Adele whistled low.
“Hot damn. So the quiet, strong, killer eyes Warner is a bit romantic. Interesting,” Marlena teased.
“Follow your heart, Mercedes. It’s the advice you gave all of us when we considered ménage relationships with our men. Look how happy we all are. We want that for you, too. You deserve it,” Alicia told her.
Mercedes smiled and Adele felt happy for her. She was part of her family, too. They all were, and she wanted Mercedes safe and well loved, just like the rest of her friends. The Dawn brothers were perfect for Mercedes, but she had to accept them. Adele hoped Mercedes followed her heart. She worried about her, and especially about these men that were still out there. What if they returned? What if Mercedes didn’t let down her guard and trust the Dawn men? Would those men seek her out again and succeed?
She prayed not, as she listened to her friends talk and try to ease Mercedes’s mind about sex and trusting her men. They really were all best friends who could talk about anything. Adele had never been happier, and she wanted that for Mercedes, too.
* * * *
“Where are we going?” Mercedes asked Taylor as they headed in his truck toward the edge of town.
“Our place. Kurt cooked dinner and we thought it would be nice to get together and let you see where we live. You don’t mind, do you?” Taylor asked. She had her hands clasped on her lap and she felt anxious. She was still wearing her work clothes. A knee-length floral skirt with hints of lavender, and a lavender camisole and matching sheer overlying blouse.
Taylor reached over and covered her hand with his.
“How did everything go at lunch? Did it feel good to see your friends and talk a bit?” he asked. He had no idea.
She smiled.
“It’s always nice to get together with my friends. When I first arrived in Chance I didn’t know anyone. It’s funny how we all met and became so close. They’re like family to me,” she said and looked out the window.
“Come here,” he whispered as he drove up the long driveway and then parked the truck as she slid closer. He placed it in park and held her gaze. Taylor cupped her cheeks and stared into her eyes.
“We care about you so much. We hope real soon you’ll consider us family. That you’ll let us take care of you, support you, and protect you always.”
“I want that, too,” she admitted.
He looked intense but pleased.
Slowly Taylor kissed her lips. That kiss grew deeper, wilder in no time as they fought for control. He lifted her onto his lap and dipped her slightly as he ran his hand up her skirt and caressed her thigh.
She was aroused, needy, and she parted her thighs slightly, giving his fingers access to her panties.
She shivered as his thick, hard digit caressed over her mound. The friction made her squirm and moan as she cupped his cheek and pressed her breasts closer to his chest.
He ran a finger along her waist, under the elastic of her panties, and then maneuvered them beneath the material.
She moaned softly and then felt his knuckles press her thighs wider. She widened her thighs and he immediately pressed closer. She felt his finger trace her pussy lips then press right up into her wet cunt. She lifted her feet a little higher, giving him better access to her cunt as she moaned into his mouth. His arm flexed, and jerked in and out from between her thighs. Her body tightened and she knew she would come.
“Oh God, Taylor. Taylor,” she moaned after she pulled her lips from his. He suckled her neck and she tilted her head back against the door window and thrust her hips to his finger strokes.
“That’s it, baby. Let me have it. Let go and come for me,” he ordered her and she grabbed his wrist as she came. She shook and felt her body explode and then he pulled out his fingers and hugged her to him.
“You’re perfect. You’re mine, baby. God, you make me crazy.”
“Oh my God. That was—that felt so good,” she whispered as he helped her fix her skirt. He ran his palm along her belly then cupped her breasts.
“You have one hell of a body, Mercedes. It’s going to belong to my brothers and I really soon. You’re going to trust us, and we’re going to be one family, together forever.”
Before she could respond he kissed her again and then opened the door.
She was shocked to feel strong arms take her from Taylor.
“Kurt?” she whispered. He looked angry, intense, kind of furious. She was embarrassed and felt guilty for some strange reason. Like she just got caught having sex in a truck with her boyfriend.
“You’re just filled with surprises huh, baby?” he asked as he lowered her feet to the ground but not before he kissed her deeply. As he set her feet down on the ground, he ran his hand under her skirt and then gave her ass a tap.
“Keep that pussy wet and ready. I’m having a taste of you before dinner.”
She nearly came in her panties from his words. But he took her hand and Taylor placed his arm over her shoulder as they headed into their large home.
* * * *
“I’m sorry, man. Fucking Slick stumbled across it on a fluke search. I don’t know what you want to do.”
“I want to get these guys and I want to fucking kill them.” Warner raised his voice.
“That’s understandable, Warner. Those are pictures of your woman posted on there. They got scumbags bidding over a million dollars for her. Those numbers are going up. You know what this means.”
“Yeah I fucking know what it means. They’re going to come for her. They want my woman to sell. That isn’t going to fucking happen. Have Slick look deeper. There has to be a way to find the host to this bidding site and the owner. Don’t fucking tip them off that we’re onto them. Record their site for evidence later. If I wind up hunting down these fucking assholes and killing them, at least the government will know why.”
“We’re right there with you guys. We’ll help you protect Mercedes. We’ll do everything in our power.”
“Thanks, Gemini.”
Warner rubbed his light beard on his chin and cheeks as he stared at the pictures of Mercedes. The ones in a bikini were obviously superimposed. His woman had a better body and bigger breasts. What stood out more were the numbers on a scale that kept rising. It was over a million dollars and rising to purchase her. Like she was some object, some material thing money could buy. It made him sick and the thought that they could be looking for her enraged him.
She belonged to him and his brothers. No one else.
“Warner?”
He heard his brother Kurt’s voice and he turned around in his seat.
“What the fuck is that?” Kurt asked and walked into the room. He stared at the picture.
“Southern virgin angel? That’s Mercedes.”
Warner filled him in on the information.
“We have to find these sons of bitches. We need to notify everyone so they know these losers are out there hunting her and perhaps other women,” Kurt said.
“Not perhaps,” Warner replied and then clicked onto another screen. There was a list of other women. It showed their pictures and the prices they sold at or were being sold for. It was disgusting.
“I’m calling it in. This is a federal situation, too. There are more than a hundred women on this site. There are probably other sites, too.”
“Mercedes? How do we protect her?”
“By keeping her close. Like in our bed,” Warner said and logged off the computer then stood up. They headed out of the room and when they got to the kitchen Mercedes was slightly bent over the counter leaning next to Taylor looking at a magazine.
“This is the recipe?” she asked him.
“Yup, Kurt is a good cook. We’ll see if it tastes that good,” Taylor teased.
Warner watched Mercedes. He couldn’t help but to think about the pictures of her and the word virgin in bold letters. How would the men know that? Could they just be saying that to cause hype? Could Mercedes be a virgin?
“Warner?” she whispered
his name and he tightened up.
“What did you tell those men about you when you were on your date?” he asked, sounding hard.
She didn’t respond right away. His question shocked her.
“The men, what questions did they ask you and how did you respond? Did you tell them anything personal?”
“No. Nothing at all. Conversation didn’t run smoothly.”
He squinted his eyes a moment. His mind was traveling in so many directions, but it kept ending up with needing Mercedes. He wouldn’t let these men find her and take her from him and his brothers. He wouldn’t let them touch what was his.
He pressed up against her back. She tightened up.
“I missed you,” he said to her and leaned forward. She tilted her head up and sideways to touch her lips to his.
He ran his hands along her waist and gave her hips a squeeze.
“You look beautiful. As always,” he said after releasing her lips.
She turned in his arms and he lifted her up and placed her onto the island in the kitchen.
He pressed her legs apart and she gripped his shoulders, holding his gaze.
“Warner?” she asked and he pulled her closer, his mind on the images, the price on her body, the body that would be theirs.
He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. As he lowered her down, her back touched the granite island counter and he pushed her skirt up.
“You belong to us. Every fucking inch of you,” he said.
He lowered as he pushed her panties aside and pressed a finger to her moist cunt. In and out he stroked her pussy. Then he added a second digit before he lowered his mouth to her pussy and took over. He swirled his tongue around and nipped at her clit. She rocked her hips and he reached down to unzip his pants.
“I need you, baby. We all do. Are you on the pill?” he asked and she gasped. She sat up and gripped his shoulders.
He grabbed her thighs, stopping her from pulling back. He pressed them against his thighs.
“Don’t push us away.”
“I’m not. I want you, too. I just need a minute, and not here. Not on the table. Not…”
She didn’t complete her sentence as she lowered her head. He cupped her chin.
“What is it? What are you not telling us?” he asked as Taylor and Kurt stood by them.
She tilted her head up toward them.
“Why I was holding back. Why I had trouble letting my guard down with you guys, until now that is.”
“Why?” Taylor asked her.
“I’ve never had sex before. I never even had a boyfriend because I was so busy taking care of my parents and then trying to survive and not live permanently on the streets. You’re so experienced and it scares me because I don’t want to get hurt. I want…I want forever,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Warner’s heart soared with such love and desire he couldn’t resist kissing her.
He pulled her close, kissed her deeply, and then carried her out of the kitchen.
“The bed. Your first time should be on a bed, surrounded by the three of us loving you together,” he told her after he released her lips.
She hugged him tight and kissed his neck as he carried her out of the kitchen, his brothers in tow.
“I need that, Warner. I want all three of you so badly it scares me. I feel desperate.”
“So do I, Mercedes. So do I,” he said.
Warner placed her feet down onto the carpet.
He slowly helped her undress and she helped him undress. Taylor and Kurt stripped, too, and Kurt walked over toward the side of the bed.
“Going slow is going to be torture,” he told her as he took in the sight of her voluptuous body. Her complexion was tan, almost olive. Her hazel eyes held his as he reached out and cupped both breasts. She felt full, firm, and he ran his thumb along the nipple then pinched.
Her lips parted. “You are such a stunning woman. We’re honored to be your firsts and to have the opportunity to love you,” he said to her and stepped closer, keeping one hand on her breast, manipulating the nipple and the other pressed over her mound and then he dipped a finger into her cunt.
She gripped his wrist.
“Let go. Give me complete control. Give me all of you,” he told her and she let her arms fall to her sides as she gasped an held his gaze.
Kurt stepped in behind her. He reached underneath and cupped her breasts.
“Bring her back, Kurt. I need a taste,” he said.
Kurt sat down on the bed taking Mercedes with him and then maneuvering her thighs over his thighs spreading her wide.
Taylor rubbed his hands together.
“She’s wet and ready for us,” he whispered.
“That she is,” Warner said and lowered to his knees.
He pressed her thighs open with his palms, caressed them, massaging them before he moved his mouth over her pussy. She wiggled and moaned as he ate her cream, pinched her clit, and aroused her to the extreme. When he ran his tongue along her anus she gasped, bucked upward, and then pressed down.
“Every part of you is going to belong to us. We’re claiming all of you tonight. Do you understand?” he asked, holding her gaze as he flicked his tongue back and forth against her clit.
“Yes…yes. Oh god,” she stuttered and he delved his tongue deeper.
Kurt cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples.
“That means this virgin pussy, your virgin ass, and this virgin mouth, Mercedes. You’re going to be filled with our cocks as we claim every inch of you. I need you. I want you so badly my cock is throbbing right now,” Kurt confessed.
“I’ve got the lube ready,” Taylor said from the side and he caressed her hair from her cheeks.
Mercedes lips were parted and she was rocking her hips.
Warner could tell she was getting aroused and ready to come. He licked at her anus again and then as he licked her pussy lips he pressed a finger to her anus.
“Oh God, Warner. Warner.” She pushed forward but Kurt held her back.
He added another digit to her pussy, thrusting fingers into both holes. He used his palm to grip her thighs.
“Look at me, Mercedes. Look at me,” Warner ordered firmly.
Her eyes darkened and she widened them.
“You’re our woman. From this day on, no holding back. No keeping secrets, no being afraid of us, of this relationship. We’re not going anywhere.”
“Yes, Warner. Yes, I want that. I need you,” she cried out.
He pulled his fingers from her ass and cunt and then suckled her clit hard. Mercedes cried out as she wiggled and came.
* * * *
“One at a time and then together for her first times,” Mercedes heard Warner tell them.
Kurt massaged her thighs as he lifted them up and off his thighs and then he placed her onto the bed. In a flash Warner was between her legs, stroking his cock and holding her gaze.
She stared at him, absorbing his sexy body, the hard definition of muscles mixed with some scars. There were what appeared to be deep, healed gashes, thin slices, and something that looked fairly new against his shoulder.
She reached up and touched it. He turned to the right and kissed her wrist.
“I almost lost this chance with you. That part of my life is over. You come first, Mercedes. Now. Always.” He caressed along her thighs and then aligned his cock with her pussy.
She ran her hands up and down his arms, not asking what exactly his statement meant but understanding that his proclamation came from the heart.
“I want you,” he told her.
“Take me. I want you, too. All three of you,” she said.
She was scared, and she couldn’t hide it. She’d waited far too long to give up this part of her and as she absorbed the feel of Warner’s hands holding her hips, as she inhaled his cologne, took in the sight of his masculinity, sex appeal, and maturity, he eased his cock between her wet folds. He paused, teeth clenched, eyes glued to hers.
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nbsp; “I feel it. You’re ours.”
He pressed deeper then thrust completely into her, making her gasp and close her eyes. She felt it, too. That thin piece of skin as it disappeared with the thrust of Warner’s muscle.
He leaned over her, hugged her to him, and began to rock his hips. With every in and out stroke she lost her breath. He was so big, and he felt so large and heavy over her. But she loved the sensation. She loved feeling protected and she showed him.
Mercedes licked along his neck and bit gently on a sensitive spot. He moaned and then lifted up and she gripped his arms as best she could while he began to set a pace. In and out he stroked her pussy and it felt wonderful.
“You’re so big, Warner. I can hardly breathe when you’re inside of me.”
“You’ll get used to it. Just as you’ll get used to all of us inside of you,” he told her and then kissed her deeply before she could freak out.
As he lifted up, he pulled her legs higher and over his thighs. He thrust in and out as he used his palms to rub along her abs to her breasts where he pulled and massaged her breasts and nipples. She was moaning, feeling the tension inside her building and building. She reached out and ran her palms against his chest and he hissed then thrust harder.
She pulled on his nipple and he growled low.
“Watch it, missy, or I won’t go easy on you,” he warned.
“Easy? You’re going easy on me?” she asked.
He smirked at her in a very mysterious way and then he lifted her thighs higher, up over his shoulders as he plunged deeply into her cunt. The bed rocked and dipped and she cried out her first release then wiggled and moaned while Warner continued to stroke his cock into her. One, two, three more strokes and he shoved deeply, moaned, and came inside of her.
As he lowered her thighs, he covered her body and kissed every inch of her he could. Along her neck, her shoulder, and then to her lips.
“Mine,” he said and squeezed her hips then cupped her breasts before he kissed each tip.
She giggled and lay there feeling really good and really happy.
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