Dare to Love

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She looked to the left, feeling the hand caress her hip. Kurt was there.

  “Yes,” she whispered then noticed that Warner was still wearing his dress pants. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and Taylor was asleep in the recliner near the bed.

  She looked at the clock. It was four thirty.

  “You haven’t come to bed yet?” she asked Warner as she sat up a little higher, taking the sheet to hold up against her bare chest.

  He looked down at the floor as he sat on the side of the bed. His head was in his hands then he ran his fingers over his head to his neck and moved like he was stiff and sore, or maybe stressed. He was upset about tonight. He felt responsible.

  Mercedes sat up then moved closer to Warner as she tucked her knees under her bottom and began to massage his shoulders. She worked his muscles, feeling how tense he was but also having difficulty because his muscles were so big and defined.

  “I would do anything for you, Mercedes. You know that, right?” he asked and looked up, turning his head to the side so she could see him.

  “I know,” she whispered and kissed his shoulder and ran her palms up and down his back. “And I would do anything for you, Kurt, and Taylor,” she added then continued to kiss his skin before she hugged him.

  Warner turned in her embrace and she slid to the side then knelt up and kissed him. She tasted his lips, took her time to explore them while he allowed her to. She pressed her tongue deeply into his mouth and he pulled on it, drawing her in deeper and taking that control all three of her men had to have.

  She ran her hands along his torso and he turned then scooped her up as if she weighed nothing at all and placed her on his lap straddling his waist. She was totally naked and he gripped her hips and gave them a jerk. “I love you, and I love this body.” Warner was breathing differently, almost as if he were shaking as he said the words. She locked gazes with him as she held onto his shoulders. He licked her nipple, lifting her hips higher so he could feast on her right breast and then her left. He held her still as she knelt up and then he maneuvered a finger up into her pussy.

  “Oh,” she moaned softly.

  “You’re wet,” he whispered back.

  “You do it to me,” she replied and he took a deep breath, held her gaze with his firm one, and then continued to stroke her pussy while he feasted on her breast. Her entire body tightened and hummed with need for more of him.

  “Warner, please,” she panted. He pressed against her clit, massaged her pussy lips, and rubbed them, causing tiny vibrations to build up in her core. She felt more cream release and she reached down and unzipped his pants.

  “Oh no. I have another idea,” he told her then removed his fingers and lifted her up. He placed her feet down on the rug, and then turned her around and she spotted Kurt.

  “On all fours now. Legs spread wide,” he said and made quick work of his fingers taking off his pants the rest of the way.

  She felt his hands on her ass then once again fingers stroked her pussy.

  Kurt watched her.

  “She’s so beautiful,” Kurt said aloud.

  “She sure is and we’re very lucky to have her as our woman,” Warner replied then pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock. She barely sensed the tip of his cock when suddenly he began to push completely into her. She cried out from the thick, hard size of his cock and gripped the comforter.

  Smack.

  “This ass is ours. This body is ours and no one else’s,” he said, shocking her that he spanked her ass.

  She pressed her ass back and he smacked it again and again as he pumped his hips, rocking her forward.

  Kurt knelt up and gripped her cheeks.

  “I need that sexy mouth. You got my cock so hard, Mercedes. I can see how turned on you are at getting spanked.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Smack.

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  Kurt brought his cock to her lips and she opened immediately. These men made her wild. They made her want things and need things she never knew existed. The power of their bond, this relationship was never ending and life altering. She sucked deeper, making Kurt moan and then grab a fistful of her hair.

  “Holy fuck that mouth. Jesus, Mercedes, that feels incredible,” Kurt told her.

  “She’s a quick learner,” Taylor said, joining them.

  Warner was thrusting faster and faster. His hold on her hips was so firm as his fingers dug into her flesh that she cried out, feeling aroused at his possessiveness.

  “Don’t you come yet. You come when all three of us are inside of you.” Warner grunted and then pumped his hips a little slower, torturing her.

  “Ready?” Kurt asked and Taylor must have said yes but she was so lost in the sensations and in trying to keep up with the thrusts from Warner and Kurt that she hadn’t heard.

  Then Kurt eased his cock from her mouth and Taylor slid under her as Warner lifted her from around the waist. It all turned her on. How her men worked in sync with one another and knew how they wanted to make love to her.

  In a flash Warner pulled from her pussy and Taylor took over. She sunk down onto his cock as he gripped her hips and rocked upward. Then Kurt pulled her down so she could continue to suck his cock, but she sensed Warner moving away.

  “He’s not far. Just grabbing the lube,” Kurt told her and she felt aroused and her anus tightened just thinking about what was coming.

  A moment later as she sucked Kurt and Taylor thrust upward into her pussy, Warner pressed the lube to her anus and worked it in. In and out he thrust two fingers, scissoring them, getting her ass ready for his cock.

  Smack.

  She moaned and Kurt grunted.

  “Get in her ass before I come,” he complained.

  Then she felt Warner’s fingers pull out and then his cock press in. He worked it slowly as not to hurt her and she thrust backward.

  Smack.

  “Slow down and ease up those muscles.”

  She felt the pop as he eased his cock fully into her ass. He gripped her tighter and then grunted. They all worked their cocks into her together and she rocked and swayed between them. She wanted to come. She was there. Kurt thrust into her mouth and came. She swallowed his essence and then licked him clean.

  Warner and Taylor were moving rapidly and Warner was calling her name when she begged to come.

  “Please let me come. Please,” she cried out.

  “Hold on. Just a little more, baby,” Warner ordered and then Taylor came.

  “Now, Mercedes. Come now,” Warner commanded as he thrust his cock deep into her ass then pulled on her nipples. She cried out and she rocked her hips and swayed back and forth. Warner followed and then roared before he hugged her tight.

  “Know that I will always love you and that you’re a part of me no matter what,” Warner said to her and she felt nervous and unsure about his comment. She wondered why he would say such a thing, but then they began to take care of her. Taylor eased out of her pussy and Kurt walked to the bathroom and got a washcloth and began to clean her up. Warner kissed her all over her body then smiled.

  “Go to sleep, baby. We’ll be right here watching over you.”

  She closed her eyes and cuddled next to Kurt and Taylor as she watched Warner and absorbed him caressing her skin. This was heaven, and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of their happiness. Nothing. No one.

  * * * *

  “Are you sure about this?” Kurt asked Mercedes.

  “Yes. I need to go to work. What am I going to do? Sit around here and wait for someone else to try and take me?” she asked.

  Kurt got angry. He didn’t want to think about that possibility. He also didn’t want to scare her or let on to what was happening. How Warner was going to leave them for God knew how long. He didn’t want his brother sacrificing himself and putting himself in danger like this. There had to be another way. Perhaps a break in the case, an arrest, something had to give.


  “Don’t say that. With the website taken down and made to look like you’ve been sold, no one else should come looking for you.”

  She gave him a sideways look, raising one of her eyebrows up at him.

  “And you believe that?” she replied sarcastically. She turned around to head out of the room. Kurt grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

  He placed his hand over her ass, hoisting her up against his chest.

  “I don’t know which one of you I like better. The quiet, nonconfrontational Mercedes, or this new sassy, speak-her-mind Mercedes.”

  She took a deep breath and exhaled.

  “They’re one in the same. Besides, it’s you and your brothers’ faults for bringing it out in me.”

  “Our faults?” he asked, caressing a finger down the crack of her ass, earning him a heated gaze and her delicate fingers dug into his arms.

  “Yes, your faults.” She ran her hands up and down his arms and he lifted her one thigh up and against him as he used his other hand to maneuver under her skirt. He trailed his thumb along the thin string of her panties, massaging and manipulating her ass cheek, then stroking a finger against her puckered hole.

  Her face turned a nice shade of pink and he squinted at her.

  “You’re our responsibility. We fight your battles, we protect you so you can always be that sweet, quiet, sexy Mercedes who thinks the world is an amazing place and that strangers are just new friends you haven’t had the chance to meet yet.”

  “You make me sound gullible and easily manipulated,” she scolded.

  “Oh no, not at all gullible.” He kissed her neck and suckled against her skin. He pressed his fingers lower and found her pussy lips.

  He stroked a digit up into her pussy and she began to rock her hips, press her breasts against his chest, and then moan softly as he kissed along her throat.

  “Wouldn’t you rather stay home with me this morning and play? I’ve got some things I’d like to show you.”

  “Things?” she whispered as he pumped his fingers a little faster, feeling her cream drip from her cunt.

  “Oh yeah, rope, some handcuffs maybe, and a little leather whip. That way I can tie you up and have my wicked way with you.” He suckled her neck harder right against a sensitive spot and she thrust her hips faster.

  “Sounds like fun. But can I trust you to not leave me lying on your bed, tied up and naked and all alone?” she asked.

  He pulled his fingers from her pussy, lifted her up, and placed her onto the table in the kitchen.

  “Baby, there’s no way I would leave you. Just thinking about you naked, tied up to my bed, vulnerable and handing all control over me has me so riled up, I wouldn’t be able to leave you. You’ll be begging for mercy and I’ll be fucking this mouth,” he said and kissed her.

  “This pussy,” he said and pressed his thumbs over her mound then lowered her to her back as he undid his pants and shoved them down.

  “And fucking this ass, so hard, so deeply, you won’t know what’s happening. You’ll feel sedated.” He pressed a finger over her cunt, using her cream to wet his digit and then he pressed it against her anus.

  “Oh God, Kurt. You’re so crazy and wild. I don’t know why I’m so turned on right now. I don’t know if I could let you tie me down and have all that control over me.”

  He pulled his finger from her anus and then pressed his cock to her cunt. He slowly pushed into her.

  “Oh, you’ll let me. In fact right after I make love to you this morning, I’m grabbing that stuff and we’re heading to my bedroom.” He thrust into her fully and she cried out, coming around his cock and he couldn’t help but to smile. He thrust and thrust faster and faster as he gripped her thighs and brought them higher against his waist.

  “Kurt! Oh God, Kurt.” She moaned and shook again. He was relentless with his strokes and the sight of her breasts pouring from her blouse and her skirt up around her waist, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh sent him over the edge. “Mine. You drive me fucking wild, baby. Wild.” He roared and then came.

  As he shook, he thrust a few more times, teeth clenched, body tight, and his mind thinking about the next step. He manipulated her all right. And now she would be safe in his arms, in his bed for another day and night. Hopefully that would help him deal with the constant bad feeling in his gut that just couldn’t seem to go away.

  “What do we have here?” Taylor asked as he walked into the kitchen in full uniform. Hank watched Mercedes’s eyes light up and then roam over his brother’s body. He chuckled.

  Hank helped Mercedes to sit up as she fixed her blouse.

  He cupped her cheek and she looked at him with passion in her eyes that melted his heart and made him love her even more.

  “We were just making plans for today. My bed, some rope, handcuffs, and that little black whip I have that’s sure to get her pussy and ass ready for cock all day long.” He kissed her lips and when he released them she looked drugged.

  “Handcuffs? That’s my line, bro,” Taylor said and tapped his handcuffs that sat on his waist before he reached over, cupped Mercedes’s cheek, and kissed her.

  When Taylor released her lips he smiled.

  “Save some energy for when I stop by at lunchtime. I’ll be thinking about all the ways I can restrain you and fuck you in my forty-five minute break.” He traced her nipple with his finger and she gulped.

  “I need to get going. I’ll let Max know she’s taking the day.” He winked and then Mercedes looked at him and gave his chest a slap.

  “You’re a piece of work. Easily manipulated?” she asked and he chuckled.

  “Don’t blame your weakness on me. Apparently you have an appetite for being naughty and a secret desire to be restrained during sex, and I’m the man to help you through your first of many, many times,” he said, pulling her by her thighs against his waist before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply.

  He loved her so very much. Today was going to be a very interesting day and he was now looking forward to it.

  * * * *

  Warner drove the Camaro out of town. He was going to meet Miami at a secret location. He was glad that he could slip out of the house while his brother gave full attention to Mercedes. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought about what he overheard. Seems Mercedes had a secret desire of being restrained during sex. That would be his happy thought today and how he would participate in that activity once he got home later. But for now his focus was on getting into his mercenary state of mind and dealing with Miami. What would the bastard ask for? How could he ensure Mercedes’s safety? He needed facts, definites, and not empty promises. He wanted to end this old life and move on with a new one with Mercedes and his brothers. But how could he, when he had this feeling that whatever Miami asked for, it would risk Warner’s life and that no longer fed the adrenaline rush like years before. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind. There wouldn’t be any motivation and that was when the risk of getting killed increased.

  Warner found the place immediately and saw the black SUV with tinted windows parked alongside the building. There was a guard there. A guy standing in regular clothes but armed and ready.

  He parked the car and got out and headed toward the man. He didn’t recognize him. Warner had been out of the loop and not dealt with Miami’s security for quite some time. He sized the guy up and knew he could take him if necessary. The guy nodded his head and looked a little worried. Perhaps he knew Warner’s reputation after all?

  “I need to search you for weapons.”

  “You’re not searching shit. I am carrying. That’s my given right, and, we’re on the same team. Work for the same government, so cut the bullshit,” he said firmly. The guy placed his hand against his ear. Obviously others were listening in and Warner got more tense and on guard.

  “Miami said it’s fine,” the guy told him then opened the door. Warner stepped inside.

  It was an old place, run-down and unoccupied by a business.
He saw Miami sitting at a table, the only clean one in the place. They locked gazes.

  “It’s been a while, Warner. You look good.”

  “As do you, Miami,” he said and Miami stood up and shook his hand then brought him in for a hug. It made Warner tense. There was a time, years ago, when they were in training together that he thought of Miami as a friend. But in this case, Miami had grown into a powerful government resource. He also had the ability and control to end a person’s life if he chose to.

  They sat down and Miami tapped his fingers on a file that sat on the table.

  “How is your girlfriend? Safe and sound and with your brothers?” he asked.

  Warner nodded.

  “That’s good. I’m happy for you. She’s quite a knockout. Something tells me this won’t be the last time you and your brothers have to fight to keep other men away from her. But the real problem is this organization interested in finding her now.”

  “You don’t think shutting down the website and saying she was sold already would keep them at bay?” Warner asked.

  Miami shook his head. His dark black eyes held Warner’s and Warner could see the bits of gray in Miami’s black hair. He also wasn’t doing as good shape as years ago. Desk jobs, verbal commands, and nonfrontline action tend to soften a man in a lot of ways. Warner would never get like that. Training and being prepared meant too much to him.

  “That company your friends and you figured out were the culprits behind this business of abducting and selling women for money, is not so minor. Not sure if you know, but a man by the name of Nicolai Vollup, a Ukrainian organized crime boss has been taking control of many businesses like this one for the past year. In doing so, he has caused a bit of friction with certain individuals our government provides protection for because of their connections and power.”

  “Dirty, secret business as usual even with organized crime bosses? Yeah, I get that,” Warner said. Miami nodded.

  “So you understand that there is more at stake here than saving your girlfriend and even the other women still for sale by this Randall individual?”