“Here, now.” Jake’s words didn’t make sense, until she felt his finger stop and press against her opening.
Ginny inhaled, and Adam crooned, a comforting sound as he continued to stroke her slit, trailing one finger at the opening of her pussy, and gently, gently, entering her.
Jake increased the pressure, and she moaned when she felt her muscles begin to stretch, and stretch, until his finger slipped inside her.
“Oh God, oh God.”
“Do you want me to stop, honey?”
“No! No, I need…I need…” Ginny didn’t know what she needed, but that was all right. Her men apparently did.
Adam combed his fingers in her hair and tilted her face up. She kissed him, eager for his taste, for the thrill of his tongue in her mouth, and for the stimulation of his finger as it was joined by a second and he fucked her cunt with them.
Jake’s finger moved in her, in and out as he fucked her ass with it, and Ginny began to shiver as arousal caught fire inside her.
Different than anything she’d ever felt, this arousal swirled inside her, connecting her breasts and her clit and her ass in an all-consuming fire of need.
“More lube, honey.” Jake’s words caressed her ear, and then she felt his finger come out of her, only to return a moment later. Then the cool slickness of lube, and the pressure, and his finger inside her, fucking in and out, going deep, making her jerk, making her moan.
Adam broke their kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “Are you okay, sweet baby?”
“I want to come. Oh, God, it’s so much, so hot. I want to come.”
“Not yet, honey.” Jake kissed her shoulder. “Let’s see if you can take another finger.”
She felt the burning, the stretching, the almost-pain, and discovered she liked it. No time to think about that, all she wanted was more. She undulated her hips, a slow, sensuous dance that let her brush against Adam’s fingers, and Jake’s, in turn.
“Still doing all right, honey?” Jake reached around and cupped her left breast, and used his fingers to pull her nipple.
Another ripple of arousal washed through her, and she groaned.
“I’m close. I need to come.”
“Just one moment more, Ginny.”
When Jake eased his fingers out of her she cried out, the edge retreating, the arousal waning just a little. But before she could demand he put them back, she felt something larger caress her anus, something larger that wasn’t flesh, and she knew he was about to insert the butt plug into her.
“Now.”
Adam found her clit and rubbed it, then pinched it between his fingers as Jake began to press the plug into her.
Racing at the speed of light, her arousal exploded into orgasm, sharp, sweet, making her cry out, making her hips swing back and forth between her two lovers.
The plug slid into her as she came and came, an orgasm fuller, more vibrant, and more shocking than any she’d known before.
“Oh, oh…” She collapsed against Adam and continued to shiver as the aftershocks stayed with her.
She didn’t even realize they’d turned off the water, but they must have because Jake wrapped her in a towel, and carried her toward the bed.
“I need to fuck you now, honey.” He laid her down, on her back, and spread her legs. “Can you come one more time for us?”
“I can’t. Oh, God, it’s too much. I want to, I do, but I can’t.” She tossed her head from side to side, because the tingles of orgasm didn’t completely end. They kept sizzling within her, tiny live wires of sensation that snapped and hissed and kept her high, kept her on the precipice.
Jake moved away for a moment, and she heard the tear of foil and the slide of latex.
Adam laid down beside her and stroked her breasts, his hand moving back and forth, tweaking her nipples, then dipping down to brush across her clit.
Ginny jerked and moaned, as the pleasure climbed again.
“This is a little of what it’ll feel like for you, sweet baby, when we’re both inside you. Look. Look how much Jake wants you.”
Unable to resist, she turned her head and encountered Jake’s heated stare. He fisted his latex-covered cock, stroking it roughly as he placed on knee on the bed, and moved forward.
“Take me. Take me and I’ll pleasure us both.”
Ginny reached for him, her arms going around his neck as his cock brushed against her slit. Then he sank into her in one, long thrust, sank in until it felt as if he hit the plug he’d put inside her.
“Take me.” His mouth came down, his kiss as demanding and commanding as the cock he fucked her with.
Hard, fast, deep, she felt him lose himself in her, felt his power and his need even as her body rejoiced at the fullness, the stretching, and the wholeness of passion.
This was real, this was honest, and Ginny wrapped herself around her lover, giving herself over to him, and to his needs, with an abandon she’d never known herself capable of.
“Oh, baby, yes, you’re so beautiful, so giving.” Adam’s words caressed her, heart and soul, and she understood that she truly belonged to both of these men, absolutely and completely.
When rapture came, it seared her, inside and out, making her scream and clutch and cry. Ginny left the past behind and soared beyond the horizon, burning bright and pure and brand new again.
* * * *
The soft brr sound pulled Jake from the depths of sleep to wide-eyed wakefulness on the first vibration.
He reached toward the nightstand, and his cell phone. As soon as he picked it up, he knew that it was shy of five thirty in the morning, and that Melvin Richardson was calling.
Ginny moaned in her sleep, and stirred, then turned over and snuggled against Adam. The scent of his woman and hot sex nailed him, and his cock stirred.
“Stay down, you bastard. She needs her sleep.”
A soft huff of muted laughter told him Adam was awake and had heard him. His brother’s gaze met his, and he knew Adam had heard the phone, too.
“It’s Melvin. I’ll take it in the bathroom.” He slid easily from the bed and padded, barefoot and bare-assed, to the en suite. As soon as he stepped inside the room, he picked up the call.
“Yeah.”
Melvin had never been one to mince words. “Deke Walters attacked Margaret Morrison last night. He broke into the inn’s office and bushwhacked her in her own apartment.”
“Damn it to hell. Is she all right?”
“Yeah, she’s got a couple of bruises where that bastard smacked her. She, apparently, smacked him one right back.” Jake heard admiration in Melvin’s voice. “Used a snow globe against his skull. Got us some good DNA evidence to prove it was him, too.”
“Tell me the bastard’s in custody.”
“Wish I could. Melly sounded the inn’s alarm and charged up the stairs, which is why Ms. Morrison only has a few bruises today. Walters escaped out the back deck. Melly and some local cops gave chase, but he eluded them.”
“Fuck.” He sensed rather than heard his brother come into the room. Since Adam closed the door again behind him, he guessed Ginny slept on.
He briefly gave Adam an update, and then focused back on Melvin.
“Okay, let’s keep your Melly there, on duty. He likely won’t come back.”
“No, he’ll figure we set a trap for him, somehow. Ms. Morrison told him that Ginny’s not here, so I guess we need to keep alert. I don’t know how the hell he made it all the way out to New Jersey in the first place, but I’m guessing he’ll be heading back to Texas.”
“Yeah, I think so, too. I’ll see what we can do about getting a federal warrant out on him now, since he crossed state lines as a fugitive and committed a crime.”
“That’s why I was so damn happy about the snow globe. And, Jake, I gotta tell you, from what Melly described as the way Margaret Morrison came up swinging, that lady has a lot of pluck.”
“You’re sure she’s all right?”
“Absolutely. Melly said sh
e refused to go to the hospital but she let the EMTs have a look at her. They said she was fine, so Melly let it go.”
“Okay, thanks, Melvin.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Ms. Morrison asked Melly to let y’all know. She said the bastard’s more than half insane, judging by the look in his eyes. She thought you needed to know that.”
“Let her know we appreciate the tip.”
Jake closed his phone and looked at his brother. “Lucky bastard got away from the Wildwood Crest police. You can bet your ass he’ll be headed back this way.”
Adam swore. “Okay, you said there’s DNA. I’ll talk to the state guys, and see what we can do. If we can issue a broader warrant, that will help. In the meantime, we’ll make sure that everyone in Lusty understands the situation.”
“You think we should tell Ginny about what happened to Maggie?”
Adam smirked. “What do you think?”
Jake didn’t have to think very long or very hard. Ginny may have been put through the wringer in the last year or so, but she’d only been knocked around, not knocked out. “I think if we don’t, our woman will be wearing our balls as a necklace.”
“Yes, and every other woman in Lusty will help her string them,” Adam said.
Jake reached a hand down in a protective gesture. The image he’d conjured was a little too vivid for his tastes.
“We’ll both want to start reaching out to our various contacts.” Jake looked behind him, just to ensure the bathroom door was still closed.
“Agreed. I was hoping to let Ginny sleep in this morning. We were greedy with her last night.” Adam looked over Jake’s shoulder. The door hadn’t opened. It was just Adam’s way of thinking.
“I’ll call Matt and make sure he’s okay being on duty solo for a while. I can fill him in, and begin making those contacts from here on my laptop.”
“Yeah, me too. Then we’ll get Benny up and off to school and let Ginny sleep until she’s done.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Adam stepped toward the bedroom, then stopped and looked back at him.
“We’re going to get this bastard. I goddamn guarantee it.”
“I know we will.” It wasn’t like Adam to be so intense.
“Yeah, we will. But we better pull up our socks. This prick has had all his share of lucky I’m willing to let him have. Until Deke Walters is back behind bars, we have to be extra vigilant.”
Jake watched Adam open the door and move stealthily toward the dresser and his clothes. In the bed, their woman slept on, sprawled on her stomach, the sheet pulled only halfway up her body.
Jake’s cock stirred again from just looking at her, and once more he told his unruly organ to settle down. He didn’t think there’d ever come a time when he could look at Ginny Rose and not want her. That was a wonderful thing, especially when he’d worried, when he’d been just a bit younger, that he’d never be able to settle down to just one woman, period.
Now he knew he could, and in his heart, he had. But more, he had a family, and that family was in danger.
Like Adam, he wasn’t willing to let Walters have any more lucky breaks. One way or another, that bastard had to go down.
Chapter 16
Deke Walters kept his head down and his hat pulled low. The damn phony mustache was itching like crazy. He was probably allergic to the fucking glue.
If he could just hold his shit together for a few more hours, he’d be back in Texas, where everything was familiar, and where he belonged.
The plane he was about to board would take him to Philly, and then he’d change planes and fly on to DFW. He’d used nearly all of the last of his money paying for the ticket, and it pissed him off that he couldn’t afford a more direct route. All he had left was a couple of bucks to buy something to eat.
Jer had fixed him up with the phony ID, which was why he had the damn mustache on in the first place. He’d also fronted him enough money to get there and back, but after nearly getting nabbed in Wildwood Crest, Deke had gotten scared that somehow the cops would be watching the Atlanta airport. So he’d hitchhiked here to Richmond. Three hundred fucking miles, walking and thumbing, until a trucker had picked him up outside of Baltimore and dropped him off nearly at the terminal.
He could have maybe caught a flight in Baltimore, but truth be told he felt more confident of himself down here in the South.
The boarding gate opened, and Deke got to his feet, eager to board, eager to get the hell home.
He was more than eager to get his hands on that fucking whore. He had no way of knowing how far behind her he was. While waiting to make a move on dear old Auntie Margaret yesterday, Deke had hung around the beach, chatted with a couple of old geysers, trying to discover if Ginny was actually there, or not.
He’d played it up big-time, telling them how he’d had a fight with the missus and she’d hightailed it to the coast, to kin. Deke laid it on thick, saying how remorseful he was, how much he missed his wife and kid, working to get those two old farts to feel sorry enough for him that they’d give him the details he’d needed.
One of ’em had recalled a pretty brunette with a brat who’d spoken like she was from the South. Hell, he said he’d seen her, the kid, and a couple of dudes playing in the sand just the day before.
Deke knew with a certainty deep in his gut that one of those dudes had been the Sheriff of Lusty, Texas. And if he wanted his woman back, then Lusty, Texas was likely where he had to go.
He was able to grab himself a sandwich and a coffee while he waited for his flight, courtesy of Auntie Margaret’s purse.
He’d gone through her wallet and scooped the measly couple of twenties she’d had there. Stupid bitch owned a fucking hotel on the ocean. She should have had more cash than that on hand.
He joined the lineup, boarding pass and phony ID at the ready. The clerk looked a little frazzled, and only gave him, and the documents, a passing glance.
Before long, Deke was strapped into his seat, his duffel bag stowed above his head. He didn’t much care for flying, and that was the God’s honest truth. Give him a pickup truck and an open stretch of highway any day.
As the plane began to taxi, he sat back, closed his eyes, and calmed his nerves by visualizing the moment when he finally got his hands on Ginny Rose.
He couldn’t imagine that sheriff would want to keep her around very long. Hell, she wasn’t even a good lay. No, that sheriff would be tired of her soon enough, if he wasn’t already.
What Deke needed to do was figure out where he had her stashed—the man had to go to work sometime, and the minute he left her alone, Deke would be there.
Hell, for all he knew the dumb bastard might be pleased as punch that Deke was willing to take her off his hands.
He’d get Jer to help him scout out Lusty, Texas. They had to have a hotel or a motel or someplace there where they could stay. Maybe he’d get lucky and score an abandoned piece of property at the edge of town, away from nosy neighbors and prying eyes.
Yeah, that would be perfect. And what with all the fucking foreclosures across the country lately, there were empty houses all over every-fucking-where. He’d probably be able to score a place, easy as pie.
Yeah, some secluded place out of town. That would be best. That way, no one would be able to hear his sweet little Ginny scream.
* * * *
Ginny closed the cell phone and took a moment to release the tension she’d carried since Adam and Jake had given her the news about her aunt.
Maggie really was all right, thank God. And thanks to her men for having had the foresight to see to it that Maggie had protection. She felt just a little bit ashamed of herself, because it had never even occurred to her Maggie could have been in danger.
Ginny’s stomach felt sick when she realized the truth. Everyone around her was in danger until that son of a bitch was caught!
“You doing okay there, baby?” Adam stood close, his question soft.
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nbsp; Ginny looked up and gave him the best smile she could muster. “I’m okay. And so is Maggie. She’s just waving off what happened, more mad than anything. Bastard ripped her off for forty bucks, too, apparently. I think she’s more pissed about that than being attacked.”
Adam sat beside her and slipped his arm around her. Standing at the other side of the kitchen, Jake finished putting on a pot of coffee and turned and leaned against the counter, facing her, his arms folded across his chest.
She batted down the irritation that welled up. They both were making her feel like a bug under a microscope the way they continued to stare at her like that.
“Okay, so you know that Maggie’s all right. So, what’s got your panties in a twist? What’s bothering you?”
Jake’s question snapped her temper. “What makes you think there’s anything bothering me? Boy howdy, a person can’t even have her own thoughts around this place anymore. You know what? I think maybe it would be best, all around, if Benny and I just went on back home.” She gave each of them a good frown, and nodded once, hard, for emphasis.
Neither man said anything for a long moment, though they did look at each other. That silent communication between them just made her even madder.
Ginny didn’t even know why she was so angry. She just was.
“This is your home.” Jake’s tone was matter-of-fact, as if she hadn’t just tried to bite his—and Adam’s—heads off. “Yours, and Benny’s.”
“And sweetheart?” Adam used a single finger under her chin to turn her face toward him. Much to her chagrin, she found she couldn’t look away from him. “Getting all bent out of shape because you’re afraid for us, for everyone in your life because that bastard is still loose, well, it’s okay. But trying to push us away? Sweet baby, Jake and I aren’t going anywhere. We love you, and you love us. And we’ll get through this, all of us, together.”
Oh God. That was what she’d just tried to do—although she hadn’t tried very hard. She wasn’t mad. She was terrified, and not for herself, but for her men.
She gulped, hard. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, to either of you.” She looked from Adam to Jake, and found they both looked blurry. She didn’t want to cry, damn it, but found the tears came, regardless. “Next to my Benny you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d die if that bastard hurt either one of you.”
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