To the Moon and Back

by Becca Van

  He delved deeply into her mouth, curling his tongue with hers, caressing the inside of her cheeks and even her teeth. When he pulled back, he nipped her lower lip then licked the slight sting away. They were both breathing raggedly when the kiss ended.

  “My turn,” Dirk said. He plucked her from Walt’s lap and up into his arms. She hooked her legs around his waist and looped her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She expected him to carry her to another chair or the other end of the sofa, but he slanted his mouth over hers while standing in front of Walt.

  She felt him moving, but she was so into the kiss, she didn’t care where he was taking her. Dirk dueled his tongue with hers with an eroticism that blew her mind. She was so hot and bothered she was shaking and wanting, needing the flames burning inside of her quenched, but she had no idea how to ask for what she wanted.

  Dirk slowed the kiss until he was sipping at her lips, then finally raised his head to meet her gaze. He lowered her to her feet, and after making sure she was steady, he released her hips and stepped back.

  Walt and Emmet had followed them into the bedroom and were watching her avidly. Dirk moved to stand between his brothers and crossed his arms over his chest. “We want to make love to you, sweetie. Will you let us?”

  More heat surged through her blood and her knees wobbled. She wanted to feel their hands on her body more than anything, but she was also nervous.

  She’d never had sex before and was worried she wouldn’t be up to par or that she’d do something wrong. She licked her lips and glanced down toward the floor. There was no way she could’ve missed the huge bulges pressing against the front of their jeans, and seeing how big and hard they were, just made her more nervous.

  “Jodi, what’s wrong?”

  They’d all been so honest with her, she needed to do the same. Her cheeks were probably very pink because they felt so hot, and though she hoped they’d put the hue down to the kisses they’d shared with her, she knew she was only fooling herself.

  “I’ve never been with… I’ve never had sex before,” she whispered.

  Walt moved toward her. “Are you on the pill, baby?”

  She met his gaze briefly, nodded, and lowered her eyes again. When her gaze snagged on his hard cock, she closed her eyes and tried to get herself under control. She was trembling and breathing way too fast.

  Walt grasped her chin, raised her eyes up to his. “We’ll go slow, baby. We’d won’t ever hurt you. Do you trust us to take care of you?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “Thank you, Jodi,” Walt said. “Lift your arms.”

  She frowned at him, puzzled over his demand, but she lifted her arms above her head. Walt bent at the waist slightly, grasped the hem of her shirt, and eased it higher up her legs. She inhaled and held her breath. He looked at her questioningly, silently asking her if he could continue, and she nodded.

  He moved fast then, whipping the shirt up her body and off over her head. Dirk and Emmet stepped closer gasping noisily as they sucked in deep breaths.

  “So fucking sexy,” Dirk rasped out.

  “You have the most gorgeous breasts I’ve ever seen,” Emmet said hoarsely.

  “Fucking perfect.” Walt skimmed his hands from her hips up her sides only stopping when his hands were on the outside of her breasts.

  Jodi tried to resist the urge to arch her chest toward him, but the craving won out. “Oh!” she cried out when Walt covered her boobs with his big hands. She started panting when he kneaded and molded her breasts with his hands and when he squeezed her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, her legs shook harder.

  “We need to get her on the bed,” Emmet said.

  “You’re right.” Walt nodded, scooped her up into his arms, pressed his knee onto the mattress, then lowered her into the middle of the bed. Then he climbed up and crawled closer.

  Dirk and Emmet moved around the end of the bed to the sides of the mattress and got up on either side of her.

  She squeezed her eyes closed when they cupped a breast each and gasped when Dirk licked over one of the hard peaks. Emmet swirled his tongue around her other nipple then drew it deep into his mouth. She moaned when he suckled in her sensitive nipple.

  She opened her eyes when Walt caressed his hands up the outside of her lower legs, then higher and higher until he reached her hips. He gripped her pelvis, nudged her legs apart, and maneuvered between her thighs. When he leaned forward, she gulped. He pressed his mouth to her belly, and she shifted her legs restlessly. He sat up again and moved out from between her legs.

  Dirk palmed her cheek, turning her head toward his then he was kissing her. Emmet was plucking and pinching at one of her nipples while sucking on the other.

  Jodi was on fire and felt as if she was about to burn to ashes.

  Walt hooked his fingers in the side of her panties, tugged them down over her hips and from under her ass, then pulled them down her legs and off. Once more, he parted her thighs by pressing her knees apart and then he was back between her legs.

  Dirk broke the kiss, pushed Emmet’s hand from her breast, then sucked the nub into his mouth.

  Walt glanced up her body, meeting her gaze, holding her spellbound as he caressed a finger up through her folds. “Oh!” she gasped.

  “You like that, baby?” Walt asked as he dipped the tip of a finger into her wet pussy.

  “Yes.” She groaned.

  “You’re so fucking responsive, love,” Emmet said after releasing her nipple from his mouth with a wet pop.

  She blinked up at him. When he leaned closer, she reached up to cup the back of his neck, tugged him down, and met his mouth with hers. She caressed her hand down over his cotton-covered chest until she found the hem, tugged it up, and slipped her hand under the material to his warm skin.

  The mattress dipped between her legs when Walt moved just before he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and parted her legs wider. When he blew out a breath of warm, moist air onto her pussy, her muscles clenched and she bucked up toward him.

  She screamed softly when he licked up through her folds and lapped at her clit. The pleasure was so exquisite, she couldn’t stand it.

  Jodi writhed, or tried to but the three brothers held her down.

  Walt lapped at her clit while rimming her pussy entrance with a finger. Her legs quivered, and she gasped when he pushed the tip of his finger into her soaked hole, then he stroked in even further.

  Pressure invaded her muscles and limbs. Air sawed in and out of her lungs as he gently pumped his finger deeper and deeper into her pussy. The tension grew higher and higher until she thought she was about to combust.

  Jodi wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  Chapter Ten

  He stood in the middle of the living room with his hands on his hips, frustrated as hell. Searching the house and everything in it again hadn’t been worth the effort. Even the gardening shed had come up empty except for the usual things one would find in such a place. He’d scoured the attic, tipped the boxes full of stuff onto the floor, and rummaged amongst the items, but he was still empty handed.

  If he didn’t find the stuff soon, he was going to be on his boss’s hit list. Fuck! What the hell am I going to do now?

  The previous renter had met with an untimely demise, but his death had been ruled an accident. Thank fuck, the cops and the forensic team hadn’t found anything untoward. The only consolation right now was that he wasn’t in the cops’ sights, but if he didn’t find the stash soon, he was going to be on his boss’s radar. Marlon Parker wasn’t known for his compassion. If someone fucked up, they were likely to get a bullet to the head.

  The only scenario he could come up with was that the new tenant, who was currently staying with some of the town’s deputies, had found what he wanted and hidden it somewhere else. Had the slut buried the goods in the yard, or had she spent some of the cash and sold some of the product?

  She and another woman had started a new business rec
ently. From what he’d heard on the grapevine, the internet café had been floundering. After the store had been renovated, the two set up a gourmet food shop, which seemed to be thriving. The only way that could happen was if the bitches had injected the place with cash.

  Knowing he had to change his tactics, he glanced around the place one more time. He was wasting precious hours coming back here to search. The only way he could see to getting what he needed so he didn’t lose his life was to get to that slut and make her tell him where his boss’s shit was.

  With a growl of angry frustration, he walked toward the open front door, ducked under the police tape, closed the door behind him, and jogged down the driveway toward where he’d parked his borrowed car.

  He wasn’t stupid and hadn’t used his own vehicle for this expedition. He’d stolen a car that had seen better days, and after he’d finished with it, he’d wiped everything down and torch it.

  He wasn’t about to leave it to chance that the cops would find some of his DNA even if he’d been wearing gloves and a hat on his head. There was a possibility of losing a single strand of hair, which would point the sheriffs and the deputies in his direction. He already had his boss riding his ass and didn’t need to add the cops into the mix.

  Time was ticking down quickly, and he had a feeling if he didn’t come through soon he was going to end up six feet under.

  When he spied the shadow of his vehicle hidden amongst a copse of trees off the side of the road, he gazed about to make sure the coast was clear, then got into the car and drove away.

  He had plans to make, and he was going to have to be very, very careful. He needed to map out his next move to the nth degree or he was going to end up behind bars. He’d rather put a gun to his head and pull the trigger himself than end up someone’s bitch.

  As he drove further away from town toward where he’d left his own car hidden on a dirt track far from prying eyes, he ran through several strategies in his mind, discarding one and pondering the others.

  Maybe he could blackmail the slut into meeting him and he could torture the information out of her. That meant he’d have to get a background check done on her, but there was no way he was going on a computer in this town. The sheriffs and deputies were all retired Marines with sharp minds and had the skills to find someone quickly even if they only had minimal information.

  No, he’d have to head to the next major town over and see what he could come up with. He would even fork out some of his own hard earned cash to get some dirt on that cunt. If she came up squeaky clean he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

  However, no matter what he was going to get the packages so he could hand them over to his boss.

  If he didn’t come through he’d have to find a way to skip the country, but even if he was able to get out of the US he had a feeling he’d be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life.

  After parking the beat up car, he wiped everything down with a cloth and got out. Walking to his own vehicle, he popped the trunk, grabbed the jerry can full of gas, then sloshed it over the car he’d stolen. He put the jerry can back into the trunk, started his own car, then hurried toward the doused vehicle, lit a match, and flicked it.

  A loud whoosh sounded as the accelerant caught alight and flames consumed the car.

  With another sigh, he ran toward his vehicle and drove off without a backward glance.

  As soon as he was home, he was going to sit down and map everything out. Once he had his scheme down pat, he’d hone it until he knew it backward and when the time was right, he was going after the slut.

  There was no other option.

  * * * *

  Walt couldn’t get enough of Jodi’s honey. She tasted like pure ambrosia and he wanted more. So much more. He could have spent hours, days eating out her pussy, but this wasn’t about him right now. He had a job to do, and though he was nervous since he’d never made love to a virgin before, he was going to do his damnedest to make sure he gave her nothing but pleasure. He wanted her to enjoy his lovemaking so much that she wanted him again and again and again. He wanted her craving him as much as he craved her.

  When he had one finger all the way inside her tight, wet cunt, he withdrew it, and when he pressed into her entrance again, he added another finger. Dirk was kissing her voraciously while tweaking a nipple, and Jodi was kissing him back just as hungrily. Emmet was suckling on a nipple while caressing one hand over her belly.

  He loved all the soft moans and groans she made as he and his brothers pleasured her, but he couldn’t wait until she was screaming his name in the throes of passion.

  When her pussy rippled around the two fingers he was working into her, he growled and pressed his jeans-clad cock into the mattress to relieve the ache. He was so starving for her his dick was throbbing and his boxers were getting a wet spot from the precum he was leaking.

  Finally, he had two fingers buried inside her cunt to the hilt, and when she stopped clinching on him, he withdrew them and stroked them back in.

  When she gasped, he gazed up her body toward her face. She had her eyes closed, her head tilted back. Her lips were red, swollen, and parted as she panted for breath. Jodi was so fucking beautiful, he was in awe of her. She had a body made for sin, but the sweet disposition of the woman he could see himself spending the rest of his life with. She was epitome of sexy, kind, and loving, and he was humbled that she’d agreed to be with him and his brothers.

  She was also one of the bravest women he’d ever met. She’d endured so much hell and, recently, fear. Though she’d shed a few tears, she hadn’t broken like a lot of other people would have. She was perfect for him, Emmet, and Dirk, and now that they had her, he was going to do everything he could to keep her.

  He wanted to wrap her up in cotton wool to keep her safe, but knew she’d rip him to shreds if he tried. She might be sweet and kind, but she didn’t let anyone walk all over her, either. She fit with them like a perfectly formed puzzle piece just made for him and his brothers.

  When he felt her belly tremble under his hand, he pushed his thoughts aside and concentrated on sending her toward the heavens.

  Walt swirled his tongue around her clit before lapping over it with the flat of his tongue as he increased the pace of his pumping fingers. Her legs shook harder, and when he felt her inner walls tautening, he knew she was getting close.

  He opened his mouth wider, and this time he lashed the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue and shunted his fingers in and out of her pussy faster, harder and deeper.

  Emmet was sucking and nipping at the side of her neck, and Dirk was scraping his teeth over the edge of one of her nipples while rolling the other one between his finger and thumb. Emmet slanted his mouth over hers, twining his tongue with hers then sucking on it. Just as his brother released her lips, Jodi drew in a deep breath and held it in her lungs.

  Walt drew her clit into his mouth then sucked on it.

  “Walt!” Jodi cried out as she tipped over the edge.

  He groaned when her pussy gripped tightly around his fingers before releasing and clenched around him again. Her sweet cum coated his finger and dripped onto his hand. He rubbed at her clit with his thumb to prolong her orgasm, removed his fingers from her core, and then drank down her delicious cream.

  When he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her he could, he raised his head and stared at the beautiful visage before him. Her cheeks were flushed with residual passion, her eyes were closed, and she was smiling.

  Her eyelids fluttered open, and when her hazed blue eyes met his, he fell head over heels in love with her.

  Walt didn’t question himself or his feelings. She was his dream come true, and he’d kill to keep her safe if he had to. He’d put himself in the line of fire and give his own life if it meant she kept living.

  He just hoped that the attraction she felt for him and his brothers turned into love. He couldn’t stand the thought of her walking away from him or getting involved with any othe
r man or men other than him, Dirk, and Emmet.

  He and his siblings needed to pull all the stops out and show her how much she meant to them. They needed to put her first and foremost in everything they did to show her how worthy she was of their love.

  From what she’d told them about her life growing up, no one had ever held her, shown her what love was all about. But they also needed to make sure they didn’t change who they were. She needed to see the real men they were with their overprotective tendencies and all their warts. They weren’t perfect, and though in his mind and eyes she was as close to perfection as a woman could get, Jodi was only human, too.

  They were going to have moments that weren’t all hearts and flowers, but as long as they communicated with each other, things should be fine.

  He wanted to spend the rest of life loving Jodi Regan and hoped that she felt the same way as he did.

  * * * *

  Jodi had never felt so relaxed in her life. She couldn’t believe how spectacularly powerful an orgasm felt.

  She’d been trepidatious at first, but when all three of the men had started touching and kissing her, her nervousness had quickly faded.

  Now here she was with her muscles and other parts of her body tingling in the aftermath of rapture, and she couldn’t wait for more.

  Opening her eyes when she felt movement between her legs and either side of her, she sucked in a breath and stared at them one after the other. While Walt still had his pants on, Dirk and Emmet were totally naked. Their shoulders were wide and their muscles hard and toned. Emmet was leaner than his brothers, but in no way was he small. His skin was tanned bronze, and there was a smattering of hair between his pecs and on his lower belly. Dirk had no hair on his chest or lower abdomen, and she briefly wondered if he shaved it off. When her gaze drifted to their long, thick, hard cocks, her heart flipped.