Steven couldn’t look at her. She deserved better than him. She deserved Neil. If Neil were here, he would understand. He was the better brother. He knew what to do, how to make things right.
Neil didn’t fuck up.
Neil always did the right thing. Always.
Chapter Four
Braxton Connelly sat behind his desk arguing with Pisces, the sheriff of Celestial. Pisces was, without a doubt, the fucking stupidest, vainest, most egotistical man on the goddamned planet. Braxton hated the fucking naked sheriff. Talking with Pisces was like talking with an amoeba.
“Pisces! Shut the fuck up. I need your help over here. We had a problem last night, and I could use some help.”
“Look, man, I get it. The gates of hell opened and the minions are running wild in your town. But I have to deal with upcoming solstice. That in itself is a universal undertaking. Have you ever seen Miz Raven and her group do a blessing? It ain’t pretty, especially when the young boys get wind of where the girls meet. It takes a lot of energy to stop those horny boys. Besides, I just had my cards read, and I ain’t leaving this station. Apparently, danger is headed my way. According to Gemini, she said I have to be on the lookout for a new visitor who is going to cause me grief. I don’t handle grief well, Braxton. You remember what happened when Sunshine left me.”
Braxton had his hand on his gun. If the naked sheriff of Celestial were before him, he would put a bullet between his eyes and rid the universe of his shenanigans. How Pisces got himself elected sheriff, he would never know. He was utterly useless.
“Pisces, you’re the fucking sheriff of Celestial. Grow some damn balls, put some damn pants on, and get your ass over here,” Braxton seethed.
“I have perfectly sized balls. You’ve seen them. If they grow any bigger, they would throw my body off balance. Are you saying they are too small? Do they need to be bigger? I had Apollo measure them not two weeks ago, and he said they were perfectly symmetrical.”
“Fuck your balls! I need help!” Braxton shouted.
“That’s really hard to do, Braxton, I know. I tried once.”
Braxton growled as the door opened. “I swear to the whole fucking universe, you stupid piece of shit, if you don’t get your fucking ass over here and bring reinforcements, I will send the devil herself over to you, and she will rip your perfectly symmetrical balls from your body and feed them to the McDaniel pig, Peaches.”
“You keep that hell demon away from me. My aura has been at peace since you took Charlotte away. I will make a call and see what I can do. Bye.”
“Asshole,” Braxton grumbled, slamming down the phone. Looking up, Braxton groaned. Two men in dark suits stood at his counter, their badges on display. His day had just deteriorated. This was all he needed.
What in the hell happened now?
“What can I do for the U.S. Marshal Service?”
“I’m Garrett Riley, and this is Zac Phelps. We are looking for Hazel Montgomery.”
“Yeah, well so am I. What do you want with Hazel?”
“We need to find her.”
“And I need help cleaning up my town. Guess we’re both shit out of luck.”
“Sheriff, it’s imperative we find her,” the lead agent, Garrett Riley stated.
Braxton sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. “Who’s coming?” He knew what the U.S. Marshal Service was all about. Either they were here to extradite Hazel back for a crime she committed, or she was in their protection program and hiding. Now, since he knew Hazel couldn’t hurt a fly, he assumed it was the other.
When they didn’t say anything, Braxton got up from his chair and walked over to them. “Look, gentlemen, if you want me to help, you have to help me. Now, I have a good idea of where she’s at, but I’m not sure yet. I can get you to her, but I need help. I can’t get anyone in law enforcement here because the fucking pass is closed. Now, I have a guy going up there to check it out, but until he gets back to me, I’m in a bind and so are you. We are all stuck here together.”
“What do you mean?” the other agent asked.
“The only way out of Treasure Cove is closed. It was either an avalanche, rockslide, or something else. The whistle blew last night alerting us. Till that pass opens up, we are all stuck.”
“We have to find her. She is in danger.”
“Yeah, well, this whole town is in danger. I had to deal with a fucking mini-rebellion last night. Some of the townsfolk decided they wanted to reenact Dodge City yesterday. I have a dead body at the clinic, several people hurt, and men walking around with guns on their hips, just itching to shoot someone. So, if you help me square away this town, I will help you get to Hazel.”
“Do you know where she is?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure she is with Steven Conner. Steven and Hazel may not like each other, but he will protect her. Hell, I’d be amazed if they don’t kill each other. Look, don’t worry. She is safer than any of us right now. In the meantime, until the pass opens, I can’t do shit. That is, unless, you boys know how to ride a horse.”
“I know how to ride.” Zac smiled.
“Great, your heritage is going to come in handy,” Garrett mumbled.
“Hey, don’t knock Tennessee. We Simple boys are well versed in many things. You should have listened to Momma when you had the chance.”
“Mom wanted to put me on a horse bigger than the Statue of Liberty. That was not a horse. That was a planet.”
“I’m gonna tell Lady Bell to bite your ass. That was just mean, Garrett. Lady Bell is a gentle horse. You need to apologize to her.”
“It’s a fucking horse, Zac! And she didn’t hear me say shit.”
“No, but I heard you and I’m gonna tell her. When Momma hears what you said, she is gonna take a switch to you.”
“Are you two brothers?” Braxton asked, watching the live commentary between the two men who seemed more than just partners.
“No. We just share the same mom,” Zac informed him, as if that clarified everything.
“Huh?” Braxton said, then thought against asking for an explanation. He had enough to figure out, and these two were not on his radar. “Never mind, I’ll call Travis and have him saddle us up some ponies. So what’s going on with Hazel?”
Garrett slid a file across the counter. Braxton picked it up as Zac began to explain, “His name is Sean Forbes. He is on trial for money laundering, drug distribution, and human trafficking.”
“What does he have to do with Hazel?”
“Sean Forbes is her ex-husband.”
“Excuse me?” Braxton asked the two men before him. He never knew Hazel was married. Hell, now that he thought about, he really didn’t know much about her. She just showed up one day with Gabriel. After Gabe pulled some strings, Hazel was ensconced within the town, and nobody thought anything differently. Hazel was a sweet girl. Kind and, damn, did she make the best fucking sticky buns in Montana. Just thinking about her mouth-watering buns made his stomach grumble.
“Hazel was instrumental in bringing down her ex-husband’s organization, and she is the only witness left that can testify against him.”
“How did she escape protective custody?” Braxton asked, reading the file.
“With my help, of course,” the familiar voice said, coming up behind him, and Braxton groaned. “Gabe, tell me you didn’t interfere with a government investigation?”
“I did not interfere with a government investigation, Braxton. I merely helped my sister get away from the bastard she married.”
* * * *
Neil saw the cabin ahead, and sighed, “Thank god.” He wasn’t sure it would still be standing after he saw the rockslide. At first, he thought it was just going to be a simple avalanche. Those were easy to clear away, but the further he went around the pass, the worse it got. Someone had set off the charges. Since there were only three people who knew where they were, and one of them was back in Treasure Cove, Neil knew Steven had done it.
Why, he didn’t know. How
ever, Neil knew damn well his brother had a good reason for closing the pass. Now he just needed to find out why, and let Braxton know.
Tying off his horse, he grabbed his rifle and walked into the cabin. “You son of a bitch!”
There on the bear rug in front of the simmering fireplace, Hazel sat on Steven’s face while he ate the pussy he’d been dying for. Slamming the cabin door behind him, Steven quickly removed Hazel and set her behind him. “Now, Neil, calm down.”
“You’re supposed to be injured and dying. Not eating my pussy!”
“I am injured, see?” Steven said, pointing to his shoulder. Neil looked at the tiny insignificant scrape.
“What the fuck is that! It looks like a cat scratch, you pussy stealer.”
“I got shot!”
“I’ll show you what it’s like to get shot!” Neil said, bringing his rifle up quickly and aiming it at his brother.
“Neil, put that gun down!” Hazel shouted at him. Neil stared at her, as the rage he was feeling intensified. She was so fucking beautiful. It hurt just to look at her. Her full breasts bounced as she got to her feet. Her bare pussy glistened from the cream his pussy-stealing brother elicited out of her. She belonged to him. He had waited for two fucking years to eat that pussy, and his brother stole it!
They didn’t even like each other! What the fuck happened? Had he stepped into some alternate dimension? Was this some fucking cruel joke someone was playing on him? Looking at his brother with his cheesy fucking grin, Neil would bet the damn ranch his brother drugged her.
Yeah! That was what the cocksucker did.
He drugged her. “Hazel honey, step away from that rat bastard. I will get Doc to check you out. He can give you that charcoal stuff, and we’ll get those drugs out of your system. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make sure he never gets near you again.”
“Is he serious?” Hazel turned, looking at his pussy-stealing brother.
“I think he’s finally lost it,” Steven said cautiously. “Neil, have you been dipping into the well water again? Because you know Miz Raven uses it for her special drinks.”
“No, I have not been dipping shit, unlike you who dipped into my pussy!”
“Okay, you can stop with the my pussy crap. I’m getting real tired of being called a pussy.” Hazel turned on him with fire in her eyes. She was getting mad. Good. Mad was good. But why was she getting mad at him? He was just saving her from his brother. “Now, you put that damn gun down right now, Neil Conner, or you won’t like what I say next.”
“I want this on the record. I did not piss her off this time. I am completely innocent.” Steven smiled, leaning back.
“Shut up, Steven. You’re not helping,” Hazel chastised.
“Why should I? Baby brother is doing a bang-up job all by himself. Besides, I like my balls right where they’re at.” Steven laughed.
“You’re useless,” Hazel huffed.
“That’s not what you said a minute ago before we were so rudely interrupted.”
Neil couldn’t take much more. He needed answers before he shot his brother’s dick off. He laid the rifle down next to the recliner and stood before her. He needed to make sure she was okay, because if his brother did anything wrong, he was going to kill him. “Did he hurt you?”
“No,” she sighed.
“Did he force himself on you?”
“No!”
“You went willingly. To Steven. My brother. The one who you can’t stand. You let him stick his pencil dick into my pussy.”
“I got your pencil dick right here, fuckwad,” Steven said crudely, grabbing his cock.
“See, there ya go again with that my pussy thing,” Hazel ranted pointing her finger at his chest. Wow, she looked really pissed. Why, he didn’t know. He was just trying to protect her from his brother. But damn, did she sure look pretty pissed. “Now, you listen to me, Neil Conner. Steven saved me yesterday. He got me out of town after someone set fire to my bakery. He was shot trying to get me to safety. The only reason we are here in this cabin is that someone followed us. I think sleeping with your brother pales in comparison to him saving my life. We have not argued once, and our tempers have been in check. But you are seriously pissing me off.”
“So what you’re telling me is that Steven saved you. You went with him willingly. Then you slept with him. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Well, technically yes, but—”
Neil didn’t give a shit. All he heard was she went willingly. He had waited for this day, and it was finally here. The stars had aligned, the Gods were smiling, and all was right in Neil-land. Throwing her over his shoulder, he marched over to the bed and flung her on it. Ripping his shirt from his body, he kicked off his boots. He had just unbuttoned his pants and had his hand on the zipper when Hazel shrieked at him, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“It’s my turn,” he said, kicking off his pants, along with his boxers. His cock was so fucking hard, it was about to burst. He could wait to dip into her sweetness. He wanted to lave her cunt. He wanted her juices in his veins.
“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” Hazel muttered, backing up toward the head of the bed.
“No,” Neil replied sternly. Free of his bindings, Neil grabbed her ankles and pulled her back toward him. Neil placed her legs around his head as he dove in and licked the sweetest treat he had ever tasted.
“Oh. My. God!”
“Yeah, baby brother is kind of a connoisseur when it comes to pussies. He can go at it for hours. I’ll get breakfast going. You’re going to need the energy by the time he’s done with you,” Steven said, watching from the end of the bed.
* * * *
Hazel wasn’t about to let this moment pass her by. She had them both, naked, in a room, and there was no arguing. This might never happen again. Mustering all her courage, she looked right at Steven and grinned. “But I’m hungry now.”
Steven smirked. “Well now, we can’t have that. Can we, baby brother?”
Neil shook his head but never left his prize. Steven was right. Neil was a true connoisseur. The man could make a professional living eating pussies. He’d make millions.
That is, if she didn’t kill every bitch that opened her legs for him.
Hazel may have been squeamish before about embarking on a relationship with the brothers, especially when she wanted to kill Steven at any given minute, but over the last twenty-four hours, something changed between them. Being stuck out in the middle of nowhere with the hothead, she realized that if she looked beyond the exterior of the man, there was a protective, caring, sensual, and funny man. Why Steven hid those parts of himself, she didn’t know, but she liked that man. She liked him a lot. Neil was just, well, he was Neil. But even he was different. Soft, loving, considerate Neil could be aggressive and demanding, and she liked that, too.
The Conner brothers were not what they seemed. Assumptions were made, and she was wrong. Oh, she knew Steven could still be a jackass, and Neil would more than likely revert to his kinder self when his face wasn’t eating her out, and she was kind of all right with that.
Her soft moan seemed as an invitation to Neil, whose tongue lapped eagerly at her sweet juices, feverishly covering her clit with a series of licks. His approach was much more aggressive than the gentler oral sex that she had experienced with Steven, and she responded eagerly to the change of pace.
Steven walked over, kneeling on the bed. His cock was hard and ready before her lips as Steven spoke to her. “Is this what you want, Hazel? Is this what you imagined? The both of us pleasuring you?”
Hazel could only whimper weakly in response. Her back arched again, offering her right breast to his large, callused hand as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, while Neil was busy below.
And busy he was.
Hazel’s hips started moving as her pleasure deepened. Neil inserted his large index finger into her pussy, which tightened around the welcome intruder. For the first time, she experienced the strength o
f a man she had loved since he walked into her bakery. Her pelvic muscles tightened. Neil gasped, and she immediately knew of the treat he would find later.
“Fuck me, she’s tight,” he said, slowly moving his finger in and out of her.
“That she is, brother. She is going to grip your cock like a suction cup,” Steven replied, pinching her nipple.
Hazel writhed under them. Her body was hot and needy as she thrust her pussy up at Neil’s face. He chuckled as he licked and sucked noisily while at the same time aggressively fucking her with his finger. She was close to coming. Her legs stiffened over Neil’s shoulders. His left hand held her up to his mouth, and his right hand pistoned into her.
“Please, oh God, please,” she moaned, quickly reaching her peak.
“Come for us, Hazel. Come now!” whispered Steven as he twisted her nipples, giving her both the permission and extra push that she needed to get over the top.
“Oh, oh my god!” she exclaimed as her hips continued their rotation. Her legs squeezed Neil’s head as he sucked her clit more slowly as he massaged her pussy. Slumping back onto the bed, Neil untangled himself from her clinging legs. Crawling over her, he gently kissed her, allowing her to taste her own pleasure.
Hazel was in splendid rapture. After a year and a half of waiting for the chance to try a ménage, she was finally getting her shot. She never thought it was going to happen. Especially since she and Steven never really got along. But now, things had changed. Actually, a lot had changed. More than she was ready to admit at the moment. Nevertheless, right now, none of that mattered. What did matter was she was with the two of them. She couldn’t tell them how many nights she would dream of being between them, letting them love and worship her. She wanted to try everything. She couldn’t wait to be tied up, spanked, whipped, or flogged. She wanted them to use her body and make her forget everything.
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