“Oh, Red, you’re so wet.” Steven clasped her breast, teasing her nipple while his fingertips stroked her pussy.
“Fuck me, Steven,” she said. She dragged in a breath and leaned her forehead against the bark of the tree. The cool roughness of it sent a shiver down her spine.
His hand released her breast, and he grabbed the hem of her top. “I want to see you. Bare like a woodland nymph, baby. Let me see all of you.”
Hazel straightened, removed her T-shirt from her body, letting it fall beside her. The haze of desire had her barely able to comprehend what was happening between them. She needed him desperately. Her body felt on fire. She couldn’t wait to have him pounding into her. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast, Steven.”
He groaned as he gripped the back of her pants. “No.” He yanked her pants down with her panties to her ankles. She only had a moment to feel exposed before he shocked her again by pushing his hand between her thighs. His fingers slipped into her pussy from behind while his other hand teased her clit from the front.
“Steven!” Her hips jerked and a husky moan tore from her. Her body wanted to push back against the one hand and buck forward against the other. His wrist nestled between her legs, his fingers driving slowly into her. Her eyes clenched shut, and she felt him kiss her throat. The cool breeze caressed her bare skin, and yet she felt hot as if the sun were beating down upon her skin.
He circled her clit, teasing and massaging, his strokes firm and thorough. His fingers kept steadily pumping, lifting her to her toes with the pleasure they brought her. He surrounded her, overwhelmed her. She could smell his clean sweat. She felt his power. He aroused her beyond control.
Hazel pressed her palms to the tree, raking her fingers against the bark, needing to hang on to something, anything. Her eyes flicked open, and she focused on the feel of him, his mouth as it moved over her jaw where he left soft, damp kisses on her skin.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, his voice a low rumble beside her ear. “Then I will stick my cock in your pussy and fuck you in the wild. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck your cunt wildly and fiercely where anyone could see. Is that what you want, baby?” He timed his words with the thrust of his fingers. Each pump grew in intensity until he had her begging for release.
“Oh God yes! Fuck me hard,” she panted.
She lowered one hand to her breast, cupping her flesh, rubbing her nipple. He massaged her clit, caressing the sensitive bud until she just couldn’t take any more. Her hips moved back repeatedly to meet the slide of his fingers. She bent her head and sucked in air as it came over her. Her body shuddered, and her hips lifted from his hand. She moaned, losing herself in the moment until she finally closed her eyes and cried out, “Steven!”
She nearly collapsed, but his arm wrapped around her. Hazel relaxed against him, letting him take her weight as her body shook with the last of her tremors. He groaned and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering.
Hazel leaned her head on his shoulder and felt his fingers leave her. He kissed her jaw and moved behind her. A few seconds later, the sound of a zipper filled the silence and a new wave of desire crashed through her.
She closed her eyes, tilting her hips backward to welcome the thick glide of his cock. He sank inside her, filled her, letting out a deep sigh as she took him in. His hips rested against her, and then he drew back and plunged inside her again. “Oh, Steven, yes. Fuck me.” Hazel tried to put the words together, but they wouldn’t come.
Steven slipped one arm across the front of her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her. His other hand gathered her wrists together and rested them on the tree before her. Her breasts flattened against the rough tree bark. The tree scraped her nipples, making them harder. Pain laced with desire filled her body. He leaned on her back, and his thrusts gained in intensity. Hazel felt his harsh breaths on her neck, the flex of his fingertips as they dug into her hip. The sensations were almost too much, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the closeness between them to continue forever.
His hold on her tightened as his cock plunged inside her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheek, her throat, his mouth hot and damp on her skin. “Hazel,” he said, his deep voice sounding breathless beside her ear. “I love you.”
Her eyes drifted open. The way he spoke her name made her stomach flutter. He drove into her so hard that she cried out with every thrust. He kept up the pace for so long that his stamina left her breathless. She braced herself for something that seemed just out of reach, but then without warning it came over her again. Her muscles tensed as it hit her in a rush. She pulsed deep inside, her stomach clenched, and her thighs clamped around him. A low scream came deep within her, and she quivered in his arms.
Steven gave her a squeeze and let go of her wrists. He cupped her breast, holding her while his thrusts slowed to a deep grind. Hazel rested her palm over his hand, whispering unintelligible words. He pressed his lips to her cheek and let out a long, shuddering breath as he came inside her.
The only sounds for a while were the wind rustling through the trees and the distant call of a crickets, frogs, and birds. The night sky sparkled above them, the stars like twinkling lights. Neither of them spoke as he pushed in one more time before withdrawing from her.
“Now that was fucking sexy as hell.”
Turning, she saw Neil leaning against a tree, his cock in his hand. His cum dribbled from the head of his now-softening cock.
“How long have you been standing there, brother?” Steven asked as he tucked himself back into his pants. Hazel felt exposed now the urgency had passed, the cold air sending a shiver through her. She pulled up the cups of her bra and busied herself redressing, trying not to think too much about whether Neil was upset, angry, or just excited.
She looked up only to discover Steven standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching her with an amused expression. “Little brother has a bit of voyeurism in him. Don’t worry, Hazel. He’s not mad,” he said.
“Nope. Not in the least. However, sometime before tomorrow night, I swear I will get my cock in that pussy. I mean, seriously, Steven, you really are a pussy stealer. All I have had is a taste. Of course, I did get her delectable ass first, but damn it, man, I want pussy, too!” Neil scoffed.
Hazel smiled at him, refusing to let on what had been going through her mind just now. “Well, if Steven hadn’t tried to shoot my brothers, you could have had me in the hot springs.
Neil groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
Steven’s eyes glimmered with humor as Neil looked her over. “He really is a needy bastard. I hope you can put up with him.”
“I think I can manage.” She grinned as Steven dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her with a deep, leisurely kiss. When he pulled away, the sweetness of the lips had her leaning forward for more. He smiled and kissed her again, slipping a hand from his pocket to curve around her neck. When he broke the contact, he rested his forehead against hers.
“Damn, woman, I want you again,” he said.
“Well the line forms behind me, buddy, so take a fucking number. Besides, we gotta go. Braxton called while you two were communing with nature and said the ex-bastard was spotted just outside Celestial. Apparently, he decided to ignore my suggestion and go the other way. He found someone to give him a lift to Celestial. The Marshals were notified, and they are working with Pisces on sweeping the town. So no more sex,” Neil said, taking her hand, leading her back the way she came as she listened to the brothers bicker back and forth about the mechanics of hot monkey sex.
* * * *
“Dude!” Garrett shouted, quickly turning as he tried to bleach the last five seconds from his mind. Nope, bleach wasn’t going to work, he needed a Brillo pad, some turpentine, and possibly some dynamite.
“The name’s Pisces, not dude.”
“I don’t give fuck what your name is. Put some damn pants on!” Garrett yelled. He had a headache from hell. He had just sp
ent the last two fucking days riding the trail with Zac and a cowboy who encouraged his partner to be stupid. He needed a hot shower, clean clothes, some decent food, and to get the fuck away from crazy people.
The moment he arrived in Celestial, he knew he wasn’t in Kansas anymore. The yellow brick road had nothing on this freaky town. People walked naked, hand in hand, as if it was nothing, while others sang and paraded around as if on some hippie mind trip. The remaining folks looked normal, but he seriously considered their mental stability if they chose to live in this town. Hell, an old woman at the Best Lay Hotel wanted to cleanse his aura. He didn’t know what in the hell that entailed, but when she started grabbing twigs and leaves, he fled as if his ass was on fire.
“Why? Is something wrong with my body?” the naked sheriff asked. Before Garrett could respond, the door to the sheriff’s office flung opened and in walked Zac. “Whoa! Dude, do you have a permit to carry that thing?” his partner shouted.
“I’ll have you know all my permits are in order,” the sheriff replied.
“Glad to hear it. Now, be a nice naked sheriff, and step behind the counter. I don’t need to feel any more inferior than I already do,” Zac said, as if looking at the naked man was just another day on the job. “He’s covered, Garrett, you can turn around now.”
Thank god!
“We’re the U.S. Marshals Sheriff Connelly called about. Have you heard or seen the Conner brothers?” Garrett asked, cutting right to the chase. The man behind the counter was making him nervous. The sooner he got out of this little shack, the better.
“Is he always this uptight?” the sheriff asked Zac.
“Uh-huh. You should see him on Sundays at Momma’s family dinner. He gets all freaky when the youngins don’t use their manners. They are just little boys. They don’t know no better,” Zac said, as if the naked man was a long lost friend.
“That’s what I thought. He’s wound tight. He needs to get laid more,” the sheriff said, whispering. “It helps cleanse the soul, if you catch my drift.” Snapping his fingers as if he had an epiphany, the naked sheriff then said, “I know, I’ll call Apollo and he can hook him up with Starbeam. She’s really nice, and while he’s doing the universal mambo, she can fix his chakra, ’cause, man, it’s totally out of whack.”
Groaning, Garrett turned to Zac. “I am going back to the hotel. You deal with this person.”
Stepping out into the bright sunshine, Garrett wanted nothing more than to flee like the hounds of hell back to civilization. Muttering to himself over and over, “A couple more days,” he walked toward the hotel.
The town of Celestial was a quaint little place. Very clean, beautiful trees lining the main road, flowers everywhere. Hell, if he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn he was in Mayberry. However, this was not Mayberry, and the town was definitely not a fifties sitcom. Celestial was a Friday night sci-fi movie premiere!
To make matters worse, Zac loved the place. He should have known that whenever Zac liked something, he was going to hate it. It had been that way since he arrived at Momma Love’s place at the age of twelve. Angry, petulant, and quiet, he made life hell for those already living with Momma Love. Yet, through all of his tantrums and cries for help, Momma Love never gave up on him. She was a sweet woman, and he loved her dearly. The only problem was, she wasn’t his mother. His mother was doing twenty-five to life for murdering his father.
At the age of ten, his biological mother caught and shot his cheating father. Just one bullet to the head, and his dad was dead. He spent the next year in foster care until he ran away. Sneaking on buses and trains, he made it all the way from Chicago to Nashville, Tennessee, before he was caught. He thought for sure CPS would ship his ass back to Chicago, but he was wrong. Apparently, his hometown didn’t even want him anymore. He lived in a state-run facility, just outside Smyrna, when Momma Love showed up. The next thing he knew, he was ensconced on a sprawling horse farm, which catered to and trained the Tennessee Walking Horses.
He hated every minute of it. He hated the smell, the horses, the hard work, and the boys who lived there. When he first arrived, he was already planning his escape. That was, until Zac found out and decided he was going, too. The little shit never left him alone, following him everywhere. Garrett couldn’t shake him. Before he knew it, time flew by and he was graduating from high school and heading off to college. All because of one woman, who loved him unconditionally, and the stubborn shadow that stuck to him like glue.
God only knew where his life would have ended up if it weren’t for those two people, and he really appreciated their love and support, but he needed to find his own path. He wanted to set a new course for himself, and having his younger brother trailing behind him wasn’t going to cut it anymore.
Lost within his own thoughts, he never saw them as he passed them on the street. But before he stepped into the hotel, he heard them. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Garrett still moping after all these years?” the familiar voice asked.
“Yep, that’s him all right. Look, see, there’s that same twitch he gets when he’s about to blow,” the other familiar voice replied.
Dear God, please. Not them, anyone else but them.
There were many things he loved about living with Momma Love, fishing, camping, her wonderful food, her laughter, and even some of his brothers. However, then there were the devil twins, the banes of his existence. They made life a living hell for him. The jokesters of the farm, they tried their damnedest to aggravate the living shit out of him, and most times, they succeeded. Younger than him by two years, they were good friends at first. Then one night everything changed, and their competitive natures turned into some of the wildest nights Simple, Tennessee, ever saw. Hell, he wondered if that warrant was still valid for that balloon incident with the roosters.
Turning around, his worst fear was had come true. The devil was having fun with him. He had to be, because God wouldn’t be that cruel after making him ride the trail with Zac.
There they stood, grinning like idiots, as if they hadn’t a care in the world.
Schmucks!
“Quinton, Justice, what brings you to Montana? Isn’t there some war going on that needs your assistance?”
Quinton growled.
Justice patted Quinton on the back. “Down boy.” Smiling, he looked at him and said, “Now, don’t you go and piss him off. He’s been irritable lately. Garrett, you need to call home more often. Momma would have told you we’re out of the military now. We live here. Well, not in Celestial, but in Treasure Cove. We work at the Pleasure Cave. You should come by, there is a new Domme there, and I am sure she would just love to whip your ass. Have you ever been spanked by a woman, Garrett? They can be real bitches about it. They don’t hold anything back.”
“Fuck off, Justice,” he snarled. Walking into the hotel, he knew they would follow him. They never passed up the chance to needle him. Of course, they only did that when Zac wasn’t around. Something about the tall muscular oaf that was his partner seemed to put the Hightower twins in their place.
Heading for the front desk, he bumped into a small woman who fell on her ass before him. Ashamed for not watching where he was going, he helped the woman up. “I’m so sorry, ma’am.” But the moment he heard her voice, everything in him stilled.
He knew that voice.
“It’s all right. Most people don’t see me, anyway,” she replied. Her innocent, seductive voice captured his attention as it always did. His mind whirled back to the small field not far from the farm where he first met her. Her innocence captured him even back then. He remembered her beautiful golden locks as she laughed, running through the wheat field as he and Zac chased her. She was perfect. She was his first love, and then she disappeared. There one minute and gone the next. The next week, he packed his bags and left.
Looking down at her now, he saw her beautiful blonde hair dyed a vibrant purple. Her eyes, still the color of sapphir
es, saw the real him beneath the mask he wore. Her full, luscious lips slightly parted as she recognized at him. She couldn’t be any taller than five foot two. The baggy clothes that engulfed her petite frame disguised her from the others.
“We see you just fine,” Justice quipped, leaning against the receptionist desk. “Garrett, meet Pandora, Celestial’s one and only Goth-slash-tarot-card-reader. Pandora, meet one the federal government’s finest men in suits. He’s part of that organization Leaf keeps preaching about at Thursday’s meetings out at Moon Goddess’s place. I’d be careful with this one. He looks mean.”
Garrett never took his eyes from hers. Even under all the horrible clothes she wore, she was still the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She had changed. Even her name was different. He bet when he washed all that crap off her and put her in something feminine, she was still the same stunning girl that broke his heart. However, the moment the Devil twins said men in suits, she slowly started to back away from him. Her eyes widened, and for a second, he saw fear, real fear there. Before he could say anything, she turned and ran from the room, leaving Justice and Quinton laughing like hyenas. “Damn, Garrett, nice to see you haven’t lost your touch,” Quinton finally spoke.
“Fuck off,” he growled.
“Damn it, Zac! Let me go!” an angry feminine voce shouted.
“No can do, sweetheart.”
“Call her sweetheart again, chump, and I will pound your ass into the ground,” a large man said.
“Ha! Bring friends, little feller.” Zac laughed, walking right up to him. “Hey, partner, lookie at what I wrangled.”
Furious and spitting fire, Hazel Montgomery stood next to Zac with two ferocious-looking cowboys behind her, along with Gabriel Sexton and his attorney Alexander Ellis. If he had to guess, the two cowboys snarling at Zac were the Conner brothers, and they were not happy with Zac’s dramatics.
“Damn, Zac, I’d let Hazel go. Steven and Neil look like they are ready to pounce on you,” Justice said, shaking the cowboys’ hands. “Hey, boys, whatcha doing in Celestial?”
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