“Protecting Hazel,” Angry Cowboy One growled.
“Zac, untie her. She is not a prisoner,” Garrett groaned.
“But it’s my best knot. See?”
“Let her go now,” Angry Cowboy Two snarled.
“Zac, let her go. You don’t want to mess with Steven and Neil,” Quinton said.
Sulking, Zac mumbled, “Fine. I was just having some fun. I didn’t hurt her.”
The moment Hazel was free, both cowboys pulled her away and formed a protective barrier around her. She looked tired and scared, but mostly she looked mad as hell. Once again Zac did what he wanted with no regard for anyone but his own personal agenda.
Garrett needed to take control of this situation quick before things got more out of hand.
Fuck! Too late.
“Sweet! Looks like you found her.” The naked sheriff walked through the lobby, smiling, his junk swinging and on full display.
“Pisces! Dude, put some pants on!” Justice turned around, along with Quinton.
“Damn it, man, there is a lady present!” Neil said, turning Hazel.
“Is it naked Monday?” Zac asked, leaning against the receptionist desk. “Cause I can totally get on board with that rule.”
“No, that is just how Pisces is. Every day is naked Monday to him,” the innocent voice said. She was back, but her demeanor looked controlled.
“Mary Jane?” Zac whispered. Only Garrett heard him. He knew the grief she caused his partner when she left without word. He wondered at times if that was why Zac acted as he did. Not because he wanted to be obnoxious, but because his heart was breaking and he knew of no other way.
“Her name is Pandora now,” Garrett quietly replied, standing in front of his partner. He didn’t know why she was dressed like she was, or what she was doing in Celestial. He didn’t have time to figure it all out, and he sure as hell didn’t feel like a trip down memory lane. Concentrating on the job, he ignored his aching heart and asked dryly, “Ma’am, is there a place where we can talk to Ms. Montgomery? She will also need a room. Somewhere private, and if you can keep her name out of the computer, I would greatly appreciate it.”
“Follow me,” she said.
Chapter Eight
Hazel sat on Neil’s lap while Steven argued with the Marshals and her brothers. She appreciated the fact that Steven felt a deep need to protect her himself, but he really didn’t know what her ex-husband was capable of. She hoped he never found out. All she wanted to do was bathe and take a long nap. She didn’t understand why all the dramatics were needed, but the posturing in the room grew to an insurmountable level when Gabriel slammed his hand down on the table, making her jump.
If eight men couldn’t calm down long enough to figure out how to protect one woman, then she refused to sit and listen to their bickering anymore. Standing up, she turned to Pandora. “Can you please show me my room?”
“Sure, Hazel,” she replied.
“Baby, I think you better stay here,” Neil said, grabbing her hand. She couldn’t do it. They were all driving her crazy. She needed to relax her mind and get away from all the testosterone in the room. It was no wonder many of the women of Treasure Cove took one night a week to get away. She promised herself that, when all this drama was over, she was going to be the fucking chauffer for ladies’ night.
“I’ll be in my room. Pandora will be with me. I can’t take any more of this.” She sighed, pulling away. Neil looked at her and nodded. “All right, but stay in your room. We’ll be there shortly.”
Following Pandora to her room, she was surprised at the opulence of the suite. Moon Goddess really liked going for the wow factor. Hazel never would have thought such elegance existed when she walked into the Best Lay Hotel.
The room was massive, three times the size of her apartment above her bakery. The shimmering colors of gold and green fabric covered every inch of the walls. A large, dark-brown fur rug lay in the middle of the room. Antique table and chairs sat near the extravagant marble fireplace. A large golden claw-foot tub sat in the corner, big enough for two, possibly more. Plants of all kinds hung from the ceiling or stood on wrought-iron pedestals.
However, the custom-built bed reminded her of the French Renaissance. The large golden dome overhead sat perfectly in the middle of a ceiling painted with the starry night. Sheer golden curtains cascaded to each corner of the bed, which gave the room a whimsical feel. If she didn’t know any better, she was back in the forest up on the mountain.
“There are fresh towels in the cabinet next to the tub. If you need anything, hit the red button on the phone. It connects you to the reception desk,” Pandora said, handing her the key. “I have to go now.”
“Thank you, Pandora, for everything.”
“Don’t thank me. It was Moon. She thought you would like this room.”
“Tell her thank you for me, please.”
Pandora nodded and slipped out of the room as if she was never there.
Kicking off her shoes, Hazel waked straight for the tub, and before she thought of another thing, she was sinking into heavenly hot water.
* * * *
Zac answered the door as Garrett walked up behind him. Opening it wide, the gently lit hall behind her illuminated her.
“Please come in,” he said, beckoning her inside. “We’ve been expecting you.”
She silently nodded and walked into the spacious room. The lights were low and music was coming from within the walls. She looked scared, unsure what to do next. Taking her hand in his, Zac said, “It’s just us, Mary Jane.”
“I know. I just never thought I would see you both again.”
“Well, we weren’t the ones who ran away,” Garrett said. She looked at him, giving him a quick once-over. Zac wasn’t sure what Garrett’s problem was, but he was beginning to piss him off. It had been ten years since they last saw her, and Zac did not want to spend the night fighting.
“There’s the Garrett I remember. So tell me, is being the big-shot federal guy everything you hoped for?” she asked, sitting down. The small sitting room, furnished with a two chairs and a sofa, was simple but served its purpose.
“No complaints from my end. So how’s the receptionist business lately?” he asked, snarky.
“Please. We are not doing this,” Zac shouted at them both. For the last ten years, he searched high and low for her. Now that she was finally in the same room with him, he would be damned if they fought. “Garrett hates his fucking job, only he’s too stubborn to admit it. I hate babysitting him and want to go home. And you look, well, you look like shit. What the fuck did you do to yourself?”
“Still eloquent as ever, Zac, I appreciate the honesty.” She smiled up at him. “Look, I know I owe you both an explanation, and I wish I had all the right answers. Just know that I left because I had to. It was nothing either of you did.”
Zac knew she was lying. She could have come to either of them if she was in trouble. She knew they would have done everything in their power to fix whatever mess she was in. Hell, Momma Love would have moved heaven and hell for her. The whole town would have. Instead of staying and fighting, she bolted. She left not only them, but also the whole town wondering.
To make matters worse, Zac diligently spent the last ten years looking for her and then trying to forget her. She was his first and only love. It didn’t matter what she looked liked now. He still loved her, purple hair and all.
“Just answer me this. Was it for the money?” Garrett asked, cutting to the chase.
“No. I never cared about that.”
“Good enough for me,” Zac said, grabbing her out of the chair. He never could wait patiently. He pinned her against the wall and kissed her with so much passion it hurt. His hands were everywhere, grasping and stroking her. Pulling up her long skirt, he tugged at the waistband of her panties. He bent and quickly slipped them down her thighs. She lost her balance and fell against him. He stripped the panties from her and straightened, but he didn’t push her ag
ainst the wall to fuck her, as he wanted to. Instead, he steadied her, slid her panties into his pocket, and grinned. He kissed her once more and stepped back.
Her face flushed scarlet as Garrett approached. Shorter than Zac by a couple of inches, he looked more like a leopard stalking his prey than a man in love. Though Garrett never really talked about his feelings, Zac knew. They had been partners for too long. No matter how much Garrett would deny his feelings for Mary Jane, Zac knew that when she left them, she ripped his soul in half. After that day, Garrett was never the same.
“You stole my heart, Mary Jane, and I let you. You saw parts of me I never showed anyone. You took what I gave you and stomped on it. And god help me, I still can’t get you out of my system,” Garrett said, right before he aggressively took her mouth. She whimpered, melting into him. They were always like that, like a flash fire. They burned hot and fast, searing everything in their path. They were explosive.
The temperature in the room went from frigid cold to boiling hot.
Zac had always loved watching Garrett and Mary Jane. The sheer kinetic energy of the two was beyond his imagination. The way she responded to his feral nature soothed something deep within Garrett. Zac knew that Mary Jane was a submissive, but until Garrett accepted that fact and embraced his inner Dom, Zac was left wondering what their sex life would really be like. He waited and prayed for that day.
Garrett picked her up and led her to the bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, he wrapped her legs around his as he kissed angrily and wetly. Following, Zac removed his shirt and kicked off his boots. Garrett shifted her. Her back now against his chest, his hands bunching her skirt around her waist. He spread her legs over his, putting her moist pussy on display. His hand slipped into her shaved pussy, and she gasped.
Looking up, she stared right at him. Zac never moved, his gaze locked on her open thighs and the movement of his brother’s fingers. He watched Garrett’s finger slip between her swollen labia, her juices coating his fingers. “She’s wet, brother. So fucking wet.”
She sighed with pleasure at Garrett’s touch. Zac’s mouth watered. He loved her pussy. She tasted so sweet, like honey. He always loved honey. Licking his lips, he rubbed his stiff cock.
“So wet,” Zac growled, his voice low enough he was sure Garrett couldn’t hear it over the music in the background. Garrett slid his finger along the length of her slit, picking up the wetness and spreading it over her skin.
His brother was taunting him. It was a game of wills. A game they always played at her expense. The first to taste would lose. Zac knew the moment he saw Garrett sink his finger deep into her cunt, her juices coating his brother’s hand, he was going to lose the game tonight. He didn’t care. He wanted to taste that pussy.
Garrett kissed her neck. She groaned and squirmed against him.
“Zac wants you, Mary Jane. Should I let him have you?” Garrett teased. “What a naughty tease you are, Mary Jane, showing off your pussy to my brother like that. I should spank you for teasing him.”
He pressed two fingers into her, pumping them slowly. She groaned and arched her back, Zac’s eyes glued to her pussy.
“You’re so wet, Mary Jane. You’re so hot for my brother, aren’t you? You’ve been thinking about being fucked by him for a long time. I know you have. I know you want him to touch you as he used to, as I’m touching you right now. Don’t you, baby?” Garrett said, playing her pussy like a fine fiddle.
She squirmed, and to his complete surprise, she moaned, “Eat me, Zac. Eat me like you used to. Make me come again.”
Zac wasted no time. Dropping to his knees, he pushed her thighs apart further and took his first lick.
Heaven.
He was in heaven. She was sweet and tangy, just as he remembered.
“Oh yes!” she cried as he sucked her little nub. “Just like that. Suck it harder!”
He silenced her with his tongue. Slurping her juices, he slid his tongue deep into her core, his teeth scraping her clit. She gasped. Restrained, Zac pleasured her with his mouth as Garrett spread her legs further. She was open, wet, and creaming. He missed this. He dreamed of her pussy almost every night, waking up hard as a fence post but never sated.
Zac looked up at Garrett, and his brother’s eyes filled with lust. This was what they needed. She was the missing part of them. He wasn’t surprised to see Garrett watching, not stroking himself, though from the look on his face and the bulge in his pants, Zac knew he was enjoying the show.
Mary Jane writhed, moaning something incoherent. She was close. He could tell as her muscles began to tighten. She was ready.
He shook his head, humming, and his mouth purred against her pussy. She tensed, holding still, as he ran his hands over her thighs, shifting her legs slightly. Taking another long lick, he barely touched her clit, and she shot off like a rocket. Screaming and grinding her pussy into his face, she came violently, her juices filling his mouth.
He drew back and looked up into her dazed eyes. “I want to fuck you. I want to stick my cock so deep into your cunt. I want you begging for mercy.”
“Yes, fuck me, Zac,” she said, looking him in the eyes.
Zac stood and shed his jeans. His cock finally free at last. Reaching under her, he lifted her from Garrett’s lap. She was still a tiny thing, weighing nothing to him. His arms under her legs, he lifted her until her pussy was within range of his face once more. He gave her another lick, and she moaned.
Carefully, he laid her on the bed. He pulled her skirt from her body and tore her tank top, freeing her breasts. “Holy shit, Mary Jane!”
“You like?” she smiled demurely.
“Fuck yeah. They were purdy before, but the bling really makes them stand out.”
“What are you two talking about?” Garrett asked, removing his clothes.
“Mary Jane got her nipples pierced. Look.”
Garrett walked over and stood next to him. “Well, that does open a lot of possibilities, doesn’t it?”
“No.” She smiled. “You are not roping my nipples together.”
“But M.J., you’d look so purdy,” Zac begged.
“No, I mean it. Forget about it. Don’t even think about it,” she replied firmly, removing her ripped shirt. She was before them, gloriously naked. “Someone better fuck me, or I am going back to work.”
“Demanding little wench. Oh we will fuck you all right, but you won’t be able to walk anywhere when we’re done,” Zac said, kneeling between her legs. Stroking his cock, he couldn’t wait to slip it into paradise.
* * * *
It had been years since Garrett forgot about everything but his own needs. Typically, concerned with everything and everyone, he would ignore his own desires just to keep moving forward. Yet, when she walked into their room, everything that needed to be done fled, and only she remained. He still didn’t get a clear answer as to why she left like she did, and at this moment, he really didn’t give a shit. She was here, naked, and begging them to fuck her. He knew he should slow down and find the underlying cause of everything, but the moment his mouth connected with hers, his dick took over and was now fully in charge.
The tension in his body shifted. Lust rose to the surface. He wanted her. He didn’t care where she had been. He just wanted her. She was his one addiction. She always had been, and now he was going to get his fix.
He watched her face as he moved closer to her pert nipples. She moaned as his tongue licked the hard peak. When he sucked her breast into his mouth, she cried out.
Her little fingers combed over his head, threading her fingers through his short dark hair, thoroughly messing it up as he very carefully, almost hesitantly, explored the surface of her breast with his tongue. He turned, bringing her other breast to his mouth, and watched her with delight as he gave it the same careful treatment.
Garrett had never been a gentle lover. He always let his lusty need take control and dictate how hard or rough he would be. Yet for some reason, he wanted to be gentle. He wanted t
o take it slow. He wanted to savor this moment. He moved from one to the other, his tongue tracing slowly all around, over her nipples before he sucked them into his mouth. One after the other, he applied more pressure until he had her gasping for air.
He drew back and looked at her. No matter how she changed her appearance, she was still the same woman. One look in her beautiful sapphire eyes, and he knew she would never be able to hide from him. She belonged to him, and she knew it, too.
“I want to suck your cock, Garrett. Let me suck your cock,” she said lustfully. Smirking, Garrett kneeled beside her head, stoking himself. His cock ached. Pre-cum leaked from its head.
He stroked it gently as he watched her mouth open. She looked up at him. Lifting her head, he placed his cock against her lips, coating them in his liquid. Her little tongue darted out, licking his head.
“Oh fuck,” he growled. Power and dominance replaced the need to be slow and gentle. With one hand on the back of her head and the other on his cock, he thrust forward into her hot, sassy little mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft slightly as her mouth sucked him in deep.
“Holy fuck!” Garrett swore as she eased her mouth further down over the flared head of his cock, taking in several inches of his thick shaft. He groaned, his fist clenched tightly to her hair as her lips and tongue moved like a Slip ’n Slide over him.
Her tongue circled over the tip of his cock. She teased him. Closing her lips to suck, she moved forward on him, sliding her mouth as far as she could down his dick. She took him deep a few more times and then let his cock pop from her mouth. Smiling up at him, she said, “I know what you want, Garrett. Do it. Fuck my mouth. Fuck it like you used to. Make me take all of your cock. Fill my mouth with your cum.”
“Just remember you asked for it, baby,” he moaned in disbelief. Sliding his cock back into her mouth, he grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her. He held nothing back. Her mouth was his little fuck toy, his to use as he saw fit, and he wanted her lips kissing his pelvis.
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