by Jana Leigh
Gage heard the first sniper fire and then all hell broke loose. He ran for the back door. He heard the Mayor yelling to his people to move left, so moving quietly, he stole a look around the door. Already there were three bodies on the ground, and thank God, all of them wore jeans and sneakers, not from there at all.
“I need cover at the back,” Gage whispered. He needed to make it to the barn, which was where his major weapons were. Holding his gun up, he waited and then he heard someone laying ground fire and he bolted out of the back door and didn’t look back until he reached the loft with the window.
Sliding to his spot and pulling his rifle at the same time, Gage grimaced. Jolie was gonna be pissed he tore another pair of jeans, he thought as he looked through the scope.
Damn, whoever wanted them was serious, there was practically an army out there. Even though they were not trained there were still too many of them. Taking a deep breath, Gage began to count.
“One…Two…Three…” he said and shot. One down.
He turned his scope and saw Drake in the yard taking down one guy who had made a run for the house. Dumbass.
“One…Two…Three…” He shot. Two down.
He could hear them chatting on the talkies. “We have about thirty or forty coming behind, and at least fifty in the front. Rex and Jolly are talking care of the ones on David’s land. They counted at least thirty or more. Desire's husbands were covering the backside from their ranch. Dillon and Slade are counting fifteen at their ranch, which they have been able to keep back. They are reporting that several of the men already ran away. Someone picked them up in an old truck.”
Fuck, this was some serious firepower. He saw Alex drop down from a tree and take on two men. And Slone joined him a second later for the third that appeared. Jessie was still on the cameras calling to people when he saw a threat.
“Gage, two under you coming from the back,” Jessie said and he turned. Fuckers, they thought they could sneak up on him? He crawled slowly to the ladder on his belly. His knife pulled out in one hand while the other held a handgun. He had already cleared the hay from where he was, so other than the minute sound of him moving—there was nothing. The noises from the outside covered him.
He took a slow and steady breath and exhaled gently before he looked over the edge. Hell with two, more like four, and they didn’t seem to care how much noise they made.
Gage moved slowly, he had to rethink. Looking over the edge again, he saw where they were moving and how fast they would get there. Taking another deep breath, he grasped his gun and began to count. "Three…" he said and leaned over and fired. "One down…Two down…Three down…" he counted as he dropped them, then shit the gun jammed.
He threw the gun and in one fluid movement, jumped out at the remaining man who had frozen when his buddies were shot. Gage landed on his leg with a precise kick, he knocked the gun out of the man's hand.
Crying out in pain, the man pulled a knife and swept it a couple of times in the air, warning Gage to stay back.
“Who are you?” Gage demanded and moved quickly striking the man's cheek with his blade.
“None of your business,” the man snarled and he recognized the accent from a country known for its drugs.
“I beg to differ, fucker, since you seem intent on killing me,” Gage said, striking again, this time the other cheek.
The man howled and quickly pulled more knifes from his boot, throwing them with amazing precision as well, one of them sticking in his leg. Well shit, now Jolie AND David were going to be pissed.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” Gage sighed as the man threw the last knife, he shifted to the side, and the knife missed its mark—him. With a flick of his wrist though, his knife hit its target and buried itself in the man's chest.
“Status,” Gage barked and limped to the bottom of the loft and pulled the rope. As his guns came sliding down the chute, he grabbed them.
“Drake, Alex, and Slone are in the front holding their own. The townsmen are in the rear doing the same. Snipers are searching out to see how many are left. David’s coming across the field slowly. The rest are covering the side and making their way to David’s place,” Jessie said.
“Need cover,” Gage said and peered around the edge of the door. He could see David moving slowly with the deputies. Now more bodies were laying in the yard, none of them were theirs. At least something was going their way.
He heard Jessie swear in the mic and he paused. Gage had intended on covering for David and the others, but when he heard a piercing scream, and Jessie calling for back up, Gage knew they had been tricked. Somehow, they had gotten into the house.
As he ran, he could hear the ping of bullets hitting the door. Jessie was calling out numbers that almost stopped him cold. How could that many men get in the house without them knowing? Don’t think. MOVE!
Thane paced as they listened. Jessie had patched him in when the guns began firing. They were outnumbered, but his men knew how to survive, the ones attacking didn’t by the sounds of it. Running willy-nilly across the yard trying to get to the house.
All a fucking diversion, he thought and listened, this didn’t make a lick of sense. Voodoo stood tense hoping they did not have to listen to anyone dying.
“Uh, sirs?” the Ensign said hesitantly.
“Shhh,” Thane said.
“But…” the Ensign said.
“What?!” Thane barked as he pulled the listening device from his ear.
“Someone had contacted a Tulu Patrick in New Orleans,” the Ensign said. “We just caught the chatter. Whoever it was said they were coming to take her to her son. Would be there in the morning.”
“FUCK!” Thane yelled and turned to see Mason already in motion running for the door. “Patch the feed through to my phone, call the Commander, say they are after Mason’s mom. We need transportation ASAP, on our way to the airport, either they give us something or we steal it!” he yelled over his shoulder and sprinted to keep up. Shit, he was getting out of shape, maybe he needed to run a little more in the mornings at the ranch.
His phone rang. “Another contact with an Arden Plane, asking for her to meet with someone who served with ‘Dag,’ she is in a small town outside of New Orleans called, Magic. Should we make contact?”
“Fuck, yes, tell her to hide until we get there, toss her phone and call this number in twenty-hours from a pay phone,” Thane said and rattled off the number to his extra burner phone.
“Copy, patching through,” the Ensign said and he put the phone on speaker. He could hear the battle rage in the house. Jessie calling out numbers as someone breached the house.
Gage didn’t pause when he reached the back, throwing open the door and sweeping the room. Damn, they were all downstairs. He could hear them, but coming up behind them would be a death sentence, and he could not afford to make Jolie and Sammi wait anymore.
David flew in behind him and looked wild-eyed around the room, pulling his gun when he saw Gage standing, listening. David paused and looked down, they could hear the men talking, there were probably ten or more in the basement firing at the steel door.
Mayor Deke came into the room, handed them each an automatic weapon, and pointed to the floor silently. Gage smiled and nodded, point to where they should not fire, and where they should. Each of the men moved silently to a different place in the house. Deke stayed in the kitchen. David in the living room, and Gage in the playroom. He whispered his countdown into the mic and held his breath when he reached, one.
He heard the weapons being emptied and did the same, right through the floor, angling and shooting away from the safe room. He wanted to laugh when he heard the men below screaming. Bastards should never have come into their house and fucked with them.
When Gage emptied his gun, he reloaded and paused. There was no sound coming from below, only the ringing in his ears from the weapons that were fired.
“Jessie?” Gage whispered.
“Fuckin' A, sounded l
ike Armageddon in here. I think we are good,” Jessie laughed and Gage could hear Sammi crying in the background.
Gage moved as fast as his now blood-flowing wound on his leg would allow. David and him crept down the bullet-ridden stairs with Deke as their backup and saw approximately ten men on the floor, all dead. Gage breathed a sigh of relief and said to Jessie, “Let us check on the others, stay tight.”
Chapter Twenty
The county coroner was busy and a little more than pissed that he had to call in for help with the amount of bodies they had. Apparently, the last unnatural death had been two years ago.
David was not allowed to lead the investigation at the ranch, and all of the bullets were sent out for processing. But he was still able to get information on the weapons they found. Most of them were not registered in this country, which led them to believe they were smuggled in. All in all, it was a cluster fuck, and they were no closer than they had been to figuring this shit out.
Doc had been out to the ranch off and on for the last few days, checking on Sable and Sammi, and making sure the wounds he patched up on Gage and a few of the other guys had not become infected. Gage was worried about the girls and the way they were handling this, Jolie was holding up like a trooper, as were the others, but facing guns and foreigners was something they had never experienced. Gage was surprised she had not been taking the Valium doc prescribed to help her relax.
Voodoo and LC were stuck in the Louisiana Bayou with Mason's mother and searching for Arden Plane who had disappeared and failed to call in. The guys, Jessie and Drake, were on their way there, Alex remained at the ranch with Gage, both still cleaning up the mess with authorities who seemed to think they were in charge. The Commander was making phone calls.
David and Gage planned their real evening, not the dream one Jolie had described for them, now was not the time to pull out all the stops, but they deserved a little couple-time after the last few days.
Although both men were not romantic by nature, they could pull one out when they needed to. But they drew the line at champagne and strawberries, it was so overdone. Nope they had the perfect thing, something Bailey and Ginny told them about online. It had just come in that morning and they were going to use it. 'Honey dust', apparently it was a powder you used a fluffy-thingy to put it on, and then you could lick it off. What would be sweeter than honey? And not sticky, that was the clue.
Neither of the men intended to actually get up after they took their woman the first time. No, one time would not be enough for them, and they needed to be comfortable, the girls informed them that with food, they would have to change sheets, shower, and everything when they were done.
Gage and David planned to be exhausted, too exhausted to get up and do all that shit.
Jolie planned for a nice relaxing night for her men. After dinner, she led them into the bedroom and grinned at them. “Why don’t you two have a seat on the bed?”
David obeyed, but Gage stepped over to his dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out some condoms, a tube of lube, and a box, filled with what—she couldn’t imagine but it excited her. It had only been a few days but it felt like a lifetime, she needed their connection.
Her cowgirl dress, Calli had designed for her, buttoned in front; the top two buttons already undone. She waited until Gage returned to the bed. With her two men facing her, she slowly loosened each button, licking her lips in between. David whistled and Gage grinned to cheer her on. When more than half the buttons were open, she turned her back to them.
“Hey, what are you doing, sweetheart?” Gage said.
“Hold your horses,” Jolie whispered.
“Oh—hell—no, you did not just say that. More like pony up and get a move on, sweetheart,” David growled.
She wiggled her hips as she slid the top half of the dress over her shoulders. Lowering her gaze, she undid the rest until the entire dress was open. Taking a hold of the lapels, she opened the material and slid it down her back inch by inch.
The bed squeaked as if one of the men had stood. She glanced over her shoulder. “David, sit down. One touch and the show stops.”
“Damn, but my cock needs some attention,” David complained.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be good to him in a moment.” She loved it when both men groaned.
She made the material shift from right to left as the dress got closer to the ground. Eventually, she let go. She could hear both of her men’s breathing beginning to increase. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, slipped her right arm out of the strap, and clasped it under her arm to keep it from falling. She repeated with the other arm.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” Gage said hoarsely.
“I’m not ready yet.” Teasing them was so much fun. “Okay, but just a peek.”
She faced her men and with immeasurable patience, lowered the cups until her nipples popped out. She took the bra in one hand and swung it on one finger. After a few rotations, she flung it at the men. Gage reached out and caught it. He brought her bra to his face and inhaled.
“It smells so sweet. Like you.”
“Aw, you can say the nicest things,” Jolie laughed.
After wetting her finger, she ran circles around her nipples.
David bit down on his lip. “You’re just being cruel to us. Don’t you know it’s our job to suck on those lovely tits?”
“You’ll get your chance,” Jolie whispered.
Gage grabbed his cock and squeezed. “We’re trying to hold on here, sweetheart, but it’s getting harder and harder.”
“Ha-ha.” She doubted he even realized his pun.
“I’m not kidding. I’m harder than a pistol. You wanna see?” Gage said and shifted so his cock was more comfortable in his pants.
She slid her hand down her panties and slipped a finger into her already wet pussy. Even her finger gave her some needed relief. “God, that feels good.”
“Darlin’, you are beyond cruel,” David laughed.
Gage groaned. He unzipped his pants. Even through the briefs, she could see how big his cock was. “See? I’m hurting here.”
“You poor baby. You’ll get your release soon enough.”
“You gonna touch it?” Gage asked.
She laughed. Now for the good part. Her response to his plea was to turn around. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Just thinking about what was to come made her cream drip more. Wiggling her hips back and forth forced her panties lower.
David sucked in a breath and whispered, “I have died and gone to heaven.”
The material slipped down over her ass. Instead of stepping out of them, she kept lowering them until they were around her ankles. “David?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“You okay?”
“You have no idea. I gotta hold down my cock as it is. I want to fuck your sweet ass so damned bad.”
She grinned. “Hold that thought.” She stepped out of her panties, strutted over to David, and dropped them on his head. He immediately sniffed them.
He looked over at Gage and smiled. “Dude, we are in for a real treat.”
She turned around again and kept her back to the men. This time she moved just out of reach of David. Bending over, she slipped off her heels and looked between her legs, she knew how they loved her legs. Returning to a standing position, she faced them. “How do you want me?”
The men stood and kept their gaze on her. They both lifted off their shirts like they were in a male revue. Just the thought drove her mad. Each flexed his muscles, probably to torment her as she’d tried to tease them. Next came their shoes followed by their pants. They did it slowly, like the men would in a striptease, and she grinned and clapped her hands. The men responded and swung their hips a little, throwing off their clothes a piece at a time coyly over their shoulders. Gage wiggling his eyebrows and made her laugh.
Her mouth turned dry looking at them. Their abs rippled and chests flexed. Her pussy grew wetter from watching them
take off their clothes. They dropped their pants, but their huge cocks pushed out from their underwear.
“Darlin’, you want to finish the job?”
Jolie nodded and sighed as she watched them both take out little powder puffs and grin at her. “What is that?” she asked suspiciously.
“Something for us to enjoy every inch of you,” Gage whispered and they began to put a light covering on her breasts first and then moved lower. Their touch was erotic and almost made her beg them to stop.
Gage reached out and lightly pinched her nipple. David followed with the other side. “Good thing you have two of those.”
David reached behind her and squeezed her ass while Gage slid a finger down the cleft of her pussy. He stopped at the top and pressed on her clit. A spasm made her inner walls contract. She pushed back her hips. “Give me a second to get you naked before you get me too excited.”
“Too late for us, babe. We’re already on the verge. I’m just praying we’ll be able to last long enough to satisfy you,” David said.
“Oh.” She withdrew her hand from David’s pants.
He laughed. “Now that you’ve started, you can’t stop. Take them off.”
With care, she slid them over his big cock. When his cock popped out, she swore he’d grown. “Wow.”
David cupped her face and kissed her. “We’ll see about that.”
Gage stepped closer. “My turn.”
She rubbed the outside of his briefs, loving how thick and long he was. This time, she got him out of his briefs by dragging the waistband over his well-sculpted ass. Her hands skimmed across his firm body.
“Thank you, God.” She dragged the briefs all the way down to his ankles. “Step out of them.”
When she looked up, his cock was at mouth level. The urge to take him overwhelmed her. She licked the outside and Gage groaned.
“I’m not sure this is going to work, sweetheart,” Gage moaned.
She grinned. “You’re a wimp?”