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by Rebecca Joyce


  “Yeah, but what’s done is done. Let’s just get on that plane and go home to our little girl, okay? I’m sure she misses her momma,” Devlin added, taking her hand in his, trying to comfort her while he weaved in and out of traffic.

  “I miss her too.”

  They arrived safely at the airfield. The plane was fueled and waiting. Devlin wasted no time, ushering her from the car and up the stairs to safety. Once inside, Devlin guided her to a seat, helped her buckle up and then shouted, “Let’s go!”

  ****

  Later that night in Treasure Cove,

  “Lisset,” Damien whispered walking up to her as she sat in the rocking chair, holding Skylar as she slept. She hadn’t said a single word since she arrived and Skylar was in her arms, nor had she let Skylar stray two feet from her for that matter. She seemed happy to see her brother, Tristan and their new wife Violet, but the happiness didn’t reach her eyes. Lisset was scared and Damien knew it. Devlin had divulged what happened in Chicago, which put all the men on edge. It was one thing knowing Pavlov had a daughter, it was something altogether different knowing he knew what she looked like.

  “Baby why don’t you come to bed?” he asked kneeling before her. It was odd, Damien knew she couldn’t see, but at moments like this when Lisset looked directly at her sleeping daughter, gently stroking her cheek, Damien would swear to God above, that she could see everything clearly. He felt bad for her in a way. Skylar was a beautiful little girl and when she smiled, she lit up a room. Lisset would never get to see that, to see the joy and happiness on her daughter’s face. He just wished there was something he could do to alleviate her worries.

  “When we were running, all I could think about was Sky,” she whispered. “I put her in more danger today. It was something so innocent. I’m a mother. What mother doesn’t have a picture of their child in their wallet? I wasn’t thinking and now, he is coming for her. I can’t protect her like everyone else can.”

  “You protect her just fine,” Damien replied. “Sky loves you. You are her momma, and you’re a damn good momma too. No one can love her like you can.”

  “Loving her isn’t enough. Love can’t protect and keep her safe.”

  “Yes, it can,” Devlin said entering the room. “We all love Skylar. We, the people in this room are her family. We’ve been there from the very beginning and we will be here until the very end. Skylar will never know fear, I promise you that Lisset. I will die protecting her from that.”

  “You’re not her biological fathers and yet you love her as if she was from your own blood.”

  “She is our daughter. We were there when she was born. We both changed her diapers, fed her, rocked her when she was fussy. She may not be ours physically, but we are her daddies and we will always be,” Damien added then said, “Lisset, we knew what we were doing when we married you. We didn’t go into it lightly. We knew there was going to be hard times and there was a very good chance that it wouldn’t work out, but we believed that if we gave you time and worked hard to earn your trust that somehow it would all work out. I want you to know I don’t regret a single thing and I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, Lisset.”

  “I love you too,” she replied.

  “Please come to bed.”

  “I can’t leave her.”

  “No one will get near her,” Devlin said soothingly. “The Prescott Brothers have this whole house wired. There are cameras in this room, and a security system that will alert us if anyone gets within fifty feet of this house. All the windows are bullet proof, and besides, Skylar has the best security detail in the world…Mom is sleeping next door to her. Trust me, no one is getting past mom.”

  Lisset chuckled. “She can be vicious when she wants.”

  “Here,” Devlin said reaching for Skylar. “Let me hold my daughter. You and Damien go. I’ll make sure Skylar gets tucked in.”

  Damien said nothing as Lisset released her hold on Sky, trusting Devlin with everything she held dear. Damien wished he could ease her tension and pain, but only time could do that. Instead, he simply took her hand and guided her out of the room towards the master bedroom.

  Lisset knew that what Damien and Devlin said was true and she appreciated their kind words, but she messed up. She didn’t like the idea of leaving her daughter alone tonight, but then again, there were quite a few people staying in the house. Mrs. Fratteli was still a little pissed at Devlin, but having a house full of hungry men, put her in a good mood. Now, she had more people to cook for.

  As for Skylar, she was in hog’s heaven. Her daughter had plenty of people to claim the attention of and she did. Lisset couldn’t remember the last time Skylar was so talkative.

  Sasha seemed to be dealing with the news that she was married and a mother, relatively well. Though, Lisset was almost positive he wasn’t happy that she was married to Devlin or Damien, he did spend quite a bit of time with Skylar. Lisset also got to meet Violet, Sasha’s new wife. She seemed sweet and Lisset took an instant liking to her.

  There was a lot of new people that Lisset was introduce too, like the Prescott Brothers, who did all the security surveillance for the new house. They didn’t talk much and that was okay with her. As long as Sasha vouched for them, along with Damien, they were good people in her book. She was worried about the town sheriff though.

  Garret Riley didn’t like the idea of more of the family showing up, but Mrs. Fratteli assured her that everything was going to be okay and not to worry. But that was near impossible, because Lisset was worried. Skylar’s biological father had a picture of what she looked like. There was actual proof, that he fathered her and if he wanted her, Lisset knew he wouldn’t stop until he acquired her.

  So much was changing, too quickly, Lisset worried that she wouldn’t have enough time to think everything through. It was bad enough she had a new house to memorize, but the danger to her daughter was more than she could handle.

  “Stop thinking about the worst. Nothing is going to happen tonight. Sky is safe,” Damien said. “This is the master bedroom. There is a large bed in the middle of the room against the far wall. A fireplace is on your left and the master bathroom is on your right. There are two nightstands on either side of the bed and two dressers on the door wall.”

  “Where are my clothes?” she asked trying to imagine the sheer size of the room.

  “Well,” Damien chuckled. “It’s hard to explain. Let me show you.” Taking her elbow, Damien turned right and entered the bathroom. As he described the room, she imagined it to be massive. She never heard of a bathroom the same size of the bedroom before. “The bathroom is almost as big as the bedroom. There is a large soaking tub in the corner and a shower that can fit all three of us nicely. There is a double vanity with lots of cabinet space. But this is what I wanted you to see. When you walk into the bathroom, take one step and turn right. You will enter the master dressing room. Lisset it’s huge. I honestly think it’s too big. You’re going to need to go shopping to fill this thing up.”

  “What color is it?” She asked.

  “It’s a soft greenish blue color. The trim is white, along with all the shelving. The hardwood floor is light, almost the color of sand.”

  “And there is a white chaise sitting on a white fur rug,” she whispered.

  “Yes, how did you know?”

  “It’s what my closet looked like before I lost my sight. My brother was the only one who ever saw my closet. He did this for me, so I would feel safe.”

  “He loves you, you know.”

  “I know,” Lisset replied. “I wish I could see him again.”

  “He hasn’t changed. He still has that same angry face as always.”

  “I thought he looked debonair.”

  “He’s a pain in the ass and you know it. Being his brother in law is going to be torture.”

  “True, but you get to keep me,” she smiled.

  “Exactly,” Damien said pinning her against the wall and kissing her with so much passion her chest hu
rt. His hands were everywhere, grasping and stroking, finally settling under her skirt to tug at the waistband of her panties. He bent and quickly slipped them down her thighs, making her lose her balance and fall against him. He stripped them off and straightened but didn’t push her against the door again to fuck her like she thought he would. Instead, he steadied her and kissed her once more.

  “I missed you baby,” he said maneuvering her out of the room. When her feet touched the soft carpet of the Master Suite, she knew she was back in the bedroom. The room was warmer than she remembered, then the soft crackling of a fire told her that she and Damien were not alone. Damien led her further into the room, his fingers gripping her hand tightly. The next thing she knew she was pulled into his lap. She landed with her legs over the arm of the chair, her feet dangling above the floor. They kissed for a few minutes, softly and wetly, and she wondered if Devlin was watching, surprised to find how much she hoped it was true.

  Damien’s hand moved to her knee and pushed it down so one of her legs fell atop his, her thighs parting. He drew her skirt up and slipped his hand right over her shaved pussy. Lisset gasped against his mouth and for a second was lost in the kiss and light touch of his fingers on her skin before she remembered Devlin. Was he watching?

  She turned, drawing her mouth from Damien’s and shivered as she imagined Devlin watching her, his gaze locked on her open thighs and the movement of his brother’s fingers. She wondered how much he could see. Did Damien’s hand block his view or was he watching his brother’s finger slip between her swollen labia?

  Lisset sighed with pleasure at the touch and the thought that he was watching. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she heard Devlin groan. She sighed again, thrilled far more than she had expected to be.

  “Dayum baby, you’re so wet,” Damien growled into her ear, his voice low enough Lisset was sure Devlin couldn’t hear it over the crackling fire. He slid his finger along the length of her slit, picking up the wetness and spreading it over her skin. “So, fucking wet.”

  He kissed her neck and slid his finger deep inside her without as so much as a cursory circle at the entrance. She groaned and squirmed against him.

  “You know something?” Damien hissed. “Big brother can’t take his eyes off you.”

  Lisset groaned again as Damien moved his finger slowly, drawing it out and pressing it in again, his breath hot on her ear.

  “You’re so wet, Lisset. You’re so hot for us—aren’t you? You’ve been thinking about getting fucked by both of us for a while. I know you have. I know you want us both to touch you like this, like I’m touching you right now.”

  Damien drew his finger out and entered her again, pressing two fingers together and filling her fast. She groaned and arched her back.

  “Do you want us both, baby?” Damien’s breath was a little faster than it had been a moment before. “Do you want us both to fuck you?”

  Lisset squirmed and, to her complete surprise, moaned out, “Yes, dear God yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  Devlin turned his head around so quickly he thought he gave himself whiplash. His eyes immediately landed between her legs where Damien was slowly, methodically, and with great restraint filling her again. When he lifted his eyes to hers, the sheer desire shone within them drilled right to his center, penetrating him with a spiraling heat.

  After the last time he spent with her, he was positive she wanted nothing to do with him again. He guessed wrong.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned. He heard Damien gasp. Damien pulled his hand away from her moist cunt and pushed her up off his lap and over the arm of the chair where she caught herself, teetering unsteadily for a second before she caught her balance and looked up.

  Devlin walked towards her, moving slowly through a fog of arousal, and staring at her beautiful body and stunning face. She was exquisite, one of a kind and all his.

  “Get naked,” he ordered as he lifted his own shirt up and over his head. The stereo played in the background as Damien stood next to him, on either side of her. Together they both watches as Lisset let her shirt fall to the floor and in a few seconds was directly in front of Devlin whose eyes were glued to the sight of her bare breasts. The air from the fan cooled her sweaty skin as a shiver ran over her. She was excited and Devlin was too. Delicious thoughts of what he wanted to do to her ran wildly through his mind. The look on Lisset’s face emboldened his—her expression of lust and confusion. He could feel how much power he had at that moment, her full attention on him.

  He wouldn’t have been surprised to hear the crack of discharged electricity when his knee touched hers. He felt the thrill all the way through him. He felt as dazed as she looked, his head filled with a sudden and overwhelming desire to touch her, to make her want him forever.

  Devlin slid his knee against hers and reached out to steady himself, hands on her hot shoulders, as he allowed her to climb onto his lap. Her skirt hid the view of her promise land, but he could feel her wet pussy against his cock as she straddled him. The thought of how close to her cunt it would be once she settled into his lap made his head swim.

  Lisset’s mouth hung open slightly, amazement showing on her face. “What...”

  It wasn’t a protest, just a declaration of disbelief, and he silenced it with his mouth, pressing his open lips to hers and kissing her the way Lisset kissed him—deeply and with unrestrained desire. She reacted after a second, and she returned the advance made his lust surge. He kissed her harder, more passionately.

  Lisset made a strange noise against his mouth and he realized she was trying to talk and kiss him at the same time. He drew back and the sight of her face made his stomach tighten excitedly; it had been a good kiss, she’d thought so too.

  “Fuck me,” she said, eloquent as ever.

  Devlin looked at Damien not surprised to see that his brother was just watching—not stroking himself, though from the look on his face and the bulge in his pants, Devlin knew he was enjoying this.

  Damien shook his head, grinning. “What? Watching you two is fucking hot.”

  Devlin looked at Lisset, who was still sitting on his lap. He leaned close to her ear, making sure his lips touched her skin, and whispered, “I want you, Lisset.”

  She tensed, holding still, as he ran his hands over her shoulders, shifting his legs slightly, so she could settle down into his lap more, her open pussy now making contact with the rough fabric of his jeans and the hardness beneath.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said, looking him in the eyes. Though Dev knew she couldn’t really see him, just staring into her beautiful eyes, made him feel as if she could look directly into his soul. He loved her. He may not be the most eloquent man on the planet, but he knew what he felt. He would do anything to make her happy and to keep the look of love on her face. When Lisset exhaled suddenly, Devlin felt the heat of her breath against his mouth and the tension shift through her whole body. He kissed her again and felt the heat of her hands as she laid them gently on his stomach.

  Devlin shifted until his torso was level with her head. He watched her face as he moved closer, and when she moaned as he took her nipple to his mouth. Her moan turned to a gasp as he closed the gap between, pressing his open mouth to her breast. She was so damn responsive, so amazing to watch in the throes of passion. This was what she needed to feel all the time. No pain, no worry, just exquisite love. He wanted that for her.

  He was systematically driving her insane. Lisset was lost within his touch. He was doing it again, heightening her body to the point of no return. Lisset ran her hands over his head, threading her fingers through his short soft hair, thoroughly messing it up as he very carefully, almost hesitantly, explored the surface of her breast with his tongue. She turned, bringing her other breast as he gave it the same careful treatment.

  Damien had never been this gentle or slow, not that she had ever minded his lusty need—she just hadn’t known moving so slowly could be such a turn-on. But she was definit
ely turned on. Devlin’s hands moved up to grasp her breasts, and for a few more minutes he moved from one to the other, his tongue tracing slowly all around and over her nipples before he sucked them, one after the other, applying more pressure until he had her breathing fast.

  When he drew back, she relaxed back onto his lap.

  “Baby brother is loving this Lisset,” Devlin said. “He’s rubbing himself hard.”

  “Oh baby, you’re so fucking hot,” Damien said. “Don’t stop.”

  Lisset returned her hands to Devlin’s face and gave him a long, soft kiss, pressing her tongue against his lower lip until he opened his mouth. She searched for his tongue, found it, and kissed him with increased intensity as she slowly slid from his lap.

  Running her hands down Devlin’s chest again, she drew back letting their mouths part with a wet sound and reached for the button at the waistband of his jeans. He made a gurgling sound of desire deep in his throat. Lisset couldn’t help smiling at that.

  She knew what he wanted to hear, what all men wanted to hear, and she bent toward him, and said in a soft voice once her fingers reached the button and began to undo it, “I want to suck your cock.”

  She adjusted her posture slightly to get access to the zipper and waited until he said something. When seconds ticked by, she added, “I want to suck you, Devlin. I want to feel your cock sliding into my mouth. I want my lips wrapped around your hard shaft. I want to feel it go deep.” She was laying it on, thrilled by his silence and disbelief, and thinking with some delight that Damien would soon be coming in his pants if she kept it up. “All the way in—deep.”

  She moved one foot to the floor, drew her other knee from the chair and stepped between his legs, bending at the waist to lower the zipper all the way. She reached for the waistband as she slowly sank to her knees, and with great care—one hand lowering the fabric, the other slipping into the gap—drew his cock out.

  His cock was beautiful. Long and smooth, with a subtle curve at the middle, so that when she drew it all the way out and held it erect in her hand, it seemed to lean toward her, as if searching for her mouth.

 

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