She locked gazes with Jenks as he released the bad guy, who was now handcuffed and looking a bit beaten up.
“Are you okay, C.C.? Oh God, baby, I heard you screaming. Jesus, look at you. What the fuck did he do to you?”
He caressed her arms and leaned over her to kiss her cheek. She inhaled his cologne and sighed as she continued to cry.
“Let me get you untied. Guys, help me get these undone.”
Rusty pulled out a knife and began to cut the rope on one side. Rusty slowly brought her arm down, and she cringed in pain.
She gasped as Jenks kissed her inner arm softly then reached up to undo the ties to her wrist.
“She’s bleeding, so be careful,” he told the other firefighters.
They were all men she knew. Men she served drinks to at The Station. She felt so relieved, and Jenks covered her body as the police and other men took the killer out of the room.
“He can’t hurt you anymore, C.C. He’s handcuffed, and Chris has a shitload of evidence on him to prove he killed your brother and the others.” He kept caressing her skin.
“Oh God,” she cried, shaking as they slowly cut off the ropes on her ankles. She could hardly move her legs.
“Mercury and his crew are downstairs. They’ll look you over and get you to the hospital. We’ll get you out of here, C.C.,” Jenks whispered.
She lifted up, wanting to hug him, and grabbed onto his turnout coat. He held her close.
“Shit, she’s bleeding from the back of her head,” Rusty said, and she felt his hand on her shoulder then moving her hair.
“What is it from?”
“Concussion,” she whispered, her eyes losing focus, her head pounding, and then the nausea got worse.
“There’s a big lump. He must of hit her with something,” “Rusty said as he caressed her hair.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, your man Mercury is right downstairs. He’ll take care of you,” Rusty told her as Jenks lowered her carefully back down to the bed.
Jenks immediately pulled her bra straps back up best he could. He looked angry, but all she wanted to do was close her eyes. All the energy was leaving her body.
“Here, use this to cover her up,” Rusty told him, and Jenks nodded and went to cover her body.
Jenks placed his hand over her belly. “I’m going to carry you out of here, okay, baby?”
She nodded and let him lift her up. Everything hurt, especially her head and jaw. She felt her lip was swollen, too. The room was spinning as she kept her face against his chest, smelling the aroma of smoke and fire embedded in his turnout coat, probably from all the fires he had seen and entered in his career. She felt proud to be his woman, which made her think of the others and how badly she needed to see them. She’d thought she never would again when that madman had taken her.
As he carried her from the room, passing Jake and the detectives on the way, C.C. saw Chris.
“Oh god, sweetie, are you okay?” he asked and leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“You better make sure that asshole never gets out of jail,” Jenks barked at him.
Jenks walked away, carrying C.C. down the stairs. Obviously, he didn’t like Chris.
As soon as they got outside, Mercury was there, along with Frank and Kyle.
“Is she okay? Get her onto the gurney. I’ll check her out in the ambulance.” Mercury ordered, and Jenks lifted her onto the gurney in the back of the ambulance. The others gathered around her.
“Shit, baby, what did he do to you?” Mercury asked, taking her hand into his and looking at her damaged wrists.
Johnny Landers was the paramedic on duty, and he took her other hand and began to wrap her wrists.
“She was tied to the bed. He cut her too,” Jenks said, as he looked to Johnny and then Mercury, shaking his head and exhaling, sounding so angry. She wondered if he’d heard what the man was saying to her as he cut her.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s all over. He can’t hurt me now. He’s going to jail for killing my brother, Lionel, and Parker, plus Detective Plank.”
“Is she going to be okay, Mercury?” Frank asked from the back of the ambulance where he stood by the door with Kyle.
She locked gazes with him. “Fine,” she whispered, but the pounding in her head increased, and she felt herself losing consciousness.
“C.C? C.C.?” Mercury called her name, and then she couldn’t see or hear a thing.
* * * *
Frank was pacing the waiting room at the hospital. It had been hours since they’d arrived. He knew the moment she passed out, by the expression in Mercury’s eyes, that the nightmare wasn’t over. C.C. had sustained an injury to her brain from the blow to the back of her head. The tests showed internal bleeding, and the doctors were deciding on whether they needed to go in to stop it or not. They’d sedated her, hoping as she slept that the brain would heal and the bleeding would stop on its own. That had been yesterday morning.
The whole waiting room continuously filled with people. All individuals she’d made friends with, and probably didn’t even know it, since she’d arrived in Treasure Town months ago. Even Detective Chris Factor was there, along with C.C.’s sister, niece, nephew, and mother. That had been a hell of a way to meet her family for the first time. But it actually hadn’t been too shocking for them. Apparently they knew a friend of C.C.’s from the neighborhood who had moved to Texas to be in a ménage relationship.
Just then Mercury came into the waiting room.
“Frank, you can go in to see her now,” he told him.
They were going into the room one at a time. He had let her mother, her sister, and even his brothers go in first. He just wasn’t ready to face what C.C. looked like and consider the possibility she could die. He felt the tears fill his eyes, nodded, and headed toward the doorway. Mercury touched his shoulder and held his gaze.
“The bruising and swelling on her jaw, lips, and cheek are looking worse, so prepare yourself.”
Fuck.
He nodded and then headed down the hallway to the room. He saw a nurse come out, and a doctor was standing by the window that looked into her room. He nodded, and then the doctor gave a small smile.
Frank walked into the room and immediately felt his chest tighten. She looked terrible. Mercury hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the bruising was worse.
“My God, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry we didn’t get to you quicker. That we took having you in our lives for granted. Jesus, C.C., wake up please and be fine.” He lowered to the chair beside her bed and took her hand into his. He leaned over and kissed her good cheek then laid his head on her shoulder and chest. He thought about when he was serving in the Marines and about the casualties he saw and then the horror of losing such young, good soldiers.
“I can’t lose you, C.C. My brothers and I are whole again because of you, baby. Please, C.C., pull through this fine. Please,” he begged. He swallowed hard. It had been ages since he’d cried. But he felt the stray tear escape his eye. He quickly wiped at it and cleared his throat. He got serious and firm.
“C.C., if you can hear me, you better pull through. You better be as perfect as ever and healed completely, you got it? We’ve got so much to do together. So much life to live. I love you, baby.” He stayed there with her for as long as he was allowed, and then the nurse let him know it was time to leave.
* * * *
A few days had passed, and their parents came to see C.C., and her mom and sister stayed for hours. Her niece, Lola, and nephew, Bobby, took a liking to Jenks and Mercury. Those two played some games with them in the waiting room, and they talked about their aunt and how silly she was and how she even played hide and seek with them, and snuck them ice cream when they weren’t supposed to have dessert.
Kyle listened to it all and would glance at his brothers, who listened too, and they probably felt like he did. That they were the luckiest men around to have met and fallen in love with C.C.
It was an intense hour, as the doctors had scheduled o
ne more test to see if the bleeding in C.C.’s head had stopped or whether they would need to go in for surgery. The risks were high, and many things could go wrong. Mercury gave them the truth of the situation, and none of them could deal with it calmly. They talked for hours and went over all the possibilities. They even decided that, no matter what the outcome, they wouldn’t leave her side and that they wanted C.C. forever in their lives.
Kyle looked around the room. His parents were there, C.C.’s mom, sister, and her kids, Burt and Jerome, Jake, Brandon, Rusty, Vetter, and a few other people from town who knew C.C. from the Station.
When the door to the private waiting room opened and he saw the doctor, his heart felt as though it had stopped.
Then the doctor smiled. “Good news. No surgery needed. The bleeding stopped and is slowly dissipating. All pre-testing shows no signs of permanent damage.”
The feeling of relief that filled his heart and soul seemed to echo around the room.
“Thank God!” Louise exclaimed and hugged Frank.
“Yes, my baby is going to okay,” C.C.’s mother said and hugged Clare and the kids.
“When can we see her?” Frank asked.
The doctor smiled. “She woke up a short time ago. Let’s take it slow still, just a few of you at a time.”
“Yes, sir,” Frank replied.
Kyle looked at everyone and smiled. “Thanks for being here for her, for us.”
They nodded and smiled, everyone looking happy because C.C. had pulled through.
Epilogue
C.C. gasped and felt that panicked sensation as though she was suffocating, trapped and unable to move her arms. Then she felt the strong embrace, the kisses against her skin on her neck, her back, her shoulders. She heard their voices, and instantly the sounds calmed her. She was safe. She wasn’t in the fire or tied to the bed with Sherman Spencer on top of her. She was home. Safe in her lovers’ arms, where she’d been for weeks now.
“Easy, C.C. You’re safe. We’ve got you, baby,” Jenks whispered, kissing her lips, her cheek, and her eyes. She blinked them open as she sighed, trying to calm her breathing. This was a normal occurrence and had been for weeks. But at least the headaches were subsiding, and she was safe with her men.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he said.
“As do I,” Kyle said from behind her, and she chuckled as his hand moved over her belly.
“How do you feel after that nap?” Jenks asked her.
She rolled to her back and stretched out. “Better.”
“Are you still up for our surprise?” Kyle asked as he kissed her inner arm. It tickled, and she giggled.
“Yes.”
“Good, then let’s get you ready,” Jenks told her as he eased off the bed and reached out a hand to help her up.
An hour later, they were driving in Frank’s truck, a cooler and some baskets packed with food and drinks. They drove along a private road that led to a house on the beach. As they parked and then began to carry everything onto the beach, she took in the sight of the ocean. It was gorgeous, and the beach private went on for what seemed like miles. The men set everything up, including a large umbrella and thick, wide blanket that they all could lie on.
She pulled off her cover up as they took off their shirts, and Mercury took her hand.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded, smiled, and hugged his arm. “I love it. It’s so beautiful and private.
“Good, because this is where we’re going to take walks on the beach and make love to you under the sun.” He kissed her cheek.
“And under the moonlight and stars,” Frank added, coming up behind her and kissing her shoulder.
She didn’t know what they meant, and then it hit her that they were going to make her fantasy come true. She’d mentioned asking them if they’d ever made love on the beach after going for a walk along the water, holding hands. And they hadn’t, nor had she, but she wanted that first time, and every time, to be with them.
Mercury, Kyle, Jenks, and Frank all stood around her. Then, as one, they each knelt on one knee and remained looking up into her eyes. She looked to each of them. She gasped.
“We love you, baby,” Frank said. “We want to spend the rest of our lives with you. We want to make love to you every day and every night, take long walks on the beach, and live in paradise with you. You’re more than we ever could have asked for. Marry us?”
“Marry us,” Kyle said.
“Marry us,” Mercury added and winked.
“Say yes,” Jenks said firmly, “because I brought along some fun little items I want to try with my future wife as I make love to you on this blanket and then in our new house.”
“Our new house?” she asked.
Kyle pointed up to the sand dunes where they’d come from and had parked the truck. To the right was a cute little house that looked out over the ocean. This was the place they’d talked about, the house, the private beach. The tears hit her eyes.
“It’s ours?” she asked.
“It sure is, and we’re going to expand it and build it into our dream home for our gorgeous wife,” Frank told her.
“She hasn’t said yes yet, brother,” Mercury teased.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she exclaimed and threw herself into Frank’s arms and kissed him.
They each took turns kissing her and caressing her, and then she felt the strings of her bikini come undone and her bottoms fell to the sand and then her top. She was completely naked.
“Oh God, this is going to take some getting used to.” She tried to look around them, still unsure whether someone could come onto the beach and see.
Jenks pulled her into his arms after he stepped out of his shorts.
“Get used to it because we plan on having you naked all the time.”
He kissed her deeply as he lifted her up, carried her to the blanket, and lay her down. Holding her gaze as the others gathered around her, he gave a wink.
“I love this body. Get ready, C.C. We’re making your fantasy a reality, right now.”
C.C. gasped as they helped part her thighs. Jenks immediately feasted on her pussy while Kyle and Mercury feasted on her breasts and Frank watched over them. This was her family now, her future husbands, her lovers, the men who would make all her dreams come true. They would show her that happiness was in store for her future and that they would make certain of it.
She leaned back and absorbed very sensation, every lick, suck, caress, and arousing action as they set her heart on fire and burned a permanent tattoo in her soul, one that she knew would last forever.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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