The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 4: Double Infiltration (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “What happened?”

  She couldn’t tell them that she witnessed Danny’s murder. That she was forced to watch as Robert tortured him and Pierce smiled in cold amusement. She couldn’t make them understand how scared they made her, or how thoroughly Pierce had beat her until she was unconscious. She had to live with the fact that she had done nothing to help stop them except cry and plead for mercy on Danny. She should have fought with her hands, her fists. She should have given her life for him. She didn’t know whom she was more terrified of, Robert or Pierce.

  “What happened?” Richie repeated Carl’s question.

  “He freaked out. Not on me but on Robert and the fact that he was supposed to be protecting me. My stepfather yelled at the top of his lungs that I was his. I was part of the deal in marrying my aunt for financial support and to ensure that my aunt lived a good life and he could have a beautiful, young virgin.”

  “The other women, are any of them women you knew or would recognize?” BJ asked, and she turned her head toward him, suddenly realizing that BJ, Monte, Richie, Susanna, Alexa, Paula, and Ava stood around the room listening. Sally and Elise were in the doorway.

  “They’re all dead. Just like Danny.”

  * * * *

  Richie, Carl, BJ, and Monte stood outside of Susanna’s office. They were all uneasy. BJ spoke his mind. “This is a complicated situation. It’s obvious that Juliet is scared to death of these two men.”

  “Rightfully so. She’s not telling us everything,” Monte added.

  “How can she when she’s so scared? I couldn’t even imagine how she dealt with that monster wanting her in such a way. You saw the video. That asshole Robert controlled her instantly. There was no fighting him. She immediately obeyed,” Carl stated, and Richie let out an exasperated sigh as he paced the small hallway.

  “I’ll kill the fucking guy. If that’s what it takes, I’ll fucking kill them both,” Richie said.

  “Calm down. Remember I’m the goddamn sheriff, will ya? There’s no doubt that these two assholes need to go down. I am right there with you two and totally understand your anger, your concern, and the out-of-control feeling you have. Monte and I experienced the same thing not too long ago. You were there for us, and we’re here for you now. The first thing we need to take care of is security.”

  “I got that covered along with Carl,” Monte replied.

  “Yes, each of the women will have bodyguards. I’ve called in a few of our Warrior friends to assist,” BJ said. The Delite Warriors were mostly made up of ex-military types. They all rode motorcycles and participated in fundraisers and community events.

  “You have men at your place right now. They’re securing the house. I’ve got men at the women’s place. Tommy and Vic Ollsen will cover Elise, Sally, and Ava along with Mason’s brother, Steven. The rest of us will take care of our women. I suggest that while you two are caring for Juliet, you get what information you can from her. Monte needs the guy Pierce’s full name,” BJ stated.

  “No. You can’t start snooping around. He’ll know I’m alive. He’ll come for me.” Juliet raised her voice as she stood in the doorway. Carl went to her immediately.

  “We need to know. Monte will be careful. He knows what he’s doing. You have to trust us now, Juliet.”

  BJ asked, “Honey, what is his name, and what’s your full name?”

  She waited a moment as she stared at all of them.

  “His name is Pierce Mellbrook. The…Pierce Mellbrook of Mellbrook Enterprises.”

  “Holy shit,” Susanna stated from behind Juliet. BJ knew the name and the company. The guy was a billionaire and also known to be into some crazy stuff. It was just that no law enforcement organization could ever prove it.

  Carl placed his hand against her cheek.

  “And your full name. baby?” he asked her.

  “Juliana Juliet Saville.”

  “JJ Saville sounds sexy,” Paula chimed in as she squeezed Juliet’s shoulder. Juliet shook her head and gave a small smile.

  “Okay, ladies. Your escorts await you downstairs. We’ll meet at a secure location tomorrow at eleven so we can discuss the plan of action,” BJ stated.

  “What do you mean everyone meet and plan? I won’t put any of you in danger. I won’t do that.”

  BJ reached toward her face and cupped her chin so she would look up toward him. “We’re a family now, Juliet. We stick together.”

  Chapter 8

  Juliet had fought against Carl and Richie. She really didn’t want them to be placed in danger. There was no telling to what extent Robert would go to get her. She explained to Susanna about the lie she had told about Susanna and BJ owning Dixie Chix. It was for their protection. If Robert found out about the other women, he might seek them out, use them to get to Juliet, or possibly hurt them. The men took her seriously, and she was glad that they all had protection.

  BJ dropped off clothes for her at Carl and Richie’s house. It was a beautiful custom-built home with a small ranch. She really didn’t look it over as much as she would have liked to under different circumstances. She was exhausted as she immediately sat down on the corner of the large, extra-wide couch in the living room.

  “I’ll put your things in the bedroom,” Carl stated, taking the bag Susanna had packed for her.

  “I can sleep out here on the couch. It’s really soft.” She began to slide farther onto it.

  “You’ll be in our bedroom and in our bed, between us.” Richie reached for her to take his hand.

  She swallowed hard. Richie had said very little to her. Most of the discussions and questions came from Carl. Carl seemed more patient, compassionate, and understanding. Richie was possessive, short fused, and tough as nails.

  She held his powerful gaze as she took his hand.

  He pulled her up off the couch and instantly swept her off her feet and into his arms.

  Behind them, Carl turned off the lights, just leaving a small lamp glowing in the living room. They made their way to the staircase and straight to one of their bedrooms.

  Carl turned on the lamp by the bedside table, illuminating a king-sized bed loaded with pillows and a thick brown comforter. Despite the butterflies in her belly, the sight of the fluffy bed made her think about sleeping. She was tired as she laid her head on Richie’s shoulder.

  He slowly set her down on the bed.

  He lowered to one knee and began to remove her boots.

  “I can do that,” she whispered in a voice that sounded seductive and sexy.

  He kept a large palm over her knee as he held her gaze and continued to pull off the boot.

  “Let me.”

  She sensed movement behind her and turned to see Carl undressing. Her heart hammered in her chest.

  “I don’t think we should do this,” she began to say as Richie gently pushed her blouse off of her shoulders. Her breasts felt full and aroused, and damn it, her nipples were hard. She was so worried about them and about being intimate with Richie and Carl. Robert and Pierce would kill them. Carl sat beside her in just his boxers. He pushed her hair off her shoulders and leaned closer.

  “Don’t be scared. We want to hold you and be close to you.”

  He continued to kiss her neck then moved along to her lips. She felt Richie’s hands move up her skirt, and she pulled from Carl’s lips and grabbed Richie’s hands.

  “Stop please.” She felt dirty from Robert’s touch. She wouldn’t dare tell Richie and Carl that her inner thighs felt sore from her attempt to keep them closed while Robert had pushed his hands harder, forcing her legs apart.

  The tears stung her eyes. She wondered how she even had any tears left.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” Carl asked her as he sat back.

  Richie grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up.

  It was as if he understood why she didn’t want them to touch her.

  “We’ll take that pain away, baby. The feel of our hands will replace his.”

  She threw herself
against him and hugged Richie tight. They were so amazing, and she needed them so badly something ached deep inside of her.

  * * * *

  Richie knew the fucker had hurt her. Son of a bitch, he was seeing red right now, and he needed every ounce of strength to not lose it. Juliet needed them. She needed reassurance, compassion, and love, and damn it, he would give her just that. Never in his thirty years of life had he felt so compelled to possess something, never mind someone. Those were the exact feelings he felt deep within him as he carried a shaking, beautiful, delicate woman to the shower.

  Carl got the water ready as Richie lowered Juliet’s feet to the ground. He slowly caressed her arms then cupped her face as she held her palms against his hands. Her eyes were glossy and red from crying so much. It killed him to see her in such pain. He wanted to take all of that away and heal her and protect her. She was going to learn to trust him and Carl. She was going to let them protect her the best way they knew how. He didn’t care if it was extreme or overkill. He wasn’t taking any unnecessary chances with his woman.

  “Hush now, sweetheart. You let Carl and I help you to relax. We’ll take a nice, hot shower then snuggle in bed. You’re our woman, Juliet, and we take care of what belongs to us.” He leaned down and brushed his lips softly over hers. He felt her tiny, delicate fingers press tighter against his hands and her body tense only a moment as Carl pressed his hands to her hips. Richie continued to love her mouth, her lips, and her tongue while Carl helped her out of the skirt she wore. When Richie released her lips and stared down into her precious face, his heart hammered in his chest. His cock begged for release from his jeans. He stepped back and lifted her camisole up and over her head before tossing it to Carl.

  He looked her over.

  “God almighty, woman, you are gorgeous.” She swallowed hard as Carl placed his hands on her hips from behind her. Richie took his eyes off her for one moment to lift up his shirt and remove it. He quickly undid his pants and stepped out of them. She looked him over as Carl kissed her neck, and she reached up to hold Carl’s face closer to her skin.

  “Nice and easy, baby. Nothing but your two men loving you,” Carl whispered then pressed his fingers under the small strap of her thong panties and pushed them down.

  Richie stared at her belly ring. He ran his thumb over the body jewelry then smiled down at her. She was a tiny little thing. Like some pixie doll with long, flowing red hair, plump red lips, huge blue eyes, and a glow that told him he would never be the same once he was ultimately submerged in her.

  He took her hand and led her to the shower.

  Juliet hesitated a moment as she looked up into his eyes. He cupped her cheek. “We’ll take care of you.”

  * * * *

  Carl watched as she leaned back and let the water spray over her. Her eyes were closed. Her firm, large breasts pushed forward as she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair. He reached for the soap, and Richie reached for the shampoo. Together they bathed her. Carl paid extra attention to her breasts then her belly as Richie helped to rinse the shampoo and then conditioner from her hair. Carl heard her soft purr, and when he glanced up, he saw Richie massaging her scalp and kissing her neck. He glided soapy fingers from her calves up to the V between her thighs. He paused the moment he saw the red marks. They looked like finger marks, and his gut clenched.

  He took a deep breath and moved upward, caressing gently over her skin. When her hand came down over his, he stared up at her. Richie wrapped his arm around her waist as he finished washing the conditioner from her hair.

  “Feel me, baby. Feel my fingers, my hands touching you.”

  She swallowed hard. He saw the movement in her throat, her blue eyes wide with reservations. That fucking bastard did this to her. Robert Sinclair was a dead man.

  He eased his fingers upward, and as he touched her pussy, he felt her legs begin to shake.

  Gently, he began to lift her foot up to rest on his bent thigh when Richie cupped her breasts, pulling her back against his chest so Carl could gain better access to her. “Easy, baby. I love hearing you purr.”

  Carl eased a finger up into her as he continued to caress her inner thigh.

  “So pretty and pink, and yeah, wet for us, aren’t you, Juliet?”

  “Oh, oh please, Carl, I need.”

  “We know what you need, darling. We’ve got you now,” Richie stated.

  Carl leaned forward and licked across her folds as he pumped his finger a little faster. He was feasting on her as the water flowed over his head. He closed his eyes, and licked and sucked at her flesh. Her taste was all consuming. She wiggled beneath his ministrations then gripped his head, pressing it harder to her body as she screamed her release.

  He continued to lick her and pressed a second finger to her pussy while Richie pinched and pulled on her breasts.

  Carl was looking up at her, his goddess, when their gazes locked, her lips parted, and she smiled.

  His heart soared, and his cock stirred with need.

  “I want you now.”

  In one fluid motion he stood up, lifted her, and impaled her on his cock.

  She moaned, and gripped his shoulders as he latched his mouth on to her breast. It was level with his face. In and out he pumped his hips, pressed her against the wall, and pounded into her. She grabbed at his skin, the water cascaded over them, and she thrust right back at him. He felt her lips, teeth, and tongue against his skin.

  “So fucking tight, baby, you feel so good.”

  “More, Carl, harder. I need it.”

  He gave her what she wanted. He thrust his hips and grabbed hold of her ass, parting her cheeks as he pressed her body harder against the tiled wall. Her legs locked around his hips. She held him tight, and he felt her muscles gripping him. The small quakes and vibrations around his oversensitive cock sent him flying out of control.

  “Fuck, I’m coming!” He raised his voice and she screamed her release as he pumped two more times then exploded inside of her.

  He hugged her to him, and she hugged him back, kissing his neck, his face, and then his mouth. They calmed their breathing until he saw her look to the side of them. Carl turned that way, and there stood Richie, holding a towel and staring at their woman with very hungry eyes.

  * * * *

  Richie held the towel as Juliet walked into his arms. He wrapped her in the fluffy fabric and lifted her up to carry her out of the bathroom.

  “Okay?” he asked her, and she smiled then reached up to press her dainty fingers against his cheek.

  “Make love to me, Richie,” she whispered.

  He smiled down at her, wanting, needing to be inside of her so badly he ached.

  “That’s my plan, sweetness.” He leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth. He had all intentions of drying her body, then her hair, but that flew out of the window as she plunged her tongue between his lips and began to feast on his mouth. The towels were gone. Their naked bodies locked together as he lowered her to the bed.

  She moaned against his mouth as her back hit the comforter. He pulled his mouth from hers and licked along her neck, her shoulder, then down to her plump breasts.

  “So sexy and beautiful. You’re gorgeous, Juliet. So fucking gorgeous,” he stated, hearing his own voice shake with need and the sincerity of his words. He adored her already. He would never let her go, and the realization struck him hard. He rested his cheek against her breasts and breathed in her scent, the softness of her skin, and the feminine, petite feel of her beneath his large body. Her fingers moved through his crew-cut hair, down his neck to his shoulders, and he felt her thrust her hips upward.

  “Richie, please,” she begged of him. He licked her skin then lifted up to make a pathway down her belly. In a daze, he tasted every inch of her, feasted on her belly button, and used his tongue to tickle her skin as he played with her body jewelry.

  She moaned and lifted her thighs higher, parting her pussy for him to feast upon.

  He sta
red it at and at the red marks that he prayed would be gone by morning. The fucking piece of crap was a dead man.

  He inhaled, calmed his breathing, and focused on his woman. Tomorrow was a different story.

  He used his fingers to part her pussy lips, and she moaned as she slid back and forth ever so slightly. She was wet, her pussy glistened with her cream, and he needed to taste her.

  He pressed a finger up into her pussy as he used his shoulders to open her thighs wider. She was tiny, and he wanted to encase her in his masculinity and destroy all her fears.

  Swiping his tongue along her pussy lips, he removed his finger and delved into her femininity. With every stroke and plunge of his tongue he felt the tiny quakes and pushed her until she was shaking, pleading, wiggling under his ministrations. “Richie!” She screamed his name and grabbed hold of his shoulders. He rose up and watched her expression. It destroyed his ability to go slowly.

  “For crying out loud, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” He aligned his cock with her wet folds and plunged forward to the hilt.

  He held her hips, eyes closed, everything tightened.

  I’m in heaven.