“I need you. I feel so safe when one of you is inside of me. I feel no pain, no heartache, only love. Please, Conway, can you just love me, for now?” she asked. He reached up and cupped her cheek and neck as he stared at her.
“I love you already, baby. I’ve never said those words to any woman before. I mean it with you.”
She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him.
* * * *
J.J. Pulled back from kissing Conway and lifted her shirt up and over her head. She felt fingers at the clip to her bra, glanced behind her, and saw Calder.
“Let’s do this right, baby. We need you, too,” Conway stated.
Calder lifted her up as her bra fell from her chest, and Conway stood to undress. She turned around to find Calder, shirt off, pants semiundone, and she reached up to kiss him. She pressed her breasts against his chest and squeezed him to her. Hands were on her waist from behind, unfastening the button on her jeans and pushing the material down her thighs.
She moaned into Calder’s mouth.
“Here, condoms,” Brook stated behind them.
Conway lifted her up backward. She was over his thighs, facing away from him, and he used his thighs to spread her. She felt the cool air hit her pussy and then Calder bent down and pressed a finger to her pussy.
“You’re so fucking sexy. The way you took charge of Conway and attacked him on the bed. I can’t wait to fuck this sweet, wet pussy,” Calder told her and then leaned forward and licked her cunt.
Conway spread his thighs wider, giving Calder full access to her ass and pussy.
She leaned back against him, and he cupped her breasts as his cock pressed against her back.
“You smell so good,” Conway said and kissed her mouth as she turned toward him to catch his lips with hers.
She moaned into his mouth as Calder thrust two fingers in and out of her cunt. When his fingers moved, his mouth replaced them, and then she felt him move the wet digit to her anus.
“Relax that ass, baby, it’s about to be filled with cock,” Calder said and she pulled from Conway’s mouth and screamed her first release.
“That’s it. Come on,” Conway demanded.
In a flash she was lifted up and turned around. She grabbed on to Conway’s thighs and watched as he encased his long thick cock with the latex. He must have gone too slow for Calder because a hand pressed her back down and then Calder thrust his cock into her pussy from behind.
“Fuck!” he yelled out.
She gripped Conway’s thighs and saw the intensity in his eyes.
“I need her,” Conway whispered, as he cupped her cheek and caressed her lower lip with his thumb.
“I was just keeping her pretty little pussy wet and ready for us, bro,” Calder teased and then pulled out of her cunt.
She climbed up onto Conway and took his cock into her swiftly, needing the connection so badly it burned in her gut.
Up and down she eased him deeper, holding on to his shoulders and thrusting downward.
Behind her she knew that Calder was getting her ready for his cock. First came the cool liquid and then his thick, hard fingers.
“Oh God. Oh!” She moaned.
A moment later he was kissing her neck and shoulder.
“I love you. I’ve never told a woman that ever and don’t plan on telling anyone but you.” He nipped her ear and pressed his cock through the tight rings of her ass binding his proclamation.
“I love you, too, Calder. Oh, God, I love all of you,” she stated.
The bed dipped and she felt the hand by her cheek and there was Lincoln. He was naked and holding his cock in his fist and looking ready to explode.
“I need you. I need that hot wet mouth on this cock, right now, woman.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and then gasped as Conway and Calder thrust into her hard. She leaned down lower to adjust to the position to be able to suck on Lincoln.
She opened wide and accepted the thick, hard muscle and began to lick and suck what she could reach.
In and out Calder and Conway continued to thrust into her and make her body tighten like a bow.
She felt Calder’s hands on her hips and him grip her hard before he stroked into her ass four more times very deeply.
“J.J.!” He roared and then shook as he exploded inside of her.
She moaned, losing her hold on Lincoln’s cock as she felt her body begin to come. Conway grabbed her hips and together they moved in sync until he came and she followed.
She was gasping for air when she looked at Lincoln and Brook. She opened her arms.
“I need you both,” she said.
Conway pulled on her nipple making her gasp. She swatted his hand away and he rolled her to her back, and then slowly pulled from her body. He leaned down and kissed her belly. “I’ll be back,” he said and winked. Her heart soared.
Lincoln took position on the side of the bed and she immediately climbed onto him as he adjusted the condom into place. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, as his hands roamed over her ass cheeks and parted them.
“She’s not wet enough,” he stated.
“What?” She gasped and then felt the smack to her ass. She looked back and there was Brook, smiling wide, condom in place and a tube of lube in his hand. He shook it at her. “We know how much a good spanking will turn that pussy all wet and slick for cock.”
“Oh God, take me.” She moaned.
“With pleasure,” Lincoln said and then aligned his cock with her pussy as she lifted up and pulled him in.
She began to ride him slowly, trying to ease that long, thick cock of his into her very tight cunt. It took a few strokes and then another three slaps to her ass and a finger full of lube to her puckered hole to send Lincoln all the way into her. She held still with a cock in her pussy and fingers stroking her ass and she moaned.
“Don’t you come yet. We both need to be inside of you. That’s where we belong,” Brook said and then pressed her back down so she could straddle Lincoln’s chest and spread her thighs wider.
Lincoln thrust upward a few times as Brook pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body, just as her four lovers had taught her. The feel of the mushroom top elicited a moan from deep within her and she craved that sensation of fullness.
“Please, Brook. Please.” She moaned, sliding her hips up and down and slowly backward as she took Lincoln in and out of her cunt, and pulled Brook deeper into her ass. She felt the sensation and knew that Brook was all the way in and she smiled.
“That’s right. Our woman loves two cocks in her at once,” Lincoln stated.
Smack.
“Oh!”
“And a good spanking, too,” Brook said and so it began. Brook and Lincoln worked in sync, thrusting, spanking, and stroking her cunt and ass until she screamed her release and they followed.
“We love you, baby. We’re never gonna let you go,” Brook said and then kissed her shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.
* * * *
Lincoln and Conway stayed in bed with J.J. as she drifted off to sleep. Calder went to check on Reynolds’s status, whispering what had happened to Reynolds once they knew she was deeply sleeping.
Lincoln had just started to drift off, feeling content with J.J. in his arms, and with Conway there too. But then they both felt J.J. shaking and then they heard her moan. She was tossing her head, trying to push from their embrace.
“J.J., wake up. It’s Conway and Lincoln,” Lincoln whispered as Conway tried to brush her hair from her cheeks.
She jerked forward, with her hands on her throat and her eyes wide open. She was gasping for air.
“You’re okay. You’re safe. He doesn’t have you,” Conway told her and Lincoln felt like hitting something. He wanted to take away all her pain.
“Baby, it’s okay. Just breathe,” Lincoln whispered and she looked at both of them and then closed her eyes and lay back down between them.
They both leaned up on an elbow and placed a hand on her belly. They were staring down at her.
“Okay now?” Conway asked, as she opened her eyes, and she smiled.
“Oh, God, that wasn’t too bad. Not too terrible at all.”
“What?” Lincoln asked. He was upset. How bad were these episodes and how often did she have them?
His expression must have indicated his question because she reached up and cupped his cheek. She smiled softly.
“They’re getting better.”
“How so? It didn’t look or sound good at all,” Conway asked in that very demanding tone of his.
She reached up and touched his cheek, too.
“Despite the fear, I felt the two of you here with me. Your voices cleared my mind. I’m sure tonight is going to be hell. I think I’ll need you both next to me, holding me just like this,” she said and then winked.
They shook their heads at her.
“No more secrets. No more pretending that you’re strong enough to handle shit on your own. You’re our woman and we’ll take care of you. Got it?” Conway asked.
“Got it, Chief,” she replied sarcastically and Lincoln chuckled as Conway began tickling J.J.
Her laughter filled the room and his heart grew fonder of the woman instantly.
She reached for his forearm and pulled it around her waist, making Lincoln lean back down. His arm was now under her breasts, across her ribs, and she was tilting her ass back against his cock.
“Now. Let’s try resting a little longer and then take showers.”
“Sounds like an order to me,” Lincoln reprimanded.
She moved his hand over her breast to cup at as she reached her other hand over to pinch Conway’s nipple. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. It’s not an order. It’s a promise for more lovemaking in the shower.”
Lincoln squeezed her breast and then leaned down and kissed her cheek. If only they could stay this happy, and in this peaceful, lighthearted moment forever. But they couldn’t. Danger was too close, and another man may be dead because of the congressman. He squeezed her to him and closed his eyes, hoping they could keep her safe and be happy like this forever.
* * * *
“I have to see him. We’re going. I don’t care how, but I’m going to see Frank. When can we leave?” J.J. asked as Conway, she, and Lincoln joined Brook and Calder in the living room. They’d just told her about Frank, and that he was in critical condition, and that he had been shot.
“Whoa! You’re not going fucking anywhere,” Calder stated firmly.
“Didn’t you hear what we just said? Dooley disappeared. He’s on the run. He’s a fucking wanted man, and he hired someone to kill Frank. That means he could have sent others to kill you,” Lincoln added.
“You don’t know that. You sent all the information to the feds and the people that your friends believe to be trustworthy. They’re already raiding Dooley’s office, confiscating his files, and going over all the evidence. Multiple people have been arrested and will be charged. We can head to Nevada. I can see Frank. I need to see him.” She raised her voice.
“Why? Why the fuck do you need to see your commander? Can’t you just let things fall into place? He wouldn’t want you to come see him with your life still in danger,” Conway said.
“I have to see him. He could die and then what?”
“You could die, J.J.,” Brook added.
“You don’t understand. Frank is the only family, the only friend and connection I have left.”
“Connection to what? The fucking police department, the people who turned on you, what? Who?” Calder asked in frustration.
“To Anthony. Frank is all I have left of Anthony,” she yelled back and then covered her face with her hands and then her mouth. They just stared at her.
“Explain,” Conway stated in his very authoritative manner. She looked at him.
“Frank is Anthony’s uncle. If he dies…”
Brook pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
“Fuck. This just keeps getting more and more complicated,” he whispered.
“Hey, you’re not alone. If something happens to Frank, or if Frank pulls through, either way, you are not alone. You have us now, and we have you,” Conway told her as she pulled back from Brook. She looked at each of them.
“We need to go there. This has to come to an end. All our ducks in a row, all the evidence submitted, my testimony told, and it ends, forever.”
The room was silent and then Conway spoke.
“Looks like we’re heading to Vegas.”
Chapter 10
When they arrived at the hospital, there were agents and officers providing security, and J.J. spotted Janelle. She walked over to her and they embraced.
“Oh, thank God that you’re safe. Frank was so worried,” Janelle stated.
“How is he doing, Janelle?” she asked, knowing that Janelle cared about Frank.
“He’s a tough bastard. He’s hanging in there. Every day looks promising. Why don’t I take you up there to see him?” She placed her arm around her and then Conway stopped them.
“Whoa, where are you going?” he asked.
“I’ll take her up,” Janelle said.
“It’s fine. That’s Frank’s girlfriend, and she’s one of us,” one of the detectives stated.
“Meet me up there,” J.J. told the men and then headed toward the elevator with Janelle. They got in and J.J. saw that Janelle was carrying and was in that stance of hers she always did when she was getting ready for something. She was a good cop, and always in protective mode.
“Those guys are huge. Are you sleeping with any of them?” Janelle asked.
“What?” she asked, kind of surprised by the comment. Janelle pressed the button and the doors closed. As soon as the elevator started to go down instead of up, J.J. had a bad feeling. She stepped forward.
“I thought you said up? We’re heading down,” J.J. said.
“Oh, shoot, I must have hit the wrong button. Once we get down, we’ll just hit the third floor.”
“The third floor? Frank is on the fifth in intensive care,” J.J. questioned.
“Always such the good detective. You’re never wrong are you, J.J.?”
“What?” J.J. asked as Janelle pulled out her weapon and aimed it at her. J.J. gasped.
“What the hell?”
“Sorry, J.J., but I need money. I don’t get paid shit being a cop. Plus you got Anthony. He was supposed to be mine. He liked you from the start and never even noticed me.”
The elevator doors opened and J.J. saw the limo as well as Dexter and Martin standing by it.
“You did this? You fucking sold me out, your friend, your fellow cop, to a bunch of rapist killers?” she yelled.
Janelle shrugged her shoulders. “Payback’s a bitch.
Janelle slammed the gun against J.J.’s temple making her fall to the ground.
Dexter approached. “You and I have some unfinished business.” He started pulling her toward the limo as Martin approached.
“You’re in for it, Jade. When we’re through with you, they won’t even be able to find all the parts.”
“Let go of me,” J.J. screamed despite the pain in her head and the blood dripping into her eye.
“Hey, where’s my money?” Janelle asked.
“Oh, we lied,” Martin said and then lifted a gun and shot Janelle in the head. J.J. gasped as Dexter attempted to get her into the car. She fought him hard, kicking him in the groin and then slugging him in the face. The gun fired again, she felt the pinch against her arm, and cried out.
“Get that bitch in here.”
She realized instantly that she was hit and that the voice she heard coming from the limo was Congressman Dooley. The police were wrong. Sandman was wrong. Dooley wasn’t where they thought. He was right here and he wanted her dead.
J.J. scrambled to run but Martin grabbed her by the hair and squeezed her arm where the blood dripped from
the wound. She cried out and fell to the ground.
“Get her in here. We’re running out of time,” the congressman said as he stepped from the limo.
“Stop fighting it. I always win. You’re not going to live after what you’ve done to me.”
“You did it to yourself. You’re a worthless piece of shit,” she yelled and Martin struck her, making her fall to the ground. Dexter kicked her in the ribs and she swung her legs around fast across the concrete to take out Martin. His gun went flying as the doors to the stairway burst open. Sirens wailed as cars came screeching through.
“Die, bitch! Die for what you’ve done,” the congressman yelled. She rolled and pointed the gun, pulling the trigger twice as the congressman pulled the trigger, too.
The bullets from his gun echoed against the concrete by her head. The congressman fell to the ground, bleeding from his throat and head. He tumbled to the ground as Martin and Dexter jumped toward her. Before they reached her, two large shadows pulled them back and threw them to the ground. Dexter and Martin were handcuffed by Conway and Calder as Brook and Lincoln fell to their knees next to her.
“Holy shit. Are you okay?” Brook asked.
“You’re hurt,” Lincoln stated as he gently moved her arm.
“Just a flesh wound. Is he dead? Did I kill him?” she asked.
Brook nodded his head. “The congressman can never hurt anyone again.”
Chapter 11
J.J. was talking to Grace and Gia Marie at the bar, while the guys stood by their friends keeping a close watch.
“So, a Nevada State Police investigator, huh? You lucky bastards,” Duke teased.
“Hey, maybe they’re not so lucky. J.J. sure can handle herself. It can make a man, or men, feel inferior,” Big Jay stated. They laughed.
“No way. She’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she can kick all your asses, and she knows how to handle a gun. I’d say we’re pretty darn lucky,” Lincoln said and then took a slug of beer.
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