Travis stretched out next to her and pulled her close.
“It always will, baby. It always will.”
* * * *
Travis was bringing her home the next morning when she saw Ryan’s police SUV. She was almost ready to lay into him for spying on her when she realized he wasn’t alone. Deputy Jason had his own vehicle there, and they seemed to be investigating something. Travis pulled into her driveway, and they both headed for Ryan to find out what had happened.
“Hey, big brother, what’s going on here?”
Ryan had an irritated expression on his face. He hated crime in his town.
“Vandals. Probably kids. They knocked down all the mailboxes in the condo complex.”
Becca looked around, and sure enough every mailbox for as far as she could see had been knocked from its post.
“You think everything is kids.”
Ryan chuckled. “Why would an adult knock off mailboxes? This is a juvenile crime, baby girl. Shit, I mean Becca.”
Becca gave her brother a smile. He really was trying.
“Why would a juvenile knock down mailboxes, then? Seems like a dumb crime all the way around.”
Deputy Jason walked up with a grin. “Criminals aren’t usually the sharpest tools in the shed. Morning, Becca.”
Becca grinned back. “Morning, Jason. Still, it seems like a stupid crime. What do they gain?”
Travis’s arm came around her and pulled her close. Possessive. She liked it. It seemed he was a wee jealous of Deputy Jason.
“They don’t gain anything but the thrill, babe. That’s enough for them. For a while, anyway.”
Ryan nodded. “Probably just some high school kids joyriding and drinking some beer, laughing their asses off. It’s a pain in the ass, but personally, I’d rather have this sort of mayhem than some of the other options. Drugs, gangs. Hell, you probably saw your share in Chicago, Travis.”
“Unfortunately, yes. This seems pretty innocent in comparison.”
Jason shrugged. “We’ll take everyone’s statement anyway and make the report. Did you see or hear anything last night, Becca?”
Becca felt her face get warm. “Um, no.”
Ryan shooed Jason away. “Go take their statement over there. Mrs. Dawson said she saw a car peeling out of here last night.”
Ryan gave her and Travis a knowing look. He had obviously seen them drive up this morning.
“Is Mark still at the hospital? I worked that accident last night. It’s good to have another doctor in town. Especially a surgeon who’s available in an emergency.”
Travis’s body relaxed next to hers. Ryan wasn’t going to bring up the obvious.
“He texted me a few minutes ago and said he was wrapping things up. He’ll go home and get a few hours of sleep and head into the office for appointments.”
“He gets less sleep than I do.”
“He’s used to it. He loves what he does.”
“Well, I’ll let you get going. We need to take statements and head out of here. Police cars always draw a crowd.”
Becca and Travis headed into her condo. She started bustling in the kitchen making coffee. Travis was watching her closely.
“Are you embarrassed?”
Becca whirled around. “No! No, I’m not embarrassed.”
“It would be normal if you were. I don’t think my brothers and sisters want to know a whole lot about my sex life.”
“Ryan doesn’t know anything, but I know more about his sex life than I ever wanted to. Hell, I’ve heard him, Jack, and Jillian having sex right here in this condo. She’s a screamer, for fuck’s sake. They were like rutting animals. That’s more than anyone should know about their sibling.”
Travis laughed. “You’re a screamer, too, babe. And I’m not complaining at all.”
Chapter 12
“Oh, Cassie, you look amazing!”
Cassie did look amazing. The white satin-and-lace gown clung softly to her small frame, making her look elegant and sophisticated. She was having her wedding-dress fitting, and Jillian and Becca were also getting fitted for their bridesmaid dresses. Becca lifted Cassie’s hair high on top of her head and placed the veil on top.
“I think you should wear your hair up. I can do a sort of chignon with some curls here. It will give the veil a lovely place to sit.”
Cassie considered her reflection for a moment. “Not down? Zach and Chase love my hair down.”
“We can do it down, too. I can iron it straight or do a fall of curls with a half-up, half-down look. Jillian?”
Jillian was fussing with the top of her bridesmaid dress. It was very formfitting and showed off both Jillian’s and Becca’s assets.
“I like it up. It’s a special day. You should have a special style.”
Cassie pulled the veil off and sighed. “I’ll decide later.”
Becca took the veil and carefully placed it in tissue paper.
“Not too much later. We need to have a hair-and-makeup run-through prior to the wedding. Ticktock.”
“Can you believe how quickly the time is going? In less than a month, I’ll be Mrs. Zach and Chase Harper.”
Cassie was glowing with love for her men. Becca was starting to feel some hope she herself might be that happy someday, too.
Jillian fiddled with the long hem of her dress. “And I’ll soon be Mrs. Ryan and Jackson Parks. And Becca will be Mrs. Mark and Travis Miller-Andrews.”
Becca felt herself blush. “Things haven’t gotten that far. We’re dating.”
Jillian rolled her eyes. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Ryan told me he saw you coming home yesterday morning with Travis.”
“Well, shit, it was none of his damn business.”
Jillian laughed and shrugged off the strapless navy-blue dress with a relieved sigh. Becca knew Jillian preferred jeans and T-shirts.
“Of course it wasn’t, which I told him. He said he behaved.”
“He did. I’ll give him that. I miss having you guys living close to me. You’re never there anymore.”
Cassie spent most nights at Zach and Chase’s house, and Jillian was spending more and more nights with Ryan and Jackson. Jillian helped Cassie with the tiny pearl buttons on the back of the dress.
“Glad I wasn’t home. A bunch of drunk teenagers, out for a joyride, knocking at mailboxes? No thanks. I like sleeping through the night.”
Cassie frowned. “Funny thing, though. None of the neighbors heard or saw much. One neighbor thought she heard a car leaving, but all in all, the deed was done quietly.”
Jillian shrugged. “Okay, so the teenagers didn’t make a lot of noise. It was the middle of the night. Everyone was sleeping. You have a suspicious mind.”
It was Cassie’s turn to roll her eyes. “If you had my past, you would be suspicious, too.”
“I’m surprised my brother didn’t go into overprotective mode and force us all to move out of the condo complex and into protective custody until these hooligans are brought to justice.”
Jillian laughed. “I’m sure it crossed his mind. He’s a very protective man, which makes me love him and want to beat him over the head all at the same time.”
Becca shook her head. “Better you than me dealing with him. Jack’s not much more reasonable.”
“They’re trying. It’s not easy for your brothers to not worry about you. But I vow to try and keep them so busy they don’t have time.”
Cassie waggled her eyebrows. “How do you plan to do that?”
“The usual way. Naughty lingerie and sex toys.”
Becca laughed. “Well, thank you. I think.”
Jillian gave a blissful sigh. “It’s no hardship. Believe me. You just have to do one thing for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Take good care of Mark and Travis. They have totally fallen for you. They have a goofy look on their face whenever you’re in the room or even just mentioned.”
Becca grinned. “I’ll take very good car
e of them.”
She was pretty sure she had the very same look.
* * * *
Becca twirled in her new black pumps with a very unsensible three-and-a-half-inch heel. She had paired them with a low-slung skinny black skirt that stopped midthigh and a ruffled white blouse. A black belt made her waist look tiny and her breasts generous. She was beginning to really appreciate her curves. Her men worshipped them every time they were together.
They were taking her to Eighties Night at Party Like a Rock Star, a brand-new bar on the edge of town. Quickly becoming known simply as The Party, it was owned by a former B-grade rock star who had retired and moved to Plenty. He ran The Party as a hobby and diversion, liking the fact that no one in Plenty was impressed by his past.
A rap on the front door had her hurrying to see her men. They had all been busy, and she hadn’t been able to spend time with them in a few days. She pulled open the door and Mark stood there with a sexy grin. He looked gorgeous as all hell in well-washed blue jeans and a navy button-down shirt. His blond hair was growing a little longer at her urging. She loved to run her fingers through it, feeling the silky texture.
“Hey, sweetie. You gonna let me in?”
Becca stepped back, peering out the door after Mark entered.
“Where’s Travis?”
Mark pulled Becca into his arms and ran his hands down her back, sending shivers down her spine.
“Travis got caught up in some business in Orlando. He’ll meet us at the bar. I’ll have you to myself for a couple of hours.”
Then his lips were on hers and she forgot how empty the last two days had been. His lips caressed hers as his tongue explored her mouth sensuously. By the time he pulled back, she was breathless and wet. She grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the bedroom. She needed him inside her. Now.
“Whoa, baby. What about The Party?”
“We’ll still go. After.”
“After, huh? You have a naughty mind. I love it.”
Becca peeked at him from under her lashes. “Perhaps you should punish me for having such naughty thoughts.”
Mark’s grin grew wider and a hell of a lot more evil.
“I wouldn’t want to punish you for something I enjoy.” He laughed at her crestfallen expression. “Have you been having naughty thoughts for the last two days? Did you touch yourself while you were fantasizing?”
Becca was practically panting with anticipation. She nodded. “I couldn’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about us. Together.”
Mark’s hands felt hot as he ran them up her arms, over her shoulders, and over the sensitive skin of the nape of her neck to capture her hair and tangle his fingers in it. He gave it a gentle tug so she was looking deeply into his blue eyes, dark with passion.
“I will punish you for that. Your pleasure belongs to us now, Becca. Travis and I control it. You don’t come unless we decide you come. Do you understand?”
She knew she should be arguing with his Neanderthal declaration of male control, but she found herself melting against him, nodding in acquiescence. She wanted them to have control in the bedroom. She wanted to put away all the things she needed to think about every day as a business owner and a civic volunteer and lie back and let them take control.
“Good. For your disobedience, you’re going to get a spanking. Then I’m going to fuck you so you know who’s in charge in the bedroom.”
Becca lowered her eyes demurely. “Yes, Sir.”
Mark chuckled. “Sir, huh? I’ve never been called Sir in the bedroom, but I think I like it.”
Mark smacked her bottom hard, and even through her skirt and panties it made her ass cheek warm. Her panties were soaked and her nipples were hard and rubbing against the lace of her bra. She wanted more. Much more.
“You can continue to call me Sir. Into the bedroom. Now.”
* * * *
Mark walked behind Becca, her ass swaying provocatively in her tight black skirt. He couldn’t wait to spank her pert, round bottom. She was going to come at least twice before they left for the bar. She stopped and rounded on her high heels to face him. She was as turned on as he was, her face flushed and her chest rising and falling rapidly. He knew if he ran a finger through her pussy it would be dripping honey for him. It was clear she loved the idea of being punished.
“Strip for me. Slowly. You can keep the shoes on.”
Mark sat on the bed to enjoy the show. Becca slowly plucked at the buttons on her blouse before pushing it off her shoulders. She tossed it casually in his lap with a saucy smile. Her bra was a lacy push-up type, and he could see her tight nipples outlined clearly. She pivoted on her high heels so his view was now her curvy backside. She reached to her side and slowly lowered the zipper of her skirt tooth by tooth. Mark’s cock was rock hard and pressing against his own button fly. He almost groaned as she bent at the waist to slide the skirt down her shapely legs, revealing the teeny black thong underneath. The string split the round globes of her ass, sending his mind thinking about what it would be like to be buried deep inside that ass.
She stepped out of it, turned back to him, and tossed it at him. He caught it easily and added it to the growing pile of clothes next to him. His only regret was that he wasn’t having Becca strip to music. Now that would really be something.
Becca paused for a moment. Her pink tongue snaked out to wet her full lips. Mark vowed those same lips would be wrapped around his cock tonight. His dick was demanding action immediately, but Mark tamped down his own arousal. It was too delicious watching Becca strip for his pleasure.
She reached behind her, and with a flick of her fingers the lacy bra went slack. She pulled it down her arms and tossed it at his head. He caught it out of the air a split second before he was pelted in the face with her lingerie. With a grin, he twirled it in his hands, salivating at the sight of her breasts bared for his gaze. She cupped them, lifting them as if in offering. He would definitely be taking her up on her offer. Soon.
She trailed her hands lightly down her torso to hook her fingers in the sides of the thong. She ran her hands teasingly around the edge, just pulling them down a few inches before pulling them up again.
“Looks like someone wants her spanking to be harder and longer. Teasing me will make your punishment worse.”
Becca didn’t bat an eyelash. She giggled and played with the elastic a little more, making his cock jump in his pants. His little rebel was so spanked. She finally, ever so slowly, slid the black thong down her legs before tossing it in the air. He caught it and brought it to his nose. The thong was soaked, and he could easily smell the sweet musk of her arousal. He could bend her over the edge of the bed right now and thrust himself to the hilt.
Not yet.
She stood before him, every inch of her creamy skin bared for his inspection. He took his time taking her sexy body in from the tips of her candy-apple-red toenails to the top of her golden-blonde hair. She was gorgeous, and he felt a possessive tug in his chest. She belonged to them.
He pointed to the floor in front of where he lounged on the bed. She got the hint immediately, and she eagerly hit her knees, licking her lips. She was definitely going to get a big, hard cock in her mouth. He popped open his fly and pulled out his aching dick, stroking it up and down with a tortured groan. Her blue eyes were dark with desire. It would be his pleasure and Travis’s to fulfill those desires for the next fifty years or so.
“Suck me, baby. Show me what a bad girl can do with her mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Becca’s voice was husky and breathless. She leaned forward, grasping his cock at the base, and licked around the reddish-purple mushroom head. Mark had to bite back his moan of pleasure as her tongue flicked his cock from balls to tip before engulfing as much as she could swallow in her wet, hot mouth. He leaned back on his elbow while his other hand tangled in her long hair. It slipped through his fingers like silk. He knew her pussy would feel just as silky when he thrust every inch he had to give
her in its warmth.
“That’s it, sweetness. Suck and lick me. You know you love my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
She nodded wordlessly as her head bobbed up and down on his swollen shaft. Her talented fingers rolled his balls, and he couldn’t stop the groan torn from his throat. He wouldn’t last long at this rate. He was almost over the edge. His breathing was ragged when she lightly scraped her teeth along the sensitive skin of his shaft. It was all he needed to send him over.
He shoved his cock deep into her throat and held it there as his climax ripped through him. Her throat worked to keep up with the cum he shot deep into her mouth, the waves sending shudders of pleasure through him. He finally fell back on the bed, spent and drained. Becca licked him clean before climbing on the bed next to him and cuddling close. Her fingers trailed up and down his chest and abdomen, and despite coming hard just moments before, he felt his cock begin to stir. How did he and Travis get so lucky?
* * * *
Becca absorbed Mark’s warmth as she cuddled close to him. She could smell the tang from his aftershave and the masculine smell that was all his. She trailed kisses down the strong column of his neck and tried to pull his shirt over his head. She wanted him naked and fucking her.
“Not yet, baby. You still have to be punished.”
Becca pouted. “I’m not sure it’s really fair. No one told me I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.”
Mark sat up with a laugh, patting his lap. “You don’t want fair. You want to be spanked. Am I wrong?”
Becca wasn’t a liar. She sighed in surrender. “No, you’re not wrong.”
Mark patted his lap again. “Then drape yourself across my knees and take your punishment like a big girl. You’re going to love my spankings.”
Becca was pretty sure she was going to love it, too, since she had enjoyed Travis spanking her. She was practically wriggling with excitement as she lay on his lap, her head hanging down and her ass in the air. His warm hand rubbed circles on her ass cheeks, sending tingles straight to her pussy and clit. She knew she was dripping cream in anticipation.
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