by Lynn Stark
The silence, if it could be called that with her ears ringing, was quite deafening. The men jumped up as she went to hit the alarm. She then went to check on the condition of the two downed men.
“They’re still breathing,” Peaches announced.
“That was so fucking hot,” the nameless man declared as he flanked her. She toed the weapons away from the men on the floor, though neither appeared as if they were capable of moving at that moment. Sighing, she supposed she should at least attempt to perform some sort of first aid. She went for a roll of paper towels and the latex gloves. She pulled them on then pressed the folded towels to their wounds as sirens sounded in the distance. A moment later three cruisers pulled into the parking lot.
“You’re an asshole,” Damien stated in response to his friend’s comment. “We almost got killed.”
“Can you wear your gun while we fuck you?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Damien growled, looking as though he wanted to smack his friend up the side of his head.
Peaches laughed, needing a moment of lightness after the shock and terror. The shattered front door was yanked open, and uniformed officers came inside with weapons drawn. “You okay, Peaches?” The oldest of the three asked the question in a rough, tense voice.
“I’m okay, Dad. Just a little shaken up is all. One got away, though.”
“Were they the same ones as before?”
“Yes, same ones. Different car, though. It’s a dark-green sedan with a missing hubcap on the right front. There’s a large dent in the rear door. He’s probably dumped it by now.” 13
Her father holstered his weapon then reached for hers. He took charge of it, dropping the clip and checking the chamber. “These bastards aren’t going to let you get away with their boss likely going to prison.”
“I know. We’ll talk after these losers get hauled off.” Sighing, she straightened. Her limbs trembled as she looked down at the two wounded men. Would she feel bad if they died?
“Don’t, honey,” her father, said, seeing the expression on her pale face. “It was you or them. I’m just glad your boss agreed to let you carry.”
“Me, too.”
“Who are these guys?”
“Customers. That’s their rig out there.”
“You mean the one with water pouring out of it?”
The men cursed. She looked up at them apologetically. “Sorry about that. I must have lost track of one. I’ll pay for the damage.”
“No need,” Damien said gruffly, before pulling her hard against him.
Finding her face pressed against the wall of warm, nicely scented male flesh, Peaches didn’t protest. He hugged her tight with the same arm that had held him fast to the back of a bull, while stroking her short blonde hair with the other hand. It could only be better, she thought, if he was naked. That would make her feel much, much better.
After soaking up his special brand of comfort, Peaches pulled back, grinning like an idiot at her thoughts. The grin fell away as she saw the frown on her father’s face. They both ignored the men being looked over by paramedics.
“Awfully friendly for customers,” he commented dryly, his mouth quirking as she blushed. “I hope you got a name before that hug.”
“He’s Damien Nicholson, a bull rider I saw at the rodeo tonight when I went with Darla.” She looked at the other man. “I was about to get his name when those assholes came in.”
“Ryan James, sir, another bull rider. She must have missed my extraordinary perform-ance tonight. I scored a point higher than pretty boy here.”
“It was about time you got a full ride in. Now, shut up so Peaches can take care of business.”
They were divided up among the officers to give their statements. After going through all the formalities with his own boss, John Malloy pulled his daughter aside. “You’re going to have to get away from here for a while. You could go stay with your Aunt Peggy in Denver.” Peaches shook her head. “And lead these guys there? I’d never forgive myself. She has enough on her plate taking care of three teenagers. She doesn’t need to worry about some gang members showing up on her doorstep. No, I’ll take an extended vacation while you guys hunt down creep number three.”
His expression was grim, his blue eyes glittering with fury. “That gang is forty strong. It won’t just be the one who got away. When one goes down, another will take his place.” It was what she was afraid of happening. It was never just one. They were a pack. They hunted together. When one fell, another would take his place. With their leader likely heading to prison for a very long time, revenge was high on their list of things to do. He and they would see to it.
14
The store’s owner showed up finally, a grim expression on his aging face. He didn’t fire her but instead offered her a raise. She politely refused, telling the man she would have to quit without giving a notice. She apologized for that, but he waved it away as he surveyed the damage to his store.
“Don’t worry about it, dear,” he told her in a fatherly kind of way. “You didn’t do it.” After collecting her purse, she headed outside. Her father left his cruiser where he was finishing filing his report. The look on his face told her he still hadn’t relaxed. The Malloys were a protective bunch, which was probably why the majority of them were in law enforce-ment. She had four brothers and three sisters and every one of them was a cop.
“What are you going to do?”
“First, I’m going to my apartment to pack up Roxie, Juno, and some clothes.” Damien spoke up. His voice was firm, telling her father he wouldn’t be arguing about it.
“She can come with us. We’re heading home.”
“My daughter’s not going off with two cowboys she doesn’t know a thing about.”
“It’s okay, Dad. I was planning to go out on a date with them anyway. Besides, I’m sure you’ll run a background check on them before we’re even out of the parking lot.”
“Them? As in, dating the both of them at the same time?” She blushed under his gaze once again. There were times when she was always going to be his little girl. This was one of them. “Yes. And before you start lecturing me, remember Aunt Judith.” It was his turn to blush. As much as he loved his sister, he couldn’t quite understand why she had married three men. “I’ll call later and let you know what I’m doing.” After they hugged, her dad about squeezing the stuffing out of her, Peaches went to her car and climbed in. While Ryan got in the truck, Damien got in the car with her. A police escort would also be going along. Ryan would wait for them at a truck stop outside of town.
The streets were eerily quiet as they drove along. They didn’t talk, but Damien did reach out to put a comforting hand on her thigh. It was a nice touch, one she didn’t mind. In fact, the touch told her something of the man.
Once they were at her very small apartment, another money saver, she quickly found her pair of Siamese cats. They stared suspiciously at Damien, but didn’t cower or run away.
Peaches put them in their traveling crate without incident. She would take a litter box along, but only put it in with them during rest stops. Having a cat use the litter box in the car was not a pleasant thing.
Cat food, a jug of water, and dishes were all placed next to the door. Then she went into the bedroom to pack her suitcases.
“This is a nice apartment,” Damien said, coming to stand in the doorway. “The bed’s too small, but other than that, it’s good.”
“Thanks. It serves the purpose. My lease is about up. I’m thinking of moving. There’s a nice complex just at the edge of town. It’s a little more money, but there’s a nice view of the mountains. All I can see here is the building next door.”
“You like the mountains?”
“I ski, hike, trail ride. It’s a good place for those things.” She frowned as she remembered her other job. “I’ll have to remember to call off from my other job on Monday. They won’t be happy.”
“That’s too bad. Your safety is more important than any job.”
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Peaches took a quick shower while Damien politely excused himself to the living room.
While she dressed, she heard him talking to the cats. She smiled, relieved. Lucky for her the man didn’t seem to have an aversion to them. With cats, either you loved them or you hated them. She had never met a person who was indifferent to them.
They carried everything out to her car. Though there was an officer sitting in a cruiser beside her car, they both looked around the well-lit parking lot. Peaches didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, no strange vehicles. She relaxed a little while touching the holstered pistol at her side. It was the same model as the one she had used earlier. Shivering, she zipped up her coat before getting into the car.
“Do you always carry a gun?”
“Yes, when I can.”
The ride out of town was brief. They took the long way, making turns, the cruiser close, but not crowding them, ever watchful for following cars. When it looked like they were in the clear, Damien headed for the truck stop.
Ryan was waiting in the truck. He jumped out when he saw them, giving Peaches a tight hug. “Jeez, cowboy, it’s only been an hour.”
“Ready to go?”
“Yes. I’m leaving the car here. My dad will pick it up tomorrow.” He had called her while they made their way to the truck stop. He had just left the hospital. One of the men had died.
They had learned it was the brother of the man they had arrested two weeks before for another robbery. “You guys sure you don’t mind if I hide out with you for a while?” They looked at her as if she had lost her senses. “You’re kidding, right? Unlimited access to your beautiful body? I can handle that.”
“You’re a jerk. Shut the fuck up,” Damien growled. “If you keep talking like that you’re going to make her run away from us, too.”
“I’m not running. I’m simply changing locations to aid in the prevention of my death.” Damien laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He couldn’t help himself.
“You really do have to ignore most of what comes out of his mouth. He can’t help it. Now, let’s get out of here before we freeze to death. We’ll drive for a few hours, stop for breakfast, then get some sleep.”
“Drive, eat, sleep,” Peaches muttered as they put the last of her belongings into the long trailer. “When does the great sex happen?”
Chapter Two
As much as Damien wanted to usher the woman with the fantastic ass back up into the trailer, he simply held her hand as she jumped lightly down to the pavement. She grinned up at him, winking. “No pressure, cowboy,” Peaches told him, obviously realizing he had heard her talking to herself. He returned the wink then bent to place a warm, lingering kiss on her soft mouth. “Mm, maybe I should change my mind.”
Laughing, Damien locked the door to the trailer then led her to the truck. Ryan was all but sulking in the back as he put her in the front passenger seat. “I think we’ll wait until we’re out of range of your father. If I didn’t know he’s already checked us out, I’d be looking over my shoulder.”
“Daddy’s very protective,” she agreed. “But he has good instincts about people. I’ve never known him to be wrong.” Before she strapped on the seat belt, she turned to look back over at Ryan. She reached out to touch him softly. “You okay back there?” His friend managed a smile. Who could resist such a prettily smiling woman? Not Ryan, that was for sure. “I’m good. You sure you don’t want to come back here and sleep for a while?
You can use me for a pillow.”
She held up the little traveling pillow she’d brought from her car. “Taken care of.” She sat back down and buckled up. A delicate yawn escaped her, then a self-conscious laugh. “It’s been so long since I’ve gone to sleep without having to wake up just to go to work.” She yawned again and then snuggled down in the seat, her head on the pillow. “It’s a nice change.” It wasn’t long before she was out. Damien knew she couldn’t be very comfortable sitting up, but he and Ryan had agreed that they would drive until they got to a truck stop where they would eat breakfast. He would need some sleep by then, but knew that he would get it in the backseat as Ryan had done.
Meeting Peaches had been a pleasant shock. The moment he jumped up onto those rails to get away from the bull, his eyes meeting hers, he had known she was something special. It had been unfortunate that she had gotten away before he could get her name or number. He had searched for her, but she and her friend had gotten lost in the boisterous crowd.
Did your mama drop you on your head? Damien knew he would never forget that.
Moreover, he would have to tell his mother. She would get a laugh, too, because she always claimed she must have dropped him. He believed his mother would like her.
Ryan leaned up between the seats. He looked at Peaches’s face in the glow from the dash lights. “She’s one hot little chick.”
“I can’t believe I found her. What were the chances of that happening? We should have played the lottery tonight.”
“I don’t think we could get a better prize than this. Do you think she’ll sleep with the both of us?”
“Oh, I think our sweet Peaches is full of promises she’ll keep.” There was a soft, husky laugh that went straight to his cock. Glancing over at Peaches, he saw a smile on her lips. She snuggled into the tiny pillow. “You guys worry too much.” The next morning, a fully revived Peaches was all but bouncing around the parking lot of the truck stop before climbing back in to fix her face. They had stopped to get breakfast. They watched as she brushed her short blonde hair and put on makeup.
“Do you like wearing that stuff?” Ryan asked, peering inside the truck to watch. “You’re damn pretty without it.”
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“And with it?” she asked, a fine brow arching.
“Well, you’re still pretty. It’s just a different kind of pretty.”
“You’re such a poet.” Damien laughed as he leaned against the right front fender of the truck. The morning sun was warm. “I bet her heart’s all aflutter.” Peaches slid out of the truck, stepping back to let Ryan slam it shut. She smiled, and then went up on tiptoe to kiss the corner of Ryan’s mouth. “Oh, it is all aflutter,” she agreed, laughing. “And my stomach’s making the most obnoxious noises. Feed me, please.” Then she was looking at him and he felt that look. It shot through him. “Oh, don’t move. You,” she said, pointing to Ryan. “Go stand by him. Look sexy. Would you mind if I took a pic? My friend Darla will want to know what I’m up to.”
Ryan leaned back against the fender of the truck, mirroring Damien’s negligent pose, muscular arms across his wide chest, long legs crossed at the ankle. “Is this good, baby?”
“Perfect.”
It was difficult not to laugh. The woman was all but drooling over them. “We must look really good this morning,” he commented in an aside to Ryan.
“You look delicious,” Peaches corrected, getting her phone ready with its camera. They smiled with practiced ease, giving the camera, and the woman holding it, their hottest, sexiest cowboy smiles. “You keep looking like that and you won’t be getting breakfast for a while.” She looked down at the photo on the phone, shading it with her hand. “Oh, my god! You two are so fucking hot! Darla is going to kill me.”
They watched as she furiously clicked the buttons on the phone with practiced ease. A moment later, she was laughing like a demented woman.
“Oh, yeah, she’s going to kill me.” Shoving the phone in her pocket, she ran toward them, grabbing each of them by a muscular arm. “Come on. Let’s go get something to eat. Then I’ll take a nap with you guys.”
Breakfast was periodically interrupted by furiously typed communications between the two women. Damien and Ryan grinned when they read Darla’s first comment. Oh, no you didn’t!
Peaches responded with, Not yet.
Which one?
They come as a set. They thought that one was particularly clever, their minds in the gutter.
Miss Prissy Pants is
going to do two cowboys? I’ll believe it when I see it.
Well, you won’t be seeing it. But I’ll let you know how it goes.
I want details.
I won’t spare you. Can your heart take it?
It can take it. I guess you won’t be showing up for brunch.
No, I won’t. Something happened last night. I’ll call you later. Dad knows I’m with the guys. If anyone snoops, you don’t know anything.
When Peaches tucked her phone away in her pocket, they could see that the smile wasn’t quite what it had been. Damien put an arm around her, pulling her close to him in the booth.
“It’ll be okay, baby. We’ll take care of you.”
18
“I know.” The simple words conveyed her trust. It was amazing, since she didn’t know them, but she had given them the gift of it. “It’s gotta be a fantasy come true. Terrified witness to a crime goes on the lam with two handsome cowboys. What more could a woman want?”
“If you need help with the list, I’m here for you, honey,” Ryan told her, reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. Her fingers threaded through his, holding him.
“You do like to touch, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
The waitress came with a carafe of fresh coffee. She looked the three of them over, from Damien’s possessive arm around her shoulders to the intimate hold the other two had on one another. They let each other go reluctantly as she refilled their cups.
As she walked away, they heard her mutter, “Some women have all the luck.”
“Yes, some women do,” Peaches agreed, completely guilt-free as she picked up her fork.
She attacked the food, not shy about eating like any one of the truckers surrounding them.
As they made their way back to the truck and trailer a short time later, Peaches walked backward between them so she could look at their faces. “Do we get to take a nap now?” Laughing, Damien stopped her before she fell into the pothole behind her. “Not just yet.