Sons Of Justice 4: Her Beast of Burden (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Get up here and meet Anita.” He stepped from his pants, gripped his cock, and stroked it. “Get undressed,” he said to Cass, and she stood up slowly, apparently not fast enough for him.

  He gripped her top, pulled it off roughly, then shoved down her pants, turned her around, and pressed her down as he unclipped her bra. The blonde gave her a wink, and Cass obeyed Jerry’s orders.

  “Show me how you want to please me, Cass. Show me,” he said and she looked at him. He gave her a wink and a smile, and her heart lifted. If this was what he wanted, then she would do whatever he asked. He was her everything.

  * * * *

  “Where the fuck is she?” Vinny asked Jerry.

  He showed up at the house and could hear the baby crying from outside. As he entered, he saw a woman come down the stairs holding her dress, which appeared ripped, against her chest. Her makeup was a mess as if she’d been crying. She looked like some used whore. Was that a fistful of money in her hand?

  She looked at him wide-eyed and quickly headed out the door, running toward the beat-up car he’d seen in front of the house.

  Jerry didn’t even glance her way. He guzzled down a bottle of beer and then leaned back into the cushions on the couch.

  “Cass doesn’t know where her sister is,” Jerry said, staring at Vinny. Vinny could tell his buddy was upset. What the hell went down here the other night?

  “I heard some shit went down here at your party.”

  “Shit always goes down at my parties,” Jerry said and then yelled as the baby continued to cry.

  “Cass, shut that baby up. It’s been crying for an hour!” he screamed toward the stairs.

  Vinny just happened to look up and see Cass crawling across the rug. She had welts on her sides and what appeared to be strap marks on her, as well. He squinted and looked back at Jerry and then to the coffee table. His leather belt with the big buckle was sitting there.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Jerry? That’s the mother of your child.”

  “She’s a waste of space. She doesn’t know how to please a man. She isn’t like her sister.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Vinny stepped toward him.

  Jerry put his hands up.

  “It means nothing. You told me she knows how to please a man. I’m telling you my woman doesn’t. She’s a waste.”

  Vinny stared at him. Something wasn’t right with Jerry. He was becoming more and more violent, and now Sam wasn’t here.

  “What did you do to Sam? Did you touch her? Hit her like you do Cass?”

  Jerry sat up straighter.

  “It wasn’t like that, Vinny. Sam came on to me at the party. She said she wanted to give me a blowjob. She kissed me, and fuck, she has those big tits and that sexy body. Cass found out, and things got heated.”

  Vinny grabbed Jerry by his shirt and yanked him up hard.

  “You fucking kissed and touched my woman?”

  “She kissed me. Probably wanted to piss you off and make you jealous. It don’t matter though. We got that job today, and then we can get any woman we want tonight as we celebrate. That’s my plan. Fuck this bitch. Fuck all of them,” Jerry said, and Vinny shoved him back down into the couch.

  “I need to find Sam. I paid her debt, so she needs me now.”

  “You don’t need her, Vinny. Three thousand is peanuts compared to what this job will make us. Come on and let’s get ready to go. Forget about Sam and focus on you. On women who will respect you and love you. Not these weak, psycho tramps.”

  Vinny placed his hand on his hip and then glanced at the time. They needed to get things in place. He didn’t have time to worry about Sam and where she was. He did wonder what had gone down here and if she had hit on Jerry. Would she do that out of revenge and anger for him paying the three thousand? he wondered, and if it were true, then she would suffer.

  “First the job, and then we need to track down Sam and talk. She isn’t getting away with this. She’s mine, always and forever.”

  * * * *

  They made the plan together. By Friday afternoon they would head to the house and grab Sam’s things. If Jerry was there, she feared he would be a dead man once her men got through with him. Her men? God, it was crazy. She stood here in their kitchen watching them clean up from dinner, just like they’d done every night this week. Then they would snuggle on the couch, make out a little, and they would complain about driving her home to Kendra’s place.

  That shaky sensation she first had spending time alone with such large, charismatic, commanding men as these four was slowly lessening. Not that she wasn’t intimidated by them. No, she was definitely intimidated. They were each a powerhouse of capabilities and authority. Yet her fears that they could hurt her physically or emotionally were disappearing with each conversation, each caress and kiss, and the more she observed them in daily activities around her.

  She respected them and their professions. Which was kind of funny considering they were so much older than her. Big John and Tiny seemed the most uncomfortable with the age difference. She, however, wasn’t, except for maybe concern in pleasing them in every way. How had her mind gone from not wanting any sort of relationship with a man to now wanting a relationship with four? Individually they were a force to be reckoned with, but together, holy moly, they were complete shock and awe.

  She swallowed hard and took in the sight of them. Each more handsome and appealing in their own ways. Each with strong personalities and individual abilities to touch her heart and soul and make her want them in every way.

  She dried the last pan then looked at Reeves. She loved the scruff along his cheeks and how it felt against her neck and a little lower. She liked the green of his eyes and how quiet he was, but when he did speak, his voice was firm, commanding just like the others. She looked at him in his button-down shirt and longed to see what his muscles looked like. More than likely like some catalogue model women would drool over. She pictured him with no shirt on, tight blue jeans, a thick brass-belt buckle, cowboy boots, standing with hands on his hips, eye squinted, just asking for trouble.

  She remembered the feel of his lips against her belly earlier today as they lay on the couch just cuddling and resting. His hand cupped her breast, and he stroked her nipple while he kissed and licked along her belly, his scruff arousing her skin. She nearly lost it right there, but fear, a need to take things slowly, entered her mind, and thank God Spartan had called about something to do with work. She’d been both relieved and disappointed, two emotions that battled every day, multiple times a day, with these four men. She wanted them yet was scared to let down her guard and see what might happen. The thought of them with someone else hurt. That right there told her she was already accepting them as her men and it was time to accept them as her lovers, too. There would be no turning back, but did she want to go backward anymore? No. The past was over. The trouble would be over soon enough, and she had these four men, plus her friends and their men and this brilliant, amazing town called Repose.

  Her lips parted, and she lost focus a moment staring at Reeves. He didn’t even have to be close and she felt that magnetic pull times four. She could inhale and get a scent of his cologne even if he weren’t right here. Was she losing her mind? This was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and maybe that was what truly scared her.

  She glanced at Big John, those huge muscles, the thick, large steel forearms flexed, and in those arms she felt both protected and also in danger. He could crush her with one of his large hands. Same with Tiny and Reeves and Flint, too. God, why did she have to always think they would use their sizes, strengths, and abilities to hurt her instead of to love her? Could they love her? Would they want to? Was that where this was headed? Could it be?

  Her heart lifted with excitement, with wants she never thought she could possess. Why, with them, did anything seem possible? She felt small, feminine here with all four large men. They were to die for. Perfection, intimidation, sexiness, and every woman
’s fantasy come true. Their ages, experience, and professions were turn-ons. Maybe that was why they didn’t look at her situation with disgust or have negativity toward her. They truly felt she was a victim. That she was the one treated badly and that she needed their protection. She had to admit it would be nice to get the protection from men like these four. To hand over the reins of her burdens for them to assist in relieving her of them. Could they? Would this work out? God, she was starting to hope it would. She wanted to take this chance with them. She wanted to be more than she felt she could be for them.

  She felt the hand on her hip and realized that Reeves approached. Her hands were free and at her sides. Reeves stared down into her eyes.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Who,” she replied.

  Reeves squinted. “Who are you thinking about?”

  “You. All of you,” she whispered. He stared at her bruised cheekbone and reached out and caressed strands away from her cheek.

  He cupped her cheeks and neck and held her gaze as he tilted her head back so he could lock gazes with her, stare into her eyes as if to make sure she wasn’t lying. She would never lie to him or them again.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “How experienced and sexy you all are and wondering what you think of me, my inexperience, and my situation and whether or not I could make you happy.”

  “We think you’re special and need protection. You already make us happy. By being here. By accepting us as your guardians, and soon enough as your lovers, the men who will take care of you always.” He pressed his lips to her good cheek.

  She closed her eyes. Remained with her hands on the counter behind her.

  He pecked at her lips then her jaw and to her neck. “I love kissing you. Looking into your gorgeous hazel-green eyes and seeing the emotion, the desire my touch causes in you.” He locked gazes with her a moment. He stroked her breast, and she exhaled, her lips parted as she continued to grip the counter behind her.

  He nuzzled against her neck. His other hand held her collarbone and shoulder in an arousing, possessive manner. It turned her on. Made her desire more. Night after night this week they’d kissed, they’d petted, but then they stopped. She wanted more but had to rein in her desires and force herself to take her time. She didn’t want to take any more time. She didn’t want to be away from them any longer. She wanted them close. As close as could be and surrounding her in a protective field. She knew if she stayed the night that she wouldn’t have any bad dreams or restlessness. She would have safety, security, and freedom.

  Reeves continued to peck and kiss her neck.

  “I want to explore this body, baby. I want to bring you pleasure.”

  He kissed her lips and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. His warm, thick hands collided against the material of her blouse, singeing the skin. She moaned into his mouth and allowed him to continue to undo her blouse. She worried a moment, but then Big John, Tiny, and Flint gathered around them.

  “We all want that. Nice and slow and just letting go to feel,” Big John said, and then her top slid off her arms to the floor.

  She stood there in a dark purple bra that matched her top. Her breasts poured from the bra and her hip-hugger lounge pants lay low on her hips. Flint slid his hand along her lower back and stroked her skin.

  She glanced at him, and he gave her a wink then pressed his lips to hers.

  As she kissed him back, Reeves pressed his hands into her pants against the skin on her hips. He moved downward and pressed her pants down her thighs. She gasped and pulled from Flint’s kiss.

  “Oh God, Reeves. What are we doing?”

  “Exploring,” Big John said and then slid his palm along her bare belly then up over her breast to her jaw. He leaned forward and then lowered his mouth to hers. He plunged his tongue into her deeply as Reeves ran his palms up and down her thighs then used his thumbs to tease her pussy.

  Big John released her lips but held her jaw and her neck with one large hand. It was so possessive of a hold but gently, which was odd for such a massive, rugged man like Big John.

  “Put her on the table. Tiny, get rid of her bra,” Big John ordered.

  Tiny undid the clip, and as her bra began to fall, she grabbed at it.

  “Oh God, I think we need to slow down,” she said.

  “We need to explore these feelings further. Let us bring you pleasure and see what’s going to be all ours very soon,” Big John stated.

  She stared up at Big John, at his wild Mohawk, that hard firm expression that made him look unapproachable, mean, commanding and sort of crazy-killer like, but she knew otherwise. She knew he was gentle, kind, and compassionate.

  Reeves pressed his mouth to hers as Tiny pushed her bra off her shoulders and away from her arms. She immediately hugged Reeves as her pants went down.

  “Holy God, you’re incredible. Guys, look at this body, at this tattoo,” Tiny said.

  Reeves released her lips and looked down to see as he held her against his chest. He ran his hand along her ass and squeezed. Her body ignited.

  “Reeves.”

  “On the table now,” Big John ordered, and in a flash, Reeves lifted her up and she was on the table, thighs spread wide by Flint and Tiny, who stood on either side of her.

  “Sweet, sweet heaven,” Tiny said and stared at her body.

  “Oh God.” She moaned and lifted her torso up. She felt her pussy cream, and then Reeves lowered down and licked her cunt.

  “Oh, Reeves,” she exclaimed and went to grip his head, but Big John and Flint held her arms above her head.

  “No. You let us pleasure you. Let us show you how perfect this is going to be. We’re going to care for you, protect you, and spoil you, baby,” Big John told her.

  She shook her head and gasped as Reeves’s tongue collided against her sensitive clit.

  “I don’t want to be spoiled. I want to be free. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to feel the four of you around me always. Always, Big John,” she said to him as tears filled her eyes.

  He held her hand above her head and leaned down, kissed along her wrists, down her arms to her breast, then back up, his lips close, his beard tickling her skin and his eyes glued to hers. “You are free. With us, here right now, always, your new life begins with us.” He lowered his mouth to her lips.

  “Trust us and let go,” he said once he pulled back.

  Hands glided up her thighs, spreading her wider. The feel of his large hands pulling back her thighs by her knees was a complete turn-on. She lifted her torso as Big John and Flint pressed their mouths to her breasts. She panted and felt her cunt explode just like that.

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  Tiny cupped her head from behind her. He caressed her cheeks and slid his palm down between her breasts and then to her neck. “You’re incredibly beautiful, Sam. So luscious and sexy. You’re more than we ever could have wished for as our woman.” He pressed his lips to hers from above.

  “Fuck she is super wet,” Reeves said and then fingered her pussy. In and out he thrust fingers into her cunt, and she moaned into Tiny’s mouth, and when he released her lips, she cried out with an orgasm.

  Reeves lifted up and held her gaze.

  “Give in to the desires. Become our woman tonight. We all know this is real and not bullshit. Let go and let us all make love to you,” he said to her, and she could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet. She knew the answer before it even hit her lips.

  “Yes. I accept. Make love to me. Make me your woman officially, please. Oh, please, make this be real and forever.”

  “Very forever, baby,” Flint said and bent lower, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

  When Reeves lifted up, he lifted her, too, up into his arms, and began to carry her from the kitchen to the bedroom upstairs. She was going to do this. She was going to let go and make love to all four men. No turning back, no more power to the demons. It was time to move on and take this chance. She h
oped they didn’t break her heart or leave her.

  * * * *

  Flint watched her hug Reeves as they stood in front of the bed.

  “Are you on the pill?” Big John asked her.

  “Yes,” she said to him and then kissed Reeves’s neck.

  Flint and Tiny both looked at her bare back and her ass then the tattoo that traveled along her lower back and hip to the front. It was unexpected. A beautiful, dainty, floral design. Flint reached out and stroked her tattoo.

  “When did you get this?” he asked her and leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder then down her arm.

  “When I was twenty,” she whispered, and he slid his palm along it. So did Tiny as he moved to her other side.

  “It’s delicate and beautiful like you, baby. So soft and sexy. God damn, you got my cock super fucking hard,” he told her then pressed his mouth to her neck and suckled hard.

  She pulled back and turned into Tiny as he lifted his mouth and caught her lips next. She clung to him, and Reeves partially released her to Tiny, who ravaged her mouth. They held her between them, and Reeves lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled hard then tugged on her nipple. She pulled back from Tiny’s kiss, gasping. Reeves released her to Tiny completely.

  Tiny placed her down onto the bed as Flint and the others undressed. Flint climbed up next to her, and she looked at him and then down to his cock.

  “Oh God,” she whispered and then glanced to the left and saw Big John and Tiny. She covered her mouth with her hand.

  “Don’t you worry, sweetness. We’ll fit. In every hole claiming you fully.” Big John tossed a tube of something onto the bed.

  Flint stroked her cheek. “You were made for us.”

  She nodded and gave a small smile.

  Tiny stood up and pulled off his shirt, and then he cupped her breast, leaned down, and licked each nipple. Flint caressed up her thigh and then reached under and stroked her clit.