Beloved by Brothers [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

Deeper and deeper he went. His thrusts came faster. On and on. The intensity was so powerful, as if they were both trying to make up for the past they’d lost.

  Over and over.

  They both were so close, the pressure building and multiplying. Together, they came, lost to the incredible release they’d created together.

  “Baby, I hear it. I hear our sound.” Mitchell kissed her. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Overcome with emotions, keeping silent was impossible for both of them. They had to confess their love for each other again and again.

  He held her close for some time, until her breathing settled down.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Phoebe. It’s been so long.”

  “Me either,” she said, looking into his beautiful eyes.

  He kissed her again, making her tingly and woozy.

  She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh.

  He moved his hands over her body. “You feel so soft and warm.” He nibbled on her neck while gently massaging her breast with his fingers.

  “Oh, Mitchell, this feels so good. I’m so happy we’re together.” She touched his face.

  He turned to her, and she kissed him, deeply and passionately. She could feel his cock harden once again, letting her know he wanted her as much as she wanted him. With his amazing mouth on her pussy, he’d sent her over the edge into a sea of wonderful sensations. Now, flooded with overwhelming desire for him, she moved down his body, planting sweet kisses on his muscled frame.

  “I know what you’re up to, baby, and I can’t wait.” He flipped around until both their heads were between each other’s legs. “I want to sample you again. I’m addicted to you, Phoebe. Every bit of you.”

  She leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. “I am, too, Mitchell.”

  She felt his tongue, once again, lapping on her wet pussy. Wrapping her hands around his muscled thighs, she licked up and down his shaft. Coming to the slit at the tip of his dick, her tongue discovered a pearly drop, which she drank down. His licks on her sex enflamed her more. She swallowed his cock, taking it down her throat. Up and down, she bobbed on the man she’d walked away from.

  Never again.

  Tears of joy flooded her eyes as his licks began to build the pressure inside her.

  He circled her clit with his lusty tongue. She could feel his hands moving over her sensitive flesh. He sent a couple of fingers into her pussy, and she groaned, her mouth full of his dick. When his lips captured her clit, she felt a spasm roll through her entire body. She continued sucking on him, enjoying the feel of his cock pulsing inside her mouth. Bathing him with her tongue and lips, she bobbed up and down, swamped with such an immense thirst. They continued making love to each other with their mouths until she thought she could stand no more, and yet their sixty-nine went on and on.

  The rumble of release began in her core as his mouth drank from her body. Liquid poured out of her and she clawed at his legs, continuing to suck on his cock until her cheeks hollowed out. Then he thrust his cock deeper past her lips and she tasted his salty seed hit the back of her throat.

  As they released each other, she shifted around and placed her head on his shoulder. “You mean everything to me,” she confessed, unable to hold back anything from him now.

  “You are my world, Phoebe Blue. We will be together forever.” He kissed her gently, squeezing her tightly into him. “Now that I have you in my arms again, I will never let you go.”

  She smiled. “I’m glad you keep saying that, Mitchell, because I love hearing it.”

  “And I will continue saying it for as long as I live. I lost you once. Never again.”

  “I’m here. Right here. In your arms.”

  He kissed her. “Right where you belong.”

  Feeling completely sated, they relaxed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Jason, deep in paperwork, heard his office door open.

  Corey and Shane walked in, seeming anxious and tense. “Something wrong?”

  “Yes, there’s something wrong,” Shane blurted. “Our sister has a stalker. What are you doing about it, Sheriff?”

  “Calm down, Shane,” Corey said. “Let Jason talk.”

  “I’ve been working on this for weeks, guys. I haven’t been sitting still on this one. Besides, it’s my job to protect the citizens of Destiny.” I care about her, so even if I wasn’t sheriff, I would do whatever I could to protect her, no matter what our current status is…

  “Why didn’t you tell us?” Corey’s tone was full of frustration and concern.

  He couldn’t blame him. This was about Phoebe. “Because your sister made me swear to keep your family out of it unless something turned up. So far, it’s only been calls from the jerk. I don’t have any other leads. With Dylan’s help, I’ve put tracers on every new phone she has, but the fucker hangs up before we can get a lock on his location.”

  Shane placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. “How in the hell did the bastard get your brothers’ numbers when she was with them, Jason?”

  His jaw tightened. “What the hell are you talking about? None of us have been with Phoebe since you got sent away. Not Lucas. Not Mitchell. Not me.”

  “Not true,” Shane said with a smile. “Lucas spent the night with her after the last stalker call. Mitchell is at her house right now, making sure she stays safe.”

  What the hell is going on? Jason knew things between him and Mitchell and Lucas were tense, but that his brothers would keep him in the dark about what was happening with Phoebe angered him. “I don’t think it’s time to talk about whether or not me and my brothers and your sister are going to get back together.”

  “I agree. There’s a stalker that is harassing my sister. I want to know all the details you’ve collected on it. I want every fact, every thread, every trail. Anything you’ve found, give it to me. I can—”

  “Hold on, Blue. This is my county. Not yours.” He was impressed by Shane’s line of thinking. Had Shane not gone bad, he would’ve made one helluva good lawman. “Yes, she’s you’re sister, but you’re a convicted felon. I don’t want you doing a damn thing on this. Leave it to me. Now, you both better fill me in because apparently I’m out of the loop. What’s happened that I’m not aware of?”

  They told him about the three calls that had come from the stalker, starting last night before the O’Learys’ Halloween party.

  The first was to Phoebe herself. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d heard from the asshole. She’d been given a new phone. He still had her old phone in his desk drawer.

  The second had gone to Lucas, which puzzled and worried him. Was the stalker in Destiny? He’d considered that as a possibility during his investigation, but had dismissed it after one of Dylan’s traces indicated the origination point of one of the calls was Idaho.

  The third call had gone to Mitchell, right in front of Corey and Shane at Phong’s Wok.

  “It’s very clear to me that whoever this fucker is, he’s got incredible computer skills.” He recalled what Brown had told him this morning. Kip Lunceford has escaped.

  “So who tops your lists of suspects, Sheriff?” Corey asked.

  He wasn’t going to talk about this in front of Shane. “I’m still compiling names of possibles. As you know, Corey, conducting an investigation takes time, but believe me, I’m dotting every i and crossing every t. There isn’t a stone I’m not turning over.”

  Now that Jason and Nicole were on Brown’s new CIA covert team with Dylan, Matt, Sean, and Jena, the release of any information would have to be cleared, even for Corey, though he was a US marshal.

  Could Kip be Phoebe’s stalker?

  Though Jason wasn’t sure how, he knew Kip, the brilliant psychopath, just might be. Lunceford was capable of many things. He’d just escaped from the transport that was taking him to the new prison. Phoebe had been dealing with her stalker issue for months now, so it didn’t se
em to line up that Lunceford could be the culprit.

  But Kip had proven, again and again, he could get past whatever security systems the Feds had. Getting access to make a call to Destiny wouldn’t be a challenge at all for him. According to Easton Black, the man who’d given his life to protect Destiny, Lunceford’s new residence would keep him locked up tighter than a drum. But Kip had fooled them all, avoiding finishing out his life sentence in the highest maximum-security prison in the country.

  Shane paced around the room. “What about any guys she might’ve dated since your breakup?”

  Jason’s gut tightened, recalling she had gone out with another guy. After first being brought in on this stalker issue, he’d asked her the same question right here in his office. She’d bristled, but had told him everything. “Since you went to prison, she’s been on a few dates.” She was moving on. Fuck. “One of the senior techs at O’Leary Global took her to dinner a few times. Guy’s name is Compton. Remember Mac Doss from high school?”

  Corey nodded. “Didn’t he move to Clover when we were sophomores?”

  “I must’ve been a freshman.” Shane frowned. “How long did they see each other?”

  “According to your sister, they had dinner twice. Nothing more.” He’d been happy to learn that. “The only other guy on the list is Andy McCrae.”

  “Andy McCrae?” Shane clearly didn’t know him since the guy had arrived in Destiny when he’d been in prison and had transferred out several months before he’d been paroled.

  “He was an analyst at TBK for a couple of years. Long gone. Betty Anderson set Phoebe up with him about a year ago. It went nowhere.” Jason remembered Andy well. Phoebe deserved better than that guy. I wish it could be me, but I know it can’t. “Didn’t seem like your sister’s type to me. McCrae was a pussy, in my opinion. You should’ve seen the way he dressed and walked around town. I thought the wind would blow him over.”

  Shane snorted. “Sounds like someone is a bit jealous to me.”

  Jason had a great poker face about most things. But when it came to Phoebe, he was as transparent as glass. The whole town knew he still cared about her. “You would’ve thought the same thing if you’d seen him, Blue.”

  Shane turned to his brother. “I guess I’ve been away longer than I realized, Corey.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I was brought up in Destiny. Mom and Dads taught us that we don’t judge people here. Let them dress, walk, live, love, whatever…anyway they want. They are welcome here.” Shane turned to him. “Has it changed, Jason?”

  Though Jason knew Shane was right, he wasn’t about to give him an inch. “McCrae and the others are on my list, Blue. It may be any of them.”

  “And it might be Kip Lunceford’s doing,” Shane said flatly.

  How the hell does he know that? “What do you mean?”

  “Just idle gossip,” he said, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I heard the guy has really shaken up our town.”

  “That’s putting it mildly,” Corey said. “I just got a text from my boss. The fucker has escaped. I’ve been reassigned to track and apprehend him. They are aware of his interest in Destiny.”

  “As are we.” Joanne Brown, his CIA superior, entered the room, followed by Dylan.

  Corey turned to her. “May I ask who you are?”

  She held out her hand. “I’m Agent Brown, Marshal. CIA.”

  He took her hand and shook it. “Since I’m not in uniform, I guess you already have a dossier on me.”

  “I do. I’m the reason you have been brought in on the Lunceford issue.”

  “Shane, I need you to leave now.” Jason was uncomfortable with all the information flying around the room. “I swear I’ll do my best to get whoever is your sister’s stalker.”

  Brown turned to Shane. There was something in her gaze that seemed odd to Jason. Had Brown—with all her fact-finding on everyone else in town—discovered Blue’s prison history? Or had these two met before? Maybe at the O’Learys’ party before she’d come over to talk to him and Dylan. “Mr. Blue, if you don’t mind. I would like to speak with these gentlemen alone.”

  Shane shrugged and turned to Jason. “Suit yourself. You’re my parole officer. As you’ve been telling me since I came home, I’m supposed to do as you say.”

  Jason suppressed a smile. “That about covers it.”

  “Fine.” Shane left without another word, closing the door behind him. Odd. Shane wasn’t one to give in so easily.

  “Blue, you’re on my team now.”

  “I’m no CIA spook, Brown.”

  “You are now, just like the sheriff.” The woman took a seat.

  “Don’t try to argue with her, Corey. She had the governor call me.”

  “I’m not tied to the state, so a call from him wouldn’t impact me in any way.”

  “How about a call from the vice president? Would that change your mind, Marshal?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, but continued. “Gentlemen, since Black’s death, the highest levels of the government have been engaged. Lunceford is considered by everyone to be our greatest domestic threat.”

  “So what do you have for us?” Dylan asked.

  Jason liked his get-to-the-point attitude, always cutting through the crap.

  She reached in her briefcase and pulled out several devices. “These are for you. They’re highly classified and the latest and greatest to come out of Langley.” She handed each of them one.

  “What are they?” Jason asked.

  “Their technical name is Reconnaissance Oscillating Communication Seven Series, but we call them ROCs.”

  “Looks more like a cell phone to me,” he said.

  “That’s intentional, but ROCs are much more than that. These are for the others on the team.” She placed four more on his desk, keeping one for herself.

  “Others?” Corey asked.

  “MacCabe, Dixon, Taylor, and the sheriff’s deputy, Coleman.” Brown looked down at the screen of her tablet. “When you log on, your initial password is your birth year followed by the name of our team, Shannon’s Eight.”

  “Why that name?” Jason asked, knowing Brown had never met her.

  “Ms. Day died the same time as Black in the line of duty. Destiny’s loss is the Agency’s loss, too.”

  “That’s fitting.” Corey nodded.

  Jason punched in the temporary password and was sent to a prompt to set a new one. “This seems pretty basic, Brown.”

  “Keep going, Sheriff,” she instructed.

  Five minutes and several high-tech levels later, including Jason having to place his thumb on the screen for a fingerprint verification, the ROC’s contents were finally on its screen.

  Brown continued, “As you can see by file zero-one-six-zebra, Mitrofanov has moved the five million into diamonds. His second cousin is a top-tier fence, so it wasn’t difficult for him to do.”

  “Makes sense.” Dylan’s eyes remained on his own ROC. “Transporting gems is much easier than currency.”

  She nodded. “The Agency had blocked all the avenues to move the monies electronically.”

  Jason wanted to catch Mitrofanov and put an end to all the crap that had rained down in Destiny. My town to protect. “Where are the diamonds now?”

  “Somewhere in the Midwest,” she answered. “Word on the street is Mitrofanov owes the Chicago mafia a bundle.”

  “The Outfit doesn’t take kindly to debtors.” Corey looked up from his device that Brown had given him. “Niklaus better pay up or they will put the fat fuck in the grave.”

  “Glad to have you on the team, Marshal,” Brown said, vocalizing Jason’s sentiments exactly. “I’ve got eyes and ears on all of Mitrofanov’s old gang. No sign of him yet, but once Niklaus pops his head out anywhere, I’ll know it.”

  Jason looked up from his ROC. “Can Lunceford and Mitrofanov’s connection to the laptop Black retrieved from Russia help us find both fuckers?”

  “My guys back
at Langley found more on the device. There was an e-mail exchange we recovered buried deep in the cookies. Took some of our best to put it back together into something we could use.”

  “And?” Dylan asked.

  “Mitrofanov stiffed Lunceford,” she answered. “Niklaus was supposed to turn over half the money to Kip, but he never did. The last message from Lunceford to Mitrofanov was he was coming to collect what he was due.”

  Jason smiled, impressed by Brown’s skills. “So, if we find Mitrofanov or the money—we find Kip Lunceford, our primary target.”

  “You got it, Sheriff.”

  Moments later, the rest of Shannon’s Eight arrived.

  After Nicole, Matt, Sean, and Jena were brought up to speed, Brown finished the briefing. “Once we get a lock on anything, I will send Dylan, Matt, and Sean to extract our targets.”

  Mitrofanov had made Jason’s life hell the past several months. He wasn’t about to miss seeing the motherfucker’s arrest. “I want to be part of that mission, Brown.”

  “I was hoping you would.” After she advised them what the next steps would be in the mission, now dubbed Diamond Sweep, the meeting ended.

  They all shook each other’s hands. They were a team now with a common enemy. It felt good to be part of such a capable group.

  Jason turned to their new boss. “Brown, could I speak with you for a moment?”

  “What’s up, Sheriff?”

  “Dylan has been helping me with a stalker situation, but I think you have more resources than he does.”

  “Not sure I can help you with local issues, Jason.”

  “It might not be local. In fact, it might actually help with this mission.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “How?”

  “I have reason to believe the stalker might be Kip Lunceford.”

  Chapter Eight

  Phoebe held Lucas’s hand as they stood outside the chapel. He’d just returned from his overnight stay at the Boys Ranch. She’d enjoyed her time with Mitchell, but she’d missed Lucas. “I’m so glad Jena wanted to be married here.” They’d arrived early with Mitchell, since his band was providing the music. Wolfe Mayhem was inside setting up.