“So full! Fuck! So big—” Violet’s gasps turned to screams as they began to move, thrusting in and out unrelenting. Another orgasm slammed into her, her body held tight as the two worked against her clenches and movement.
“Keep her going, I’m gonna blow!” Hulk growled, his hips thrusting up frantically opposite of Kodiak. In and out they alternated, her tightness choking their dicks until neither man could restrain their own release. With Violet still in the waves of her orgasm, Kodiak slammed into her, his head rolling backwards as he let out a roar. His dick jerked inside her, spurting stream after stream of his come, filling her ass. Not long after Hulk went off, his groans matching the ferocity of Kodiak’s. Their release amplified her own, tearing through her violently as she thrashed between them for what seemed like an eternity. The ripples continued, and the men continued their movements until the last subtle jerk inside her body.
Kodiak hurried to pull out, not wanting her to feel any sting as she floated down, and went to fetch a warm cloth to clean her up. When he returned, Violet lay nestled against Hulk’s chest, her pants matching his in desperation for oxygen. He quickly wiped her tender areas and crawled up to cocoon her in between them, petting her soothingly until they all floated down from the amazing high they’d just shared.
“That was…” Violet smiled, not thinking of a word to even compare to what they’d just done.
“Amazing,” Hulk finished for her.
“Mind blowing,” Kodiak added. They kissed her sweetly, letting their love show through their actions instead of words. Lost in the moment Violet sighed, feeling more loved than any woman in the universe.
“We will cherish you forever, baby.” Hulk kissed her forehead, his hand caressing over her body.
“Mmm. Promise?” she asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Without a word the two showered her in affection, doing just that, cherishing her. Every movement made her feel like the most loved woman in the universe. And when she thought it would end, it was only the beginning once again.
Over and over they made love that night until all three passed out on the bed. Legs and arms entwined, Violet went to sleep knowing there was no place she’d rather be than right here with her two soul mates forever.
The following days they received an abundance of support and well wishes from the rest of the family. It didn’t take long for Hulk and Kodiak to move her stuff into one of the bigger cabins without telling her first, not that their antics were a surprise. They both found little ways to get her going on a tangent so they could carry her off to the bedroom, or behind the barn, or wherever they happened to find a secluded spot to silence her. For what might seem to be an unconventional arrangement, for the three it was more than perfect. Pissing off their little delicate flower never felt so good.
Hulk had improved a great deal, and with all of the support he’d regained his confidence and self worth. Granted, it wasn’t easy and never would be. He’d thought he’d lost it all the night his less frequent nightmares had taken control of him once again and he’d punched Violet in the middle of the back so hard she’d been projected from the bed and awoke when she hit the wall. Hitting a woman was the worst sin a man could commit in his book, and despite her pleading and the reassurance he’d received from Kodiak after he struggled to forgive himself.
He’d insisted on sleeping on the couch for the next week, taunted by Violet’s naked parades in front of the television as she went to bed each night and the torturous agony of listening to Kodiak make love to her night after night. They’d both intentionally rubbed it in, going as far as to make eye contact while he was left alone, forced to tend to his own needs. Hulk’s resolve and stubbornness had dissipated one night when Violet had taken him by surprise and stripped beside him, leaning in for a dominating kiss. Kodiak leaned over her bent over frame, shoving into her with enough force she reached to brace herself—on his painfully erect cock. Mentally he fought the situation but physical need took over. That night, he’d made love to her ‘til the morning sun broke the sky and the guilt was gone. His stubbornness was another issue…not that she was complaining.
The two rings she was presented with were just another case in point that arguing with them was a hopeless cause on certain subjects. Her finger felt like it carried an entire diamond quarry, but this time there was no room for argument. Being spoiled by two over bearing dominating men had its advantages… especially when they used dirty tactics to stop her protests on the cost of the jewelry she wore. Violet learned quick that when they wanted to get their way, she was no match for their tactical experience and interrogation skills. Her body was the traitor, always submitting more easily than her brain, which was never far behind...not that she was complaining.
Epilogue
“I don’t know why he isn’t home yet, how many times do I have to tell you? Why are you bringing this up now anyway?” the woman’s voice said.
“Because the sooner we get this little problem wrapped up, the sooner you will have that hot body in a bikini on the banks of somewhere tropical…and far, far, away,” a man answered.
“I’ll make a couple calls and see if those trashy little bimbos know anything. Now, where are you taking me for dinner?” She let out a gasp when he rolled on top of her.
“I thought we’d stay in tonight. I have what I want to eat right here.” He pushed into her already well-used hole, fighting back the urge to prod a little farther south. She didn’t seem as adventurous in the bedroom as she did with his credit card so he settled back nestled between her thighs, working her body until her attention was on his movements and not on his words. “Are you sure you don’t know anything else? I’d hate for our time to be cut short from an unannounced arrival…”
“No. No one is coming, now give me what I need—” her words muffled from his kiss.
“Well well. What do we have here.” Pop stared at the man who was pile driving his wife, his eyes lethal. “In our bed even, how quaint.” He reached for his gun, aiming it straight at the tangled duo. If either made a move, it’d be a twofer shot. With the cost of ammo, why waste a bullet on a cheating, lying, soon-to-be ex-wife spy and her politician lover. He flipped open his phone and rang the others, shoving it back into his pocket.
“Fuck! I thought you said he wasn’t coming home!” the man mounted on his wife screamed.
“And just what do you think you’re going to do? Shoot us? Please.” Her snotty tone set his temper even higher.
“No. I’m going to wait until the team gets here and turn our good Senator over to the authorities. I’m sure the press will have plenty to discuss with him. As for you, a bullet would be too kind. I plan on ripping your cold dead heart out of your chest.” When the two tried to move, Pop cocked the gun, the clicking sound echoing through the room. He set the sites straight to the back of Senator Nelson’s head and broadened his stance, ready to pull the trigger.
Books by Willow Brooke
Twisted Fate Series
Twisted Time
Releasing the Spirit
Coming Soon: Book Three
Breaking Protocol
Cadence of Love
Broken Battlefield, Mended Hearts
Mission: Compromised Submissive
Enlisting Her Heart
Coming Soon: Book Five
Wickedly Ever After
Robin and Her Merry Men
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Cabin Fever
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Excerpt from Robin and Her Merry Men
Wickedly Ever After Book One
By Willow Brooke
Robin stepped out into the cool night air and gulped in a deep cleansing breath. Ah, the sweet scent of wealth. Good ol’ Gregory was past due for a generous donation to the poor, and she was here to collect. Tuesday nights both he and his wife attended the country
club for cocktails, overpriced prime rib, and social gossip. The only one left at home was sweet Ellie. Ellie was the family’s Shih Tzu. One belly rub and a hot dog she was sure had never been brought through the doors later and Ellie was her best friend.
She effortlessly jumped over the back fence, landing both feet on the ground with a quiet thud, and headed to the trellis. She had discovered earlier during one of her first ‘collection visits’ that the office window lock was broken. Now, it was her door in and out. As she scaled up the side of the house, noise from inside caught her attention. Shit! Their cars are gone. Did they have guests? Hoping that a television had been carelessly left on she continued up and in through the small window.
Once inside, she knew her worst fears were correct. Except, by the sound of things, the question as to who was home still remained. Keeping a low profile, she crouched down and remained in the shadows to get a better look through the cracked door. A man she had never seen before paced up and down the hall with his cell phone attached to his ear, his voice loud and angry. The shadows kept her from getting a good look, but his broad muscular shoulders and enormous arms made her feel sorry for whoever was on the other end of that phone.
“Don’t mind me. I just dropped in to pick up a few things,” Robin whispered to herself. She could have said it out loud and chances of being herd were next to none going by the one-sided heated argument she was witnessing.
With a shrug she waited until his back was turned and crept down the hall into the master bedroom. Mrs. Naylor’s jewelry was kept in an unlocked chest on her dresser, and always was a quick grab when she was in a crunch. Each time her collection grew, usually from the guilt of Mr. Naylor’s extra-marital activities.
Tonight was no different except he must have been a very bad bad boy. The jewelry case was stocked with new and bigger bling than most rap stars ever saw in their lifetime. Huge precious stones and gems set in the most exquisite settings lined the velvet interior in neat little rows. “No time to window shop today, I’ll take one of everything please.” She dumped the contents in her bag and hurried back the way she came, hoping to make it out before the angry man wasn’t distracted. She neatly put everything back in place and eased out of the room to her exit. Just as she slipped in the office door, Mr. tall, mysterious, and sexy turned around. Shit! Did he see me? She darted toward the window just as he came barreling into the room. Their eyes locked in an intensity that had her heart pounding through her chest. His dark blue eyes held her hypnotized. Robin flashed him a seductive smile, hooking her repelling cable to the frame and jumped down the two stories in one bounce. She had already unhooked and was out of sight when he peered out, laughing.
Excerpt from Cabin Fever
by Willow Brooke
Jammi pondered her life, going over the ‘if's’ and ‘why didn't I's’ the entire trip. She had no collage degree, besides a few hours at the community building in the small town she had grown up in. Friendship, Texas, wasn't known for much of anything. The jobs were all blue collar with no extra education needed unless you moved a hundred miles in any direction. She had planned on staying there forever, just like her parents had, and some day settling down to have a family and plant roots with Danny Lawson. So much for that idea. Now, the open road was the door to new opportunities, and she was in the prime of her life. This little thought fueled her to press on, giving her the ray of positivity to bring a small little smile to her face.
With only five miles left to go, Jammi eased down the road, remaining in a hydroplane most of the way. When her tires hit something that had floated into her lane, she set off in a dead spin. “Shit!” Just like her daddy had taught her, she turned the wheel in an attempt to correct the wheels and get the vehicle to a stop. She watched as the edge moved in closer and closer, sending her heart up into her throat. If she didn't get stopped now, she was going to slam into the guardrail. “Please let it hold up!” Her voice squeaked the moment her front bumper made contact with the metal. Three more times she turned, smashing against the tiny barrier that kept her from pummeling over the side to instant death. She finally screeched to a stop, just as the car made a clunking noise and shut off. Her first reaction was relief that she had survived and was alive. “Oh my God. Thank you, Jesus.” Her head leaned back against the headrest. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks in rivers of relief.
The throbbing in her fingers came to her attention as she unlocked the death grip she had on the steering wheel. Wiggling and rubbing each hand, she tried to work blood back into them to help with the ache. If it weren't such a dangerous spot, Jammi would have been half tempted to recline her seat back and sleep in her car until daylight. As the weather stood, there was no telling if or when the mud slides and drain off would gush over the side of the cliff, and take her with it. Plus, with her being on the bend of a rather nasty curve, any passerby could slam into her and send her tumbling over the edge.
Rubbing the tears away, she sat back up and cranked the ignition. The first crank resulted in a few sputtering sounds, then nothing. Her second attempt was about the same, and the third, it refused to even turn over. “Shitty-shitballs!” she yelled in frustration. “Great! I get to walk in a downpour on this twisted, dark, spooky ass road and hope I don't get hit by a friggin' Mack truck. This day keeps getting better and better!” With one final pound to the steering wheel, she unbuckled and turned to the back seat, rummaging for her raincoat buried in the over-stuffed trash bags that held everything she owned. After tearing holes in four bags, she spotted the bright pink plastic material and yanked it out the side, shredding the bag in two. “Ughhh!” Coat in hand and her cell tucked safely in her bra to keep it dry, she grabbed her keys and suited up. With any luck, the coat would keep her from getting totally soaked to the bone and she wouldn't catch pneumonia before she found the small amount of civilization that lay only half a mile from her destination.
On the count of three, she opened the door and stepped out into the torrential downpour. Her feet were soaked through before she could even step away from the car. With a small shoulder on each side of the road, she knew it was either hurry or risk becoming road kill. The water sloshed up to her knees, making the trek even more rugged. “Lord, please don't let this be how I die. If it is my time, let me go out more gracefully. I don't want to fall to my death from the bumper of a vehicle or from pneumonia. Send lightning or something that will be fast and painless.” She spoke to the darkness, wishing now she would have grabbed the flashlight out of the glove box. The car was at least half a mile back, and there was no way in hell she was going back to get it. The pitch-blackness started screwing with her mind, setting fear into her gut. What if's began snowballing in her mind, making each step pure torture. She began to jog, ignoring the burn that set into her thighs and calves. Oh, she was sooo taking a hot bath when she got to her new home. “Shit! That is going to be kinda hard when all of my dry clothes and toiletries are in the damn car!” Now, she ran on anger. It helped some, keeping the negative ways she could die at bay. Lights showed ahead, giving her the little boost of hope she needed. Her feet were so cold and numb that pins and needles shot up her legs, making each step agonizing.
By the time she made it to the parking lot of the small little store, she couldn't fight the tears that flowed. The past few days had taken its toll, and now her walls were finally starting to crumble. She ran into the parking lot of the tiny convenience store using the last little bit of energy she had left. Most of the lights were off, but there was a pick-up truck parked in the front, and she prayed someone was still there cleaning up for the night. Her hand felt like it would fall off as she rapped against the glass door. Jammi looked in, watching for any sign of movement. She huffed a deep sigh of relief when a figure walked out of the back toward her. She couldn't make out his face from the rain that gushed down her face, but knew inside meant warmth and dryness, and if she was lucky, something hot to drink.
Excerpt from Releasing the Spirit
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nbsp; By Willow Brooke
Zarah had awoke at the continual sound of cabinets being slammed and dishes rattled. Tonight, the unworldly things that took up residency in her home took it a step further. They had graduated rapidly from the ordinary books flying off the shelves to lights coming on and doors locking by themselves to dirty place settings and half eaten food lying on the table. Tonight, she had been attacked. While in the shower, something had locked her in the glass stall and turned off the cold water, scolding her skin. Due to all of the what if scenarios she had went over and over in her mind from the numerous horror movies she watched, she had instinctively used her elbow to shatter the glass and escape before any seriously injuries occurred. With blood running down her arm, she ran. Things started to fly at her violently, and somehow what she had concluded was a poltergeist was able to make physical contact with her despite the beliefs that they couldn’t. Scratches raked down her cheek, dripping blood and burning enough to make her totally aware of it despite the fear fest she faced.
She’d grown used to the apparitions that shared the nineteenth century hotel with her, and had learned to coincide with them harmoniously up until now. For the most part the premonitions she saw and heard were friendly, or just wanted attention and to be noticed. The grand ballroom that once was filled with couples dancing on the old wooden floor was now occupied with the same crowd and music—only in a more translucent form than before. She had stepped into the room on many occasions and been knocked smack dab in the middle of a formal ball, going unnoticed as couples walked around and through her carrying on. The strange thing was, she hadn’t been startled in the least. Her entire life she had experienced contact of all sorts with things of the unknown. From early on, Zarah had been different, but chalked it up to having more intuition than others.
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