“Yes. Oh God, I can’t believe this is happening. Take me, too, so it’s complete and real. Please, Rusty, do it.”
He ran his hands along her ass, aligned his cock with her pussy, and pushed right into her ass.
“What a fucking sight. She’s lethal, bro, so fucking lethal,” Stack said as he watched Rusty thrust into her ass.
“I’m there. I’m fucking there,” Pisces said, and she lowered down and kissed him on the mouth as he thrust upward. Her legs widened, and then he came, held her as he shook. Then Rusty wrapped his arm around her mid section and cupped her breast. Her head lowered, and Pisces slid out. She was now on all fours on the bed, and they all watched Rusty thrusting into her ass.
“Rusty. Yes, yes, more, oh please more.” She started pushing back against his cock.
“Fuck. You want more? I’ll give you more, baby. So much more.” He thrust into her deeper, faster, and she cried out her release and came. He followed, shaking behind her, and Pisces rubbed his mouth and looked at Stack and Finlin.
“She’s officially ours. In the morning we inform Spartan and the others.” Finlin nodded, but Stack just stared at her as Rusty eased out and then rolled her to her back, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her everywhere.
“Stack?” Pisces whispered to him.
He shook his head. “I need a minute. I’ll grab a washcloth and towel.”
Pisces looked at Finlin, squinting his eyes. “He’s in shock. It will work out. Don’t worry,” Finlin whispered.
Chapter Six
“So let me get this straight, you’re telling me the deputies let them go?” Finlin asked Cesar over the phone. He was sitting watch with Stack while Pisces and Rusty slept with Thylane between them. It was three a.m. when his cell phone rang.
“They had no choice, Finlin. If they detained them, or gave them any indication that she’s in town, nearby, or that we’re onto this situation, who the hell knows how that stop would have gone down? They claimed to be looking at houses in the area to move into. That someone told them there was a house for sale on that street. Tobias bullshitted them, totally drew them into friendly conversation, and even had them out of the car as he described the area like he was some dumb hick cop. Meanwhile, the video on his patrol car camera recorded everything but, most importantly, what they look like and their license pate. So what would you like to do with the information?”
“First, thank Tobias for his military background and quick thinking, then send it to Spartan. He’ll know who to use to run those dicks’ mugs through the system. Did you get more information on Thylane’s past and that incident with her uncle and the business?”
“I was working on it, but then Spartan said that Cole, Farrow, Luke, and J.T would have it covered. They should be getting aback to you soon.”
“Shit, if he put those guys on it, then something came up.”
“I know. She definitely handled those agents well, and I had no idea she knew how to use a gun. You did hear about the incident at the Filling Station a few weeks back?”
“No, what situation?”
“Some asshole came up to her flirting and then tried to cop a feel.”
“What?” Finlin asked, all pissed off.
“It gets better. In a flash, she pulled some martial arts moves, punched him in the nose, breaking it, and then swept his feet out from under him and he was on his ass. Seems she has some abilities.”
“I guess so. I suppose there’s some things to learn about her.”
“She’s a good woman. You and your men be sure before you stake a claim.” Finlin looked at Stack, who was staring out the window, still looking serious with his gun on the table in front of him, prepared to jump into action.
“We’ll talk later today. Thanks for the info.”
He ended the call and looked at Stack.
“Everything okay?” Stack asked him.
“Seems some assholes were doing a drive-by at Thylane’s house.”
“What? Did they catch them?”
“Tobias let them go, but he stopped them to question them and made them think he was some hick cop. The video on his patrol car was rolling, and he got them out of the car bullshitting, so there’s clean shots of both men and, of course, their license plate. He felt it was better to not let on to knowing anything, so he let them go.”
“So who is going to check into these guys?”
“Cesar called Spartan, and he put Farrow and his team on it.”
“Shit. They must have found out something more about Thylane’s family and the hostage situation.”
“I’m thinking the same thing. We’ll find out in a few hours. If you want to take a rest, go ahead. I don’t think we’ll have any visitors. No one knows that she’s here, and anyone who was looking would have to go through security.”
“I’m good.” Stack leaned back into the couch.
“Hey, no regrets. I know she packed a hell of a punch, but this is real. I won’t let anyone hurt her or break her heart.”
Stack squinted his eyes at him.
“So you’re saying you think I could?”
“I’m not saying anything, just telling you I get it. You’ve lived a bit on the wild side when it came to women. She’s different. We took her virginity, man. She’s been with no other men but us. That’s heavy shit.”
“Fuck, don’t I know it.” Stack ran his fingers through his hair and then rubbed the light beard on his cheeks. He stared at Finlin.
“She’s exceptional. I can’t get enough of her. I want her right now, and over and over again. I want to hold her, inhale her scent, mark her as my woman. It’s fucking carnal, insane, and so fucked up.”
“No, it isn’t, man. I feel it, too.”
“Then how are you so fucking calm?”
“I’m not as calm as I look. I’m worried, about a commitment to her, about our relationship with one another and her, about it working out, and about how instantly she became a part of us. On top of all that, I’m concerned about this situation and the potential of danger for her. Yorkshire is insane. He’s relentless, sneaky, and so damn dangerous they called a soldier like me, with my capabilities, to get close enough to find him and keep track of him. He finds out who I am, he’s the kind of asshole that will go after each of you, and our friends, too. He finds out we’re Thylane’s lovers? I don’t even want to think about the further danger she’ll be in. This fucking meeting better go as planned.”
“Those feds have to have their fucking shit together, or they could lose their opportunity to capture him.”
“Exactly. So don’t be so tough on yourself or put distance between you and her and us. Embrace it, man. We found a woman we all care for, are attracted to, and shared making love to together. It was way more powerful than anything.”
“You’re telling me? I was in a panic at how I felt taking her together with you guys. I looked at her, letting Rusty make love to her next and then hold her in his arms, and I wasn’t fucking jealous. I was turned on, aroused, and fucking emotional, man. Me?” he said and pointed to his chest.
Finlin nodded and held a serious expression. “We all felt it. It was vulnerability, that connection so deep it shocked us all. But it felt right. Familiar, man. We’ll take our time, and it will work out. Just don’t get so freaked out that you push her away. She risked a lot letting us in, letting us claim her based solely on this attraction and the desire around all of us. It’s real, and we need to protect her and this relationship with everything we have.”
* * * *
“What is the plan of action?” Agent Roth asked Agent Ferrow.
“To get her in here alone. To question her and see if she knows anything, but mostly to gain her trust. That way, if we can’t catch Yorkshire with Hopper, then we’ll go to plan B.”
“Plan B?” Roth asked, and Agent Ferrow looked around them as they stood in the room they were using as a command center. The other agents were working on monitoring Merritt Hopper.
Agent Plan
kin looked up from the computer he was working on but then looked back down. Agent Ferrow would keep this idea between him and Agent Roth.
“Where we use her as bait.”
“Seriously?” Roth asked. Agent Ferrow stared at him. He knew that catching Yorkshire, never mind Hopper, would be the best bust in the agency. He would be able to pick and choose the investigations he ran, and eventually the location he would do those investigations from. These two criminals were the Holy Grail of captures.
“I want these two men captured and put away for life. I want to be the one to bring them down. So keep this between us. Hopefully we won’t need to go to plan B.”
Roth nodded. “What about Finlin?”
“We need to find out what he knows and then remove him from the case.”
“But he could probably go in and take them both down.”
“That’s my job. I mean our job. We won’t need him. We’ll capture both men, and this will all be over twenty-four hours from now.”
* * * *
“I want to know where she went. Was that too much to ask?” Yorkshire spoke to one of his soldiers.
“There was a cop there, surveilling the neighborhood. Some redneck guy who wouldn’t stop talking.”
“Find out where she works. Her schedule, anything that can lead me to finding her before Saturday.”
“It’s Friday, Yorkshire.”
“I know what farking day it is. Find her!” He ended the call and looked across the hotel room at the bed. The brunette lay there still, quiet, and covered with blood. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat back in the chair then looked at his knuckles. They were red. He’d pounded on her so hard. He needed to take the edge off. He wouldn’t be patient with Thylane when he had her in his arms, on the plane to Ireland. She was shy and delicate, nothing like this whore. He clenched his teeth and then blew the smoke through his nostrils.
He thought about the meeting tomorrow. He needed to get in and out of there quickly. Grab the money, hand over the key codes to the warehouse facilities where the weapons needed to be delivered to. His gut clenched. After killing that agent the fucking feds were stupid enough to plant in Foley’s, the dumb fucks. He knew he was being watched. He’d eliminated that threat, but he wondered if somehow there were others he missed. His eyes always landed on Thylane. He hadn’t expected her to be so lovely, so intriguing. She could be perfect with some training and discipline.
She would paint for him. He could watch her to relax and calm his mind from the important job he had and the deals he made his millions on. He could make love to her on the grassy hill overlooking the ocean. It was all coming together like he imagined. His last trip here to the States. He had his army developing on their own, his connections and opportunities abroad. He just needed to finish this final deal with Hopper. The added intrigue on Thylane was her connection to the hostage situation and her father’s and uncle’s business dealings with Hopper. He needed to dig deeper, and who better than his inside man to do the digging for him? He looked at his cell phone and dialed the number. He stared at the brunette. He probably shouldn’t have killed her, but sometimes his rage was beyond his control. It’s what made his enemies fear him. These federal agents would fear him, too.
“Yo.”
“I need some information.”
“It will cost ya.”
“When doesn’t it?” he replied.
The chuckle came across loud and clear.
“The heat is on.”
“No shit, lad. It’s nothing too difficult. There’s this woman. Thylane Mosely. I need everything you can get, specifically her connection to Hopper.”
“She’s high interest, buddy. I can tell you that much.”
“Others are looking?”
“Yes.”
“She’s mine.”
“Then you need to move quickly. Give me an hour and I’ll get what you need, and for a hundred grand more, I’ll assist in pinpointing her location for you to grab her.”
Yorkshire smirked, took a deep inhale from his cigarette, then released the smoke and eased back into his seat.
“For a hundred grand, your ass can fucking deliver her to me,” he said, and the guy chuckled.
“Be ready for the heat attached to this one.”
“Oh, I’m more than ready. Tomorrow I’ll give you the location to bring her to.”
“Got it.”
He ended the call and then smiled softly. It would all be resolved tomorrow. He would have his two million from Hopper, a woman to take back home to Kinsale, and the final laugh on these dumb-fuck federal agents who thought they can fool a man like him. Never. I always win. Always.
He couldn’t help but to think about Foley’s again and that agent he’d killed. Could he have been a decoy to another, or was he simply that bad of an undercover agent?
His concern about the agent grew a little stronger in his gut. What if there was another one? What if someone overheard him speaking with Franco? He reached for the phone, dialed the number. When he heard the voice, he spoke quickly.
“Change the location and time. Not a word to anyone but Hopper or I’ll know you double-crossed me and I’ll have you eliminated. Get back to me with the details.” He ended the call. They would not trick him or catch him so easily. No, he was smarter than all of them. He would always be steps ahead, and this time, he would take a trophy from America.
* * * *
Thylane felt the cocoon of warmth around her and smiled to herself. It had been real. She blinked her eyes open to find Rusty holding her tight, her leg over his upper thigh with his hand on her bare ass. His face was practically against her breast, along with a snug thick arm around her waist connected to Pisces, who was wedged up against her. The three of them were entwined, and she actually felt content, not shocked, not overwhelmed, but content and, of course, protected. With that thought, the situation came flooding back to her mind.
She thought about the situation, about having to meet those agents this morning and what would happen next. Then she thought of her father, of her cousins, and wondered, if this man Yorkshire was so bad, would her family be in danger? She thought about the situation her father was trying to resolve with Charlie Soyer. What if the feds started to look into her father’s business? It would be the worse freaking timing with him trying to hide what he’d been forced to do. She felt sick to her stomach with instant worry. It could turn into one huge mess, and her father, all of them, could lose the company, their jobs and livelihood. Her cousins would be devastated.
She gasped when a tongue licked her nipple, and she looked down, only for Rusty to suckle on her nipple and breast.
“Morning, sexy,” Pisces said to her and nipped her shoulder.
The two of them were awake and had been playing possum. Rusty’s hand, which was on her ass, pulled her thigh snugger against him as he rolled, his mouth still connected to her breast, making her follow him. Behind her, Pisces kissed down her shoulders and back to the tattoo on her hip. His fingers grazed over it, tracing the tattoo. It was kind of small. A trail of colorful flowers leading along her hipbone. When she felt his mouth suckle against it and then press her over Rusty, she closed her eyes and moaned.
Rusty pulled her thigh higher up against him, opening her up to Pisces’s ministrations. A finger slid into her cunt, and she moaned and reached back to Pisces. When he slid her arm gently back, bending it and restraining it softly as he stroked her pussy, she felt the spasm and she rocked against his fingers.
“So responsive and giving. Your body knows already. Senses us, our touch, our need to claim you.” He suckled against her shoulder as he pressed against her back.
“Yes. Oh please, Pisces.” She begged for it. All other thoughts ceased to exist. She felt instantly attached to these men. To feel that connection, that bond and completion she felt when their cocks were buried deep in her cunt and even her ass. Oh God, had that been amazing last night. She rocked against his fingers, and she felt disappointed when
he pulled them out, but then he grunted and pressed her hand firmer against her lower back as he slid his cock into her cunt from behind. The way the three of them were pressed together was so erotic and wild. She moaned and then felt Rusty grip her chin. He stared into her eyes.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I want you, too. Can you handle it?” he asked as Pisces slowly rocked his cock into her cunt.
“Yes. Yes, Rusty.”
“Pisces, together. Our woman needs us together,” he said, and Pisces nipped her neck and thrust a little deeper.
“Whatever Thylane wants. Whatever she needs, we’ll give her.” He slid out.
“Come here,” Rusty told her, gripped her ass, and lifted her up on top of him. He maneuvered toward the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off, and she straddled his waist as Pisces got up off the bed and reached for the tube of lube. Rusty ran his palm up her breast to her throat and chin. He gripped her there, making her focus on him.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Every inch of you.”
She smiled down at him and ran her palms up his chest. “You’re the beautiful one, Rusty. All these muscles, you’re so big.”
He gave her a wink as he thrust upward.
“You make me big,” he said, and she looked down to see his thick, hard cock.
“Take me inside of you. Stop fucking teasing me,” he commanded, his hand once again possessively holding her throat and jaw.
She lifted up, her body shivering. She was turned on every time one of these men, if not all of them, restrained her. She was shocked. She lifted up, aligned her pussy with his cock, and slowly slid down him. She was achy as she cringed a moment. He gripped her hip with his free hand.
“Are you too sore?”
“What?” Pisces asked, sliding his palm up along her back to her shoulder.
“No, not too sore. Please, I’m good.”
Rusty winked at her. He ran his hand from her jaw to her hair.
“You’ll get used to being the lover of four men. You’ll see.” He pulled her down to kiss him.
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