The McGilley Trilogy

by B J Wane

  “Donovan,” was all she managed to gasp out as he bent his head and took a slow lick over her clit just as the vibrations in both orifices were lowered a notch.

  “Still here, Anna. Tell me what you want.”

  That demand uttered in his implacable, hard voice sent a shiver through her as intense as those generated from the toys he had imbedded inside her. Just being with him like this, laying back and giving him all the control, knowing he wouldn’t give her anything she couldn’t handle, was an aphrodisiac in itself. The only way this night could get better was if he would fuck her, but she knew by the way he had kept his clothes on and from the frustrated, but determined look on his face when his eyes lingered on her nakedness that that wasn’t going to happen. Instead of bemoaning that disappointment, she shoved it aside and embraced what he was willing to give her.

  “Please, Donovan, make me come.”

  “Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll only make you wait a little longer.” With his eyes pinned on hers, he grabbed the base of the anal vibrator and slowly pumped it in and out of her tight hole, gauging her reaction as he simulated a cock taking her there. When she cried out softly, her eyes glazed over and her hips lifted to accept the shallow thrusts eagerly, he knew she was enjoying those new sensations.

  “Oh! I’ve…I’ve never done anything… there. That feels so…”

  When she floundered for an explanation, he supplied it for her. “Good?”

  “Yes, oh God, more than good.” Anna felt the pleasure stemming from having her ass stimulated for the first time both in her pussy and in her nipples, all three areas connected by invisible pathways she had never imagined existed or were possible. Her nipples were pointed straight up, aching for some attention, but she didn’t dare release her hold on the headboard and Donovan’s hands were extremely busy elsewhere. The girls were just going to have to wait, she thought as he nestled the anal plug back inside her then turned the vibrator back on.“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted over and over as the sensations were joined by ones in her pussy as he resumed the vibrations of that stimulator also.

  Donovan allowed the toys to take over while he sat back and enjoyed the sight of her coming apart again. Her voice, when she climaxed, echoed in the room and as he kept his hands braced on the inside of her thighs, keeping them spread as her hips thrashed, he thought she was the most stunning woman he had ever watched orgasm.

  As easily as she had come again, Anna slipped back into sleep, her body still shuddering from the pulses of pleasure still rolling through her, her hands slipping from the rails and dropping to cover her nipples. But not even that added incentive couldn’t keep her eyes open, her body being unaccustomed to such intense releases demanded its due.

  Thirty minutes later, when she showed no signs of stirring, Donovan stretched out on his couch with a spare pillow and blanket. He could’ve crawled in next to her, but lying next to her soft body, even keeping his own clothes on, would be too much temptation, and the guest room was out because it had a door and smaller windows, both threats to his lingering anxiety with closed in spaces.

  It felt like he had just dozed off when a startled cry woke him. For a disoriented moment, that cry sounded like the ones tortured out of Nathan and he was instantly thrown back into that small, windowless cell watching the young Marine he was responsible for writhing in agony as their jailor took perverse delight in making him scream while forcing Donovan to watch helplessly. Already suffering from three unattended bullet wounds, his death was imminent without treatment. But the Iraqi’s would much rather watch him die slowly, much rather get their kicks by denying either of them medical treatment and adding to his suffering. Nineteen year old Nathan died in his arms five days later and then it was his turn to take the brunt of their cruelty.

  The next soft cry brought him fully awake and by the meager light coming in the windows, he guessed it was barely dawn. Donovan sat up, straining to hear what had woken him and this time could make out a whimper of pain coming from his bedroom. With a feeling of both dread and anger, he swiftly strode down the hall and into his room, stopping at the side of his bed to see tears streaming down Anna’s face as she shook in the throes of a nightmare.

  One minute Anna was reliving the pain of Todd’s belt striking her already torn and infected flesh over and over and the next she was cradled against a hard body, a rough voice whispering words she could barely hear through the pounding of her heart.

  “Wake up now, Anna,” Donovan practically demanded as he felt her soft body jerking awake. “You’re with me, you’re okay. Wake up.” He thought he was doing an admirable job of holding himself together, especially considering how badly he wanted to be punching something, someone, right now. Then his stroking hands encountered the puckered scars on her back and his anger rose so fast to the forefront, he found himself holding even more tightly to her, more to keep himself anchored and in check than her. When she started to struggle, pulling away from him with a determination and a curse that got his attention, he loosened his hold but didn’t release her totally. “Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely, unable to stifle the anger he felt on her behalf completely.

  “I’m fine,” Anna answered stiffly as she tried once again to push away from him. Other than when she was being treated in the hospital, no one had touched her scars, no one had acknowledged them, and no one, until Donovan and his hired hand, had seen them. Since he had seen them, she hadn’t given any thought to exposing them when she undressed last night, but now, coming awake from a nightmare about how she got them, she wanted nothing more than to leave until she got herself under control again. “Let me go, Donovan.”

  Donovan loosened his arms and carefully looked over her body to see if his tight hold had left any marks. Thankfully, the only signs of abuse he saw were the wide, long scars running down her back as she rose stiffly and began to get dressed. Looking at her now, his gaze following those scars down to that lush ass, his eyes lingering on the tempting display of her pink, glistening slit as she bent slightly to pull on her thong panties, he wondered if he had subconsciously kept her on her back last night to avoid seeing them again. Given his swift reaction both times he had caught a glimpse of what she had suffered, he didn’t doubt it for a second. “Anna….”

  “I have to go,” she interrupted him abruptly. Except for the guilt, she had managed to put the past behind her, to set aside those days of fear and pain and move on. Her lapse last night, her first nightmare in over eighteen months, and she was ashamed he had to witness it. But she wasn’t a coward, and even though she suspected this was a one-time thing for him, especially given his reluctance to fuck her, now that she had a taste of what she had craved for so long, she didn’t intend to give it up, even if that meant seeking out Colin to get an invite to their club again, this time with the hopes of participating. Dressed now, she schooled her emotions, took a deep breath and turned back to face him, her breath catching at the sight of his shoulder length sandy hair tousled from sleep, his taut jaw no longer smoothly shaven but sexily beard roughened and his eyes watching her with burning anger and flaming desire that had her body responding instantly to. “I’m sorry I woke you. Thank you for last night. I can let myself out.”

  Donovan followed her silently down the hall, fuming because when she had turned to look at him, she had that same blank look in her eyes that she had the night he first met her, that look that irritated him and challenged him at the same time. More than anything, he wanted to replace that look with the one she wore all last night, one of surprise and pleasure, pleasure he had given her. Just as she opened the door, he asked abruptly, “Do you still want to go to the club?”

  Anna whipped around, surprise, excitement and that low hum of arousal she was beginning to associate with being around him filling her. “Yes, definitely,” she managed to answer, her embarrassment over her nightmare forgotten as she waited tensely for what he had to say.

  “Meet me at Casey’s about eight o’clock next S
aturday. I’ll take you up.” Donovan was rewarded by not only her eyes lighting up, but her entire, tear streaked face, and that look made his misgivings worthwhile.

  “Okay. Thank you, Donovan.” On impulse, she leaned forward and kissed him. He didn’t exactly encourage her, but he didn’t pull away either. Still, she thought as she pulled away, turned and headed out to her truck without another word, she wanted him enough she would take whatever he was willing to give for now.

  Donovan entered Casey’s darkened interior the next night, hoping a few hours hanging with his brothers and Mitch would improve his mood. Starting the day on little sleep, his cock pissed at him because he didn’t give in to its demands to fuck Anna last night then getting a call from Keith telling him the stables had been vandalized again accounted for most of his irritability. The rest he contributed to his unease over succumbing to a pair of fractured grey eyes and a made for fucking body. He still didn’t think it was wise for him to subject a woman with her past to his rougher brand of sex, so his only recourse now was to make sure he tempered his need to take her that way and concentrate on making her visit next Saturday everything she had dreamed about. In order to do that, he’d have to enlist the help of someone else.

  “I already grabbed you one,” Colin called out when Donovan made to stop at the bar to grab a Pepsi. “Come over here and tell me why I had to hear about the trouble at the farm through a friend at the Sheriff’s office instead of from you.”

  Donovan scowled at Colin, took the soda he held out to him and sat down. “It was no big deal. I figured you both were sleeping in with your girls, so I took care of it.”

  “What was taken?” Brett asked, taking note of the restless look on his face and the eyes that showed signs of sleeplessness. “Was it just your office they hit?”

  “Looks like it. My computer’s gone and the petty cash I keep in the desk. Other than the rest of the room being trashed, there wasn’t anything else missing from the stables or any other damage done.”

  “It doesn’t help that you don’t keep your office locked when you’re not there.” Even though Colin knew why Donovan refused to stay in a room with the door closed, he couldn’t figure out why he didn’t shut it up when he left. It had been an ongoing argument between them for years.

  “Don’t go there, cop,” Donovan warned, not wanting to get into a pissing match with him about his bad habits.

  “Don’t you guys have security cameras around the stables? Didn’t they pick up anything?” Mitch watched the brothers closely and was always ready to step in to defuse a potential blowup, especially when Donovan’s lack of safety measures collided with Colin’s cop instincts.

  “Blacked out again. I questioned Keith and Tony when I got there and made them rouse Ethan and Jimmy. All four were at a party last night. Ethan confessed to leaving early and returning to the bunk house before the others, but swears he didn’t see anything suspicious. Says he wasn’t feeling well and went right to bed.”

  “Do you believe him?” Colin asked.

  “He sure as hell didn’t look good, whether it was alcohol related or something else, I don’t know. None of them were too happy that I left the cleanup to them.”

  “Then all we can do is wait and see if the asshole tries to pawn the computer, since I doubt there’s anything of value on it as far as information.” Brett kept all the personal records for not only their farm business but their personal records on his computer in his office, precisely because they were too easily accessed at the stables. “At least the livestock are okay. That Friesian filly alone is worth a mint. What’re you going to name her?” By the look on Donovan’s face, Brett thought it best if they moved on to another topic.

  Donovan was more than ready to change the subject. As much as he appreciated his brothers and Mitch’s support, he wasn’t in the mood for lectures or concerned criticism. They knew they had a problem, but since there was nothing right now that could be done about it, he wanted to put it aside and concentrate on other matters, matters he had some semblance of control over. Besides, he was beginning to have his suspicions about who was responsible and he didn’t like where they were leading him. “I haven’t given it much thought. The guys are all pretty taken with her, especially Ethan. I thought I’d give them the honor.”

  “Just don’t let them come up with anything lame like Black Beauty,” Mitch drawled.

  “We already have a Beauty in the stables, so that’s out.” Donovan dealt the cards, then, when conversation switched to good natured teasing, he casually brought up the next subject that was sure to get their attention, damn it. “By the way, I’ll be bringing a guest to the club next week. I need a third if one of you is interested.”

  Stunned silenced reigned around the table for all of ten seconds. Donovan actually felt his lips lift in a smile as the three of them stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. He wasn’t about to tell them he had Anna at his house all night last night. That might give them heart attacks. “What?”

  “You’re bringing someone to the club? As in a woman?”

  Colin’s look was almost comical, Donovan thought with a resigned sigh to the inevitable questions he knew were coming. “Since when do I swing the other way?” he demanded. “Yes, a woman, and one you’ve met before, according to her.”

  “She’s a member?”

  “No, as a matter of fact she’s about as green as Kayla was a few weeks ago. Apparently, you allowed her and a friend to come up for about thirty minutes just to watch. Some special occasion or other.”

  “I don’t remember that, but if she’s got your attention enough that you’re willing to introduce her to the lifestyle, I can’t wait to meet her. But, I’m out on being a third. I’m a one woman man now.”

  “Me too,” Brett added then looked over at Mitch. “I guess that leaves you to do the honors.”

  “You guys aren’t nearly as much fun since you’ve gotten hooked,” Mitch said with a smile. “I’m game, Donovan. Anything I need to know?”

  “Yeah,” Donovan admitted, reluctant to tell them about Anna’s abuse, but he knew Mitch needed to know. “She has a past history of abuse, severe abuse.” At the scowls on the other three men’s faces, he held his hand up to forestall any questions. “She’s pretty closed mouthed about the details, you just need to know that we have to keep it low key.”

  The three of them were well aware of his occasional need for rough sex and now knew why he wanted a third for next week. Sometimes it was nice being as close to them as he was, nice knowing they’d have his back without any questions.

  “Bring her around, Donovan. We’ll see she’s taken care of,” Brett said, the anger on his face reflective of his personal dealings with abused women and children.

  “It’s a one-time thing,” he warned them lest they get any match making ideas into their heads.

  “Yeah, right. Seems to me that’s what I told Kayla too.”

  “Bite me,” Donovan grumbled at Brett’s comparison and concentrated on the cards dealt to him, much like he spent most of his time dealing with the hand life had dealt him since his capture seven years ago and the abuse he had taken that was responsible for his limitations now.

  He was so fucked, Ethan thought as he drove slowly back to the McGilley farm from the dump where he had unloaded Donovan’s computer. What had possessed him to take it, he didn’t know. Upon returning from the party, he had every intention of going right to bed, but upon spotting Dr. Kingston’s truck in Donovan’s drive, he had seen red. What the hell did a nice woman like her, one who had suffered so much, see in a man like him? Since he found being with the horses soothing, he had walked into the stables to simply spend some time with them, but the anger that had been churning in his gut since his mother’s death and learning her secret had taken hold of him again and he had gone in the office just to vent by tossing a few things around. Spotting the computer had given him an idea that maybe he could find something on there he could pass on to Dr. Kingston, something sh
e would find distasteful or questionable that would keep her from seeing Donovan again. But there hadn’t been anything of consequence which was why he was still baffling over why he had swiped the damn thing. The money he looked at as his due, a pittance of what was owed him after all this time, but the computer could lead the law to him, so he had made the hour long drive to the city dump, waiting until after dark to toss it.

  Spending Thanksgiving with the three men he despised most, seeing how happy Brett was with Kayla and hearing about Colin’s budding relationship with Olivia as well as meeting the woman who had raised all three, despite the fact Colin and Donovan weren’t hers, just so they could be raised together as a family, hadn’t done anything to improve his attitude toward them. Ever since that day, he had fallen into a depression he couldn’t shake out of, questioned his actions and the motives behind them until he convinced himself to let go of his animosity, to hang on to the job he had slowly come to appreciate and love, and concentrate on school instead of his bitterness.

  But somehow, just seeing Dr. Kingston at Donovan’s house so late last night, knowing what the two of them were doing and knowing Donovan never, ever had anyone but his brothers at his house, especially women, had tossed his emotions right back into a cauldron of swirling confusion, anger and despair. For some reason, he couldn’t stand to see the men who had everything he was denied his whole life find even more happiness with someone special when he was all alone.