Dallas slammed into her, hammering past her folds with incredible force. He stroked her pussy with a deliberate tempo as Houston pressed inside her, patting her backside with the palm of his hand as he took his time and found a specific way to tap her ass.
Lynlee gripped Austin’s shaft, twirling her tongue around his shape. His head bowed and he fucked her mouth. Shifting his weight, he lowered himself a little more, taking a fistful of her hair in order to keep her face tilted toward his groin.
“Damn, you give good head,” Austin said, encouraging her.
Her body writhed under the penetration as she slurped the end of Austin’s cock. His cock swelled between her cheeks, and she longed to have a good taste of him. His pace changed, and he thrust between her cheeks, biting down hard on his lip. “Oh, Lynlee, I’m close.”
“Sweet God,” Dallas crooned, stroking her. “Such a tight little thing, aren’t ’cha?”
Austin pounded her throat, moaned, and grunted. Houston made a claim on her ass and Dallas took a slow grind, burying his cock to the hilt.
This was too hot, too fucking good to stop, but the end was drawing near. Lynlee rose to the crest of Austin’s pulsing dick and choked out, “I’m coming.”
Then, she bucked against Houston, arched her back and gave Dallas plenty of room to play with her nipples. His head dropped to her chest and he devoured her breasts, tweaking her hard points until she was nothing more than a vessel of pleasure.
Austin grunted and soon found his release. As a jet of hot cum shot down her throat, Lynlee found satisfaction. The taste of Austin inspired her, and she undulated like a violent wind, rocking one way and then another, swaying to and fro until she was dizzy, inebriated, and completely swept away by three men who obviously felt compelled to love her.
“That’s it, sugar,” Dallas crooned. “Milk it, honey. Oh yeah, ride my cock, doll.”
Her hips pumped forward and back. Austin slipped away from her mouth. Houston spanked her, his hand striking her ass with a beat that heated her pussy as much as her bottom.
They stretched her as they entered her, and her walls tingled, collapsing with the forceful penetration. And then the wave came, the final tide that pushed her over to the other side.
“Come!” Dallas screamed, gritting his teeth, staring at her breasts.
“Fuck!” Houston cried out, pumping harder and faster.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, feeling the warmth of their release washing over her, the hot semen traveling inside her from front to back. “It’s hot….too good…so good. Don’t you dare quit!”
And even after they came, Houston and Dallas didn’t stop until a few patient men made them move aside so they, too, could take the first ride of the night.
Chapter Eleven
There was something to be said for making new friends, treasuring the old. The triplets had only just moved aside when Royce, Blaine, Carlisle, and Lantry joined her. They’d cleaned her with warm rags and then doused her in lube all over again. Blaine rubbed the lubricants over her pussy and ass, watching her carefully as he pampered her.
Rhett entered the room. She realized then how much she’d been enjoying Blaine’s careful attention. Once his hands roamed over her she hadn’t acknowledged Dallas, Austin, and Houston. She immediately felt a strange sense of loss.
A sudden fear took hold when she realized they were gone and Rhett appeared. “We’re not safe,” Lynlee whispered, as Lantry brought her back against his chest.
“You’re always safe with me,” Lantry promised. “You know this, Lynlee.”
“Yes, but—”
“There’s no but,” he argued. “Just relax.”
Lynlee tried to follow his lead, spreading her legs over his large limbs when he pressed the tip of his dick to her ass. “Lynlee?”
“Yes?”
“You’re tense,” Lantry told her, kissing her nape. “Relax, hon.”
Lynlee looked up at Blaine, and he winked. “Everything is just fine.”
She earned a quick nod and wink from Rhett who placed a hand on Carlisle’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Carlisle asked, concern washing over his face.
“I’m always ready for you,” she promised, staring down the length of her body as Carlisle and Rhett entered her pussy together, stretching her. “Oh my God!” she cried out. “Maybe take things a little slower than usual.”
Their entry made her realize the kind of loving she’d endured. The triplets had satisfied her in a way that left her tired, but in many ways prepared her for more.
Carlisle tilted his head. Lantry entered her. Blaine stood at the side of the bed, reaching between bodies in order to tweak her nipples.
Her mouth was dry. She needed a kiss. But not just any kiss. She needed one man’s kiss.
Carlisle and Rhett fucked her, locking arms to steady themselves as they entered, retreated, and entered again.
Lantry held her torso and took her ass, sliding inside the outer ring, puckered and ready. “Damn, sugar, you feel nice. Work that body for me, hon.”
Lynlee’s hips shot forward. Carlisle and Rhett pounded inside her, taking strong strokes simultaneously.
Blaine took her hand in his and leaned over to drop a tender, sweet kiss upon her lips. Next, Royce was there, kissing her like he might not have the chance later today, or even tomorrow. His tongue thrust between her firmly set lips, and she released a satisfied sigh, indulging in the careful way his mouth entertained hers.
She was already there, ready to come, and she didn’t need much coaxing. Royce pushed down on her wrist, and with a helping hand, he guided her, allowing her to pump him with even, short strokes.
Blaine put his dick in her mouth, feeding her his size as he watched the others enjoy her. Lantry growled, spread her cheeks, and gave another four thrusts, just enough to find his pleasure.
“Oh yes, sugar!” he screamed. “Squeeze that pretty ass, baby. Ah yeah, right there.”
“Fuck my life!” Carlisle screamed out, a phrase he frequently used, particularly when something didn’t suit him, and a short ride to finish didn’t sit well with a man like Carlisle.
“Harder,” Lynlee encouraged them. “Faster.”
Carlisle’s hooded eyes told a spicy tale. He’d definitely reached that place. His short hair was damp as perspiration dotted his brow. Rhett’s jaw twitched and he discovered little delay in following the others. His mouth fell open as he fucked to the end.
Cocks pounded inside her. Bodies slapped against her. Lynlee wanted to orgasm. She wanted the cliffhanger, something to push her over the edge rather than take her right up to the brink.
She whipped her tongue around Blaine’s dick and with a tighter suction, swallowed him, rising to the tip, tapping her tongue at the slit and waiting for a hot and saucy fill.
Blaine grabbed her hair, finding an angle so she could bob over his cock. He showed her how to move as she worked for his release, aware of her own climax rolling forward. She tugged Royce once or twice, taking long pauses between each, understanding he would soon find his place inside her, too.
“Don’t move,” Lantry told her.
Her ass clenched around him and he pulled out. “I told you not to move, wench,” he whispered, nipping her ear.
Carlisle mouthed the words, “I love you.”
Rhett winked and said, “I think she knows.”
“Shit!” Blaine screamed, tapping out a steady beat as his cock strummed against her throat. His pulsing head knocked at her tonsils, and she swallowed his release, consumed his masculine flavor until his rich taste fully empowered her.
She was eager to find her fill. One man was there to carry her home.
* * * *
Royce locked his cock inside her as soon as the others moved out of his way. He was as hard as steel as Lynlee rode him, tightening her legs against his thighs. She flattened her palms against his belly, using his stomach for balance. She squeezed him tighter still, rubbing her clit against
his groin and crying out his name.
Royce was about to explode!
Playing with his balls, she clenched around him, seating herself atop him. Refusing to move more than her intimate muscles, she watched his expression and he was mesmerized by the love he saw shining in her eyes.
“You are so beautiful, Lynlee,” he said, thinking she was prettier still after being loved by all of them.
Lynlee winked then and her body undulated, her hands clasping behind her head, her breasts full and tempting. Bracketing his arm around her waist, Royce lapped at those perfect gems, thrusting higher, going deeper.
“Ah, Royce,” she whispered.
“Hang on, princess,” he crooned. “Let me make you hotter, wetter.”
“Royce….”
“Not yet, baby,” he said, grinding against her, stroking her sweet pussy just a few seconds more. Lodging his heavy wedge of flesh deeper inside her, he ambushed her with harder taps, sinking as far as he could go and releasing a throaty growl.
“Please!” she exclaimed. “Give it to me! Hard! Fast! Now!”
His woman wanted more. He was ready to blow.
His balls were on fire as his cock thrummed inside her. He banked his self-control and fucked her like there was no point in living for the day unless the night ended with Lynlee rocking him into a new morning. And when their releases came, he found a grand finale, one complete with fireworks and one hell of an unexpected show.
Chapter Twelve
“What the fuck!” Lantry screamed, hurrying toward the door. A blast of gunfire exploded in the hallway, and he barely saved himself, darting back in the bedroom and slamming the door.
Thank God they’d all been dressing—with the exception of Lynlee and Royce—when Lantry saw the streak of red in the hallway. He’d almost ignored the flash, but a strong scent followed the color. None of his brothers wore a mix of English leather and cheap whiskey.
“Royce! Where’s your sniper rifle?”
He’d left the bed with Lynlee in his arms, pushing her in the nearby bathroom. He pressed his head to the door and closed his eyes.
This wasn’t good.
“Damn it! Where the hell were the trips when we needed them?” Lantry asked, turning to Blaine, Carlisle, and Rhett. “All three of you stay with Lynlee.” He tossed the gun he held in his hand and added, “If she leaves that bathroom, she’s as good as dead.”
“She won’t,” Carlisle assured him.
“Royce?” Lantry pressed. “Did you catch your second wind and remember where you put the rifle?”
“I put it back in my room,” Royce finally admitted. “It’s in the closet.”
“Damn it!”
Royce’s room was on the other end of the house. The intruder could be in any number of rooms between here and there.
Lantry peered in the bathroom and pointed at Lynlee. “We’re in a bad place here, Lynlee. They have the only weapon I had in this room. They have the gun so they can protect you.” He saw no fear in her eyes, and realized he was wasting his breath. “Please, for God’s sake, please, don’t pull any stunts.”
Her expression remained solemn. “I promise.”
He winked. “I’ll spank that ass raw if you break your word.”
“You shouldn’t have threatened that if you wanted her to stay put,” Royce told him as they hurried away.
“You’re telling me,” Lantry said, speeding past him. “Stay behind me.”
“What?” Royce said, shooting him a blank stare like he was out of his mind. “Did you fail to notice you don’t have a blasted gun in your hand?”
“No, but there’s no sense in both of us going…” He paused, noticing a tiny red dot on his shirt. Then he screamed, “Get down!”
Bullets were sprayed down the hallway. “Damn it to hell!” Lantry screamed, diving for the floor of an open bedroom to his right while Royce dashed left, hiding in an alcove leading to the guest bath.
“Are you okay?” Lantry called out.
“Fucktastic, you?”
“Never felt better to be alive,” Lantry returned.
“Need a weapon?” Austin said, shoving a gun in his hand as he stepped out of the closet.
“Fine time for you to show up,” Lantry grumbled. “Where have you been?”
“I was in the shower,” Austin hurriedly answered him. “Where are Houston and Dallas?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,”
Austin shoved a clip in the butt of a gun. “Give this to Royce. I’m assuming he’s unarmed, too.”
“What about you?”
Austin grinned, retrieved a pistol from his pocket and a semi-automatic from his boot. “I’m in good shape.”
“How many loons do we have wandering around here tonight?” Austin asked.
“I’ve only spotted one, but after Gentry posted a call for protégés, for all I know we’re surrounded and the whole damn place has been infiltrated by nut jobs with a hankering to get their hands on our woman.”
“They’ll have a hard time doing that today,” Dallas assured him, rushing the room. “I gave Royce a gun. Houston is covering him. They’re heading down the hall to locate that sniper rifle in case we need it.”
“What the hell were you doing when this guy got in here, twiddling your thumbs and reminiscing about the time you spent with Lynlee?”
“Not a bad way to pass the time,” Dallas replied. “But no. I was actually sitting in the corner jacking off.”
They started easing their way down the hallway again and that’s when Lantry laughed aloud. “For real?”
Dallas slapped him on the back of the head. “Get moving. We can cut up later, Lantry. Right now, we need to catch a serial killer.”
“He isn’t a serial killer. He’s a copycat,” Lantry corrected, stating that fact as loudly as he could.
“Nice,” Austin said. “Why don’t we piss off the madman and make ourselves moving targets. You might as well put a bull’s-eye on our butts.”
“We’re trying to lure out a guy with a gun, not a gay guy who thinks your ass looks cute in those Wranglers.”
“Remind me to kick his ass after this is over,” Austin said, looking at Dallas.
Lantry hit the light switch in passing. “Thank God he didn’t kill the power.”
“He’s only interested in one thing. He’s focused on finding Lynlee.”
Lantry stopped. He searched the foyer below them and continued walking. “You’ve got a point. This guy is so obsessed with taking a shot and making it count that he’s not looking at how he can get the upper hand or gain the best advantage. He’s only interested in finding Lynlee and killing her.”
“Where is she?” Dallas asked.
“Safe,” Lantry replied. “What? Did ya expect me to tell you and leave a roadmap for this guy?”
“The name is Paul Gentry!” someone screamed.
Dallas turned in time to see the fellow approach. “Behind us!”
Lantry leapt over the banister. Austin hit the floor, firing straight ahead. One shot missed and so did all the others. Dallas hopped over him and landed face-forward.
“Nice job, Dallas,” Lantry called out. “I bet somebody in Hollywood would pay big bucks and hire you for their stunts.”
“I hope I live to find out.”
“You won’t!” Gentry yelled, firing another round of ammunition into the hallway.
Standing right under the second level on a landing leading to the first floor, Lantry cried out, “Is there any chance you would throw down that damn machine gun and talk to us sensibly? I mean who knows, we might become the best of friends.”
“Lantry McCain?”
“That’d be me,” he called out.
“This is for you!” he screamed. Seconds later, Lantry stared at another collection of bullet holes which were left to cover the walls below him.
“Nice job, Lantry,” Royce called out from above. “Way to piss off the resident lunatic!”
“I try to keep
things interesting,” Lantry said. “About time you joined the party again. What took you so long?”
“I had to call the cops.”
Like hell.
“Glad you got right on that.” A beat later, he asked, “What’d they say?”
“They said to kill him and keep him on ice with his buddy Fink. That’s what they said,” Austin taunted the killer.
“Damn, Austin, I wasn’t asking you.”
Royce chuckled. “They’ll be here in ten.”
“Fabulous,” Lantry said. “Gentry should be dead by then. After he shot up the family portrait down here, I’ve decided the friend option is off the table. I wanna make an enemy out of him.”
“Shut up, McCain!” Gentry shouted. “We are enemies, you foolish prick!”
“Ain’t a doubt in my mind,” Lantry said, tiptoeing toward the steps, stretching his neck as he walked in an effort to see around the wall where he assumed the assailant might be hiding.
“I came here for Lynlee,” he said.
“Liar,” Lantry replied. “You came here for more than Lynlee, or you wouldn’t have walked in here with a damn weapon only used in combat!”
“I want the girl!”
“You can’t have her,” Lantry told him. “Now what?”
The place went quiet. Lantry rushed the stairs. He was two steps shy of hitting the hallway when Gentry tried to cut a deal. “What’d ya say I pay you for her?”
Lantry spotted Houston and Austin. They had their guns cocked and their fingers on the trigger. Royce was in his peripheral. He caught a glimpse of the rifle scope. Excellent. Everyone was prepared.
“You mean like, you want me to give you Lynlee and you’ll cut me a check?”
“No,” Gentry replied. “I have cash. Name your price.”
“How much ya got?” Lantry asked.
“Half a million.”
“Ain’t enough,” Lantry drawled.
“I can get more,” the man said excitedly.
“How much more?” Lantry asked, engaging him in conversation.
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