Laynee sighed. “What am I gonna do?”
David cupped her cheek. “You’re gonna sit down and enjoy this wonderful dinner Maysie cooked, and let us worry about keeping you safe.”
“It doesn’t seem fair to have dragged the two of you into my problems.”
“Please let them help you, Miss Laynee.” Maysie twisted a kitchen towel in her hands. “Your grandfather, God rest his soul, would be turning over in his grave if he knew what trouble you’re up against. I think these men can keep you safe.”
Laynee took a deep breath and laid one hand on David’s chest and the other on Eric’s. “Okay, if that’s truly how you feel, I put myself into your hands. We’ll all do what you want to stay safe.”
“So what’s the plan, brother?” asked Eric.
David moved toward the table and held Laynee’s chair. “My first order is for all of us to sit down and eat.” He looked up at Edward and Maysie. “That includes you two. We’ll enjoy this fine meal and plan out some strategy for keeping this beautiful woman safe.”
Eric grinned. “Good plan, I’m starving.”
* * * *
Robert pulled his Corvette over to the side of the road and yanked his cell phone out of his pocket. Pressing redial, he waited for Jeremy to come on the line. “I need to find somebody that’s willing to do a little dirty work if the price is right.”
Jeremy was quiet for a moment. “What’s the job?”
“Everything hit the fan tonight. Laynee’s aware of everything that happened, including the drugged soda and the raw meat we spread around.”
“How is that possible? She was unconscious when we did it.”
“After the do-gooders rescued her, they went back to search the area. Apparently, they came across the tree we left her under.”
“That’s unfortunate, for you. But I think it’s time I bowed out of the situation.”
Robert laughed. “Too late for that, my friend.”
“You don’t have anything on me to persuade me to stick around, and now it looks like you’re not even going to get your hands on her money. Come next week, when the auditors get through, you’re going down, and I’m staying as far away from that as I can.”
“FYI, they have the soda can the Seconal was in. According to my daughter, it’s been turned over to see if they can get fingerprints off it. Now, Jeremy, think back carefully. Do you remember carrying the can all over the store for me as we gathered supplies? When they dust for prints, mine won’t be the only ones they find. I can promise you, if I go down, so will you.”
“You bastard.” For a moment, the only sound was his harsh breathing. “What do you want me to do?”
“I need someone to break into Winston’s house tonight and kill the three of them. Do you know where we can find someone willing to do it for a price?”
“Are you insane? You said you wanted someone to do a little dirty work. You didn’t say anything about murdering three people.”
“It’s the only way, Jeremy. We’ve got to get rid of them before they take this investigation any further. Now, do you know somebody that would do it for a fee?”
Jeremy’s breath sounded harsh over the phone. “No,” he said quietly. “But I might know someone who does. Give me an hour, and I’ll get back to you.”
* * * *
Laynee held onto David and Eric’s arms as they made their way into the yard. “It’s not far, at least I don’t think it is. I haven’t been here since I was five, but Edward assured me that it was still here.”
“Are you sure you wanna do this tonight?” asked David.
She giggled. “Why? Are you afraid of the dark? Do you think the boogey man’s gonna get you?”
David swatted her butt. “You’re awfully cheeky. And for your information, it’s not that dark. There’s a full moon, and I can see everything just fine.”
“There it is,” Eric said.
Laynee let David lead her down a short hill. He lifted her hand and placed it on a metal chain. She let her fingers trace the smooth chain links as far up as her hand could reach and then brought it back down until she touched the metal board that made up the seat of her childhood swing. “Grandfather had Edward make this out of some kind of sheet metal. He didn’t want to use wood because he thought it might give me splinters.” She let her fingers trace the rim to the edge, smiling when she found the rounded corners. “He even paid to have this curved, so it had no sharp edges. I spent hours here, swinging back and forth, letting the wind blow through my hair.”
David put his hands on her waist. “Would you like me to give you a push now?”
She grinned. “Very much.”
Eric touched her arm. “Then come on, pretty lady. Let’s get you situated.” His fingers curled around her arm and turned her around, then pulled her back slowly until she felt the seat hit the back of her legs. She raised both hands to grip the chains and then slowly sat down. She could hear the creaking of the tree branches as the swing took her weight. An owl hooting in the distance made a mournful sound. The nighttime air carried the scent of rotting leaves, wet earth, and freshly mown grass. She smiled as the wind blew pieces of her hair across her face.
“Are you ready?” asked David.
Laynee nodded and held her breath as someone pulled the swing back.
“Hold on tight, love.” David placed a kiss on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I won’t fall.” She felt a dizzy sensation as they pulled her back, her feet leaving the ground. For a moment, she was perched in midair, and then suddenly, she was falling forward, the wind blowing her hair out behind her. Laynee laughed, pumping her legs to get more height. She’d always felt alive on a swing, like she had control of her own destiny. She’d enjoyed the playground at the school, but nothing was ever as good as this swing at her grandfather’s house.
“You’re so beautiful,” David said, “outlined against the night sky each time the swing comes back my way. Your hair is trailing out behind you, making a halo in the glow of the moonlight.”
Eric laughed. “You look like some kind of moon nymph.”
Laynee threw back her head and laughed. “Moon nymph? That’s pretty romantic of you, Eric. A girl could fall for a line like that.” She squealed when someone grabbed the chains and stopped her, too far away from the ground to put her feet down.
“Got you now, my pretty,” David growled. “It’s gonna cost you if you wanna continue on the swing.”
“Cost me.” She laughed. “What’s the toll for riding on your swing?”
“I think a kiss might be just the toll I’m looking for.”
Laynee cocked her head. “A kiss for some time on the swing. Hmmm, that’s a pretty steep price, but I guess it’s worth it.” She puckered her lips and shut her eyes. When nothing happened, she opened then. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Laughing, David snatched her off the swing up into his arms and laid his mouth over hers. When his tongue probed her lips, she opened and welcomed him inside the warmth of her mouth. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pressed her aching breasts against his chest and let her own tongue stretch out and dance inside his mouth. Her senses came alive with his masculine flavor.
Hands slipped around her waist, and she felt Eric’s breath against her ear. “You may have paid his toll of a kiss, but you haven’t met my price yet.”
Laynee reluctantly pulled away from David’s kiss. “And pray tell, Master Eric, what’s your price for a little swinging in the moonlight?”
Eric licked the side of her neck. “My price is best paid upstairs. It’s time for us to spend some quality time alone, pretty lady.”
Laynee giggled. “Then what are we waiting for? I’m a girl that always pays her debts.” She squealed when Eric threw her over his shoulder and took off at a run.
* * * *
Eric let Laynee slide to the floor just inside the kitchen door. He smoothed the hair away from her face and gazed at her cloudy, green eyes. There was nothing he
wouldn’t sacrifice to give her back her sight. “You’re so beautiful, Laynee. So very beautiful.” Tenderly, he laid his lips on hers. Suddenly, her warmth and her fresh, clean scent was too much for him. He bent and lifted her in his hard arms, carrying her straight up to the bedroom.
He lowered her feet to the floor, tangling his hands in her hair as she sank into him, letting his tongue plunder her mouth. He licked and then gently bit her bottom lip before he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. After a moment, he lifted away and buried his lips in the curve of her neck. Bite her! Do it now! Mine! His wolf demanded he claim his mate. Threading his fingers through her hair, he hungrily slanted his lips across hers.
One of his hands kneaded her breast, pinching the nipple into a tight little nub, while he covered the other with his mouth, wetting the material that clung to it. Laynee groaned and arched toward his touch. Grasping the hem of her shirt, he tugged upward, wanting it out of his way so he could fully explore and touch her. He caressed her butt as he dropped a brief kiss on her mouth.
“You don’t get to have all the fun.” Laynee pulled up his shirt and undid his pants. Stepping closer, she pressed her lips to warm skin. Her hands traced the faint hair on his chest that narrowed down past his navel to a thick mat cradling his throbbing erection. She slid her hand from his and plunged it down the front of his pants, her hand skimming lower and caressing his cock through the heavy denim.
With a primal growl, Eric picked Laynee up and laid her on the bed, pausing to strip off his jeans. He yanked off her pants, tossing them to the floor, leaving her naked amongst the silky sheets. He slowly crawled up her soft body. The fury in their touching mellowed into a sweet and slow exploration. He held his breath as she gripped his shaft and pumped her hand up and down his length. “Yeah, love,” he groaned. “Your hand feels so good.”
“I love feeling your skin against mine.”
He palmed her breast and began to knead and pull gently at her nipple. Her breath caught, and she arched, pushing more of the soft globe into his hand. His work-roughened fingers created a sensation that had the nipple standing up taut and straight as he traced each tip. He lifted her breast in his hand and circled her nipple with his tongue just before he sucked it deep inside his mouth. He dragged his teeth lightly over the small nub.
Suppressing a growl, his hands and mouth roamed over her body, caressing and exploring, finding the spots that made her gasp with pleasure. Her tongue tangled with his as she became more demanding. She mapped out his chest with her hands, with him growling as she stopped to lick across his small, brown nipple. His cock jumped as her teeth nipped gently at his skin, and then her small hand came up and pushed him until he rolled to his back.
Eric folded his arms behind his head and watched as she bent over his groin and cupped his full length in her palm, guiding his cock to her mouth. He trembled, his eyes drifting shut, at the first tentative brush of her tongue over the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue out, dragging it slowly over the rounded tip, licking the sensitive head.
Leaning closer, she swirled her tongue around the large purplish head, slowly easing down the side. Eric looked down and saw Laynee between his legs on her hands and knees, plump ass in the air, and her sweet, red lips wrapped around his cock. When she swirled her hot tongue around the head he jerked, unable to stop himself. He pumped his hips when she alternated between sucking and swirling her tongue around the head of his shaft.
His balls drew up signaling impending eruption, so he quickly pulled her up his body. “We have to stop now, love. I want your beautiful ass, now.”
“But I wanna taste you.”
“I’ll let you taste me another time, I promise. I just can’t wait any longer to take you.” He bit her on her shoulder as he slid his hand between her legs. His dick twitched between them, begging to be buried in her heat. She groaned, her fingers tightening on his arms as he brushed his knuckle against the inside of her thigh. He coated his fingers with her slick excitement and slipped one into her sweet, silky depths.
“Your pussy clenches my fingers like it doesn’t ever want to let them go.” Eric smiled as a blush worked its way up Laynee’s neck. He thrust his fingers inside her faster as he ground his palm against her clit. She shoved her hips up to his hand and began to scream as an orgasm overwhelmed her. He turned and covered her lips with his, his tongue pushing into her mouth, absorbing her cries of pleasure. His heart swelled at the idea she’d come from such simple love-play.
Eric slid down her body and let his finger search for the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. He gently pushed two fingers into her fiery heat as he breathed in the moisture pooling between her legs. Leaning close, he flicked his tongue along her inner thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair when he moved his face up, swirling his tongue around her swollen clit. He plucked and teased, slipping his thick index finger inside of her, moving it slowly in and out before he traced her cleft again.
He pumped in and out of her pussy as her inner walls clamped down on his fingers. His tongue alternately bathed her clit and slid down into her steamy depths. Needing to push her over the edge, he suckled her clit and bit it gently, lapping and sucking at the juice pouring from her pussy. He stabbed his tongue deep and felt her pussy flood with fresh cream. Laynee’s breathing sped up as her legs stiffened. She called out Eric’s name, her hips jerking as she climaxed.
He continued to lick her through the aftershocks from her second release, letting his hands curve around to caress her buttocks. “Laynee, I wanna fuck this sweet ass of yours.” When she shuddered he kissed her mound. “Don’t be afraid, love. I promise to be as gentle as I can. If you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me.” Rising up, he pressed a kiss against her damp forehead. “We’re gonna want to take you together with David in your sweet pussy and me in this fine ass. Will you give it a try, for me, love?”
When Laynee nodded, his hands tightened on her buttocks. “Get on your hands and knees, love.” When she was in position, he moved in behind her, running his hands over her smooth back. After he pulled on a condom, he began to squeeze her ass cheeks with one hand while he explored her crease with the other. She squirmed when he slid his tongue down her crack and teased her hole. Turning his head, he nipped her bottom with his teeth.
Taking a deep breath, he tamped down his desire. When he pressed an exploratory finger against her anus, she stiffened. “Easy, love. I won’t hurt you. Just relax your bottom as much as you can.” Eric grabbed the tube of lubricant they’d left under the pillow. Using one finger, he spread it around her puckered opening and then pushed the tip of one finger until it slipped past the outer muscle into the heat of her forbidden hole.
She stopped moving and couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “Breathe, Laynee. Are you okay?”
“It hurts and feels good at the same time.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head and gasped. “More!”
He eased his finger a little deeper, spreading the lubricant, stretching her, preparing her. The cry that was torn from her was little more than a hoarse gasp. Gently, he slid in a second finger, scissoring them to start opening her up. After another minute, he slipped in a third and then a fourth.
“Burns,” she groaned. “But don’t stop.”
“Okay, baby, I think you’re ready for the real thing. Just remember to breathe and relax.” Eric slowly pushed the crown of his cock through the tight ring of muscle. He sucked in a breath as the head of his shaft slipped through the dark opening. Wiping his fingers on the sheet, he laid his hands on her back, skimmed along her spine, and curled over her shoulders tangling in her hair.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he worked his cock further into her virgin ass. When his hips touched her bottom, he exhaled raggedly. Slowly he pulled out until just the tip remained and then slowly pushed back forward to the hilt. “God, you’re so damn tight. It feels so good. Are you okay, pretty lady?”
“Yes, oh, yes. Fuck
me, Eric, I need to come again.”
Over and over he repeated the movements, getting faster and faster each time. He slid his hands down her spine, letting one travel around her hip, and began to play with her clit, flicking it back and forth, rubbing little circles over the slick button.
Laynee stiffened, her cry shattering the darkness as she went over the edge, taking him with her. He emitted a long, low growl as his seed spurt deep into the latex prison. Eric wrapped a hand in her hair and jerked her head back, forcing her lips open with his tongue. The kiss was brutal in its intensity, but it satisfied his wolf who was yearning to complete the mating.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavy, slicked with sweat. Forcing his breathing to slow, he calmed his rapid heart rate enough so the sound of it pounding in his ears would subside. Bending, he kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers, thrusting gently as he had done to her eager slit.
“I love you, Laynee,” he whispered. He yanked off the condom, dropped it in the trash, and curled up next to his mate. David would join them soon. It’s time to tell her the truth and claim our mate. Smiling, he closed his eyes and listened to the deep, even breaths of his sleeping mate.
* * * *
David’s eyes flew open, and for a moment he didn’t know where he was. Then the scent of his mate seeped into his consciousness. He glanced down to see Laynee cuddled beside him, her butt planted firmly on his side, while her head lay cradled on Eric’s shoulder. His bear had wanted to claim her earlier when he’d joined them in the bed. He wouldn’t be able to put him off much longer. It was getting harder and harder to maintain control around Laynee’s scent. He wanted her marked for added protection.
He’d walked guard around the grounds earlier, but in his human form. He didn’t think the neighbors were ready to see a Kodiak bear strolling across their lawn. He listened carefully in the dark. Something had woken him from a deep sleep, and he felt a sense of danger. His bear was prowling in his chest, demanding to be let out to protect their mate.
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