“Twenty-eight,” Elliott murmured.
As his touch traveled up her legs, avoiding her pussy, she was astounded by how sensitive certain places were. Right below her kneecap was ticklish, yet above her hairline, the skin felt tender. Anna was grateful that she kept herself neatly trimmed, especially with Elliott inspecting every inch of her body. She knew that her abdomen was going to elicit a response, and sure enough, as his fingers trailed across her stomach and over her belly button, Anna had to raise herself up on her tiptoes. The stimulation was almost too much to bear. Anna felt her pussy flutter and knew the wetness on the insides of her thighs had nothing to do with the water. By the time Elliott reached her breasts, she heard him say the number thirty-two.
“Let’s see if we can find at least forty,” Elliott said, leaning up on his knees. The movement of his position brought his face close to her chest, where her nipples were pointing directly at him, begging for attention. “Then Mitch can do a recount and make sure I found every area that makes you wet.”
“I can’t get any wetter,” Anna cried out. She reached out and was grateful that she could hold on to his shoulders. “And Mitch will just have to take your word for it, because there is no way I’d survive another shower with either of you.”
Elliott chuckled. “Where were we? Ah, thirty-two, I think.”
Anna found the undersides of her breasts were almost just as sensitive as the nipples themselves. Well, almost. When his slippery fingers rubbed over the hardened pebbles, the electrifying rush of pleasure that swirled into her clit was almost painful. Anna couldn’t help the scream that ripped from her throat when Elliott’s lips fastened themselves to her clit. The engorged tissue immediately exploded into a feverish orgasm that consumed her. Anna could do nothing but hold on to Elliott’s hair as he wrung every agonizingly delicious, scorching spasm from her body.
When Elliott finally relented, he brought her down slowly. The suction of his lips lessened and Elliott used his tongue to slowly lick her clit. He released her nipples and brought his fingers leisurely down her sides, causing her muscles to twitch. Anna knew he would add those two extra spots to his count.
“Thirty-nine.”
“Damn,” Anna replied, a small smile forming on her lips. “One shy of your mark.”
“Oh, Anna, you are so wrong,” Elliott murmured against her clit. Kissing her nub, he stood up and then kissed her lips. She could taste herself, but the flavor got mingled with the water running down his face, diluting her essence. “Don’t move.”
Anna wrinkled her brow, wondering what he was talking about. There wasn’t a place on her body that he had missed. She watched as he reached around the shower curtain. When he turned back to face her, Elliott was holding a condom in his hand. He must have put one there without her noticing. Even though she was still recovering from her recent orgasm, seeing him roll the latex over his cock had her pussy convulsing in tiny ripples. Elliott and Mitch were starting to become addicting. If she stopped a minute to think about the ramifications of what their touch was doing to her, Anna knew she would jump out of that shower as if the water heater had busted. Instead, Anna desperately coveted what Elliott was about to give her.
“Put your legs around me.” Elliott put his hands underneath her arms and slid her body up the wall. Anna did as he asked and wrapped herself around him, opening up her core for his impending penetration. Their skin slid against each other, the moisture creating a smooth and graceful embrace as water continued to stream over their bodies. Mimicking the elegant movements, Elliott’s cock burrowed deep into her pussy with one stroke. “Forty.”
Elliott whispered the number in her ear, inciting shivers throughout her body. He pulled out. She looked down and saw he was covered in her cream. Elliott surged back in. Anna buried her face into his neck and held on, knowing that all she had to do was follow him to that place of rapture. His hands snaked down to grab ahold of both cheeks, causing her pussy lips to separate even farther. He was unyielding in his onslaught, plunging into her over and over again. It didn’t take long before her body coiled and she felt that jolt of rhapsody.
“That’s right, Anna. Come for me.”
His momentum continued, drawing her orgasm out until she was screaming his name. It didn’t take long for him to follow her, reaching his own release. As his strokes lessened, Anna’s muscles finally relaxed enough for her to lower her legs. Although he leaned up against her, Elliott was careful of his weight. She took a moment to rest her head against his chest, knowing it would probably be the last time he held her in his arms. She ignored the tear that fell onto her cheek, blending with the water that was just now losing its warmth. Even it knew that the time had come to be turned off.
Chapter Ten
“It’s going down today,” Anna said, holding the cell phone to her ear as she walked across the street to the diner. “I don’t have time to wait for you. I’m confronting him now. He’s not a stupid man, Agent Monroe. Sam Fowler had to have recognized my last name the minute he saw my application for the waitress job.”
“You called me, Ms. Valdez. We have enough information on you to put you away for a long time. Turning state’s evidence and testifying against the men who are already in prison for other crimes—not including your family’s murders—is beneficial to us, but not if you go and blow this thing wide open. We need more time. The DEA is sending in an agent, and he will be there shortly. Fowler has been in business with the drug cartel for many years, using his diner as a delivery point. He has the ability to get us in on the inside.”
“See, Agent Monroe, this is where we differ. Yes, I called you for your help, because I knew the only way to get to Sam Fowler was through you. The minute I would’ve stepped foot in this town as Anna Cruz, I would’ve been arrested and thrown in jail. By making a deal with you as Anna Valdez, at least I stand a shot at bringing down Fowler. He murdered my family.”
“Anna, I realize that,” Monroe said, his voice softening up just a touch. “But have you ever considered that it was your brother’s choices that got your family killed? Yes, Sam Fowler ordered the hit. But it was your brother who made the decision to not only go into business with criminals but also try to extort more money from them. These aren’t petty thieves, Anna. They are ruthless men who put greed above life. And the sad thing is, you’ve already handed yours over by devoting your life to revenge. Is that really what your parents would have wanted?”
Anna tried to exhale, but it came out more as a wheeze. She stopped on the sidewalk, not able to bring herself to take another step. She placed her hand on her chest, realizing that Agent Monroe had thrown her own words back into her face. Hadn’t she told Mitch the same thing? Everyone has a choice, but it’s how we react to those decisions that make us who we are. To admit that her reaction was wrong was something she couldn’t do—refused to do. She would follow through with her plan. Piece by piece, she slowly allowed a part of Anna Cruz to take over.
“Sam Fowler murdered your family?”
Anna whirled around, finding Mitch standing behind her on the street. His brown eyes were wide with shock. She saw Elliott over Mitch’s shoulder coming toward them. He didn’t look happy, which was expected since she’d just left him in her bathroom getting dressed. She’d snuck out of the room, knowing that it was probably her only chance at doing what she needed to do without their interference. This entire situation had gone to hell and she’d lost control. Agent Monroe’s voice was coming out of the phone at a high decibel.
“Agent Monroe, trust me when I say that Fowler’s already figured out why I’m here. And if he’s stupid enough to fall for this trap that you want me to lay, then all the better. I’ll get everything I can on tape, and if you feel that’s not enough to make an arrest, then I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
Ending the call, Anna shoved the phone into the pocket of her jacket. Before rushing out of the bedroom, Anna had thrown on a pair of jeans with a black turtleneck sweater. She’d s
natched her jacket before quietly sneaking out. Elliott hadn’t been so lucky and stood in front of her without a coat.
“Who was murdered?” Elliott asked, having missed her part of the conversation that Mitch was privy to.
“Her family,” Mitch answered, looking over her shoulder. Anna knew someone must have been coming toward them, because Mitch adjusted his stance. Without taking his eyes off of her, Mitch addressed Elliott. “Take Anna to our house. Do it now and be quick about it.”
“But—” Anna was about to turn around to see who was behind her, but Mitch grabbed ahold of her shoulders, making sure he had her attention. Didn’t he realize that she could handle anything on her own?
“Listen to me. Now is not the time to do this. I understand you would want retribution for your family, but we won’t allow it to be at your expense. Go with Elliott. I’ll say you went to see Doc Jones and he told you to take a couple days off. We’re running out of time. Go!”
* * * *
Mitch knew she’d figured out that Sam was walking toward them. Sam—a local, a business owner, and who some considered a friend. He knew that the other citizens would have believed Sam was innocent, being accused and judged by an outsider. But they didn’t know Anna. Hell, neither did they really, but Mitch knew she was telling the truth. The despair in her blue eyes when she had turned at his voice said it all. For whatever reason, she believed Sam to be guilty of murdering her family.
The relief he felt when Anna walked away with Elliott, without even looking backward to verify that someone was coming their way, was astronomical. It spoke volumes to the amount of trust they’d garnered in the short time that they’d known her.
“Mitch, good to see you. Was that Anna Valdez with you?”
“Yeah, Sam. She just got out of Doc Jones’s office. She’s not feeling well.”
“Really? She’s my new waitress.” Sam was watching Anna and Elliott cross the street to the garage, where Elliott’s truck was parked. If Mitch hadn’t been watching his face closely, he would never have noticed the way the skin around Sam’s eyes tightened. “She just started yesterday, and I must say, that’s not a good way to start off on a new job. You know what they say about outsiders.”
“Well, you know she’s not faking it if she went to see Doc Jones,” Mitch replied. “I’m sure Anna will show up for her shift tomorrow, if she’s feeling up to it.”
Sam finally took his eyes off of Anna and Elliott, switching his attention back to Mitch. “You sound like you’re getting to know her rather well, Mitch. Have the three of you hooked up? I know that Elliott had signed you up for that dating service, but I guess if a pretty woman falls into your lap, why waste time with an online dating service, huh?”
“Something like that,” Mitch replied, giving Sam a tight smile. Since Mitch wasn’t the smiling type, his attitude certainly wouldn’t seem odd. “I better head back to the garage. You have a good evening, Sam.”
“You, too.”
Mitch turned and crossed the street. He could feel Sam’s eyes on his back as he walked away. Mitch needed to hear from Anna exactly why she thought Sam was involved with the murder of her family and why the ATF was involved. If there was a chance she could be sent to prison for her hand in trying to bring those responsible to justice, Mitch needed to find a way to counter that possibility.
* * * *
Elliott had done as Mitch requested and made sure that Anna was safely squared away inside their home. Elliott and Mitch had bought an acre of land off of their parents’ ranch, building themselves a nice one-story family home. Their two dads weren’t thrilled when Elliott had decided to open the garage in the heart of town, hoping he would work the ranch with them. But Elliott knew where his talent lay, and it wasn’t in farming. Plus, the garage would always give Mitch a place to work for when he was paroled, because he was too proud to live off of their parents’ generosity.
They lived a quarter mile away from Russ and Cameron Davidson on the west side of town. Russ and Cam had returned home around a year ago, taking over their family’s farm after their father became too sick to run it by himself. In the last few months, the four of them usually got together once a week for a poker match. Seeing as how they were long overdue, Elliott hoped that they didn’t try and stop in unannounced while Anna was there.
“I—”
“Not one word,” Elliott said, pulling his truck up to the front porch. “Mitch won’t be far behind us, and then you can tell us everything—and I mean everything, Anna. And don’t think I’m not mad at you for running out on me this afternoon.”
She didn’t say anything after that, for which Elliott was grateful. He was starting to piece everything together now, and no matter where the pieces fit, it wasn’t going to be a pretty picture. It was time to face reality. They had fallen for a woman who would most likely end up where his brother had just left—prison. Elliott had waited so long to see a spark of light enter Mitch’s eyes, indicating that somewhere inside, he hadn’t given up hope on living the life they’d always dreamed. Anna had provided that glimmer of hope, and now she was going to extinguish it.
Elliott pushed hard against his door and slid out of the truck. Slamming it shut, he made his way around Anna’s side. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye, so he calmly waited for her to exit before closing the door behind her. Taking the lead, he made his way onto the porch and unlocked the front door. Elliott caught a glimpse of her looking around and wondered what she thought.
When the house was being built, Mitch had still been in prison. Elliott would make trips to where they had had Mitch incarcerated, bringing blueprints and showing him the plans. At first, he was disinterested in the project, but as time wore on and the construction had started, Mitch slowly came around. It seemed to give him something to hold on to—a home for when he was finally released.
The one-story ranch-style house had a long white wooden porch with white whicker furniture to match. The exterior was blue, with a large bay window to the left of the front door. Throwing open the front door, Elliott stepped back to make way for Anna. She stepped over the threshold and directly into the living room. The stone fireplace was the center of attention, just as Elliott had wanted. It was surrounded by cherrywood furniture, along with a dark-brown leather sofa with matching chairs. Their large-screen TV sat in the corner, although it was hidden behind the doors of a cabinet.
“You have a beautiful home.”
Elliott hung his keys up on one of the brass hooks they had mounted on the wall in the living room. Shutting the door, Elliott didn’t reply right away. He wasn’t sure he could contain all of his questions until Mitch arrived home. Instead, he walked past her and started to pile a few logs into the fireplace. Once he felt he could contain himself, Elliott started to explain the layout of the house and where they were situated on their family farm.
“Is it just you and Mitch?”
Elliott had just gotten the fire started when she asked the question. It was the first personal inquiry she had made on her own. He didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not, considering the timing of her interest. He watched as the flames got higher, reaching for the oxygen they needed to expand.
“Yes. Our mom and dads are still doing well though. They’ve hired some hands to help around the farm, but overall, they still enjoy getting out and being part of the land.”
“Did you ever feel different having two fathers?”
Elliott shook his head. He’d heard her shed her coat a little bit ago, but she hadn’t taken a seat. “No. As you can guess, the town of Triple was named appropriately due to the founders of the town. Sure, with society the way it is, a lot of standard relationships have been established, but for the most part, you’ll find that ménage affairs are still the norm around here.”
“What made you sign up with the dating website? If everyone around here is accepting of ménages, then why look online? I mean, it’s not like you’d have trouble finding a woman. You’re downri
ght s—well, you’re a handsome man.”
It was a good thing Elliott was facing away from her, or else she’d have seen his smile. It was one thing to think a woman thought of you as attractive, but when she spoke the words aloud, it gave a whole new meaning. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever told her how beautiful he thought she was. Elliott wondered if he would ever get the chance. He heard Mitch’s truck pull up outside.
“Men outnumber the women here,” Elliott explained, standing up. Turning around to face her, he saw that she was standing behind the couch with her arms folded underneath her breasts. Her position pushed them upward, making him want to be the one holding them up. She was a very responsive woman, and he found he liked to hear her whimper, as she had in the shower when he’d discovered certain erogenous zones. “When Cyn and her friends created the website, it seemed like the natural thing to do to find someone who would be interested in our lifestyle.”
“But Mitch isn’t,” Anna said, tilting her head to the side. “At least, he says that he’s not.”
“Mitch seems to have changed his mind, though, hasn’t he?”
Anna shook her head, her blue eyes clouding over. It was rare that she seemed unsure of herself, but Elliott picked up on her insecurity right away. His first instinct was to tell her that everything would work out and she would get this justice served that she seemed so intent on dishing out. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that.
Before either one of them could continue the conversation, not that Anna probably would’ve wanted to, Mitch walked in the door. Seeing them in the living room, Mitch made his way into the area and immediately confronted Anna. Elliott hadn’t seen Mitch so alive since before his incarceration. It just really sucked that it took such an extreme situation to do it.
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