Whatever makes Stacy happy now, makes me happy as well. Though my cock is getting hard, I have to suppress all the desire – we have work to do.
I know Stacy will never be able to rest soundly until we find the key to her freedom, and that’s our only mission now.
"Jesus, Stacy,” I whisper, closing my eyes for a moment. “You can’t be this close to me, you know? Having you like this makes me want to bend you over this couch…. But we can't. Not with all this shit we gotta read."
"Oh, are you getting hard just having me near?” she teases. “I think that's a good thing. Don't you think that's a good thing, Carter?"
He looks up from his pile of paperwork.
"I have no opinion on this unless you feel like coming over here and curling up in my lap."
I grab her arms and keep her tight.
"No way. You're not going anywhere." I kiss her and I feel her soft, full lips. I'm getting harder and harder, my cock straining against my pants, and I relent.
"Fine, baby, come sit with me."
She curls up next to me and I hand her some of the papers. We sift through them for what seem like hours before Carter eventually breaks through the silence.
"I've got something interesting."
"Finally. What is it?"
He stands and walks over to me. Carter hands Stacy a tattered ledger, one that upon clearer inspection shows that money has been flowing out in a weird way.
"Can you see it? Money is going to Bale’s Oil, and that's clearly wrong, isn't it? That's not someone Dad ever worked with."
"Yes, he actually had some major aversion to working with them. He always talked about it."
"I know, right?" It's common knowledge that John hated Bale’s Oil. He was always ranting about them and how ruthless and amoral they are.
Carter sits on the couch next to us and we’re all left scratching our heads. I finally say what's on everyone's mind.
"It's embezzlement, clearly. That's what we're all thinking, isn't it?"
"That's what I've been thinking," Stacy says.
She’s sitting in between us and her blonde hair is flowing down her shoulders. She looks like a tasty treat wearing little shorts and my sweatshirt.
"That’s a serious crime. We need more evidence," Carter says. He doesn't hesitate.
We know that if we find the necessary evidence, Percy will end up in jail…but so what? He deserves it.
"What we have here is only a shred of information. It's not enough."
I run my fingers through my blonde hair. This fucking situation is stressing me out. While it's been nice to reconnect with Carter and to be with Stacy every moment, I have to say that thinking of someone stealing my father's money is fanning the flames of rage inside of me.
We need more evidence.
"If we had a chart of the accounts we could find out more. A chart would prove it," Carter says. "And the only person with access to that kind of information is..."
"Percy."
"Fucking Percy."
Stacy looks between us. "Guys, is there anything I can do to help? I want to help take him down. There’s nothing I want more."
"That's not a bad idea," I say, although I don’t like putting Stacy on the frontlines. "She does have more contact with him."
Carter and I exchange a glance. He says what I can't.
"Stacy, he won't reveal that kind of information to you. Even though you're married, he doesn't trust you."
She looks sad, like she wishes she could do more. But there's nothing else to be done. We can't win this way.
"There is another option," Carter says, leaning back against his seat. "What about Nolan? I mean, he used to be one of us and he seems to be in Percy's confidence. If he could just steal a look or a picture at the documents we need…then we can nail him for embezzlement, and that’s a hefty charge. He’ll be done."
To think of putting him behind bars doesn't even faze me. After all the years of torment and dishonesty, I don't feel like I owe him much. And, more than anything, I want to put this behind us so that I can focus on ravaging Stacy and not much else.
I even resent Percy for causing all this drama and forcing us to deal with this. I have a beautiful girl who’s practically a prison at my beck and call, and yet I can't fuck her as much as I would like to because of all this other shit.
The moment we solve this riddle, you can bet everything you own that I’ll spend every waking hour of my day ravaging Stacy. That much I know for sure.
Nolan
The guest house at the estate is not a bad deal.
I like it because it's removed from the main house and I can be myself out here, take the odd skinny dip, and have my own private patio that looks out onto the stars. I prefer to be separated from everybody and to have my own space, always have.
Normally I keep to my corner of the world and have little meaningful interaction with everybody else.
I like women, yes, but I don't like to keep them close.
Stacy is different. There's something about her that intrigues me, and I don't know what it is.
She’s gorgeous, yes, but then there's something else beneath that, a kind of sweetness and a depth that is uncharacteristic of most of the beautiful women I've known.
I will have to talk to her about this eventually but now is just not the time.
How can I have an honest conversation with her when I can't even be alone with my own thoughts?
The way I am under Percy's rule has me shamed and wanting to run from this whole situation. I wish I could just take my motorcycle, drive down the highway and never look back. Unfortunately, money problems have a way of following me, even into the sunset.
There's a knock at the door and I'm surprised to find Stacy's perfect body standing before me.
Maybe fate has just knocked on my door and I'm supposed to tell her my feelings?
Fuck, I’m thinking that instead of how I want to taste her tits while she moans at my touch.
"Come in," I say immediately.
Seeing her lights me up. She looks so damn fuckable, especially standing in the light of the full moon. I want her. I've been craving her body.
"Hi," she says stepping in the door. It's like she walks on air.
How did she ever get so wrapped up in this family of chaos?
"I need to talk to you."
"Okay." I take a seat and pull her towards me.
The feel of her light body on my lap makes my cock get hard and I don't even try to hide it.
I know she wants me. I know she wants more and that is something I'm eager to give. There's something special about her. There definitely is.
She slips down to the cushions so that her body is spread out and I'm cradling her head right near my cock.
She probably is dying to taste it and that's why she's come by. I'm just about to unzip and give her the fantasy when she interrupts.
"I need something really important from you Nolan."
Now I'm curious but I can't deny my displeasure that she's come over here for something other than sex.
Anything she wants though I will give to her.
"I need some paperwork...about Shell."
Okay, anything besides that I can give to her.
I clear my throat, "Uhm, how'd you hear about Shell?"
"Well," she says innocently enough. "Your brothers and I have been doing some digging, you know, on Percy and I just thought you were the most logical person to turn to since you seem to know so much about him."
She bats her eyelashes and I want to give her the world on a platter but I just can't.
"Come on baby, anything but that. My hands are tied."
"But it's just a tiny slip of paper. It wouldn't be hard to get. I could help you."
"Baby, I just...can't. It's complicated, you know."
She sits up obviously upset and not used to people telling her no. Who would deny that beautiful face? I certainly don't want to be the one to do it and to shatter her notion of a perfect world
where all she asks for is given. I hate to say no this girl, but I have to.
"Nolan. Come on. It's important. You know I wouldn't ask if I didn't have a good reason to."
I attempt to calm her down. There's nothing worse than having the girl you're trying to be with think of you in a lesser light.
"It's not me. It's Percy."
"What about him?"
"He's got me, okay. I had some pretty big gambling debts and he bought them out and he's holding it over my head. I'm pretty much indebted to him now and I have to do his dirty work. You think I like being around him? You think I don't want to help you? Of course I do, but I just can't."
I can't even believe I've told her all this but what can I say? She brings out the best in me. She forces me to be honest.
"Oh, Nolan, I knew it had to be something. I knew you wouldn't side with that coward without a good reason. The other guys they think you're a turncoat but I never believed it. Not for one second."
She's back in my lap again and I couldn't be happier. It feels good to be honest after holding such a secret for so long.
Fuck Percy.
At this point, I can venture to say that I'm falling for Stacy. I’d do fucking anything for her and that comes before any debt of money that could ever be incurred.
I might as well be more honest with a girl that I care so much about.
"Stacy, you are the queen of my heart. I think I'm falling for you. I want to fuck you from here into eternity if you'll have me."
She throws her arms around my neck and all thoughts of Percy and suspicion and money fade away. For one moment we are frozen in time and I'm connected to her beautiful heart, and her beautiful body is pressed up against mine and the feeling is immeasurable.
"Wait a second," she says pulling away. "What casinos did you say that you're indebted to?"
I don't know why it matters but I tell her, "They're primarily from Foxwild's Resort and Casino."
She gets a far off look in her eyes and then she is gone. My moment of bliss sustained.
"I'll be right back, okay?"
I lean back into the couch and wish for more...of Stacy. What is happening to me and my cold exterior? I'm melting my facade, my toughness goes out the window all for this one girl. She's worth it.
Stacy
I dash through the house with Nolan on my heels. He has no idea what's up, but I’m heading for his brothers. I need them all to get in on this.
I know there’s a connection between what Nolan's just told me and everything else we've learned about Percy. It's all coming together and I can't wait for them to know what I have brewing in my mind.
I run straight to the library where we have made our little haven, the safe place where we’re planning to take down Percy.
Kieran and Carter look up from their work in surprise at my haste, but soon they’re standing and getting ready to confront Nolan – they still don't trust him.
"What are you doing here, man? You are not welcome," Kieran growls, jumping up to his feet and staring Nolan down.
He’s angry, I know, but he has no idea about what Nolan just told me.
Once they find out why he's been siding with Percy, all will be resolved.
"Shut up Kieran,” Nolan says. “I'm here for her."
"Oh, you think you have some claim on her now?"
"More than you do. I've always been better with women."
Kieran shoves him up against the wall at the provocation.
I’m distracted, sifting through binders upon binders of financial information. It's in here somewhere. I know I saw it.
The guys are getting heated and I just need a couple minutes to sort everything out and then I can fix this. If they could just hold off killing each other until then, that’d be great.
Nolan is getting ready to swing the first punch.
"Stop it!” I cry out, looking at them with a serious expression. “Look, I found it. Just come look at it and then beat each other to a pulp later."
Their curiosity stops them more than anything. They come to my side and I triumphantly hold the paper up for all to see.
"Just look! Nolan, I saw this earlier and didn't think it meant anything…but after you told me your story I remembered it. This gets you off the hook. You don't have to protect Percy anymore."
Nolan peers at what I have in my hand. He breathes a big sigh of relief. The other guys have no idea what I'm talking about but they will soon.
"Nolan, Percy bought that casino ages ago and he wrote off the gambling debts as part of the casino purchase. He's been using you this whole time. He has nothing on you. You’re free!"
“Holy shit.” He whispers to himself, and then closes the distance between us and wraps me up in a hug.
Thank God I was careful enough to examine all the paperwork we 've been digging through. If I hadn't remembered this little document, Nolan might never have got out of Percy's grasp.
At least he’s free.
I, however, am still chained to that jerk for the time being.
"Okay, what is going on?" Carter says, all serious, waiting for an explanation.
"So, Percy has been holding gambling debts over Nolan's head. He promised to financially destroy him, but this piece of paper proves he's been lying the entire time. He's good to go."
"Wait," Kieran looks shocked. "You mean you've been siding with Percy because he was blackmailing you?"
"Of course. What did you think? That I would blindly follow that asshole who made our lives miserable growing up? Have some faith, Kieran. I thought you guys would have understood that there was more to the story."
"Fuck,” Kieran whispers, lowering his gaze. “I’m sorry."
"Yeah, me too." Carter says, his tone a sincere one.
"So…brothers again?" Nolan asks, sighing with relief.
"Of course. We should never have doubted you."
"Yeah well, it's all thanks to this one that I'm free," Nolan holds me by the waist and kisses my hair.
The warmth and sincerity of his gratitude blazes through me, coiling with my lust and taking me higher.
"We need to celebrate," Carter says, going to a secret cabinet that he pulls out of the bookcase. "How about we break into Dad's favorite scotch and serve up a toast to his legacy?"
"Yeah," Nolan says. "He wasn't our father by blood but by chance, and that’s so much more important."
Carter pours out glasses of a deep amber scotch, a smoky scent curling through my thoughts. It has a rich flavor and it burns my mouth as I savor each sip and take in the satisfaction this evening has already brought…and what more could come.
"To dad!" Kieran toasts.
"To dad!" they echo.
All seems to be well between my men, and now seems like as good an opportunity as any to make this night a little more interesting.
“So now we can stop trying to destroy each other…and destroy Percy,” I say with a smile that takes over my whole face.
They laugh good-naturedly and I'm so glad the war between them is over. Now it's time to really celebrate and I want to give them each their reward.
I crawl up onto the oversized wooden desk and slink out of my shorts. I bend over so they can all see my lovely pussy, and turn so I can witness their jaws dropping to the floor.
Yeah, I know how to surprise a man.
And there’s nothing that a man likes more than celebratory sex. Still, three at once is a feat I've never championed…but, oh, I'm about to.
Nolan
The moment I see her thong hitting the floor, my heart stops. Not literally, of course, but Jesus! With a sight like this, it’s a wonder my brain hasn’t imploded.
Stacy’s perfect. There’s really no other way of putting it. Her curves, the milky tone of her skin, her long straight hair...everything about her seems to have been designed to drive men crazy.
Which is kind of ironic, considering that she’s married to Percy.
“Enjoying the sight, boys?” Stacy asks us, turn
ing around and sitting on the table, her legs dangling from the edge. I don’t know about the others, but I’m enjoying the sight…and a lot at that.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I take one step toward Stacy, my heart hammering away inside my chest. I feel warm blood rushing down to my cock, and it becomes as hard as a steel rod in a just a few heartbeats, all my desire channeled to between my thighs.
“Is that for me?” Stacy asks me, a lush smile on her lips as she reaches for my cock and brushes her fingertips over the length of my boner.
“It’s all yours,” I tell her, conscious that Carter and Kieran are watching us.
And the weird thing is…I don’t care. I know they’ve been with her already, and I know that she wants them as much as she wants me.
And if that’s what she wants, that’s what I’ll give her. I never thought I’d feel like this toward someone, but with Stacy…she’s just different. She’s perfect, and everything around her becomes perfect the moment her lips turn into a smile.
Lacing her arm around my neck, she pulls me toward her; I hold my breath as I watch her eyelids droop slowly, and then it’s my turn to close my eyes. By the time our lips touch, it feels as if my body is burning from the inside out.
I surrender to our kiss, parting her lips with the tip of my tongue as something savage takes over me. Kissing her wildly, I tangle my fingers on her hair and force her to throw her head back. My lips go straight to her bare neck, and I can’t help but pull at her smooth skin with my teeth, the moan that tumbles out of her lips like the most perfect song I’ve ever heard.
As I kiss her neck, I let both my hands wander up to her chest, and I squeeze her breasts softly. The warmth of her skin spreads over mine, and I almost lose it as I feel her nipples hardening under the palm of my hand.
“I’m going to fuck you…hard,” I tell her, pulling back from her body so that I can look straight into her eyes. She doesn’t offer me a smile – she simply returns my gaze, her lips framing the most perfect smile I’ve ever seen.
“You will,” she whispers back at me, going for my cock again. “But you’ll wait,” she continues, turning her around and grabbing my cock harshly. I can’t help but groan as she does it, her wicked grin pushing all rationality out of my head.
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