by Laina Kenney
When he sped up his pace, Avelyn gasped. Electricity shot through her in rolling waves and tingled in her nerve endings with every deep plunge. She let out a vibrant moan around her mouthful of cock.
His face dark with lust, Locke improved the strength of his lunges until the table legs creaked with each powerful drive. The rhythmic sound was a vivid emphasis of their inspiring pace.
Sam grunted and spewed shots of cum into her mouth. She tried to swallow him down, pumping faster with her hand to stay with him, but some of it leaked out and ran down her cheek.
The salty taste of semen in her mouth made her whole body tighten, and Locke responded. With a deep twisting motion of his body, Locke brought her to a forceful release. Her body convulsed in rapture and rose to meet his every movement. Roaring out his pleasure, he jetted into her in hot, dramatic surges and sent her over the edge into a blind oblivion.
Chapter 8
Avelyn woke the following morning to warm sunlight on her skin and a pair of large hands rubbing gentle circles on her back. She stretched and then moaned. Her thigh muscles protested, though not as much as she might have expected after a night like last night. There was a twinge of acknowledgement in her pussy, but she felt wonderful.
“Take it easy, honey girl. We kept you up half the night. You’ve earned a slow day.”
Sam. She could hear the smile in his voice and feel the affection in his hands.
“I thought I kept you up,” she returned without opening her eyes.
The mischievous comment caused Sam to give her backside a little swat. She wriggled her bottom at him, but he didn’t smack it again. Too bad.
“You sure did keep us up, honey girl,” he said. His voice was warm and slow, like his hands as he continued his tender rub down.
Avelyn relaxed into her pillow with a sigh. She felt so good under Sam’s expert touch. She was content to be still and enjoy.
“How are you feeling this fine morning?” he asked after a while.
“Mmm.” It was a lazy answer.
“Well, that good, huh?” Sam laughed. The mattress shifted on one side, and he kissed her bare shoulder. Lingered a moment.
He sat back and continued the leisurely massage until Avelyn felt she might just fall asleep again and dream of him forever.
His caresses became deeper, slower. Gradually, the feelings inspired by those talented hands changed from relaxation into the gentle rise of arousal. Avelyn twisted her body to follow his hands, to increase the power of each action until she was moaning with each stroke.
Sam seemed to be concentrating on the area of her buttocks, massaging and squeezing. It was more stimulating than she would have thought.
Avelyn could feel the slick fluids sliding out of her hot pussy, and she wriggled, trying the entice him. As if in answer, his touch moved lower, skimming her lower lips. He dragged her cream up and back to smooth it between her ass cheeks and over her tight pucker. He rubbed a little right there before moving away from that sweet spot to rub her legs again. She bucked once in irritation.
Sam murmured in a low voice, and something cold slipped down her crack. Her buttocks clenched, and she panted.
His hands pressed her ass cheeks open, and he teased her puckered entrance with one finger. No one had ever touched her there. She had never experienced such extreme sensations. It was so alien she wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it. All she knew was that she wanted more.
When that finger pressed in and then slid out, she whimpered at the unfamiliar feeling. It was a dark pleasure, forbidden and mesmerizing. He repeated the motion over and over until she was squirming helplessly against the sheets. He was driving her crazy with this foreign hunger.
Sam whispered to her, but her heart was pounding in her ears, and she couldn’t hear him.
A second finger joined the first, spreading more thick moisture. He pumped his fingers in and out of her tender hole in a scorching stimulation of the sensitive nerve endings.
She raised her butt in the air, begging with her body because she just didn’t have the words to ask for this.
He moved behind her, and something large and hot came up against her tender opening. He pushed slowly but with some strength, and her body resisted him.
“Oh,” she moaned, writhing. “Sam.”
“Push out, Avelyn.” Sam groaned. “Push against me. Honey, push.”
Avelyn pushed back, and the big head of his cock popped inside the little ring of muscle. Her muscles seized and clenched on him, and she wailed until the spasm loosened up. She could feel her pussy dripping juices down her thigh.
Sam’s harsh breathing echoed in her ear. He pushed in a little further and halted with a reverent oath as her muscles squeezed him again.
He pulled out a little and then sank in with the whole weight of his body behind him. He hilted with his balls pressed against her pussy lips. She could feel his strong thighs against the backs of her trembling legs. His long shaft was hard as steel inside her, and Avelyn panted through the blaze of her stretched tissues.
Slowly, he began to move. When he thrust inside, the fiery friction burned, but when he slid out, her nerves bloomed with a baffling delight. Each slick drive increased the wicked excitement, and when Sam slid a hand between her legs to press her swollen clit, she came with a frenzied squeal.
Her muscles clamped down around his cock. He yelled and blasted inside her with heated bursts of semen that seemed to go on and on. It only drove her shuddering body higher until finally they fell to the bed with Sam sprawled half over her.
After a time, her convulsing body relaxed, and Sam was able to pull out. He wiped them off with the massage towel then drew the blanket over them.
Avelyn cuddled close in his warm arms and tried not to think of how barren her life would seem when her time in Texas was over and she had to go back to London alone.
Chapter 9
Sam heard light footsteps approaching, but he didn’t turn from the stove. He knew who was behind him. He had heard Avelyn stirring a few minutes before when he went to check on her.
Sam had listened at the door. He had no intention of waking her if she still slept. The past two nights had been incredible, and the woman gave as good as she got, but she needed her rest.
Locke was out at the barn with Zane, cleaning his gun and talking security just as he had yesterday morning. Zane and Locke were of the same mind when it came to safety matters. They wanted to be out hunting the bastard who was chasing Avelyn, but they wanted her out of harm’s way, and they didn’t trust anyone else with her protection.
The last two nights when Avelyn slept, Locke and Zane had slipped off into the night to set some rudimentary traps. They really didn’t take kindly to the idea of some foreigner coming onto the old homestead to abuse a young woman in their care.
He could almost feel sorry for the bastard, but Sam had been the one tending the bruises on Avelyn’s face and the cut on her soft throat. His hands clenched into fists. If that Irishman suffered a little before he was taken off to jail, Sam wouldn’t mind one bit.
Sam smiled grimly. And if the man disappeared while he was in Texas, well, he was a foreigner and just didn’t know the land.
He flipped the omelet once more and slid it onto a warmed plate. The toast popped up, and he grabbed it just as two slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Avelyn pressed her face against his back, nuzzling against his soft, worn T-shirt. Sam was careful in his movements as he buttered the toast, not wanting to bump her. After a day of pampering and regular meals, she was looking better, but she still had bruises.
When the toast was safely on the plate, he turned a little in her arms and kissed the top of her head. Her hair was tangled, but she smelled delicious, like warm woman and distilled sex. His cock lengthened behind his zipper.
“I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But you’ll have to eat it quick, or we’ll be calling it lunch.”
Avelyn looked up at hi
m with the cutest little frown.
“It’s almost noon,” Sam clarified.
“I slept until noon?”
She sounded so shocked that he grinned at her.
“Yup. And you slept most of yesterday. Did you a world of good, from what I can see.”
Sam ushered her to a chair and pulled it out for her to sit.
The table wobbled when he set her plate down with a glass of orange juice, and he made a mental note to take a look at it later. After the unaccustomed use it was put to a couple of nights before, it would make sense if the old thing was a bit unsteady.
He looked at Avelyn. She was moving well now, no winces, no obvious pain. Good.
A beam of sunlight shone in through the side window and made a path straight to Avelyn. Its golden glow lit her fiery hair and made her fair skin gleam like a perfect pearl.
Sam’s heart thumped in his chest, and he swallowed hard against the sudden prickle behind his eyes.
Damn that was a beautiful sight. And he wanted her right there in their kitchen for the next fifty years. She seemed happy enough right now, but she was young. She was educated, she lived in a very cosmopolitan city, and she had her entire life ahead of her. How the hell were they going to convince her to stay in Texas permanently?
She wouldn’t need their protection forever. When the danger had passed, she would go back to her life in London, and they would be in Texas without her.
He was starting to feel desperate, like time was racing toward her departure from his life, from their lives. Perhaps she would be willing to continue her theatre studies at the University of Dallas. Sam had a couple of friends who had studied there, talented actors and one producer who had only good things to say about the drama program.
Or maybe Locke would have an idea on how to convince Avelyn to stay.
Sam grunted. No, Locke would just suggest they keep her in bed for the next few years until she didn’t want to leave. His dick liked that idea too, but Sam wanted her heart as well as her sweet, lithe body.
Sam could acknowledge to himself that his feelings were engaged already, and he knew Locke’s were as well. The chemistry the three of them shared was intense, but great chemistry by itself wouldn’t be enough to last if there wasn’t some emotion involved.
Zane and Locke came in through the back door just as Avelyn rose from the table.
“Thanks for breakfast, Sam. Time for a shower,” she said and disappeared up the stairs.
Zane watched her go with a frown. He reached over and snagged the uneaten toast off her plate.
“She’s young, midtwenties at most. You boys know what you’re doing here?” Zane asked. He took a bite of toast.
Sam understood where the question came from even as he stiffened. Years before, Zane had built a beautiful new home up on the rise for his young bride, only to discover that she didn’t want to be tied down to one man so early in life. Now Zane lived in the big Spanish-style house alone.
Sam was about to respond, but Locke beat him to it.
“Yeah,” Locke said. “We know.”
He left it at that.
Chapter 10
Avelyn hummed as she danced down the stairs. The full skirt of her new white sundress swirled around her calves in a froth of tiers and lace. She couldn’t remember feeling this happy. The past two days with the men she now thought of as hers had been wonderful, the best days of her life. Maybe when the danger was over she could stay on in Texas, explore this fiery connection, and try to make a life here.
Try to convince two stubborn Texans that they had something worth keeping.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked up to see Sam frowning at her from the kitchen.
“What is it?”
He shook his head and tried a smile. It fell flat.
“Grange called. Locke’s on the phone with him now,” he said.
“Has he heard anything? Has something happened?” she asked. “What’s going on?”
Sam shrugged. Avelyn waited, but he said nothing more.
“Tell me.” It came out as a demand, and for once she didn’t worry about manners. She needed to know.
Sam raised his hands in the universal gesture of surrender.
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”
Avelyn pushed past him and into the kitchen where Locke had his cell phone to his ear. His shoulders were tense, his face so tight and rigid his scars stood out in stark relief.
“Fuck, not Conn,” Locke said into the phone. His eyes cut over to Avelyn, and the concern in them paralyzed her.
Her knees weakened, and she fell against Sam.
“Uncle Conn,” she whispered. He couldn’t be gone. He was such a large presence in her life from a very young age. Her father wasn’t always reliable, but Conn had always been there for her, no matter what. It would leave a big gap in her life if something ever happened to him.
Sam pulled her into his arms, and she was grateful for the support, but she kept her eyes on Locke. She didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Glad to hear it. We’ll keep in contact. Yes, hourly. Yes, the tracker is on her.”
Locke flipped the phone shut and clipped it on his belt.
“Conn’s on his way to the hospital,” he said without preamble. “Grange is driving, and I could hear Conn swearing at him, so it’s not life-threatening. He’s okay.”
The relief flowing through her veins gave her a burst of bright energy. Avelyn pushed out of Sam’s arms.
“I want to see him.”
“No, we’re staying here.”
Avelyn gaped at him.
“My uncle has been injured, perhaps seriously, and I want to see him,” she said, enunciating every word. Maybe Locke just didn’t realize how important this was to her.
Locke crossed his arms over his wide chest.
“No.”
Avelyn could feel her temper rise to the surface, but she tried to speak in a calm manner.
“That’s it? No reason, no explanation, just no? If you can’t give me a reason that makes sense, I’ll go on my own.”
Locke leaned in close to her face, his stance radiating pure male frustration.
“You’re not going into the city. It’s safer for you here.” He spoke evenly, but his eyes were hot.
“Is that the law according to Locke?” She sniffed in disdain. “Well la-di-da to that.”
“You said you’d be smart and follow the rules.”
Avelyn could feel her pulse pick up speed. The same man who could so effortlessly drive her temperature higher in bed could push her buttons in an argument as well. She put her hands on her hips and glared.
“Keeping me prisoner in this house isn’t a rule.”
“Keeping you safe is a rule that makes sense every damn time. Your safety is my first priority. It’s written in stone, darlin’.”
“I’m not your darling. I’m going to see my Uncle Conn and you can’t do a thing to stop me. He’s my family. I have to see him. The only way to keep me here is to tie me down,” she said with an angry swing of her hair.
“I’m goddamn tempted to do just that.”
Locke started forward, and a deep thrill washed through her at his formidable expression, but Sam stepped in between them and talked fast.
“We’ll both go with her. Zane can follow in another vehicle for backup. She’ll be surrounded by agents when we get to the hospital.”
Locke stopped and looked at Sam, considering.
Avelyn knew when it was time to keep her mouth shut, but it was so hard to stand there and wait for the outcome. It was torture for a person of her temperament to let someone else finish an argument. She kept quiet with an effort and watched the brothers, hardly daring to breathe.
* * * *
Locke was so frustrated with Avelyn and her fine Irish temper that he wanted to paddle her ass and lock her in the bedroom for the next decade. Even if she turned up her nose and didn’t speak to him, or worse, if she cried, she’
d be alive to do it.
But as much as it galled him to admit it, Sam was right. With both Locke and Sam in the vehicle right beside her, and Zane following from a distance, the trip into the city should be safe. And surrounded by D.I.G. agents and hospital security personnel, she would be almost as safe at the hospital as she would be at the ranch house.
As long as they shook off any tails before they left the city, keeping her safe back at the ranch shouldn’t be a problem either.
He pulled out his cell phone again.
“Grange, Locke here. We’re bringing Avelyn in to the hospital to see that Conn’s okay.”
He winced and held the phone away from his ear. Grange’s protest could be heard by all. He gestured at the phone, and Sam mouthed the word sorry.
Avelyn just pursed her lips as if she didn’t give a shit that his boss was tearing him a new one. It made him want to do some stupid thing like grab her and plant a big old Hollywood kiss right on those cute little puckered lips. Then he could drag her off to bed and keep her on her back and under him for the next week to work off some of this blistering aggravation she had caused.
Sam wasn’t helping either. It was more than obvious that his allegiance had switched to Avelyn the moment he had first seen her.
“Yes, I know,” Locke said into the phone, “but she needs it. She’ll just drive herself crazy until she sees him.”
Damn, he had it bad. And now his boss and everyone else at D.I.G. would know it because they all knew he would never go along with a plan like this for anyone else.
In any protection situation, Locke was always the one advising they keep the client safe and minimize any risk. Avelyn Reilly was turning him into a head case.
“Zane will do backup from the ranch.” He was silent for a moment, listening to Grange and Conn.
“Good, thanks.”
Locke ended the call and frowned at Avelyn and his interfering brother. He pointed one finger straight at her.