Even though Jack took off, leaving him and Conner to fend for themselves, Brannon had to admit that he didn’t do too badly. Hell, he got Katarina all by himself, even if it did take a couple of weeks of groveling. Regardless, now that he had her, he wanted no one else.
His little kitty Kat was it for him. Of course, he knew that three months ago, when she finally caved and agreed to take him on as a submissive.
God, he hated lying to her, but he had heard the rumors. Katarina Clark never took on a Dominant, ever. This rankled Brannon a bit, especially when he found her cuffed to her bed and Jack having his wicked way with her. He wondered if they had known each other from before, and figuring that was more than likely, Brannon didn’t know how to broach the subject with either of them. Their past together was their own, just like his was, but for a woman who refused to submit to a Dom, she sure looked sexy as hell at the moment.
Deciding he had all the time in the world to figure out that little piece of the puzzle, he concentrated on what her sinful little tongue was doing to his cock.
Another moan exited her mouth, and Brannon growled as she continued to lick and suck on his engorged cock. “Hurry the fuck up, Jack. I ain’t gonna last much longer.” Brannon groaned, picking up his pace as he fucked Katarina’s mouth.
“She’s ready, brother,” Jack said. Brannon didn’t need to know any more than that. Quickly removing his cock from her mouth, he pulled her up toward him. His mouth mere inches from hers. Spreading her legs, he aimed his cock at her pussy and shoved hard. He loved that familiar feeling when his erect cock first thrust hard into a dripping wet pussy. Savoring every second, he began to ram himself into her hot little cunt. Such ecstasy he felt from her body, so much so that he forgot about everything else, including what Jack was about to do. All he wanted was for this moment never to stop. Gasps turned into loud moans as he and Katarina started making noises of unified pleasure.
Then Jack made his move.
Her silky, tight pussy easily accommodated him, and in one spilt second, it felt as if the walls of her pussy clamped down so hard, he would never get himself out of her. Katarina cried out as Jack impaled the full length of his cock in one swift movement. Katarina gasped and clung to him as she bit his shoulder, muffling the pain. Brannon stilled, giving her time to adjust to the both of them, when Jack shouted, “Don’t stop.”
Brannon started slowly moving again, trying to focus on pleasuring her, but every time he withdrew, Jack thrust forward, and Katarina would moan. Soon her moans turned to cries, and before Brannon could stop, she screamed out, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Never one to deny a lady anything, Brannon nodded at Jack and they rode her little body for all it was worth. Brannon muffled her screams and loud moans by taking her mouth and thrusting his tongue deep. He wrapped his arms around her as he and Jack pillaged her. Brannon could hear his brother grunting heavily as he rammed his dick into her back passage, and he himself continued to thrust and moan.
Noises that he could not describe exited his mouth. Screams filled with moans, moans filled with screams. His hard shaft thrusting inside her wet pussy. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t do anything except take what she was giving him. The intense pleasure from her cunt was making his hips move faster. As soon as his hips started to do that, Brannon lost all control. Seconds later, he and Jack were moving in unison. Such an intense pleasure filled his body, all converging at the base of his cock. It was overwhelming. He didn’t want it to stop.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” Jack shouted with a deep moan.
“Me, too,” he replied and then added, “Send her over, Jackie. I can’t stop!”
Brannon began to thrust his hips harder upward, deeper into her.
“Yes!” Her loud scream vibrated throughout the room, and instantly his brother stilled, Jack’s deep voice crying out “Pussy Kat” as he thrust one final time into her ass. Brannon lost what little control he had left, and let himself be consumed by the woman he loved, sending his cum streaming out to deep into her womb. He continued to thrust in unison with his jetting cum until the last drop shot from the head of his dick.
When Jack finally moved away, Brannon pulled Katarina down to the bed, his arms still wrapped around her. Jack quickly removed the binds and rolled next to them. As he lay there, not caring about what was going to happen next, he felt her arms around him.
“I’ve got ya, baby,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
“Is she all right?” Conner asked, walking over to them. “That was rough, Jackie. Did you have to show your true colors so soon? I watched and listened like you asked, but she never said the safe word.”
Katarina turned her head and barely said, “They didn’t hurt me, Conner. I am perfectly fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Brannon tightened his grip around her torso and gave one last embrace, before letting her slide between him and Jack.
“I love you, Pussy Kat. I have since that first night together so long ago. Please stay with us,” Jack said, caressing her back. Brannon listened as his oldest brother spoke from the heart. He knew it couldn’t have been easy to do with him and Conner in the room, but apparently Jack didn’t let that stop him from saying what was in his heart. When Katarina didn’t say anything, Brannon looked down at her and smiled. “She’s asleep.”
“You Neanderthals wore her out,” Conner griped.
“Just let her rest. Tomorrow starts a new day of fun with our little pussy cat,” Jack whispered, kissed her shoulder, and then snuggled behind her.
“Where am I gonna sleep?” Conner asked.
“In front of the fire on the floor, where all pets sleep,” Jack replied sleepily, then chuckled.
Brannon was too tired to say anything. All he could do was lay on the bed, his body sated from all of the attention it had received. Closing his eyes, he drifted into a sleep like none he’d ever had before or since.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Braxton sat at his desk reading the paper while Zac leaned back in his chair, throwing darts at the board as they waited impatiently for Landon Michaels to arrive. Rafe Anderson was sleeping at his desk since there was literally nothing to do in the town. With the latest snow melting slowly, all the residents of Treasure Cove were out and about, happy to enjoy the bright sun shining down upon them. It was days like this that Braxton enjoyed his job, but looking at the clock over on the far wall, he knew his respite wouldn’t last long. Soon, the FBI would arrive and Braxton would have to do something that he really didn’t want to do. Just the thought of putting Sophie behind bars was abhorrent to him. That woman had already been through enough crap in her life, she deserved to live the rest of her life in peace, not behind bars.
Nevertheless, the evidence that had accumulated in such a short amount of time did not look good, and unless something or someone appeared to exonerate her, Sophie Kincaid was going to be in big trouble. Left with no choice, Braxton’s hands were tied.
“You know, we can kidnap her and hide her somewhere where no one will find her until we create evidence that would set her free.”
Braxton slowly turned toward the ex US Marshal and wondered how he was not behind bars himself. The man walked the fine line of justice, and Braxton was one hundred percent positive that if it came down to it, Zac would side with those who mattered, rather than with the law. Since Zac showed up a couple of months ago to help with the Masterson case, he had stayed lurking around Treasure Cove and Celestial, trying to find information regarding Pandora. The shy goth woman disappeared right after Hazel’s ex-husband arrived, killing a young woman from Celestial. No one had seen her since, but if Braxton were a betting man, his money would be on Miz Raven and Moon Goddess, because he knew there was no way in hell those two women would ever let Pandora flee without a forwarding address.
Pandora had come to Celestial some years ago and made her home there when Apollo found her shivering and hun
gry. Since then, the town of Celestial rallied around her and made her one of their own, that was, until Garrett Riley and Zac Phelps showed up.
“We’re not harboring a fugitive, Zac. So get that glee of mischief out of your eyes.” Braxton groaned, returning to reading his paper.
“All I’m saying is that I find it hard to believe that a little woman like Sophie Kincaid could murder anyone. I get that she has a record and all, but you show me a mother who would idly stand by and watch her son get hurt and I’ll show you beachfront property in the Sahara Desert. You don’t mess with a momma bear and her cubs, if you catch my drift.”
“What are you talking about?” Braxton said, placing his paper down on the desk. “Sophie was arrested for beating the hell out of Mr. Hickenbottom because she caught his wife fooling around with her husband. And she also beat the crap out of the wife. She went postal on them. Poor Mr. Hickenbottom was in the hospital for weeks after Sophie got done with him,” Braxton informed him.
“That’s not how I heard it,” Zac said, stopping short. Placing the darts on Brannon’s desk, he sat down and made himself comfortable before saying, “I was talking with Cricket, and she told me that Sophie found Mr. Hickenbottom beating the hell out of Conner. Why, she didn’t know, but when Sophie happened upon the fight, she went all native, trying to protect her son. But it wasn’t Sophie who beat the hell out of him. It was Jack and Brannon. Did you know that when a family is in need, it doesn’t matter who anyone is mad at? All that matters is that no one wallops a family member without the rest showing up for retribution.”
“Wait a minute.” Braxton growled. “Jack and Brannon weren’t even there that day. They were with Apollo over at the Rainbow Room.”
“Yep, they were. According to Cricket, it was a going away party for Brannon. Did you know he got accepted into Yale’s law program? Who knew that boy was smart. Anyway, according to Cricket, all of Celestial was there to celebrate. She said it was a big blowout blessed by the universe. Later that night, Conner decided he had had enough and left. On his way home, this Mr. Hickenbottom feller jumped him and beat the crap out of him. That’s when Sophie and her two other sons happened to walk up on them. Cricket said Jack and Brannon did a number on the man, and when they were done, Sophie decided she needed to take a swipe at him and slapped him hard across the face. That’s where the DNA evidence came from, because Sophie left it on him.”
“Are you telling me that Sophie was innocent? That she took the blame so her sons wouldn’t do time?”
“Sounds like it to me. I told ya, Braxton, you don’t mess with a momma bear’s cubs, ever.”
“But she attacked Hickenbottom’s wife at the courthouse. We all saw that.”
“Yeah, about that, according to Moon Goddess, Mrs. Hickenbottom threatened to out her boys for their true natures, whatever that meant. I couldn’t get Moon to explain that, but she did say that just because some delights are not for the weak, the universe loves all its children, and we should just accept that.”
“Did anyone in Celestial tell you why Mr. Hickenbottom attacked Conner?”
“Not really, but I got the impression that some of the folks in Celestial really didn’t care for him. Many of the residents didn’t like the way he was always preaching about the sins of the flesh, whatever that meant. But I did talk with Helios, he is the new owner of Hickenbottom’s store, and he said that when he purchased the store, Hickenbottom asked him flat out if he sought satisfaction with the male sex,” Zac quietly said. “It seems to me that Hickenbottom had a dislike for anyone who played on the same team.”
“He was a homophobe?” Braxton whispered.
“Yeah, sounds like it to me.”
Braxton had dealt with his fair share of those types of people. Growing up in a community that was diverse and accepted everyone regardless of race, religion, or sexual orientation, he found it hard to live outside Treasure Cove. However, if what Zac was saying was the truth, then they had a problem.
Both towns were created on one premise, that anyone could live here free of persecution. A lot of the founding families fled their homelands to live a life they wanted but couldn’t where they were. Both communities worked together to see to it that no one felt let out and that everyone was welcome. He couldn’t believe that in today’s day and age, there were still some folks who felt like loving a man was a sin, but he knew there were. Remembering how he felt growing up, and what his father once said to him in anger, made it harder for him to accept his true nature, but when he found Jordan, and then Charlotte, he realized that the only thing that mattered was what they thought of him, not everyone else.
Each town had its share of perversions. However, no one judged. Everyone was accepted. To have a virus living amongst them was something that no one would allow, and from what he heard Zac say, it seemed that the Kincaid family felt the same. If Zac was correct, then the Kincaid family was only protecting one of their own, and there was no law broken. Since Mr. Hickenbottom moved soon after, then there was no reason to arrest Sophie.
The front door burst open and in walked Landon Michaels. Trailing behind him was a stunningly beautiful woman with white-blonde hair and electric-blue eyes. The woman was hauntingly beautiful, almost as if she were an illusion rather than a real person. There was something mysterious about her. Something that drew every man in the room to her. Even Landon was not his loquacious self. Rafe bolted straight out of his chair and looked as if he was in a trance. Zac stared and slowly closed his mouth, which had immediately popped open when she walked into the room.
Oh yeah, this woman was trouble with a capital T.
“Braxton, Zac, Rafe, this is Agent Emerson, my new partner,” Landon said, quickly making the introductions.
“Please call me Ace, everyone does,” the lovely siren said. Her voice was husky and seductive as she moved past Landon and further into the room. Every man in the room looked at her as if waiting to see or hear what she would do next.
Shaking off the fog, Braxton asked, “Ace?”
The beautiful agent turned her full attention on him, and that was when Braxton felt as if he had been suckered punched. She smiled kindly and said, “Angelica Clementine Emerson, Ace for short.” Extending his hand, Braxton smiled back and welcomed her.
It was that exact moment, with the agent’s hand in his, that he heard, “Who the fuck are you and why are you touching my husband!”
The once-warm room turned ice cold, and nobody dared move. There were many things Braxton loved about his life, but at that precise moment, he couldn’t think of a single one. All he could think about was if he was going to survive long enough to explain. There weren’t many things that scared the hell out of him, but when a small, five-foot-four woman with soft blonde hair marched over to him and stared at him with lethal intent, Braxton actually jumped back and fell against his desk. Nothing in his life scared him more than the woman he married, especially when she had her sights set on him. He loved his wife, he really did. He would do anything for her, but being married to the hell kitten of Treasure Cove was a dangerous job, one that came with caution signs and warning labels. Now, all he had to figure out was how to get out of this mess before his beloved wife ripped certain parts of his anatomy from his body, condemning his soul to hell.
“Baby doll!”
“Don’t you baby doll me, sheriff,” she seethed, inching closer to him as Braxton watched everyone else take a step back. Poor Rafe actually fled the station like a scalded cat. “I had a few minutes and I thought I would surprise you with a hot lunch since you’ve been working so hard. So, imagine my surprise when I find you slobbering all over that smoking-hot woman. I saw the way you looked at her, sheriff, with wide eyes and drool dripping down your chin. And to think I gave you the best years of my life!”
“Sweetheart, I was just shaking her hand. She’s Landon’s new partner,” Braxton explained quickly.
“Then let him slobber all over her,” she said, moving closer. “You are a marrie
d man. How would you like it if I threw myself all over Zac?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Zac muttered. “Your wife is one hot momma, Braxton.”
“You stay out of this!” Braxton shouted.
“Well, at least someone thinks I’m still sexy.”
“You are sexy!” Braxton shouted, moving closer to her. “Baby doll, I love you. I would never touch another woman, ever.”
“Really? You haven’t touched me since Joc was born,” his wife said, lowering her eyelashes and blushing a bit.
“Charlotte, you and Jordan are the loves of my life. You just had a baby. You need time to heal. You remember what Doc Jenkins said. We can’t do anything until he gives you the okay. It won’t be much longer, I promise,” he said soothingly, pulling his wife into his arms.
Ever since Charlotte had his son, her hormones had gone haywire. One minute she was sweet, the next she was bawling over a dust bunny she found under the bed. She was systematically driving everyone around her nuts. Oh, he and Jordan tried to contain the crazy that was his wife, but on occasion, she broke free and wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting members of this town, and from the looks of things, this just happened to be one of those times. “Baby doll, where’s Jordan?”
“Um…” she muttered, slowly inching away. Braxton had lived with this woman long enough to know that when she umed him, she was hiding something. Charlotte Connelly was a smart, cunning, and very devious woman. So when she hemmed and hawed, and spoke softly, Braxton knew that whatever she had done wasn’t going to be pretty.
“Where is he, Charlotte?” Braxton asked again, this time moving toward her retreating body. When he had her cornered, she looked up into his eyes, and all Braxton saw was mischief. His little hell kitten was up to something. “Where is he?”
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