by Piper Flynn
“See, fruit is good too.” Emma reached down and stroked him through the cloth, enjoying his hiss at the contact. “Would you like another burrito now?”
“I think my appetite has taken another direction, little love.”
Emma continued massaging and stroking Ronan’s cock as he eyed her with a hungry stare. Well, that had backfired in a most delicious way. “May I see to my Master’s hunger?”
Ronan growled as she pulled his dick out of his pants and took him in her small hands, twisting and stroking slowly. “Suck just the head, Emma.” Pulling her hair to the side, he watched the head of his shaft disappear between those sweet lips, her tongue working his sensitive tip. When he felt her start to take more of him, he stopped her with the hand in her hair. “The head only, sub.” After a few more minutes of the slow torture, he felt his balls drawing tight. Fuck, he’d never get enough of her.
“Take the rest, Emma,” he growled roughly.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth she took him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing around his length.
“Motherfucker!” Ronan almost spilled himself then and there. Too soon. He loved watching her take his cock, the sight of her lips stretched around him making him feel fucking savage. She continued to pump his base with one hand and take as much as she could with each pass. When he knew he couldn’t hold back any more, he started pumping up into her greedy mouth.
“Take it all, little love. Swallow every drop.”
Emma increased her pace and almost immediately felt his hot cum hit the back of her throat. She moaned around his cock, sucking and licking until she felt him begin to soften. Feeling sassy, she laid her head on his thigh, looking up innocently. “Now that Master’s sexual appetite is taken care of, would he like more fruit?”
Throwing his head back and laughing, Ronan grabbed his bratty sub, ready to show her what happened to subs who tried to top from the bottom, when his doorbell started ringing, followed by thunderous knocks. “What the fuck? Stay here, Emma.”
Striding down the hallway toward the front door, he could now make out not one but two voices, yelling at each other, then more knocking and bell ringing.
“I’m coming. Wait a fucking minute!” This had better be good. He’d had every intention of laying Emma out on the island and having his way with her. The goddamn house had better be burning around them.
“It sounds like Stephen and Ethan,” he heard from directly behind him.
“Goddamn it, Emma. I told you to stay put. What if it had been someone trying to rob the house?”
“Really? Do you think home-invasion types are going to cause this much of a ruckus before they break in?” She gave him a look.
Ronan scowled back at Emma. The woman needed to understand she was precious. If there was even a slight possibility she was in danger, she obeyed. End of story. Throwing open the door, he saw it was indeed Emma’s brothers. “What the fuck is wrong with you two? I was coming to the damn door. You didn’t have to try to beat your way in.”
Both brothers rushed past him and grabbed onto Emma. “Are you okay? Has anything else happened? I’m going to fucking kill whoever did this, mark my words.”
Emma kept swiveling her head from brother to brother because they were both talking at once. “Stephen, I can’t ... what—Ethan, stop yelling. I don’t under—Ouch! Don’t touch it. It’s sore, you lughead.”
Before she could elbow her brother for touching her sore shoulder he was pushed away from her by an irate-looking Ronan. “The fuck, Stephen? Be careful. She’s injured.”
Ethan stopped his brother from charging back at Ronan. “Calm down, you idiot,” he said as he turned from Stephen back to Ronan. “Sorry, Ronan. We rushed over here from Marcus’s place as soon as he called and told us what he found.”
“Marcus? What do you mean what he found?”
Stephen ran an agitated hand through his hair. “Yesterday after you left the café, I was going to run to pick up dinner. When I got to my truck the front tire was flat, so I called Marcus to come pick it up and change it because I’d already used the damn spare and forgot to replace it. He couldn’t get to it until this morning, but he called and told me he pulled a bullet out of my flat tire.”
Emma was shaking her head in confusion. “A bullet? Well, that is odd, but why are you here acting like maniacs?”
“You didn’t get hit by a rock from the mower. Someone took a shot at you,” Ethan said it slowly, anger lacing each word.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would someone want to shoot me?”
Ronan slowly peeled her shirt off her shoulder, exposing the mark again. He felt his heart stop beating before it started pounding away at an insane rate of speed. He turned her this way and that in the light, trying to deny what it could be. “Tell me what happened yesterday when you left the café.”
Emma thought for a moment. “Well, I left because I was getting in the way and I stopped out on the sidewalk because it was so nice. They were mowing the square and the sun felt warm and I just stood there for a few minutes, drinking it in. Then I started walking to my car, but realized I’d left my keys on the counter and turned before I stepped down off the sidewalk and walked back to the café to get them. That’s when the mower threw a rock at me. It burned and stung. These two came running out the door a few seconds later because they heard the car backfire and thought it was a … oh.”
“A gunshot. It sounded like a gunshot,” Ethan finished for her.
“With all the weirdness going on in this damn little town lately, I’m paranoid. We both heard it and went out after her but she was already walking our way, rubbing that,” Stephen said, pointing at the bruise and scrape on her shoulder.
“But it doesn’t make any sense. Why would someone shoot me? I’m nobody. Maybe it was a stray bullet from a hunter.”
“In May?” Stephen asked incredulously.
“In town?” Ethan said with a hint of angry sarcasm.
Frustrated and a little bit scared, if she was being honest with herself, she glared at both her brothers. “Yes, in May. Not everyone pays attention to the law and yes, in town. Last I checked the sheriff hadn’t taken away Pete Miller’s shotgun. Ronan, tell him this is insane.”
“Call the sheriff.” Ronan’s face could have been carved from granite. His mind was having trouble processing the fact that someone had tried to kill the woman he loved. But he’d be damned if he let anyone harm her.
“Done. He’s on his way here to talk to Emma,” Stephen answered as walked over to one of the oversized windows, looking out toward the long driveway. “Shouldn’t be far behind us. Marcus had already called him to report the incident.”
Ronan sat down on the couch, pulling her onto his lap. She wouldn’t leave this house again until whoever was behind this was caught. Tracing a light finger over the abrasion on her shoulder, he tried not to think about could have happened. If she hadn’t forgotten her keys, the bullet would have gone into her throat or head. This wasn’t someone fucking around. This was someone who meant to kill. Shit, it had been a hell of a few months.
First, the idiot in the stolen truck, and now—wait a fucking minute. Couldn’t be. There was no way they were connected. But it made sense in a twisted sort of way. If the truck had succeeded in killing both women, it would have been seen as a tragic accident. It hadn’t done the job. Now they were getting desperate and didn’t care if it looked like an accident or not. “The truck that crashed through the front of the café was intentional. Someone was trying to kill her even then.”
“Ronan, that’s pure paranoia talking. It was a teenager being stupid.” But a vague memory fluttered through her mind. She hadn’t thought about it since it had happened, but she’d heard the driver of the truck laughing as he raced out the back door. She thought it had been her battered brain playing tricks on her, but maybe it hadn’t been. No, it had to be. She was not drinking the Kool-Aid her brothers had.
“Son of a bitch!” Ronan
shouted.
“Motherfucker!” both Ethan and Stephen exclaimed angrily.
“It makes sense, Emma. We’ve offered a reward for information. It was a leading story on the local news station and still nothing. Not even a false lead? Because it wasn’t a dumb teenager stealing a truck. It was a murderer, trying to kill undetected.”
“You have to be mistaken. I mean, seriously, guys, who tries to kill someone with a truck, for goodness’s sake? They are just as likely to be killed or seriously hurt as the people they are trying to hurt.” Emma looked from her brothers back to her lover. She didn’t know if she was trying to convince herself or them at this point. Everything was starting to come together in a very scary way.
“I’m pretty sure logic and reasoning aren’t something most killers are known for, Emma,” Stephen pointed out as they all turned at the sound of the doorbell filling the house. “That’s going to be the sheriff.”
“Keep her there, Ronan. I’ll get the door. She needs to stay away from windows. Who knows where this lunatic might try to take a shot?” Ethan muttered as he went to answer the door.
“Why would anyone want to kill me? This doesn’t really make any sense. I’m me. I don’t have money or anything someone would gain from my death. Do you see why I’m struggling with this, Ronan? Why all three of you have to be mistaken?”
“Honey, you’d better make that all five of us,” she heard Marcus say from behind her. “Sheriff found two shell casings in that little alley next to the art gallery. Same kind they pulled out of Stephen’s tire. Once could have been an accident. Twice, not so much. He’s got some deputies trying to find where the other bullet is lodged. He was pulling up as I was walking in.”
“Little love, I’m thrilled you love this house as much as you do. You won’t be stepping foot out of it until we figure out what’s going on. “
Hearing a quick knock on the door, Emma turned in Ronan’s lap to see the sheriff doff his hat as he walked in, never breaking eye contact with her. Striding past her brothers, he stopped right in front of her, hands on his weapons holster, scowl in place. “I expect this from the damn Kincaid clan but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to ever have this conversation with you. Who in the hell have you pissed off, Emma Black?”
* * * *
Hours had passed since the debacle of a morning had happened. And to think it had started out so promising. The Kincaid clan had invaded en masse and were currently staying spread throughout the house. Emma sighed and snuggled into Ronan’s warm solid body. She’d tried to sleep in another room because his parents were staying. He’d simply burst through the door, picked her up from the bed, and deposited her where she now lay. His parents were the sweetest people. Not anything like she’d imagined rich people to be. His mother, Marty, ruled over all the Kincaid men with an iron fist cloaked in a velvet glove. She’d even had Stephen and Ethan jumping through hoops before they left. It had been very entertaining.
“It’s hard to sleep if you don’t shut down that very busy brain of yours, little love.”
“I like your mom and dad.”
Ronan chuckled at her whispered comment. He knew she’d been worried about meeting them. His mother had taken one look at Emma and immediately pulled her into a hug, welcoming her to the family. “They liked you too.” They’d actually loved her, but he didn’t think Emma was ready to hear that just yet. They’d both taken note of his collar around her neck and beamed with pride. His dad had made a few not-so-sly comments about having little Kincaids running around again.
“You know I can’t stay in this house forever.”
“Why not? We could live quite comfortably. Well, I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”
Emma popped her head up and stared at him incredulously. “Did you really just quote a line from The Princess Bride? I knew I loved you for more than just your fabulous body.”
Ronan chuckled and pulled her up for a kiss. “I will never get tired of hearing you say you love me. Say it again.”
“I love you,” she said with another smacking kiss on the lips.
“Again.”
“I love you.” This time she moved down to nibble on his jaw.
“Mmmmm, again.”
“I love you,” she repeated over and over, kissing and nibbling her way to his impressive manhood. Taking it in her hand she marveled again at how big he was. It amazed her each time he took her that he fit at all. She knew men weren’t supposed to be beautiful but every inch of Ronan was gorgeous, including his long, thick cock. She stroked the silky head with her thumb, delighting in the drop of cum at his tip. Rubbing it off onto her thumb, she sucked the appendage into her mouth, enjoying the salty taste, and heard him groan.
“Ride me, little love.”
Needing no further encouraging, she scooted up until his cock was pressed against her opening and slowly began taking him into her body. When she was full and sitting flush on his crotch, she rocked slowly back and forth, eliciting a hiss from Ronan. She felt hedonistic sitting astride him, slowly circling her hips while he watched her face. Lifting her hands from his chest, she cupped her breasts, kneading them gently before pinching her nipples. The little gold lock thudded gently between her breasts with each undulation.
She was like a goddess riding him, taking what she wanted and needed. He watched her playing with her nipples, licking her fingers, and then trailing the wetness onto her sensitive skin. His collar was the only thing covering her skin. She’d love having those little beauties clamped and sucked. She reached one hand down to the junction of her legs and he couldn’t hold back the groan as she dipped a finger into the heaven to be found there and started rubbing little circles on her clit. She lifted her hand and Ronan seized it, bringing it to his mouth and sucking her juices from each digit. He felt her pussy pulse and opened his eyes to find her watching his mouth, her hips starting to move faster.
“That’s right, little love. Fuck me. Take what you want.” Her movements became jerky and out of control and within minutes, she was crying out her release before falling forward onto his chest. His hard dick was still buried in her wet pussy.
He pulled out, bringing her onto the bed, spooning her from behind. Lifting one of her legs, he positioned himself at her opening and slid in slowly, enjoying the drag of her swollen tissues over his sensitive cock. Closing her legs once he was all the way in her hot body, he began thrusting heavily. One hand found where they were joined so tightly and began playing with her already engorged clit. Within seconds, she was screaming out her second orgasm. Rolling her onto her belly, he continued fucking into her until he couldn’t hold back anymore, spilling himself into her. Falling back onto the bed, he pulled her into his body. “If quoting Princess Bride will get me more of that, I’d better warn you I know way more lines.”
Emma smiled sleepily. How could she not love a man who could quote her favorite movie? “I’m going to hold you to that, Ronan Kincaid.”
“I expect no less, Emma Black.”
She lay there listening to his heart beat, solid and reassuring.
“We can’t ignore what’s going on, Emma. Much as I’d like to do just that.”
Closing her eyes, she snuggled closer, refusing to let reality intrude. “Tomorrow. We’ll stop ignoring it tomorrow. Please. Tonight just hold me.” She heard his sigh before he kissed the top of her head.
“As you wish.”
Chapter 8
“Honestly I can’t believe he let you out of the house.”
“I agree. Boggles the mind you are allowed out of lockdown.”
Emma made a face at both Chase and Kat. It had been three months since someone had taken a shot at her. Nothing else had happened. She was even now questioning if someone had really been trying to kill her to begin with. “Well, I’m not alone. Not really.” Motioning over to the bar, she watched Connie smile and wink at her as he tucked into the massive cinnamon bun he’d ordered. She’
d learned along with cooking, the man loved to eat and any sort of pastries were on the endangered species list.
“Sicced Connie on you, did he? He’s a good fighter, mean and quick,” Chase mumbled around a bite of fries.
“Well, it helps that you’re here too.”
Chase gave her a dashing smile. “Glad to be of service, darling.” Chase was such a loveable goof she sometimes forgot he was once known as “the meanest motherfucker in MMA,” a direct quote from Ronan. He did admit he had always had a total dude crush on Chase, the “Taz.”
“Jack was furious he had to send Ronan to renegotiate the contract. But the CEO would only talk to Ronan one on one. He’s an asshole by all accounts, and Jack was ready to tell him to go fuck himself, but it would mean a lot of people lose their jobs.”
“I tried to tell Ronan to go and not worry. It’s been months and nothing has happened. It’s time for us all to get on with our lives. He can’t continue to babysit me. It’s ludicrous.” Emma huffed.
“Woman, you have lost your mind if you think I’m going to let you leave my waiting area painted that fucking color. And what did you do with my goddamn display tires?”
All heads turned to watch the commotion coming through the diner door.
“It’s a gorgeous color and you know it. I made Bobby throw the tires out in the dumpster. Seriously, Marcus, the things reeked and they didn’t quite mesh with the layout I have planned.”
“In the … what? You threw my tires in the dumpster? Do you have any idea what they cost? And they reeked? It’s a fucking tire store, it’s supposed to smell, like … oh, I don’t know … tires!”