“Pierson, get in here!” Brock called from the back of the house. With one last look around the kitchen and turning up nothing, he walked down the hall toward Brock.
“What up?” he asked as he entered the smaller bedroom. “Shit.”
Pierson couldn’t believe what his eyes were taking in. They had found the evidence they needed. Payton was going away for a long time, if they found him. The walls of the room were lined with newspaper cutouts of fires around Montana, including the local paper’s report on the arsonist in Merricks.
The man was obsessed with fire and firemen. There were pictures of firemen and fires from all over. Some were action shots, the firemen at work. It was as if Payton had followed them to fires and snapped them in action. Others were of firehouses and Payton standing next to the men as though they were celebrities.
It gave Pierson the chills. A desk sat against one wall covered with papers and more pictures. There was even a map of Montana with places highlighted. Could they have been sites of other fires? Had Payton been lighting fires outside of Merricks?
“This guy is one sick fucker,” Brock told him. “Looks like he had this obsession for a while.”
“He needs to be stopped and now,” Pierson replied. “Before he starts hurting people.”
“He was getting bolder.” Brock was moving things around on the desk, his attention on the paperwork.
“Especially when he lit the fire at the Hammond ranch.”
“Looks like he had planned a fire at the old cheese factory, out past the school.” The building had stood empty for years since going out of business, but it was very close to town.
“Is there anything about the fire at Holly’s place?” Pierson asked and then turned as something caught his eye.
In one corner of the room sat more red cans of gasoline, lined up and connected by wires. It almost looked like a homemade bomb. Pierson walked closer to get a better look. Behind the gasoline bottles sat a brown claylike bar with more wires hanging out. It was then Pierson saw the attached mobile phone.
It was on and the countdown was rapidly decreasing toward zero. Pierson felt his eyes widen and a chill go down his spine. They had walked right into a house wired to explode, and they only had thirty seconds to get the fuck out.
Pierson grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and hauled him from the room.
“Run!” he shouted, pulling his brother behind him and bolting down the hall. Pierson thundered down the hall and leapt from the porch, Brock hot on his heels. They raced away from the house and toward the road. An almighty explosion lifted Pierson off his feet and slammed him forward as the house exploded behind him. The noise was deafening, and he covered his head as debris fell all around him.
Pierson lay on the ground, winded and singed, until he was able to recover his breath. He sat up, groaning, and looked toward his brother who lay not far from him. Brock was out cold, and he rushed over to his side.
Pierson checked his brother for signs of life and was relieved when he discovered shallow breathing and a pulse. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket only to find it smashed and dead.
He could hear sirens in the distance growing louder and louder racing toward their location. As the fire trucks pulled up and the men piled out, Pierson lay back on the grass next to his brother and waited. His heart was racing, and he was sweating from the heat of the blaze.
He was checked over and an ambulance was called for Brock. He used one of the firemen’s cells to ring Grayson. They were going to meet at the hospital in Helena. Pierson was more determined than ever to find Payton.
As soon as he was released from hospital, he was going to go back on the hunt. That was if Blake hadn’t found him already. He owed him big time for nearly killing him and Brock, and he wanted payback.
He let the paramedics load him into an ambulance. Brock had already been taken by chopper. This little town hadn’t seen this much action in years. He shuddered to think of what could happen next if things stayed on this path. A serial killer maybe, or an invasion of aliens.
He lay on the stretcher and closed his eyes. He smiled as he pictured Kate’s face. God, he loved her. Loved her spunk and her round, soft body. He still owed her a spanking, but that would have to wait. It was all right. They had plenty of time. The rest of their lives, if Pierson had any say in it.
Chapter Seventeen
Grayson carried a very tired Kate through the front door and straight up to the master suite. She had slept the entire drive home from Helena and didn’t wake up when they pulled into the garage.
She’d had a rough couple of days, with getting taken by a madman and held at gunpoint then racing to the hospital after Brock and Pierson had almost gotten themselves blown up.
Brock and Pierson followed them upstairs after being released from the hospital earlier that day. Pierson had only a few minor cuts and burns but was fine. Brock had had a concussion and was kept overnight for observation. They were both extremely lucky they weren’t injured worse or even killed.
Surely Payton would have known someone would go to his house looking for him. Which meant he was willing to kill to get away. Blake and the town had searched endlessly, but had turned up nothing. Payton was gone, and Pierson blamed himself for not picking up on it sooner.
Grayson didn’t blame him though. They were all worried about Kate and Sarah and weren’t really thinking about anything beyond finding them alive. Anyone would have made the same mistake. It was only Pierson prided himself on being able to pick up on small details, and he had let something so obvious and the gasoline cans in the trunk of Payton’s car slip by his notice.
Grayson approached the bed and gently lowered Kate onto the mattress. He slipped off her shoes and started to undress her for bed. He smiled down at her as she sleepily opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Are we home?” she asked, her voice groggy.
“Yes, baby girl,” he replied. “Let’s get you undressed and then into bed.”
She let him slip her jumper and T-shirt over her head, but slapped his hands away as he tried to unbutton her jeans.
“Stop fighting me, love. The quicker I get you undressed, the quicker you can go back to sleep.”
“No, I’ll do it.” Kate moved his hands away and unbuttoned her jeans. Grayson stood back as he and his brothers watched her peel her tight jeans over her hips and down passed her thighs. They both groaned at the sight of her in her panties and bra, with her jeans halfway down her creamy thighs.
Brock moved forward, impatiently ripping the jeans from her legs. He snapped off her bra, and her full breast spilled out. She yelped and tried to cover her breast with her hands. That only left Brock free to pull her panties from her body and leaving her pussy exposed.
“I don’t need to be naked to sleep, you know.” She pouted, trying to move up the bed and under the covers.
“Yes, you do,” Pierson said. “You will always be naked in our bed from now on. It’s a rule.”
“One of many coming your way, babe,” Brock added.
When she thought she was safely hidden under the covers, Grayson grabbed the thick material in his hand and pulled. Kate yelped and rolled onto her stomach, trying to hide herself from them again. This exposed her firm, round ass to their gaze, and they all groaned again.
Grayson quickly divested himself of clothes and waited whilst Brock and Pierson did the same. He climbed onto the bed next to her, stroking his hand down her silky flesh to rest on her warm butt.
“Now that you’re awake, love, come here and show me some loving,” Grayson told her. He didn’t wait for her reply as he tucked his hands under her armpits and dragged her on top of him.
Grayson lay on his back and pulled one of her legs over his hips so that she straddled him. She smiled as she stared down into his eyes, and Grayson wasted no time in leaning up and taking her mouth. Running his hand up her neck and into her hair, he pulled her down and deepened the kiss. His lips melded onto hers, a
nd he tasted her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips.
She hungrily kissed him back and, spreading her legs, she positioned herself on top of his hard erection. She rubbed her wet heat back and forth and groaned into his mouth.
The kiss turned hot and heavy, and they were both soon short of breath.
Grayson grabbed onto her hips and stilled her action. He wanted in her tight pussy, not just have her grind herself to completion. But first things first. He rolled them on the bed until he was on top and Kate was on her back in the middle of the bed.
His brothers jumped up either side of her as Grayson spread her thighs wide and moved down her body. Kate gave a halfhearted protest before he swiped his tongue from anus to clit.
He watched as Brock took one of her nipples in his mouth, making the little pink bud turn hard and red. Pierson kissed her mouth, drinking in her cries of arousal, their tongues dueling.
He went back to licking at her pussy and tasting her unique flavor. She was all woman, his woman, and he loved the taste of her in his mouth. Kate wiggled and squirmed around as the brothers paid homage to her body. She got wetter and wetter, her juices dripping from her pussy and down her crack as she got closer and closer to completion.
Grayson slipped one longer finger inside her tight channel, surrounding it with heat and causing her to cry out. When he added another, he curled his fingers and pressed against the spongy spot, before tickling it back and forth. It wasn’t long before Kate was moving her hips back and forth, unable to control her actions.
Grayson sucked her little pearly clit in between his lips and gently bit down, crashing Kate into orgasm. She ripped her lips from Pierson’s and screamed out her ecstasy. Her whole body got involved as she shuddered and rocked as the passion took over.
After he gently drew her down from her orgasm, he lifted his head and sat back. She was beautiful to him and so damned arousing with her legs splayed open and her juices coating her thighs. Her nipples were hard and red and pointy. Her mouth was slightly open as she sucked in air.
His cock got impossibly hard at the erotic sight, and he thought his brothers would be in much the same condition. No other woman had affected him like this. He got hard just at the thought of her, and when he did get her naked, he was like a novice who had never had a woman before. Impatient and quick to blow. She did this to him, with her silky thighs and her large, full breasts.
But it wasn’t just her body that had him hard. When she fired up and sassed him, his cock rose at her defiance, demanding satisfaction. She tempted him and his control, and his whole being rose to the challenge, to be the one to tame her.
Grayson got of the bed and moved to the chest of drawers. He opened the top draw and took out some condoms and lube and then removed a silk tie. When he went back to the bed, Pierson and Brock had gone back to playing with their woman’s body, preparing her for more loving.
“Move back,” he told them, before addressing Kate. “Sit up, baby girl, and turn around, putting your arms behind you.”
“Why?” she asked. Grayson heard her yelp as he slapped her inner thigh, leaving a nice pink handprint behind.
“Is that how you speak to your Dom?” he asked silkily.
“No, Master Grayson. It’s not,” she replied. He lifted his eyebrows at her when she still didn’t move then watched her scramble into position. Grayson smiled and moved forward.
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Kate’s thigh still stung where Grayson had smacked her. She felt him secure her wrists behind her with a material, pulling them tight together, but not hurting her. When her wrists were secure, he gave her another swat to her fleshy ass cheek, making her jump. It stung, but didn’t hurt, and Kate recognized it as a playful swat as opposed to a punishment smack.
Pierson moved to lie on his back, taking Grayson’s earlier position and then patting his thighs.
“Get on board, little darling,” he said. “I want to feel that hot pussy on my cock.”
Kate awkwardly shuffled forward and straddled Pierson. He held her hips as she settled on his lap and then rose up to take his hard erection into her body. As she slowly sank down, Kate leaned forward and kissed his mouth, meshing their lips as she took more and more of his long cock inside her channel, before breaking away again.
“Fuck, girl. So tight. So hot,” he said, groaning. “Can you feel your hot wet heat sucking me in?”
“Yes, Master Pierson,” she replied. She stilled as her hips hit his, taking his full length to the hilt. “You feel so big and hard. I want to move. I need more.”
“Not yet, little darling. Grayson has to prepare your ass.”
Kate felt something cold and wet running down her crack. Grayson had moved onto the bed behind her, whilst Brock stood off to the side, slowly pumping his erection in his hand. Kate looked at him as he stroked himself. There was something naughty about watching a man pull on his own cock and Kate stared, fascinated.
It wasn’t long before Grayson had her attention again, putting a long finger into her ass and causing her to jump. It felt good, and she groaned as she tried to ride the finger deep in her puckered opening.
She was getting hot again, her senses on overload. Grayson added another finger, stretching her to accommodate his girth. She panted and withered, causing her to shift on Pierson’s cock, all the while watching Brock’s hand on his cock.
She licked her lips as she looked over at his long perfect length. It was angry and red, its head almost purple in color, with one long vein standing out on the shaft. She hadn’t really taken a close look at many penises before, but her three men’s were beautiful in all their glory.
“Get ready, love,” Grayson said. She felt the head of his cock pushing against her back hole, demanding entrance. She pushed out against it, and it popped through her ring of muscle and slid inside her.
She threw back her head and let out a lustful groan as the men started to move. In and out they rode her body. Pierson in her wet pussy and Grayson in her tight ass, but she needed more. She wanted all her men.
“Please, Master Brock. Can I suck on your cock?” she asked prettily. Brock almost bounded on the bed with enthusiasm, and Kate giggled at his response. She leaned forward and lifted her head until she was at the right height to take his cock in her mouth. It was hard with her hands tied behind her back, but Brock held her head, with a handful of hair in his palm and guided his stalk into her mouth.
Kate licked and sucked at Brock, running her tongue along the vein and then bobbing her head. She hollowed her mouth and sucked, taking him to the back of her throat and then swallowing around the head.
She felt powerful and sexy as he groaned above her and tightened his hand in her hair. Grayson and Pierson continued to pump away below her, touching nerve endings she rarely used and hitting new ones in the process.
It wasn’t long before they were all groaning and grunting. Kate was close to another orgasm. She sucked harder and drove her hips down onto Pierson and Grayson, frantic to reach another glorious climax and not wanting it to end at the same time.
Taking Brock as deep in her throat as she could, she hummed around his length, the vibrations going down his cock and making him moan. He took over then, fucking her face and snapping his hips with a speed that boarded on desperate.
“Fuck, babe,” he said. “I’m coming. Take it all. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Kate felt him swell in her mouth before her tongue was flooded with his essence. She swallowed it down and continued to suck on his softening length before he popped from her mouth and collapsed on the bed.
Kate’s attention was drawn to Pierson as he reached up and sucked one of nipples into his mouth where it hung above him and palmed the other. She bucked above him and tried to remove the sensitive bud from his mouth, but stopped as he gently bit down in protest.
“Please, Master Pierson. I’m so close,” she cried.
“Ask nicely, little darling,” he answered. “I want to hear you beg.”
; “Please, please. Can I come, Masters? Oh, please let me come.”
“Yes, baby. Come for your masters. Come all over my cock.”
Pierson took her nipple in his mouth once more and sucked hard before pinching the other in his hand.
Kate was lost after that and bucked her hips, screaming as her release could be held back no longer. It went on forever, wave after wave of pleasure racing through her body and exploding outward.
Her orgasm triggered the others, and Grayson pounded into her as he came inside her tight back channel, his roar in her ear nearly deafening in its intensity. He stilled behind her, as Pierson took her hips in his hands. He snapped his hips up into her, his cock increasing in size before erupting into the condom, her name falling from his lips.
Kate crashed down onto him, and she felt his cock soften in her pussy. Grayson carefully removed himself from her ass and got off the bed. She was too tired to see where he went.
Pierson rolled her onto her back and got off the bed as well. Grayson returned with a wet cloth and cleaned her up, before jumping in beside her and pulling her into his arms. Brock snuggled up behind her, and she wondered where Pierson was going to fit.
When he returned he flopped onto the bed on top of the covers, resting his head on her thighs. Kate sighed and snuggled in, but couldn’t sleep. She was wide-awake now from sleeping all the way home and then after their bout of amazing sex.
“Grayson?” she asked. “Are you still awake?”
“Sure, love. Why?”
“Why do you call me love?” She was fishing and she knew it, but she was desperate to tell the men she loved them. She just didn’t want to say it, if they didn’t return it.
“Because that’s what you are,” he answered, giving her a squeeze.
“What? What am I?” she said, trying again. Kate felt Pierson chuckle from the bottom of the bed.
“I think our baby is fishing for pretty words and compliments, Grayson,” Pierson said.
“Is that what you want, baby girl?” Grayson asked, lifting her face to look at him.
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