Sons of Justice 8: Lust to Love (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “There. I’m there,” he said and came. He roared and shook and she moaned.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  She gasped as J.T. smacked her ass and then pulled out.

  “Take her. One after the next. Now,” J.T. ordered.

  Cole moved in behind her, eases more lube into her ass and she moaned and lifted up.

  “Oh God, it’s crazy. I feel so much.”

  “We do, too, baby. It’s sensational. Never like this. We’ve never felt anything like this,” he told her and she lowered down and kissed him, then gripped his shoulders as Cole slid into her ass.

  “Fucking gorgeous.”

  “God damn, I need to get my dick back up and ready to take her there, too. Come on now, let me watch,” Cole said as Luke slid in and out of her ass. Luke gripped her hips and rocked into her.

  “Lift up, baby, let me see those big, sexy tits rock back and forth while my brothers fuck your cunt and ass,” Luke said, palming her ass and then her back before cupping her breasts and pulling on her nipple.

  “Luke, oh my God, you’re wild,” she said and turned toward him. Farrow grinned.

  “Wild for you, baby. Wild for fucking you,” he said and kissed her mouth as he cupped her breast and pulled on her nipple.

  “There. I’m there,” Luke said and came. They all moaned and then Luke pulled out, caressed her back, and laid kisses along her skin.

  “Mine now,” Farrow stated firmly, not giving Cole the chance yet to take her ass. He gave him a little more time to recover as he rolled Brazille to her back, then lifted up, stood at the end of the bed, pulled her down by her ankles, and stroked fingers into her cunt.

  “I need this ass woman.”

  “Take me. Take me, Farrow. I feel so needy.”

  “Oh, baby, we are going to be at this all night,” he said and lifted her thighs higher against his hips, then held her gaze as he slid his finger from her cunt to her ass. She moaned and he felt how wet and slick she was from all the lube. His brothers made certain she was totally wet so they wouldn’t hurt her.

  He eased his finger out.

  “I own this pussy, this body, and now…this ass,” he said as he slid his cock right into her asshole and sunk all the way in.

  “Oh.” She moaned, tilted to her back and shoulder blades, looking like a sensual fantasy come true with her big breasts, her lips parted, her sexy body just asking to be feasted upon. In and out, he thrust his cock into the tightness, wanting, craving, needing to mark her like some beast of an animal claiming his mate. The bed rocked and his brothers looked on.

  “I’m ready next. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Cole said and Brazille came. She cried out her release and shook as Farrow felt his own orgasm approaching. He fought it, tried to resist coming because this felt so good, so deep and intense, he wanted it to last longer and longer. “Fuck!” he roared and came in her ass, shaking, moaning and gripping her tight. He nearly lost his balance, but Cole was there putting a hand on his shoulder.

  “That’s fucking awesome,” he whispered, and Farrow moaned and slid from her ass. He ran his palm up her belly to her neck, then jaw and brushed his thumb along her lower lip “Never any other men but us for you. Never,” he said, and she lay there panting, looking so content.

  * * * *

  “One more, baby, the best for last,” Cole said, stroking his long, hard cock and making them chuckle.

  He leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth. She ran her hands up over his shoulders, and then he lowered down her body, gripped her hips and flipped her like she was as light as a feather.

  “Cole!” she exclaimed.

  Smack.

  “Baby, you’re are just so fucking addicting, it isn’t funny,” he said, then lifted her hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and then slid fingers to her cunt.

  “Oh, and nice a super wet for me.”

  “Cole, please,” she begged, and he replaced fingers with his cock and slid up into her cunt. She moaned, gripped the comforter and shocked him as she thrust back against him.

  He increased the speed of his strokes, and then slid a finger to her ass.

  “Oh, this ass is needy for cock, isn’t it, Brazille?” he asked, and she rocked her hips and moaned.

  “Yes, oh yes, please.” She moaned. He chuckled, and pulled fingers from her ass and ran his palms up her body to her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, and whispered into her ear.

  “I’m going to slide my cock into this sexy, tight asshole, and fuck this ass good and long. You’re going to lay your chest to the bed, spread your arms out like so, and submit to my thrusts, to my ownership of you,” he said, sliding his palms along her arms, spreading them wide as she lowered her chest to the bed. He eased back and looked at her. Full round ass sticking up and out, thighs spread, arms stretched out with her palms against the comforter.

  “The sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen,” Luke said.

  “God damn, that is a sight I could come just looking at,” Farrow added.

  “That right there is our woman. Ours,” J.T. commanded in a hard, deep tone.

  “Oh God. Please, Cole. Please,” she begged for it as Cole gently rubbed his thumbs along her asshole spreading her, arousing her. Her legs parted and she moaned, and he could see her shaking with need. He was shaking, too, he wanted, needed, and felt so much. He was desperate to mark her, claim her as his woman, and make it so there would never be anyone else with her, or part of her but him and his team. He fisted his cock, then pushed the tip of his cock against the puckered hole and started to slide into her asshole.

  “Holy fuck,” Cole said, caressing her ass cheeks, spreading them as he pushed and nudged into her until he felt the sensation and his balls hit her ass. He thrust in and out of her ass. His thighs slapped against her thighs and he gripped her hips, felt her hipbones, and slid his palms closer to her cunt while he stroked into her ass. He found her clit, and rubbed her flowing juices over it and then into her pussy. She moaned and rocked back and then cried out, her voice cracking as she came. Her asshole gripped his cock so tight he could hardly move and he lost it. She was just too damn sexy and he felt way too much.

  “Mine. Mine.” He roared and came, thrusting and stroking faster and faster until he shot his load in her ass, and then hugged her tight. He waited there a moment to catch his breath, to absorb how connected he felt, how satisfied to be part of her fully. Cole ran his palms up and down her back to her shoulders, then her head.

  “So special, and my woman. Now and forever.” He eased out, kissing her, caressing her skin, and his brothers were there to wash her up, dry her off, and then scatter kisses to her body everywhere they could.

  Chapter Five

  “Okay. So let me get this straight, the guy Turner, that was hanging out with Fernando, is your lead suspect in this?”

  “Yes, from what we know, he was there the night the other three soldiers were beaten up. He also may or may not be involved in something illegal. Like we mentioned, some drugs and a wad of money were found on the men,” J.T. told her.

  “Not sure who this Pallen guy is, but definitely a shady character, and seems to be involved with Turner in some way,” Luke explained.

  She lowered her eyes and looked away. What would they do when they found out it was Pallen who attacked her outside of the club that night, and bruised her hand?

  “We know the blonde is your cousin, and well, not sure if she is seeing any of the men or just working them over for money. Maybe you know?” Farrow asked.

  She cringed just thinking about that. That Chanelle could be just screwing those men for money, specifically this guy and Turner. Now if Turner was involved with this situation, would her cousin be in danger, too?

  “I’m not sure why Chanelle was with them. I know she knows Fernando, and he can be a jerk, a total womanizing asshole, but that never stopped Chanelle before from seeking her funds,” she told them.

  “So w
hat do you know about Fernando and Pallen?” Cole asked her.

  She pulled the sheet up higher against her chest and leaned against the headboard. They were all gathered around her on the bed and only wearing boxers.

  “Fernando has a lot of money and doesn’t trust many people. I know he owns some club or something, but he’s basically the black sheep of his family. He has history of jail time, mostly from when he was a teen. At least that is what Mercedes told me. She’s a stripper, but she dated him for a little bit. He has a brother, Vincenzo. He is a total sweetheart, a really nice guy who I think runs with a bit of organized crime, but mostly legit businesses from what I heard through the grapevine. We do business with him often, and I’m meeting him this week actually to discuss an event he’s having for clients at one of the family venues.”

  “You aren’t meeting him,” Farrow stated.

  “Yes. I am. It’s business, and it isn’t anything illegal,” she countered.

  “I don’t like it either,” Cole added.

  “That’s because you’re thinking of it as my lovers, so of course you’re not liking it. It’s just business, and more than likely Carlotta, or one of my other bosses will attend with me.”

  “Carlotta was who stopped the guy from going further in the parking lot that night?” Luke asked.

  She swallowed hard. “Uhm, yes, and so you know, the guy who bruised my hand, was Pallen. That’s Chanelle’s ex,” she told them and cringed while she held the sheet to her chest.

  “Pallen? The guy who is now on the list of men we need to investigate?” J.T. asked, his tone hard and angry.

  She nodded. “I wish I knew that earlier tonight when I saw him staring at your ass and talking to a group of guys,” Farrow whispered, and then stood up and paced.

  “It’s just guys being jerks. That’s what they do. They talk about women and it was fine. I wasn’t there talking to him, except at the end of the night.”

  “The end of the night?” Cole asked her.

  She wondered if she should tell them about the conversation with Otis.

  She worried her bottom lip. They sure did look really angry. Luke caressed her thigh and she stared at him.

  “Tell us. What did Pallen want?” he asked calmly, but the others didn’t seem calm at all.

  “Well, to apologize for his behavior that night, and then to meet Otis Ressling, the one who was I guess kind of with Chanelle, so he could set something up for planning a private party at one of his clubs. I said I didn’t know if it were possible because the club is an hour from here. Then I said I would talk to my bosses, and more than likely one of them would come along and discuss things with Otis and what he was looking for.”

  “You’re not going. I forbid you to talk to any of these men, make plans for parties, or work with any of these men. Do you understand me?” Farrow raised his voice.

  She was totally intimidated by him, by his response, and also kind of angry. Where did he get off telling her who she could or couldn’t do business with? She was an events coordinator. There was nothing illegal or criminal involved with that.

  “That really isn’t up to you, Farrow,” she said.

  “You don’t think so?” he asked, stepping back toward the bed. She had to stand her ground here, or they would be telling her what to do in everything in her life.

  She knelt up and then stood up, holding the sheet to her chest.

  “No, you’re not telling me, hell, ordering me around. This is my profession and my business. I take precautions, and there is no need to get so upset over something that may not even happen. It’s an hour from here. If my bosses are interested in the job, then I have to go and see what it’s all about. It isn’t illegal.”

  “You don’t know what this man is capable of,” Farrow told her.

  “You don’t know either. You’re assuming that he’s a criminal like these other men, or that like them, he’s involved with something illegal. I wouldn’t know any of this if you weren’t here telling me. But since you are, I can keep that knowledge in the back of my head, and if, and when, I need to meet him to discuss an event, I can follow my gut.”

  “And if it’s too late, and this dick, like Pallen, tries to maul you or worse?” J.T. asked, now joining in.

  “I would have Carlotta with me more than likely, and he protected me from Pallen the first time. There won’t be an issue. Please, you’re going crazy over something that isn’t dangerous at all, and may not even happen,” she said to him, and stepped to the edge of the bed, ran her hands up his chest to his face, and held Farrow’s gaze.

  His palm slid along her ass and his other palm slid up her bare back.

  “I love you. Don’t let jealousy, or fear of someone flirting make you crazy and overprotective. It more than likely won’t happen, and if it does, I promise to call you so you know where I am and who I’m with.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered, and squeezed her to him.

  She kissed Farrow on the mouth and their make-out session put a complete halt to the discussion at hand, and once again she was making love to her four soldiers, and hoping that she was right, and she wasn’t caught in the middle of this investigation and actually in some kind of danger.

  Chapter Six

  “Dead? Both of them?” J.T. asked as he took the call in the hallway of the Filling Station while his team and Brazille caught up with friends.

  He got to a quiet place.

  “Both the judge and the son,” Rossi told him.

  “At the same time? Where and how?” he asked.

  “Nope, two different places. The judge was shacked up with some whore cheating on his wife, and got his throat slit outside in the parking lot. They found him in a shitty hotel, and the son got the living shit kicked out of him, and basically had his throat slit, as well.”

  “So now we got local police, homicide detectives, everyone on this?”

  “Texas Rangers investigative unit and feds. The guy was a judge man, plus, the way the judge and son were killed it’s kind of opening up a can of worms into your little operation. Wouldn’t be surprised if Spartan gets a stand down call any minute.”

  “Why? It’s obvious that there’s more to these soldiers getting banged around. It could mean someone is pulling resources from SOJ behind our backs, and infiltrating from the inside. Maybe making contacts with our country’s enemies, who knows. This is getting to be some intense shit.”

  “You don’t need to tell me. I’d say the first person the Rangers and feds will question will be Turner. That slitting of the throat could have been military style. We’re waiting on the coroner’s report, but I wouldn’t be shocked to learn it was a large military grade hunting knife.”

  “Shit. Spartan is here. I’ll go fill him in so when he gets that call it won’t be a shock.”

  “Yes, do that, guaranteed those feds are going to want to sit you down and ask you questions.”

  “Great. I guess we’d better prepare for that.”

  “Talk to you soon.”

  J.T. exhaled. This was turning into a fucking mess and then some. He knew Spartan would have them pull back and let the feds and rangers handle the investigation, and hope it led to more information. Now that the judge and son were dead, there wasn’t much more for them to worry about, aside from Turner and catching him if he were responsible, but that really wasn’t their job.

  He caught Spartan’s eye, who squinted and then he waved Spartan over. He explained the phone call and now Spartan was pissed.

  “Son of a bitch, what a fucking mess this is. Their throats slit, too? What the hell is going on? Maybe Turner did it?”

  “Not sure, but those feds and Rangers will surely be questioning Turner. This investigation went up another level, and now, we might as well pull back and see what happens. If Turner is connected somehow or any other men he was with, it will come out.”

  “We should share what we all gathered with the feds and Rangers. Perhaps it will help, especially these guys he was with at th
e club. Pallen and Fernando definitely are criminals and perhaps involved. That Otis Ressling, he has the money.”

  Spartan’s phone rang and he glanced at it and then answered.

  “Federal agent Hopkins, you said?” he asked, so that J.T. would know who was calling. They both walked out to the hallway.

  J.T. was as pissed as Spartan looked as he heard the responses Spartan was giving that seemed to stem from some pretty accusatory questions. Did these feds seriously think that Sons of Justice had something to do with these murders, specifically maybe Spartan, or even him and the team? J.T. was shocked and angry.

  “Well, you can investigate all you want. We were looking for answers and quietly. We can each give you alibis, as well, so you’ll know we weren’t there. An order? Seriously? Whatever, Hopkins. We’ll be there in the morning. We’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.” Spartan hung up.

  “Dumb fucks basically accused me of being part of this. That there was documentation of a phone conversation between me and the judge. So the prick recorded it. I basically told that judge that it didn’t matter he was a judge, that Sons of Justice was an Elite organization made up of the best of the best, and his son definitely didn’t qualify. Now this agent says I was irate and perhaps angry. They also feel that because of the direct connection between the judge, his son, the other two soldiers who were found beaten, and the fact that I have you and your team investigating Turner, that maybe we’re running this, and so they want us to meet at Ranger’s headquarters in Ausberry tomorrow morning, nine a.m. Assholes.”

  “So what? We do it, we each explain our roles, and we get past things so we can move on and find out what is really happening.”

  “No, J.T., it’s going to get smashed. Once my commanders find out, then they will pull back. They don’t even want SOJ in the papers, even in a positive recognition, and definitely not in a negative report. Hang low, and we’ll meet with them. Pull back, don’t investigate anything. I’ll call Rossi and the guys,” Spartan said.