Curren looked at Presley. “She’ll be ours, only ours,” he said to him.
“Pretty fucking incredible, right?” Ortley said to them.
“So are you in, or what?” Montana said.
Curren lifted her up into his arms and hugged her to him. “I’m in, and our first time won’t be outside in the cabana—it will be somewhere special. Someplace she won’t ever forget, and neither will we.”
Chapter 4
“You aren’t going to believe this, but she’s involved with Curren and Presley O’Rourke,” Fay Sween told Gus Flora.
Gus’s jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked as he looked at the pictures Fay got of Isla. He whistled. “She’s gorgeous, and young too. Damn, what a knockout.”
“You’re telling me. When she walks by, men notice.”
“And she’s the one who figured out that Sam was stealing money from Hagerty? Damn impressive.” Gus stared at the picture. “Well, the idea of threatening her or questioning her about the key just went out the window. The only other option is to break into the real estate office and look there.”
“She was carrying some boxes of files out of the office today. Could be something in there.”
“She took them home?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to follow too close. That brother of Curren and Presley’s is a drill sergeant, and their other brother is a deputy in Cherry Hill. We need to be real sure that we want to break into her place.”
“Shit, it would be a risk, but what are we going to do? They track who Sam was paying off, they find those records of falsified documents we had made up to zone that property commercial, and the feds will be auditing us, tearing apart every business we’re involved in, and ultimately go after Esmal Kabin and our drug and prostitution operation. We just got the land up and running with some warehouses for distribution and receiving. In a few months, we’ll be breaking ground for the hotel and those private bungalow suites reserved for international clientele to come in and get laid. This whole fucking operation is balancing on whether we find that key and those files.”
“Maybe he burned them, got rid of them or something.”
“No way. He pissed off that loan shark, Harvey, and Harvey got pissed and sent him a message. He got one of his bozos to do the job, and Sam wound up in more debt sitting in that hospital. I’m telling you, he never got to destroy those documents, or like I said, they’re in the safe.”
“Shit, this is going to go south fast.”
“Not as long as we don’t let Kabin onto what’s going on. He’ll pull out of the business deal, and I’ll be bankrupt. I need his fucking money to get things started here. I’m relying on this hotel, as well as the clear, uneventful flow of drug deliveries in and out of those temporary warehouses. We need that fucking key.”
Isla didn’t get to go over the files last night, but she would definitely go over them tonight. The men were planning something for her birthday, but she didn’t know what. She was getting out of work a little earlier and then going to see Charlie for her therapy session. She called Curren on the way and smiled when she heard his voice.
“Isla, is everything okay?” he asked.
“Of course it is. How are you?” she asked, as she pulled out of the parking lot from work and headed through town.
He didn’t respond right away, and it was like she caught him off guard. “All is fine. Where are you?”
“Heading out of Benter toward Cherry Hill. I have my appointment as soon as I get into town, and then I need to go home to do some work.”
“We’ll stick to the plans. Montana is working until seven, and Ortley is stuck at the base until eight.”
“Yes, he texted me.
“Well, Presley and I will be by as soon as we finish up some work. You text me when you get to town so I know that you’re okay. Then again when you leave Charlie’s office, and then when you get home,” he ordered. She chuckled.
“Isla, I’m serious. Does it sound like I’m teasing you?” he asked in that disciplinarian tone of his.
Why it got her wet and giddy, she didn’t know. “Yes, sir,” she replied without thinking.
He hissed over the phone. “You’re pushing your luck.”
“Me? How is that?”
“I let you leave our house last night,” he said, and boy, she was shocked by her body’s response to those words. He sure did let her go even though he really wanted her to stay and to make love for the very first time with them. She had to keep on her toes with Curren especially.
“Well, you promised me bliss, and something special.”
“Bliss, huh? Hmm, I think we can come up with something. Now pay attention to driving and text when you get to Cherry Hill safely.”
She ended the call and giggled. She had to be out of her mind to like such men. They were incredible, and she had it badly for each of them. By the time she got to Cherry Hill, it was a little past her appointment time. She hurried up inside, and Charlie was standing there with a cup of tea.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes, so sorry I’m late. There was traffic on Old Mill Road with all the construction.”
“Yes, I know about that. One of my morning clients was thirty minutes late,” Charlie replied, and Isla shook her head. “Come on in. Would like some tea or something?” she asked.
“No, I’m good,” she said and then remembered about texting Curren. “Shoot.”
She pulled out her phone as she walked into Charlie’s office and sat down. “What’s going on?”
“I forgot to text Curren.” She texted and then exhaled, and then put her phone into her purse and sighed.
“Curren? You just had to text Curren?”
Isla smirked and then nodded as she smiled.
“I think this is going to be an extra long session. What happened?” Charlie asked, and Isla spent the next hour and a half going over everything.
By the time she was done, she felt more confident about the relationship, about her need to maintain her independence, and about working at Canterberry still. So when she walked out of the office building and saw Montana by her car, his patrol car next to hers, she smiled. “What are you doing in Central Valley?” she asked him and hugged him and kissed him.
He squeezed her close and kissed her back. “Checking in on you. You didn’t text Curren right away.”
“Traffic on Old Mill Road.”
“Oh yeah, that’s been ridiculous.”
“See, all good,” she said and stepped back.
“I can’t come by until after my shift. There’s some police business I need to attend to with some other deputies.”
She scrunched her eyes. “Will you be safe?”
He gave her a wink. “You know I will be. No need to worry. Now I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Okay. Be careful.” She kissed him, and he kissed her back, making her wish he could follow her home for one of their hot make-out sessions. Blushing, she got behind the wheel of her car and headed to the cottage.
Twenty minutes later, she went through the boxes of files and all she came across was an envelope with a master key in it for some security box in Coldsberry, three towns away from Central Valley, more than an hour and a half drive. She placed the envelope into the desk drawer and then started to put the items in the box away when the doorbell rang. She stood up, glanced at her cell phone, and realized she had missed several calls and texts because her phone was on vibrate. Instantly, she was worried as she looked out the window, saw the sports car, and then the banging started. Presley and Curren were calling her name.
“I’m coming,” she said and unlocked the door and opened it. Their expressions were fierce as they made their way into the house, looking concerned.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone? Is everything okay?” Presley asked her as he caressed her arms.
Curren slammed the door closed. He was very upset.
“I’m sorry, my phone was on the table and on vibrate from my session with Ch
arlie. I forgot to turn it back on. I was over there—”
Curren pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and ravished her, and then lifted her up and carried her down the hallway toward the bedroom. He lowered her to the bed, slid his palm up her dress to her hip, and moaned into her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, and when he released her lips, he growled against her neck and the comforter.
As he rose up, Presley sat down on her bed. She looked at him, but then Curren gripped her jaw.
“You better be sure to answer texts and calls from us immediately. We were so damn worried and about to call Montana, but we know he’s involved in a case right now.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He bit his lower lip, and was inhaling and exhaling through his nose.
She cupped his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated.
He stared at her, licked his lips, and then looked down at her top. She had changed and freshened up when she got home earlier. She wore a tennis skirt and V-neck tank top. He adjusted his position and slid his palm up under her shirt.
“We were worried,” Presley said, and she turned to look at him as he leaned closer to her to kiss her. Curren removed his hand and got up. She rolled toward Presley and kissed him. He pushed her skirt to her hips. Curren massaged the globes. She moaned into Presley’s mouth.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
She pulled from Presley’s lips, shocked by the smacks to her ass and how turned on she felt.
“You need discipline,” Curren said to her. She lifted up to look up at him.
“I think she deserves the opportunity to make it up to us,” Presley said, and she immediately knew what they wanted. What she shared with Montana and Ortley.
“I’ll try to,” she said and knelt on the bed, reached over toward Curren, and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. She pressed the material open and then began to kiss his chest. He hissed as she licked his nipple as Presley slid his palms up under her shirt and unclipped her bra. She lowered her hands to Curren’s pants and unzipped them.
“Let’s get more comfortable,” Presley said, and Curren helped her with his pants and pulled off his shirt as Presley lifted up her shirt and removed her bra. As she turned to straddled Curren so she could feast on his cock, Presley pushed down her skirt and her panties.
“Holy God, woman, you’ve got a sensational body,” Curren said as he maneuvered his hand under her hair and brought her down for a kiss.
He cupped her breast as their lips touched, and she smoothed her hand down over his balls and cock. She was learning what the men liked, and if Curren and Presley were anything like Montana and Ortley, they would be more than satisfied with the techniques she had learned. She felt giddy and excited, being able to do this for Curren and Presley next. Presley had an agenda of his own, and a moment later he glided his fingers into her cunt from behind, and she moaned into Curren’s mouth. She pulled back.
“Oh, Presley.”
“You’ve got a sensational ass too. Can’t wait until my brothers and I get to claim it,” he said and leaned down to nip her ass cheek.
Curren gave her head a little tilt toward his cock as his breathing grew more rapid. He was aroused and his dick very hard, so she knew he was almost there. She lowered down, kissing along his pectoral muscles and then straight to his cock. She worked the thick, long muscle into her mouth. Presley thrust fingers faster into her pussy and then licked her asshole. She shivered and moaned.
“Holy hell, baby, keep doing that. Oh fuck yeah, holy shit, it feels incredible,” Curren said and began to rock his hips upward. She thrust her ass and cunt back as Presley fingered both holes.
“You’re going to be our woman. We’re going to mark you ours, and fuck this sweet virgin pussy and then this sexy, tight virgin ass until you can’t take it anymore. Four voracious lovers, Isla. Four. Can you handle it?” Presley asked.
Smack.
Smack.
“She better be able to handle it.”
The sound of Ortley’s voice filled the room. She didn’t even look or stop sucking down Curren.
“Thought you were enjoying the show too much,” Presley said, indicating that he knew his brother had arrived.
She hadn’t heard a thing and was too caught up in the sensations Presley and Curren were causing. Curren caressed her hair from her cheek. She felt Ortley’s hand on her ass. His large, warm, calloused palm slid over it and squeezed while Presley thrust fingers into her cunt and her asshole. She moaned and rocked her hips.
“I’m there, baby,” Curren said and cupped her breast, pinching her nipples as he came in her mouth. She swallowed and then gasped.
“My turn,” Presley said.
“I got this,” Ortley added.
She felt overwhelmed as the men changed positions, all touching her, caressing her, cupping her breasts, stroking along her inner thighs, and then Ortley kissed her lips, running his hand along her back and then under her arm to her breast, cupping it.
“I missed you.” He kissed her on the mouth as Presley undressed and then lay on the bed. Ortley lifted his lips from hers. “Drive Presley crazy with that mouth of yours, darling. He’s been more than patient,” he whispered to her and then smacked her ass.
She lifted up to straddle Presley, and boy was she shocked. He had tattoos along his chest and shoulder. He was filled with muscles, and as he cupped her breasts, he pulled her forward so he could take a taste, shocking her. She reached for his cock, stroked it, and could tell he was huge too.
“This fine sexy ass is what I thought about all day,” Ortley said.
“It is perfection. Oh, and she loves getting her ass spanked while she’s giving head,” Curren said, and she felt his hand caress along her ass.
Smack.
“Ortley,” she moaned.
He chuckled, and Presley pinched her nipples. “I need you,” he said to her.
She held his gaze and nibbled her bottom lip as she stared at Presley’s sexy body. His green eyes sparkled, and then his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re gorgeous, Presley.”
“You’re the gorgeous one,” he said, and she smiled softly and then lowered down and began to kiss a pathway to his cock.
She immediately took him into her mouth as Ortley and Curren teased her pussy and her asshole. She felt their lips against her ass and thighs as fingers stroked her holes. She focused on sucking on Presley’s cock as he played with her breasts and thrust slowly upward. They were all involved with the make-out session. Curren licked and suckled under her side and against her mound as Presley gathered her hair in his fist and moaned and grunted.
“I’m there. That mouth is heaven, woman. Heaven,” Presley said, and she felt his cock thicken, and then he grunted and came.
Fingers pulled from her body, and more kisses were spread across her skin. She lowered her cheek to Presley’s chest, and he held her there, caressed her hair and her ass.
“I think she made up for what she did,” Presley said and chuckled as she gave his side a slap.
Curren slid up next to them on the bed and ran his palm along her thighs and then her ass.
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