“That’s too fucking low,” he said and stood up.
“No, it isn’t. Watch,” she said and walked over to the dresser and found the strands of costume designer jewelry that covered the cleavage and looked more conservative. She smiled at him through the mirror. Presley had a scowl on his face while he placed his hands on her hips and smoothed along her thighs as he gazed at her breasts through the reflection in the mirror.
“Not good enough. These are mine,” he said, cupping her breasts through the blouse.
“Presley,” she reprimanded as he pulled her back against his front, squeezed her breasts, and suckled against her neck.
Curren chuckled. “Problem?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said, shifting her weight forward, and then smoothed her hands along her skirt and glanced at Curren, who ate her up with his eyes.
“Breakfast is ready.”
She looked at her watch and then picked up the pair of earrings to put on. “No can do,” she said as she fixed her earrings.
Presley caressed her ass and gave it a tap just as he walked away, and Curren snagged her around the waist. “Breakfast, beautiful,” he said and squeezed her shoulders as he walked her to the kitchen.
Montana had a plate of food out for her, and Ortley was eating. They both stared at her body with hunger in their eyes.
“What kind of top is that?” Ortley asked.
“One that goes with this skirt,” she said and took a bite of eggs. “So, I forgot to mention that I need to travel about an hour to meet with that client of Hagerty’s to go over the books.”
“What?” Curren asked, and they all stopped what they were doing and eyed her with concern.
As she explained, they had more questions. “Not alone,” Presley said to her.
“Uhm, yeah, alone. I don’t need a babysitter. This is work. A contracted job I will be getting paid for immediately. I’ve been talking to the main accountant for the past few days, and things are set up for tomorrow.”
“Watch it, sweetness,” Montana warned. She took another few bites of food as they continued to be concerned.
“It’s a onetime thing. I will text when I leave, when I get there, and when I head back to the office or home. It all depends on how long it takes.”
“I don’t like it,” Curren said with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Uhm, remember, this is my job. I need money. Money pays the bills.”
“You don’t have any more bills,” Curren said to her.
“What?”
“We’re your men, your guardians, and we take care of you. This weekend, we’ll go over that college bill of yours and pay it off, plus anything else you owe,” Curren said to her.
Her jaw dropped, and she shook her head. Calmed herself down before she said something that would cause trouble. “No,” she whispered and turned around to eat.
“No? What kind of response is that?” Curren asked.
She didn’t answer, then got up, and put her plate in the sink.
“Isla.” Curren said her name and stood there all pompous and like a man used to giving orders and getting what he wanted.
“It means no. No you aren’t paying my bills, Curren.”
“This isn’t up for discussion, Isla. We are your guardians, your lovers, and you are our responsibility now.”
She glared at him. “Responsibility? Responsibility?” She raised her voice.
“Oh boy,” Montana whispered.
She stepped toward Curren and poked him in the chest. “Listen here, big guy. You may be wealthy and have used your money to get things in life, have control over people, over business, or even snap your fingers and have things done because you ordered it to be done. Well, I’m not a thing to possess, to own, or be responsible for. I take care of my bills, my responsibilities, and if you think for one damn minute that I’m going to let you take over my life—”
He closed the space between them, lifted her up, and placed her ass on the island in the kitchen. He slid his hand under her hair and pressed his mouth over hers. She was all fired up, and as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she completely forgot what they were even arguing about. Then he released her lips, pulled her off the island, turned her around, and moved her hands on the counter.
“Don’t move,” he ordered in a firm, sexy manner that had her shaking and her pussy wet and needy for him.
“Curren.”
“Don’t,” all three of his brothers said at the same time.
The island felt cool against her palms as Curren unzipped her skirt and shoved it down to her ankles. Her panties came next, and then he used his palms to press her to the island.
“Discipline. You need lots of it,” he said in a deep, serious tone.
Smack.
“Oh.”
“You belong to us. We own this body, your heart, and your soul, just as you own ours.”
Smack.
Smack.
“Oh God, Curren. How? How do you do this to me?” she asked as she felt her pussy cream and drip between her legs. He was moving behind her, his large, warm palm on her hip, holding her in place, and then he was against her, whispering into her ear.
“You drive me wild. Make me insane. I want you all the time, everywhere, right by my side where I can inhale your scent, feel this sopping wet cunt, and know I can take you here,” he said and stroked a finger into her cunt.
“Oh,” she moaned.
As he slid that wet digit up over her asshole, he nudged against it. “Or here,” he said, and she was panting now. “You feel it? You need me like I need you? You want my dick in every hole possessing you, owning you? Do you, Isla?” he demanded to know.
“Yes! Yes, damn you, please, Curren. Please,” she begged as he slid his thick, hard cock into her pussy from behind.
He grunted. “Fuck.”
He thrust and thrust into her, and she panted for breath, opened her eyes, and locked gazes with Presley. He was pulling off his shirt, and then she felt Curren maneuver his finger into her asshole.
“So fucking wet and ready for cock, aren’t you? You’ll let us take care of you. Let us love you, possess you, and that means paying off your bills, moving you into our place, and spending the rest of our lives together,” he said.
“Oh God, yes, yes,” she said, and he eased his cock out of her cunt and then pulled fingers from her asshole and pushed right into her well-lubricated ass. She was so wet, on fire with desire as he pumped into her ass and spanked it at the same time.
Smack, smack, smack.
“Oh!” She cried out and came hard.
“Holy fuck, she looks hot. Give it to her, Curren. She needs to know we’re in charge.” Presley said.
Then next thing she knew, he was underneath her, her hips were pulled back, she stood on tiptoes as Curren pumped into her asshole, and Presley fingered her cunt and cupped her breasts underneath her. She started to lose her grip on the island when Montana covered her hands with his, and Ortley caressed her hair, her back, and then squeezed her ass cheeks. It was all too much as she came again, and then Curren roared as he came in her ass.
The second he eased back, Presley lifted her up and over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. He removed her blouse and only the strands of necklaces were in place as he shifted her onto him.
“Take me, baby, I need you too.”
She did immediately. She sank down onto his cock just as large, warm hands landed on her hips and thick, solid thighs spread her wide. “Oh,” she moaned.
Presley gripped her hair and head. “Fuck me, woman. Hard. Deep, take me deep,” he ordered as Ortley licked her asshole back and forth, and then slid his cock into her ass from behind.
Montana climbed onto the bed, naked, cock fisted in his hand, and Presley directed her head and mouth toward his cock. She lowered and licked Montana’s cock as Presley and Ortley thrust into fast and hard. She could hardly focus, her head felt fuzzy, and then Ortley came in her ass with a roar.
Smack, smack, smack.
He grunted and squeezed her ass, and then eased out of her.
Montana pulled from her mouth, jumped up, and stroked a finger into her asshole. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes, take me, fuck me, Montana, do it,” she said, feeling out of control.
“Goddamn,” Montana said, and Curren sat on the bed and watched.
“Let go with them. Give total control to them. You’re our woman. What we say goes,” Curren ordered as Montana slid his cock into her asshole and Presley thrust upward. She was like a rag doll between them. Curren gripped her hair and head and held her gaze. “Who do you belong to?” he asked in a fierce tone.
“You, all of you.”
“Damn straight,” Presley said and thrust upward.
She held Curren’s gaze as an overwhelming orgasm hit her hard. He gripped tighter on her hair, indicating for her to look him in the eyes. “That’s right. We own all your orgasms. Every fucking one of them,” he said as she came, gasping for breath.
“Fuck,” Presley said, and he and Montana came at the same time.
When Montana eased out of her ass, Curren caressed her ass cheek, lifted her off Presley, and lowered her to the bed with his body wedged between her thighs. He spread her arms up above her, and the necklaces felt odd against her breasts and her ribs as they slid to the side. “We love you.”
“I love you all too.”
Chapter 5
Sam Stealth lay in the hospital bed. He didn’t want to live and wished he died in that car accident. Another show of bad luck he had. If he had died, then Benny O. wouldn’t still be after his money. What the fuck was he going to do? He needed that key. There were papers in there he could use to blackmail Gus Flora. He would front him the money, get Benny O. off his ass, but then the cops said he was going to jail for stealing from Hagerty’s real estate firm. That was a steady flow of money for him, for gambling and doing his thing. He had fucked up. He drank too much and blew it all.
His heart was racing. He couldn’t even try to escape from here. He had a broken leg, broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, a collapsed lung, and a head injury too. He was a fucking mess. How was he going to get out of this? Benny O.’s men were crazy bastards. They’d walk right into the hospital and put a bullet in his head. No, they wanted money. A hundred grand. Gus had that kind of money, and so did that foreign asshole he was working with, Kabin. They were doing drugs, running a prostitution ring, and doing it in territory that didn’t belong to them. There had to be a way to finagle out of this.
The door opened, and he closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious. He felt the switchblade against his neck.
“I know you’re awake, asshole. Benny wants his money.”
He popped his eyes open, and instantly he was shaking. “I don’t have it.”
“Wrong fucking answer.” He pressed the blade to his skin, pinching it.
“Wait, wait, I have another idea. One that can make Benny O. rich and can name his price.”
“He wants his cash, Sam.”
“This is even better, plus information too, and that can be worth money as well.”
Sam began to tell Benny O.’s guy about the key in the files at the office. That there was a safe-deposit box with all the information to bribe Gus Flora. He also told him about the drugs and prostitution ring that would be growing as Flora and Kabin built the hotel and bungalows. The more information he gave caused the man to lower the knife.
“I’ll tell Benny O., and those files better be there, and that key better be in that office, or when I come back, I’ll finish the job I was sent to do.”
“Benny O. That’s the loan shark,” Alex told Montana as they stood in the sheriff’s office.
“Small-time or big-time?” Kane asked before Montana could.
“Not small-time from what the investigation is leading into. He did send a guy to make a visit to Sam in the hospital.”
“Seriously, and the feds didn’t grab him?” Montana asked.
“No, seems the more they investigate, the deeper this situation goes. I’m being pushed a bit to the side now, and they want to take over, which means there are federal crimes taking place, and they see this as a big bust.”
“Shit, what about Isla? Maybe we need to have her quit that job and leave,” Montana asked, feeling concerned for her safety. She wasn’t there today though. She was two hours from Cherry Hill on a job with some accountant. Curren and Presley were looking into him, and he seemed legit. So did the condominium business Hagerty was involved in.
“The feds know about Isla, and I’ve been questioning one of my friends to make sure she’s safe. He doesn’t believe anything else is going to show up at the office, and that really it’s Sam they’re investigating. They think he was perhaps working some real estate angles, doing illegal documents and fudging numbers to push through some sales. Hagerty wouldn’t have known any of that was going on because they were cash deals under the table. The feds are trying to connect the dots, and with Sam in and out of consciousness, and only giving bullshit information, they don’t have anyone to question,” Alex told them.
“What about the loan shark? Drag his ass in and interrogate the fuck,” Montana said.
“Not without proof and only hearsay. Plus like I mentioned, it seems like they’re after something bigger.”
“Great. So my brothers and I can keep worrying about our woman,” Montana said.
Kane looked serious but then gave a small smile and patted Montana on his shoulder. “Tomorrow is her birthday. We’ll all be celebrating, having a good time at Harper’s, and then you have the weekend with her. It will put the other crap out of your minds, and hopefully by next week, the feds will have more answers.”
“How about an arrest?” Montana said, and even Alex chuckled.
“Now that would be perfect, but in all honesty, I don’t know how much the feds have. Every time I look into what’s there, all I seem to see is this guy Sam had a gambling problem and he needed to feed that habit. He more than likely got money from Benny O., couldn’t pay him back, so he did some illegal deals with contacts in the real estate business,” Alex said.
“So find out who he worked with and met with,” Kane said.
“Easier said than done. These types of deals don’t take place in public or where anyone can see them. But there has to be a paper trail, some kind of documentation. That’s what the feds are after, and if they have to go through every file in that real estate office and every client, it’s going to take a while. Plus, if there is no file and there are separate ones hidden, then they may never find them.”
“That could be why Sam’s apartment was broken into. They were looking for files.”
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