Story excerpt

Several officers rushed toward him, and in a matter of minutes, Brock’s wrists were secured behind his back. When the grimacing agent stood, he read him his rights. “Brock Sheldon, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, and…”

“What?” Ansley croaked. “Are you crazy! He was involved with Jordie Anne at one time. He didn’t want to hurt her!”

The agent continued chanting, “Mr. Sheldon, you assaulted a…”

“Please!” Ansley screamed, tugging the man’s sleeve like a child might. “You don’t understand. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

The detective looked at her like he was completely appalled. “Did you fail to see your brother-in-law knock me to the ground?”

Ansley thinned her lips.

Brock said, “It’s all right, Ansley. Call Don Lauderback in the morning. Tell him I need an attorney.”

The asshole smirked and kept reading Brock the Miranda rights. “Get her out of here,” Brock said to Tristan as another officer led him toward the squad car. “Now!”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Ansley shouted, shaking off Tristan’s grip.

“Damn it, Ansley. Come on!” Tristan shouted, practically dragging her.

About the time Elliott and Tristan escorted her to the Killians’ Jeep, Bailey was arrested for Jordie Anne’s murder. As they placed the handcuffs around Bailey’s wrists, the Killians’ vehicle doors slammed in unison.

Ansley fought Tristan, using her purse to swat him over the head repeatedly while he tried to keep her inside the SUV. As Brock listened to the angry detective’s threats and promises, he smiled. God love her, Ansley was a carbon copy of her mother more than her sister.

Never one to go down without a fight, Peyton fought for her family, stood up for what she believed in, and refused to give up even when she was clearly defeated.

“Is something funny, Mr. Sheldon?”

“Yeah,” he said, stretching his neck forward. “You.”

As the blood drained from the man’s face, he said, “You people think you’re superior. All of you. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings to see every last one of you under the jail.”

“I’ll remember your words verbatim when I speak with my attorney. Apparently you have a personal vendetta against my family. My lawyer will eat you alive.”

“Are you threatening me?”

Brock twitched his nose and ignored him. Looking out the window, he watched the Killian vehicle pursue the gate, leave the clearing. Ansley was still throwing her tantrum, climbing over the backseat and wrestling with Tristan.

Brock swung his gaze toward Bailey, who was shaking his head and smiling. Yeah, Brock knew all about that sense of pride. Bailey’s chest was swollen with pleasure. His shoulders weren’t about to shrink in defeat. He was a proud man, a happy man, a fellow who was clearly in love. These cops couldn’t do or say anything that would take that away.

The detective grimaced. “I asked you a question. Are you threatening me?”

“No, honey, but I can do just that if taunting and teasing you will make you feel better,” Brock drawled sarcastically. “See, I love legal foreplay almost as much as I enjoy fucking before breakfast.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I thought you would take turns!” she exclaimed, trembling as Tristan, Elliott, and Bailey oiled their sheathed cocks with lubricant. Graham knelt next to her head. The end of his engorged head was nearly purple in color as he gave himself a hand job worth admiring.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Graham assured her. “We’ll be careful, easy. You’ll enjoy us.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “I don’t see you bracing your tail while prancing around several stallions standing at stud!”

Graham laughed. “Want us to stop? You know what to do. Say the word.”

Ansley immediately zipped her lip. They’d come too far. There had been far too much teasing. And one way or another, Ansley was going to do this. She needed them now. It was a matter of basic need and she desired all of them.

Of course she was a little frightened. This was new to her. Two men, she’d handled successfully in the past, but four? Come on! She was small, tiny next to them, and they expected to fuck her at the same time?

“Trust me. This won’t hurt. You’ll enjoy us,” Bailey assured her.

She gulped. “If you say so.”

After they were suited up and ready to play, Tristan assumed the back position. Elliott gently took her hands and pulled her forward. At the same time, Tristan’s fingers swept down the crack of her ass. “I’ll be easy, baby. If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.”

A few moments later, her ass was saturated with lube. Wedging his fingers between her cheeks, Tristan swirled two digits around her hole. She shivered again as the invasion began.

“Relax, sugar,” Tristan rasped, wiggling his middle finger past the first outer ring, the puckered hole clenching as he thrust higher, stretching her. “You’ll enjoy this more if you just let the pleasure take control. Okay?”

She nodded. Why was she nervous? Didn’t she trust them? Didn’t she want this? Of course! But now that the act was here, ready to unfold, she doubted her abilities.

Ansley was afraid she wouldn’t be able to please them at the same time. Was her body even equipped to accommodate four hard cocks?

Elliott pressed his mouth against hers. “Kiss me,” he said, gently licking his way across her parched lips. “Think of the pleasure. The pain will only last a second, if you experience any discomfort at all.”

“I trust you,” she said, noticing how Tristan jerked behind her.

As if he were punishing her for saying the words he apparently longed to hear himself, he thrust three fingers inside her rectum, stuffing them inside her and then twirling them as high as they would go. She cried out with the unexpected penetration.

Elliott’s kiss smothered away the objection he must’ve feared would eventually fall from her lips. Within a second, maybe two, Tristan’s fingers worked in a scissorlike fashion and her back channel had never been invaded in a more pleasurable way.

That is, until he removed his hand and immediately slid the tip of his erection right to the puckered ring and said, “Tell me when.”

Elliott’s tongue thrust inside her mouth once more. She broke their kiss and made her request. “Fuck me, Tristan. Let me feel you.”

“Your wish is my command.” His cock surged forward, and he bracketed his arm around her waist, pulling her atop him.

“Oh God!” she screamed out as he took her inch by inch, working his cock inside her with one calculated thrust at a time.

Bailey rubbernecked, focusing on their connection. With great satisfaction lingering in his hooded eyes, he said, “Nice and slow. Be gentle with her, man.”

Leaning down, Bailey then encircled her clit with his fingertips, rubbing the tender button with a pampering touch. As Tristan’s cock thrummed inside her, she became aware of the downbeat of her breathing. A humming sound filled the room as his breath and hers became synchronized.

“It’s me and you, Elliott,” Bailey said, gripping his shoulder.

Together, they aimed their penises toward her as if they’d fucked her together a hundred times before. They rubbed their cocks against her folds. Her pussy clenched as she anticipated the first dual stroke.