STORY EXCERPT

“You and I in the back room now,” he stated firmly, and then grasped her elbow and arm before he led her through the crowd.

Richie was almost as tall as G-Force. Six feet at least, black hair, cut short in a military style to match his authoritative, military attitude. He was a boss, the man in charge of surveillance and security at Dixie Chix. No one messed with him, and even though he remained hidden, Juliet knew he was there watching. It made her belly quiver and her nipples harden. Everything about him turned her on, made her feel feminine, and yet, his lack of interest in her was the best medicine for her psyche. He was off-limits, and so was his equally intimidating, sexy, badass brother, Carl.

Her cowgirl boots clicked and clacked on the hardwood floors as they exited the dance floor and ate up the distance between the hallway and the staff lounge. Now he was closing the door. They were alone, in an empty lounge room, and the look in his eyes was intimidating to say the least.

He appeared to be having difficulty breathing. He was really upset.

He pointed at her with one finger as the other remained on his hip. He was red in the face.

“If I ever, ever see you place yourself in between two men like that again, or even look as if you’re about to stop a fight, I swear, Juliet, I will drag your ass out of there, throw you over my knee, and spank your ass.”

She gave herself a little mental shake. Was he out of his mind? Who did he think he was?

“Calm down, Richie. I’m a big girl, and I know what I can and can’t handle. They were only fooling around.”

He stepped closer, and she immediately took a step back. He advanced until her shoulder blades hit the wall behind her. Shocked at the intensity in his expression and something deeper, darker in his eyes, she was forced to look up until her head tilted as far back as it could go.

She jumped when she felt his very large hand on her waist.

“You are not listening to me, Juliet. Don’t do it. Don’t push Carl or me. We are responsible for your safety. G-Force, Big Dog, and Clyde are in charge of breaking up fights and handling potential situations. Not you.”

His teeth were clenched. She took an uneasy breath. Juliet had never seen Richie so angry.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have just called G. It won’t happen again.”

His expression softened, and he stepped closer. Her belly hit the belt buckle on the waist of his dress pants. One hand squeezed her hip a little harder as he raised his other hand and ran his fingers through her hair. It felt different than the way other men gave her hair a tug or teased her about being cute. His touch was different. It was coated with sexual pull and she felt it straight between her legs. She took a short, uneasy breath as she locked gazes with him. She saw something different. It was something dark, a hungry expression that instantly put her entire body on alert as well as her pussy. She felt it shimmer over her skin. Her breathing hitched, and she thought for a moment that he might try to kiss her. The panicky feeling increased. It flowed from where his dark eyes bore into hers and straight through every inch of her body. She began to shake, and sensing it, his expression changed. He gently pulled her ponytail closer to his nose and inhaled, but then seemed to recover from his intimate move and dropped it.

Stepping back, he released his hold and gave the distance she so badly needed but also regretted.

“And quit letting other guys yank that ponytail. It aggravates the crap out of Carl and me.”

She watched him as he headed toward the door. His shoulders were wide and muscular. She could see the definition, despite the dark dress shirt. His narrow waist, enhanced by the tailored dress pants and designer belt, made him appear sophisticated and sexy. Again, her body reacted in a way she thought she would never feel.

“Be safe, take a few minutes’ break. Remember that we’re watching you. Be smart, Juliet. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He opened the door and exited.

Juliet placed her hand over her belly. She could still feel his large hand against her hip and the way he ran his fingers gently through her hair and inhaled its scent. Carl and he always tugged gently on her hair. It was brotherly, fun, and they enjoyed teasing her, but for some odd reason, tonight it felt different. He had gently caressed her hair and then lifted it to smell the strands as if he had been waiting to do that. It was way different than what she felt when anyone else yanked her pony. He had caressed her hair, held her expression with deep, mysterious eyes, and she felt it to her core.

She couldn’t accept his attraction. She wouldn’t take a chance like that. Not when the man who took everything away from her ran free and was living the perfect life while she suffered in continuous torment.

ADULT EXCERPT

She held her skirt as she maneuvered between Carl’s long, rock-solid thighs. She thought she would die at the sensation of how hard and muscular they felt.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and she felt his erection stick into her spine.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispered against her ear.

He reached for the door and closed it.

“Lean back, baby, and I’ll hold you. I don’t think the seat belt is an option.”

Juliet tried to remain calm, but now she was stuck in a very enclosed space with two men that knew how to make her body react to them.

She adjusted her hips and tried shifting onto Carl’s lap, but it was no use. She had to remain leaning back against him with her head resting on his upper shoulder.

She jerked a moment when she felt Carl’s large, warm hand press against her belly. His arm was over her breast, and she was immediately on fire.

“You okay?” Richie asked, and she nodded.

It was silent a few moments until Carl moved his head to the side so he could look at her face.

“I missed you today.”

She lifted up in time for him to press his lips against her own. His free hand came up and held her throat and face so he could gain better access with his tongue. He was kissing her with gusto, and she fell into the groove of his technique and the thrusting of his tongue.

His other hand roamed up over her breast, and she moaned into his mouth.

“So fucking beautiful, Juliet. Let Carl taste you, baby. Let him have this time with you,” Richie stated as he continued to drive the car. He was close to her, too. The small compartment of the car brought them intimately close.

Carl lowered her to the side slightly to gain better access to her body. Her head rested partially between his arm and the window.

He squeezed her breast then pinched her nipple.

“Oh.” She pulled from his mouth and moaned.

“So beautiful. God, baby, you’re sexy.” He kissed her chin, her neck, then lower. She felt his tongue delve between the valley, and she wanted more of his touch.

He used his free hand to press against her thigh then move up her skirt.

The reality of how fast this was going hit her as she grabbed his wrist. He had thick, muscular wrists.

“Let him pleasure you. Don’t resist, Juliet. You’re going to be ours,” Richie stated firmly.

For some strange reason, she acquiesced and loosened her hold on Carl’s hand, allowing him control.

He kissed her mouth again and plunged his tongue between her teeth. She kissed him back and then felt him thrust his hips up, his erection pressed between her ass cheeks.

She moaned into his mouth then felt his fingers touch her wet panties.

Her hips moved by their own resolve. She was too turned on to care right now. She wanted more. She needed to come so badly.

“Open for him,” Richie demanded. He was the leader, the boss, and the one in charge. Carl just kept working her body and giving her more and more pleasure.

He pushed the material aside and pressed his thumb to her clit. She pulled her mouth from his.

“Oh God, Carl.”

“Let him in, baby. Let him in,” Rich stated, and she gasped as she felt the long, thick finger push up into her sopping-wet pussy.

She adjusted her position so that Carl could gain better access with his fingers. He was strong and panting next to her neck as he finger-fucked her with one hand then lifted her shirt and played with her breast with his other hand. He was pushing, pulling, thrusting, and she was losing control.

The car stopped, and she exploded, screaming her release.

The side door opened, it was dark, and they were on the side of a road or parking lot. She hadn’t a clue as she tried to gain her bearings.

“Fuck, I need to taste her. I can’t wait to taste you, baby. Turn her around,” Richie stated firmly.

Carl turned in the seat. With strong arms and legs he adjusted her so that her legs were over his thighs. His fingers were still embedded between her folds, and now Richie was kneeling on the ground by the side of the car.

He pulled her face toward him and kissed her hard on the mouth. He ravaged her mouth and plunged his tongue inside, driving her wild with desire. Carl pumped his fingers, and she came again and again.

Richie released her lips only for Carl’s to take their place. Carl plunged his tongue inside her mouth, and she reached up to hold his cheek as she kissed him back.

She felt her skirt move higher, then suddenly a hot, wet tongue swiped across her pussy lips. Carl pulled his fingers from her flesh, and Richie replaced them with his tongue. He ate at her, licked, sucked, and nibbled her clit as she writhed and wiggled, thrust up and down.

She felt Richie’s fingers replace his tongue, and then he swiped her cream down over her puckered hole. Oh please, yes, touch me there. I always wanted to be touched there. But no, it’s too erotic, too wild.

She was so aroused and wet his thick, hard finger penetrated her hole while his other fingers pushed into her pussy. He filled her then pumped his fingers faster into her.

“Fuck, Juliet, you’re so wet and hot for us aren’t you, baby? You’re amazing.” Richie continued to pump fingers into both holes.

“Oh God!” she screamed as Carl released her lips and pressed his hand down her shirt to pull out a breast from confinement. He squeezed and pinched her breast and nipple.

“Show me. Show me how fucking hard her nipples are.” Richie practically growled the words.