Stacy's Destiny

The Town of Pearl 2

Stacy’s Destiny Stacy's on the run after being assaulted. She heads to the town of Pearl as she copes with her fears from the attack. The last thing she expects to find in this storybook town filled with kind people and not-so-typical relationships is her destiny in the arms of Max and Eric Cantrell. Eric and Max meet Stacy in the same day but at different times. Instantly they are attracted to her and feel that she may be the one they have been waiting for. Trouble is, Stacy's from New York and has a past that has her wary of men in general. But the heat between the three is out of control, and once they get a taste, Max and Eric are set on keeping her. When trouble comes looking for their woman, they're ready to fight and willing to risk everything to protect her. Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys Length: 83,540 words

STACY’S DESTINY The Town of Pearl 2

Dixie Lynn Dwyer

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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STACY’S DESTINY Copyright © 2011 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer E-book ISBN: 1-61034-628-9 First E-book Publication: October 2011 Cover design by Les Byerley All art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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DEDICATION To all my faithful readers, your requests for Stacy, Max, and Eric’s story did not fall on deaf ears. I hope you enjoy their tale and another peek into the Town of Pearl created in For the Love of Anna. ~Dixie~

STACY’S DESTINY The Town of Pearl 2 DIXIE LYNN DWYER Copyright © 2011

Prologue Stacy had gotten very little rest over the past four weeks, but she was determined to land the promotion at Mercer Enterprises. This was her time. She had paid her dues and then some, working nights and overtime without pay. It was all to impress Curtis Langcaster, her boss and royal pain in the ass. He was such a damn cocky and obnoxious bastard and good looking to boot. She had actually found him charming and sexy when she started in the company nearly a year ago. Thank the good lord above that she hadn’t fallen for his fake sincerity and playboy charms. Others around the company weren’t so lucky. She had turned a blind eye to the promiscuity taking place around the workplace. There were married couples sharing with other married couples, giving the whole spouse swap a new and erotic alternative. It reminded her of high school but on a more extreme level. These were like adult cliques. There were the men and women who were married but fooled around and had affairs. Then there were single men and women that fooled around and went out drinking and partying even in the middle of the week. Then there were the few married individuals who did their jobs, never advanced, and lived a basic, monotone kind of lifestyle.

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Then there was Stacy. Single, newly out of college, and trying to prove that she didn’t have to spread her legs in Mercer Enterprises in order to get promoted. Bullshit! She wasn’t going to be a whore. If she needed to make a career change, then so be it. It was bad enough that she lost her virginity to Alex in college and he turned out to be such an asshole. The sex was terrible and a one-time event that ruined her perception of sex in general. When she finally decided to give sex a try again, it was going to be because she felt overwhelmed with the urge. She was not going to be ordered to. Clearing her mind of all the obscene reasons why she should just leave Mercer and head elsewhere, Stacy held on to the hope that today was the day for success. She pushed aside thoughts of the little secret admirer gifts and messages that had been left on her desk. She momentarily forgot about the late night heavy breathing calls from private untraceable numbers and focused on today. Today’s meeting and this advertising contract were a success because of her. Fresh out of college and in her early twenties, she had been exposed to the true ins and outs of the business world at record speed. Trust was nonexistent. It was do or die. If she didn’t land this contract today, then she might as well look for a different profession altogether. Stacy sighed, feeling the quiver from the pit of her stomach all the way to her throat. No one was going to take this promotion away from her this time. She covered all her bases and made sure that the higher-ups saw her working on the Monroe account. She had learned the cutthroat ropes quickly enough, and her razor-sharp tongue had nearly cost Stacy her job. When Curtis cornered her in his office one late evening demanding she give him a blow job and she refused, she had gone off on him and threatened to sue him for sexual harassment. He laughed at her, but he dropped the issue and remained distant. She wondered if he was the secret admirer and just couldn’t take no for an answer. She did catch him watching her which creeped her out, but soon she noticed other men in the company doing the same thing. Knowing that she hadn’t placed

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herself in any compromising positions, she ignored them and their advances and focused on the job. She learned quickly that there was always someone watching and ready to offer help at a cost. The business world was a brutal place. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and gripped the multiple objects in her hands just as she caught sight of Curtis. Curty, as his little bimbo girlfriends called him, was smiling wide as she approached the boardroom. She carried all the materials, and she handled all the meetings and scheduling with their clients. The Monroes adored her. This was it. She would no longer be stuck working for Curty. “Hey, there she is, my number one gal!” he exclaimed and attempted to give her a hug despite the large amount of papers and bulk in her arms. How unprofessional of him. Hadn’t the asshole learned that she was never going to sleep with him? What a moron. She had made it perfectly clear over a year ago that she would not sleep her way through promotions to get to the top. Many had before her, and sure, they were sitting pretty, damn pretty, right now with their corner offices looking over the city skyscrapers and their uppersix-figure salaries, but not her. Stacy had morals and values. She was going to be successful, and her pussy wasn’t going to be her ticket to success. She gave Curty a dirty look. Couldn’t he at least pretend that he wanted to help her? Maybe offer to carry some stuff or hold the door at least? His show was for the Monroes. He really didn’t give a damn at all. “Here, let me help you with those,” Don Williams offered as he reached for some of her binders. He had always been a nice man. He was married with two kids of his own, and he was a gem among narcissists. He was one of the few moral, married men belonging in that particular group amongst whoremongers and chauvinists. Plus with his blond hair and blue eyes, he was the picture-perfect surfer boy. When she first met him, she was shocked that he was married and had two kids. He had told her it was love at first sight, and he

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couldn’t take a chance of letting his wife Eve get away. His wife was a beauty as well. Just then, the other high-ranking, self-centered CEOs infiltrated the room. Even their nasty facial expressions and fake smiles made her sick. They were decked out in their high-priced Louis Vuitton casual wear from blazers to shoes. Two of the idiots looked like they were headed to the golf course after this meeting. Her nose immediately itched from the overwhelming amount of expensive colognes attacking the air. She prayed she wouldn’t have a sneezing fit. Not now and not with her future professional life hanging on the line. Stacy was at her wit’s end. If she didn’t get this promotion, she didn’t know what she would do. This was it. She placed everything out on the table and began to arrange the colored printouts according to her presentation. They watched her, and she didn’t have to look up to know that they stared. Selfconsciously she tugged her blouse closed in fear that, due to her abundant breasts, some cleavage may have been showing. She didn’t want to give the wrong impression. She’d practiced all week. Her office mates, Teresa and Michelle, probably knew her speech as well as she did. She smiled as her confidence teetered between “set and ready” and “oh shit, I’m going to fail.” Stacy rubbed her damp hands over the soft material of her skirt. She was dressed modestly but professionally in her flare, blue floral skirt and classy cream-colored blouse. Her breasts were large, but she hid them the best she could. She was also petite, and a lot of the men and women she worked with were tall. Those women who weren’t were certain to wear some of the highest heels around. She didn’t. There was no way she would get through the day in them. Especially being at the bottom of the totem pole and at Curty’s near beck and call. But all that was going to change today. It had to. As the introductions were made and the Monroes entered the room, the sucking up began. Then out of nowhere came Debbi Dogstire, wiggling into the room with her inappropriately short red skirt and matching red blouse that just happened to be cut so low that

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her brassiere and lacey red camisole showed. Stacy swallowed hard. She knew she had better breasts than Debbi, but she didn’t show them off. The men in the room sucked in their breath at the sight of her. Stacy felt that pulling in her gut that something was up. Why the hell were the Monroes talking to Debbi? How did they know her? The meeting began, and Stacy did most of the selling with Curty, adding in his lies about her ideas being his ideas. Before long Debbi was adding a few points that Stacy hadn’t even gotten to yet in her presentation and stole the Monroes’ attention and the CEO’s attention. From there on out, it was a disaster. It appeared that Curty, Debbi, and a few others in the room had sabotaged Stacy. They made it look like she did all the minor planning and creating on the job while Curty and Debbi did the major work and came up with all the ideas. Stacy was devastated and sick with shock. How could this be happening? It was like some bad scene out of a movie. But this was no movie. This was her life. Son of a bitch! Thirty minutes later, and Stacy understood exactly why Debbi Dogstire earned the name throughout the company as Debbi Dogstyle. She had been so busy bending over desks to gain promotion that she finally landed the number one spot in the Mercer Enterprises advertising department. By the looks from the faces around the room, Debbi did every one of those guys except for Don Williams. **** Her blood felt as if it were boiling as she slammed the door to her small office that she shared with Teressa and Michelle. “Oh no, what the hell happened?” Michelle asked immediately. “I don’t think she got the promotion,” Teressa added. “Fuck no, I didn’t!” “Oh no,” Teressa replied.

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“What happened?” Michelle asked Stacy. “Two words, ladies…Debbi Dogstyle.” Both Teressa and Michelle covered their mouths and gasped. “No,” Teressa exclaimed. Stacy nodded her head as she paced the office. She looked at her desk and all the crap from the Monroe account. She cringed just thinking about all the hours she spent working her ass off to get the promotion that she deserved. She missed parties, visits with her best friend Anna, and time exercising or doing what she wanted to do. All because she thought she was a shoo-in for the promotion. “So what happened? What did that bitch do, steal your fucking promotion?” Michelle asked, sounding just as outraged as Stacy. However, before Stacy came into the office, Don had shared some inside information with Stacy. He told her that Michelle and Teressa had helped Debbi gain access to Stacy’s information on the Monroe account. Apparently Debbi had called the Monroes and told them that all the ideas were her own not Stacy’s and that Stacy had stolen them from her. Of course Curty was in on it, that little weasel, and Stacy was fed up. “Why don’t you all tell me, ladies? Considering that the two of you have been sneaking around my desk and stealing information to give to Debbi and Curty.” The two women turned a bright shade of guilty red, and despite the upset, Stacy felt drained. She just couldn’t stand the anger and upset any longer. “Stacy, we didn’t.” Stacy turned toward Michelle and gave her the meanest look, and immediately Michelle closed her mouth. The two women looked at one another then left the room. Stacy was furious. A thousand thoughts went through her mind. What am I going to do now? I can’t take the lying, the cheating and backstabbing, and all the bullshit associated with the business.

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There was a knock at the door, and before she could tell the person to enter, the door was opening. In walked Barry Weiner, the CEO of Mercer. Fucking A! This wasn’t good at all. “Hello, Miss Porter. I believe we have some things to discuss.” He stated then crossed his arms in front of his chest. The man was feared by the entire staff at Mercer. He rarely even acknowledged her presence in the past year working here until recently. He knew damn well that she was the one who landed the Monroe account and did all the work. Maybe he was here to help her and tell her that he was on her side. “Sure, Mr. Weiner, come on in.” He closed the door behind him and smiled. Taking a few steps forward and closing the space between them, he now stood a few feet in front of her. “I am disappointed in you, Ms. Porter. I had high hopes for you in my company.” Stacy felt instantly sick to her stomach. Her last bit of hope just evaporated in front of her. “But, Mr. Weiner, I can explain what happened—” He raised his hand up for her to go no further. His fancy cufflinks sparkled against the rays of sun shining through the small window. She swallowed hard. The man had so much money it was insane. Even his shoes cost more than her shitty monthly rent. “I don’t want to hear it. Curty explained how Debbi was the one working on the Monroe project all this time and how you tried to steal her ideas.” “That’s a lie! I was the one working on the account. I was the one who spent weeks preparing all the materials and ideas for the advertising contract. Look at my desk.” Stacy directed her hand toward her desk for him to look, but his eyes never left her. She was so upset that she was shaking as she begged the tears not to fall. She wasn’t going to act like a weak, blubbering woman. Men like Barry Weiner despised such behavior.

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She had to remain strong, but as she began to explain her side of the story, her emotions were getting the best of her. She carried on and was nearly in tears by the time she realized that Mr. Weiner was holding her hand. “Calm down, Ms. Porter. Maybe there’s a way that we can work this out.” Stacy tensed up at the look in her boss’s eyes. Mr. Weiner was not what she would call an attractive man. He had evil-looking dark-gray eyes. He was in his forties, was muscular, since he worked out in the gym downstairs every day during lunchtime, and he was egotistical. If there was a mirror around for him to glance at himself in, he would. His hand slowly crept up her arm to the bend in her elbow. His hand was massive compared to her arms. She felt uncomfortable and stiffened at his touch. Instinctively she took a step back only for him to take another step toward her. “It’s okay, kitten. Don’t be scared. I know I’m a lot more experienced than you are, and it’s partly why I’m interested in taking you under my wing.” He ran his index finger along her cheek and across her jaw. The sleeve of his suit jacket grazed her shoulder, and instantly she was concerned. The intense smell of his expensive cologne attacked her senses. She was acutely aware of everything around her. The sunlight filtering through the room, the eerie quietness as the sound of her beating heart echoed in her ears. She absorbed his heavy breathing and the sheer bulkiness of his body. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time and understand that you feel you’ve worked hard to receive a promotion here, but things work differently in the business world, kitten. A gorgeous young woman like you needs a mentor to show her the ropes. You need protection.” As he spoke the words, his dark eyes roamed over her body, causing a shiver of fear and dirtiness.

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“Protection from what?” she asked, still unsure what the hell direction this conversation was going in. He took a step closer, invading her space and making her instinctively step back again. But then she hit the desk behind her. She placed her hands back so that she wouldn’t fall as Barry took up the small space in front of her. In an instant his hand was at her waist and his other hand against her cheek. “Whoa, kitten, don’t be so skittish. I promise to take things slow with you and show you the ropes.” He chuckled as he held her gaze. His gray eyes held a look of evil, and her gut clenched with fear. He was a large man. Most were, compared to her, and she didn’t want more problems. His hard fingertips pressed against the corner of her lip and her jaw. She was shocked and utterly confused. “What are you talking about? What do you want from me?” she asked and tried to put some distance between herself and her boss. Her temples began to pound, and her palms became sweaty. She was shaking as she tried to remain calm. She attempted to inch away from him. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Her boss wouldn’t force himself on her or make sexual advances despite any rumors she had heard over the past few months about others in the building. Would he? This was all just a big misunderstanding. But he wouldn’t allow her to move away from him as he snagged her around the waist and pulled her up against his chest as if he had every right to. Mr. Weiner was just short of six feet, but compared to her five-feet-five-inch frame, he was way bigger. “It’s time you earned your promotion like the others have.” Oh crap! Before she could react, he covered her mouth with his own and wrapped his slimy arms around her, squeezing her tightly. His hold nearly took her breath away. Her arms were secured under the muscles of his much larger ones. Her breasts pushed upwards, causing pain by her ribs and under her armpits. She struggled for release and for a breath as his tongue plunged into her mouth. She wanted to hurl, to scream for help, but his hold was strong. Coffee

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and tobacco filled her mouth and saltiness from the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She had heard of men taking women and forcing them to succumb to their demands in the work place. But she never thought she would be a victim. She figured by denying sexual advances from Curtis and all together keeping her personal life and professional life separate that others would get the hint. She grew up on the city streets of New York and had survived the common criminal element. She’d never prepared herself for this. His hands began to move all over her body, from her ass to her back then over her breasts. He released her lips to breathe as she shoved her hands between them and against his chest. She was never so scared in her entire life. “Please stop! Don’t do this!” she yelled as he lifted her body and shoved her on top of the desk. Things toppled onto the floor, and the silkiness of her skirts caused her to slide right into the position he wanted her in. Stacy was in complete panic mode as she reached around her desk for something to stop him. “Fuck, you have the biggest tits. Where have you been hiding these, kitten?” he asked, breathing heavy as he grabbed her breasts hard. Her spine wedged against the wood, and in this awkward position, there was nothing to grab or use to fight him off. She swatted his hands away then attempted to shove him back, but he was a big man and stronger than her. “Stop this! I don’t want this!” she exclaimed. “Sure you do. You just need someone to show you,” he replied as he ripped her blouse open. With his hands at her breasts and his eyes zoned in on her abundant breasts, she made a move. Stacy scrambled off the desk and screamed for help. Mr. Weiner struck her across the cheek, making her fall to the floor. She scrambled to move, but he pulled her from the floor by her hair and slammed her back against the desk. Her shoulder hit the pointed edge, causing a massive shot of pain to radiate through her body. She

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screamed again as he grabbed her face between his hands and squeezed. “Shut up! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up and do what I say.” Her temper flared. “Fuck you!” she yelled then shoved against him. She was not going to take this shit anymore. She was done with Mercer Enterprises. She was done taking shit from chauvinistic men who believed they could make women spread their legs. She was a college graduate. She was on her own all these years because she was tough and independent. She wasn’t selling out now. He gripped her shoulders and stared at her with his dark, evillooking eyes. “No one is going to help you.” “I’ll scream!” she retorted, refusing to back down from his control. “It won’t matter. No one will come to your aid. I make the rules, and I sign the paychecks.” He practically snarled at her then just as quickly he gave her a small smile and loosened his hold on her arms. “I’m trying to be patient. You really don’t know how powerful I am or how miserable I can make your life. I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Stacy. I’ve waited long enough.” She could tell that he was telling the truth. She wasn’t stupid. Practically growing up on the streets with her friend Anna, Stacy learned a lot. This guy could destroy her. Maybe he was the one sending messages and packages to her? “I don’t want any more trouble. I won’t tell anyone about this. Just please leave me alone.” She attempted to pull from his grasp, but Mr. Weiner squeezed tighter as he pressed his body against hers. He attempted to force her body over the desk again as he groped her breasts with his other hand. In a quick motion he had her body pressed over the desk. Her breasts hit the wooden top, and her ass was up in the air as he pushed her down, keeping her in place. She

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struggled to grab something to stop him, and then she felt his erection between the material and against her ass cheeks. “Please stop! I don’t want this,” she cried out as she struggled to get up. He was groping her as he held her face down against the table. She was scared as her mind tried to focus on a way to escape. “You have a great ass, Miss Porter. You better get ready to be in this position often. You’re going to be my number one girl,” he stated through clenched teeth against her ear and neck. His heavy body pressed over her, nearly taking her breath away. She felt smothered, restricted, and trapped. She was scared out of her mind. He began to slowly push her skirt up and over her ass. He released her head and neck so he could use both hands to feel her ass and massage each globe. He leaned his body over hers, using his legs to spread her wider. The sick fuck was going to rape her right here in the middle of the day, in the middle of the office with all those people right outside the door. Hadn’t anyone heard her screams or the scuffle? She felt ready to hurl and almost ready to give in. He was just too damn strong. Then he sniffed her hair. She smelled his disgusting breath. She felt his hard erection against her ass cheeks and his thick, strong thighs. She wasn’t going to go out like this. Not without a fight and not without her dignity. That was when she made her move. In an instant she raised her head up fast and hard and stunned him a moment, hitting him in the jaw. It was enough time to roll to her back and kick him in the groin. She moved so quickly that her shin awkwardly hit his crotch instead of her knee. With anger and strength she swung her forearm forward and hit him directly in his nose. Blood splattered as he stepped back, stunned and momentarily unguarded. Jumping off the desk, she took another shot at him. This time, she punched him in his gut. Her anger, the adrenaline, and the fear filtered through her body as she struck him again. A right fist directly to the nose that was already broken and then another one to his jaw. He remained holding his nose as she pulled open the office door to find

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numerous faces staring back at her. She grabbed Mr. Weiner and shoved him out of the room. “She attacked me!” he yelled as Stacy shook with fear and anger. “No! He attacked me and I defended myself.” By the looks on the faces around her, she had a feeling that she was on her own. Everyone turned away as if by not looking, they couldn’t be witnesses to their boss’s attack. They weren’t going to come to her aide. She was on her own. She had chosen the wrong path in their eyes, and now she was blacklisted. “Call security! I want her out of here!” he yelled as Teressa ran to Mr. Weiner to comfort him. Stacy immediately realized that no one was going to believe her side of the story. She was finished, and her career was over.

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Chapter 1 “I can’t believe that you’re leaving New York,” Stacy’s best friend Anna stated as she released her from an embrace. It would be a long time before she would see Anna again. This had been a difficult decision. Stacy wiped her eyes as she held Anna’s hands. “You know as well as I do that I have no choice. I can’t stay here. It will just make matters worse.” “But the police have been helping. They’ll catch the guy responsible for the threats one of these times,” Anna replied. Stacy felt the tears leak from her eyes. She didn’t want to leave Anna so soon after Anna’s mother passing, but Stacy knew that this was the best option. Stacy needed to get away, and she didn’t want Anna in the middle of this potentially dangerous situation. She needed to clear her head and start a new life. She couldn’t work in a business environment that allowed backstabbing, manipulating, deceitful business deals. She was finished with that. Her other friend Millie felt it would be wiser to get out of town. Maybe Millie would be right about Barry Weiner. Maybe by leaving New York, he wouldn’t see Stacy as a threat to his business and career. Maybe he wouldn’t be so obsessed with her anymore. The fact that he was stalking her and leaving repulsive gifts at her apartment irked her. It seemed that by her turning him down and not succumbing to his command for sex at Mercer, she gained his complete interest. This was no longer a case of sexual harassment in the workplace. Barry was taking it to the next level. He was stalking her, and he seemed obsessed.

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“You sure that you know what you’re doing, Stacy? Texas? I’ve never even heard of this place, Pearl, and you don’t even know Millie’s aunt. Why would you leave everything you’ve worked so hard for and care for a woman you don’t even know?” Anna asked, sounding concerned and pessimistic. But Stacy couldn’t falter. She had to do this. When Millie mentioned an aunt out in Texas that owned a small farm was ill and needed help, Stacy thought maybe it would be a good place to clear her mind and put her past behind her. Then Millie mentioned a large house, work needing to be done, and living rent free, and it was the clincher on the deal. Plus, Millie would have considered going herself but had been dating a Wall Street guy for the past four months and wasn’t about to leave him. Not after getting away from her abusive ex-boyfriend who was in jail for drug dealing. That had been the worst six months of Millie’s life. Moving to another state was her only choice. Stacy thought the town nearby Millie’s aunt’s place sounded charming. The pictures of the place looked stunning and so inviting. Her instincts were leading her. “It will be okay. And someday soon you can come visit or maybe come live with me,” Stacy told Anna, giving her one more hug. Anna looked sad as she shook her head and kept her eyes looking toward the ground. “I can’t leave him. You know I’m all that my father has left.” Stacy clenched her teeth and hid her upset. Anna’s old man was nothing but an abusive asshole. Promise or not, Anna would need to get away from him before her life was ruined forever. “You’ll call me whenever you can, right?” Anna asked. “Of course I will. I wouldn’t survive without that weekly phone call.” Anna smiled. “Oh, well, I’ve gotta go, honey. I love you, Anna.” “I love you, too. Good luck,” Anna replied and hugged Stacy one more time before she walked away. Stacy took a deep breath and got

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into the cab. She shipped most of her belongings out to Millie’s aunt’s house, but she left a lot behind. As soon as she headed down the highway, she thought about Texas and wondered if she was doing the right thing. **** Marie Lemorte sat on the porch waiting for Stacy Porter to arrive. Ever since Millie, her niece, called and told her about the trouble Stacy was in and her need to relocate, Marie had been concerned. The young woman had been a great friend to Millie over the years and had helped Millie out when her boyfriend attempted to assault her. As far as Marie was concerned, Stacy was more than welcome in her home and more than just a friend of her niece’s. Stacy was family. Taking another sip of tea, she checked her watch again. She was worried that Stacy’s boss might interfere with Stacy’s travels, but Millie said that Stacy had taken precautions. The plane landed on time, and Ron, Marie’s neighbor, was picking Stacy up at the airport. Everything would be just fine. Ron was a good friend, a great neighbor, and a widower just like Marie. As Marie glanced around the property, she felt optimistic about this year’s horse riding camp and the extra help from Stacy. The young woman sounded like a spitfire by Millie’s description, including how she broke her boss’s nose when he attempted to attack her. Just the thought made Marie feel angry and concerned. She hoped that trouble wouldn’t follow the young woman, but she was confident that at least the Cantrells were nearby. The sheriff, deputy, and their men provided protection and safety to the entire community in the town of Pearl as well as the surrounding properties. Considering that Marie lived outside of the town limits, the Cantrell men were certain to keep her informed of any dangers as well as include her and the neighbors on events taking place in Pearl. It was a unique community. One that protected and watched over their own but also blossomed with young couples and

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new families. It was an entirely different place to live. There wasn’t any discrimination or crime or at least not anything other than some bored teenagers trying to prove themselves to their peers. In fact, a lot of the relationships were out of the norm. Marie took a sudden unsteady breath. She hoped that Mille explained to Stacy about the ménage relationships and the fact that many women had multiple husbands. Sighing, she looked toward the direction of the main road, hoping Stacy would get here soon. **** Ron Walker kept glancing at Stacy. He had a smile on his face and talked about Marie and the town of Pearl located just about ten minutes from Marie’s farm. Stacy absorbed the scenery as Ron talked about the surrounding neighbors and the local businesses. “Marie runs a small horseback riding camp during the summer. It starts up in two weeks,” Ron explained. “That sounds really nice. But how can she handle that with her health and all?” she asked, and Ron’s eyes widened as if she had caught him off guard, and quickly he cleared his throat and pointed out the window toward the farmland. If it weren’t the first time she had ever seen a cowboy or a horse up close, Stacy would have pursued questioning Ron. Stacy absorbed the sight of the very large cowboy as he sat atop a great big, black stallion. At least that was what she thought it was. Being a city girl, she wasn’t familiar with names of horses or breeds, but the cowboy snagged her attention. Her heart actually picked up pace as her eyes absorbed the sight of him. The truck slowed down, and before she knew what was happening, the cowboy was mere feet away from the pickup truck. She felt herself blush immediately at getting caught staring, but damn, was this guy straight out of a novel. Despite the long-sleeve, blue button-down shirt, she could tell that he

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was built. His tan neck had muscles, and even his face was muscular and kissed by the sun. The light bits of hair on his cheeks and chin indicated that he had a shadow of a beard. His Stetson was titled down low, and she couldn’t fully see his face, and she wondered what color his eyes would be. Perhaps they were deep blue like the sky above or even a sea of green like the grassy landscape to the left of them. As if on cue, he tilted his head back, allowing the sunshine to illuminate his face, and she inhaled, nearly choking on her own breath. His eyes locked with hers from across the driver’s side window. Thank God her hands remained clasped on her lap, because she wouldn’t have known what to do with them. “Howdy.” The cowboy stated as he tipped his hat toward them. His horse stood feet from the truck as it adjusted its position beside the truck. She heard the horse’s hoofs tap the ground as it appeared to trot in place. The cowboy’s deep brown eyes held her gaze as Ron made the introductions. “Stacy, this is Eric Cantrell. Eric, this is Stacy Porter. She’s staying at Marie’s place.” The pounding in her heart and her body’s instant attraction to the man blocked her hearing. “Are you okay, Stacy?” Ron asked, and she immediately cleared her throat. “I’m fine. I think the jet leg is kicking in,” she responded, thinking quickly. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around. Marie’s farm land borders the Triple C Ranch,” he replied with pride, and Stacy smiled at his deep voice and thick Texas accent. Trepidation filled her body as she realized she was attracted to the handsome stranger. That didn’t sit right with her at all. Someone was stalking her back in New York. She had become a near victim of a sexual attack. Being flirtatious with some sexy-looking cowboy was definitely on the top ten stupidest things she could do. She swallowed hard and ignored the tingling, schoolgirl attraction.

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“What’s the Triple C?” she asked, not even knowing how she was forming a complete sentence in front of the cowboy. She felt her body temperature rise as she caught his gaze upon her lips, and immediately she reminded herself about why she didn’t trust men. Even ones who sported a pair of blue jeans better than any New York male model she’d ever seen. She could see the definition in his thigh as it remained in place against the sleek coat of the black stallion. Even the horse had muscles. Stacy brought her attention back to the cowboy’s face as he explained about what and where the Triple C ranch was. So the letter “C” stood for Cantrell, and his name was Eric Cantrell. Grateful to have retained that much information, she forced herself to look away from the delicacy of a man and out toward the open pasture. Eric had come from out of nowhere. It was intriguing and intimidating. She was a city girl, used to city life, and anything that popped out in front of her unexpectedly usually meant trouble. She wasn’t expecting this. Her focus was to get away from her stalker and start anew. “Well we’d better get going. I’m sure Marie is getting worried. I’m sure Stacy’s ready to get settled in.” “You staying with Marie Lemorte?” Eric asked as he looked her over through the driver side window of the truck. She nodded her head and straightened her shoulders. The way the man looked at her was hot and intense. She didn’t want that type of attention and especially not now. She needed to stay focused on herself and her new life. And there was this feeling inside of her that she never had before. “Well then, I’ll be seeing you around,” Eric added, and she gave a small noncommittal smile, being sure not to look him directly in the eyes. Ron immediately began to drive, and only a few minutes later, they arrived at Marie’s farm. The place was stunning. From the long dirt driveway all the way to the old house, it was picturesque. There was a tall woman with short blonde hair descending the stairs as the truck pulled up in front

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of the house. Stacy swallowed hard as she took in the woman’s features. “Are you okay, Stacy?” Ron asked as he placed the truck in a parked position. Stacy turned toward him and spoke her mind. “She doesn’t look sick at all.” “That’s ’cause I ain’t sick, darlin’,” Marie stated as she opened the passenger-side door so Stacy could get out. Immediately the large woman pulled her into an embrace. Stacy was shocked as she absorbed the strength and the abrasiveness of Marie. Pulling back, Marie smiled. “You are absolutely gorgeous! Let’s get your things to your house, and then I can show you around and explain a few things.” The woman was definitely bossy and very energetic, and Stacy wondered why Millie lied to her about her aunt being sick. Wasn’t that the reason for Stacy to move out to Texas so that she could help Millie’s aunt? “What do you mean, my house? I thought I was staying in your house to help you.” “No need, darling. Millie said you were startin’ over. That means y’all will need space and some alone time.” “But—” “Now don’t be frettin’ over nonsense. You will be helping me out, and I will be paying you. Being a city gal, you’ve got a lot to learn about country life and farm life. But let’s not talk about that now. Follow me,” she stated, and Stacy had no choice but to follow as she clenched her teeth closed. She didn’t want to argue, but she also didn’t feel comfortable now that she was led here under false pretenses. Stacy wondered exactly how much Millie had told her aunt about Stacy’s situation in New York. “Excuse me, Miss Lemorte.” The vibrant older woman waved a hand in the air as Stacy nearly jogged to keep up with the woman’s long strides. “Call me Marie. You can even call me Aunt Marie.”

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“Aunt Marie?” Stacy questioned then nearly plowed into the older woman as she halted about a half a yard in front of a small, beat-up cottage. “Yes?” “No, I mean, how can I call you Aunt Marie?” Marie placed her hands on Stacy’s shoulders and looked down to hold Stacy’s gaze. She felt the woman’s strength through the strong hold on her own shoulders. Marie reeked of superiority and toughness. “You earned that right when you risked your life to save my Millie. She’d be in a hospital or six feet under if it weren’t for your bravery and friendship. Call me Aunt Marie and I’ll call you ‘New York.’” She released her shoulders, and Stacy watched as the woman pulled something out of her jean pocket and headed up the porch steps. “Now I know it ain’t no fancy New York apartment, but I understand that you spent some time doing handiwork and painting. Millie mentioned that your best friend Anna suggested working to fix up your new place would be a kind of therapy. That’s a real nice friend you got there, too. I hope to meet Anna some day. Anyway, here is the key. I had two extra made up for you so that you can place a spare in a safe location.” Stacy was trying to keep up with Aunt Marie, but it was nearly impossible. It seemed even Anna knew what was really going on and wanted to try and help. She loved her best friend. All thoughts were lost as Aunt Marie pushed the front door open. The small little cottage was not as tiny as it appeared. Although the decorating was ancient and the walls a pale yellow, there was a lot of sunlight illuminating the room. There was even a set of double doors that led out to a small deck which needed some work. She would definitely have her work cut out for her, but as she toured the small cottage, her spirits rose.

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“I take it that this old place will be suitable for you, Stacy?” Stacy turned to smile at Marie. “It’s great,” she replied then took a step forward. “But are you sure you are well? I mean, Millie insisted that your health was failing and that you really did need help around here.” “I am very well. Strong as any man around these parts. I’ve been working the farm life since I could walk. No need to worry about me and no need to think I won’t be putting you to work to earn your keep. I expect you to be ready by sunup to share a breakfast with me and sometimes Ron. I get some guests, and sometimes I’ll need my privacy, but I’ll tell ya when. Why don’t you get settled in and washed up? I stocked the place with some things Millie said you liked. When you’re all finished, come on over to the main house and we’ll do supper at five o’clock sharp. Don’t be late. Oh, and the main house is the big white one at the end of this driveway and around the large tree we just came from.” Aunt Marie smiled and went straight faced in a half a second then quickly headed back in that direction as Stacy stood in shock. **** Stacy took the first thirty minutes trying to reach Millie and Anna to give them a piece of her mind. They set her up. Here she was, thinking that she was fooling them about the intensity of the situation with her boss stalking her, and they went right along with it. Her new home was in Texas, living on a farm and helping a woman who, despite her tanned, wrinkled skin and what would be considered senior age, had more gall, attitude, and strength than Stacy herself could ever have. Stacy didn’t think that she handled the situation with her boss poorly. She just wondered if she didn’t break his nose if he would have given up on pursuing her. It was as if by her fighting back, he was more determined to break her and conquer her. She felt the chills run through her body. There was a definite fear there. A fear

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of not just men in general, but ones that could be perceived as intimidating and superior in nature. It was crazy, but she instantly thought about the cowboy she met with Ron. He appeared large and rugged. The fact that he appeared out of nowhere on open land filled with miles of grass and pasture as far as her eyes could see made her think of danger. She suddenly felt afraid of the wildness about the farmland and a sense of vulnerability. The tears stung her eyes. This move was supposed to be empowering and a beginning established on a foundation of new inner strength. It wasn’t supposed to reveal more of her inner weakness and reservations about being alone and handling life on her own. But in actuality, that was precisely what she accomplished by moving out here. The isolation from the norm and unknown dangers were a complete reversal of city life to country life in a flash. How am I going to do this? She inhaled the scent of the house and the old-home smell and the hint of wild flowers passing through the ugly, faded beige curtains. The fear of the unknown was not going to bring her down. A day at a time and keep to yourself, Stacy, and you’ll get through this and find the answers you’re looking for. She looked around the house, noting the time and realizing that she needed to get to the main house in fifteen minutes. She absorbed all the work the little cottage needed. That her little cottage needed, and she mentally noted the supplies she should get and where to start. She was going to make this work, and she was going to survive. New York was behind her, and it was nothing but a memory. **** “What do you mean you have no idea where she is? All I asked was that you watch her, and you can’t even do that,” Barry Weiner yelled into the cell phone. He was sitting on a lounge chair on a beach in the Bahamas. It was something his pain-in-the-ass wife suggested to help him deal with the accusations going through the office about

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his sexual flings. Plus his broken nose would take time to heal, and it was easier to go away and not deal with all the questions than to stick around work and make excuses. She insisted that he come along with her and act like the husband he was supposed to be. The stupid bitch should have known by now that all he wanted was a stake in her father’s company. That’s why he had courted her in college and landed this job straight out of Harvard. Why else would he put up with her annoying, unintelligent banter and skinny, scrawny body? “I tried sir, but it was difficult with the cops hanging around her place. I planted that gift you wanted me to plant, but her friend intercepted it,” Curtis replied, and Barry could hear the fear in Curty’s voice. “Fuck! You were supposed to handle this. It’s your ass on the line as well. I am not going to let her get away with what she did to me. I’ve got cops asking questions, and I don’t want them snooping around. I have something else I want you to deliver to her once my sources locate her. I will be in touch.” “Why can’t we just forget about her? She’s not important. She doesn’t matter when you can replace her with a dozen others. Even Teressa and Michelle are interested in you.” “I don’t want them. I waited a year for this. My mind is made up, and remember who you are talking to. I’ve gotta go. Don’t screw this up because if I have to hire someone else to do it, I will, and you can forget about your promotion.” Barry hung up the phone just as his wife approached carrying two piña coladas. He despised her, but he had to keep her. If he divorced her, then her father would fire him. Not that her old man was a saint, but he kept his affairs well hidden. All Barry wanted was Stacy. Everything about her from her long, thick red hair to her sparkling green eyes turned him on. Her body was a work of art from what he could tell, considering she wore such nonrevealing clothing. Even that was a turn-on. When he finally got a hold of her body, he wanted every inch of her. He wanted her all to himself, and the fact that his

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father-in-law had noticed Stacy as well…Well, that just pissed Barry off. Stacy belonged to him, and he was going to have her. **** Eric Cantrell walked out of the stables feeling hot, dirty, and tired. He had spent the day out in the fields mending fences. He was pissed off that one of their hands, Gutry, had obviously been slacking in his duties. As soon as he found the guy, he was going to give him a final warning. This wasn’t the first time Gutry screwed up. Eric, his brother Max, and their cousins could have lost livestock. As he dusted the dirt off his jeans while he was walking, he thought about the damage that still needed mending and how a trip to the hardware store tomorrow for more materials was a must. Now that he was back on Cantrell land, he also found himself thinking about the gorgeous young woman in Ron Thorton’s truck. She was a beauty. She looked a little timid, but knowing how big Eric was, he assumed his height and size had intimidated her. She was a petite little thing with amazing green eyes. Damn, she was a sight to remember. He couldn’t recall the last time when just looking at a woman made his dick hard. Just thinking about her now stirred his cock’s attention. Fuck! He shifted as he walked, trying to ease the tightness in his crotch. “Hey, where ya been?” Eric looked up in time to see his cousin, Charlie, walking toward him. They met just a few feet before the gardens. “That asshole Gutry screwed up big time, damn it! I’ve been out doing his fucking job all day, and it ain’t even done yet.” “What do you mean?” “The damn fences haven’t been fixed in God knows how long. I thought you and Ben were going to keep an eye on him?” “Well, I thought Ben was, but I guess not. He’s been too busy lately,” Charlie responded, looking annoyed now as well.

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“Busy with what? The ladies? Damn, I’m going to have to make him come along with me tomorrow to fix the rest.” “Well, in the meantime, what about Gutry? I think we’re going to have to toss his ass.” “I never cared for that guy anyway. He’s always causing fights whether he’s kicked back a few too many at Francine’s place or over in Turbank. We’ve got to talk to the others and confirm what we want to do. I’ve had it.” “Well, why don’t you go take a shower and get cleaned up. Supper’s nearly done. That’s another soon-to-be problem, you know, too,” Charlie added, looking grim. “What? The cook? What the hell is going on with Tex?” “He’s been missing his daughter really badly. Now that the third grandchild’s been born, he wants to leave to go see her. He’s been thinking about moving out to Wyoming to be closer to her and help her out.” “Ah, damn! When it rains, it pours, don’t it?” “Guess so.” “All right, we’ll have to have a family meeting tonight to discuss all this. Tell the others to meet here at the main house by eight o’clock. I know Wyatt and Max won’t be here until then anyway. There’s that meeting about the fair and barbecue in three weeks.” “Okay. See you for supper.”

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Chapter 2 Stacy was washing the lettuce for the salad as she helped Marie in the kitchen. Her home was stunning and very neat. There were antique furnishings and old black-and-white portraits of the Lemorte ancestors. Marie made some sort of chicken dish that didn’t smell quite appealing at all. She didn’t want to insult the woman after all it seemed she had done for Stacy. Maybe it just smelled bad but would taste better. “Okay, New York, you ready with that salad?” Marie asked as Stacy brought the bowl over to the table. Stacy had the feeling that Marie didn’t cook often. It was just a feeling that was confirmed when Stacy took her first bite of the chicken. She tried her hardest not to react too impolitely to the fact that the chicken was raw inside. As she added dressing to her salad, the one bite of raw chicken still lingered on her tongue. She just couldn’t fake eating that. Marie made a disgusted sound then dropped her fork causing a loud clank against the dish. “Aw, hell, I screwed up! This tastes like shit and it isn’t even cooked,” Marie exclaimed then rose from her chair. “Come on, New York, we’re going into town.” Stacy placed her napkin on the table. “It’s okay. I wasn’t really that hungry.” “Nonsense! Rise, child, and let’s get going. Francine is the best cook around. That’s our little restaurant in Pearl.” “I can cook. Maybe I can salvage this chicken,” Stacy offered, and Marie gave her one of those looks that told Stacy she’d better not

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argue. Immediately she rose from her seat and cleaned her plate into the garbage. Marie did the same as they quickly cleaned up the kitchen then headed out to Marie’s blue pickup truck. **** Deputy Max Cantrell stood next to Dr. Jones talking about the sheriff’s part and security detail for this summer’s upcoming events. The annual Fourth of July town barbecue kicked off the festivities with chili and pie contests. It was very popular and brought in a lot of people from surrounding counties in Texas. One woman in Turbank, the town over from Pearl, would take home the winnings every year. There were numerous women and men trying to beat Betsy Whinston. A lot of the women wanted to beat Betsy because she was a troublemaker with the men. She flirted shamelessly and even with married men. Max chuckled at the way even Dr. Jones hoped Betsy would lose. Max and his brother Eric avoided Betsy the best they could over the years. The woman had her eyes set on marrying them, but they weren’t interested. Max and Eric wanted to share a woman like their fathers had and their cousins hoped to one day. There were plenty of ménage relationships in town, and it was accepted. The town of Pearl had grown immensely over the last five years, and it was because of the acceptance of different relationships and the enforcement of the laws. As a deputy, he and his cousin Wyatt, the sheriff, upheld the law and eliminated any potential threats. “So what do you think, Max? Will someone beat Betsy this year or what?” “I sure hope so. I hear that Beverly took some cooking classes in Turbank and online to create a better recipe for the chili.” “Well that’s definitely promising,” Dr Jones replied with a smile just as they saw Marie Lemorte’s truck pull into the parking lot in front of Francine’s restaurant.

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Max had to do a double take when another woman got out of the passenger side of Marie’s truck. Having only the back of her to look at, he immediately noticed the reddish-brown hair, the snug-fitting black T-shirt and tight-fitting dark-blue jeans. Her curves were eye catching, and he hoped that she would turn around as Marie looked directly at Max and Dr. Jones, giving a wave. In an instant, as Max waved back, the redhead turned around. Even from across the street, he could tell she was beautiful. Her shirt wasn’t cut low. In fact, it nearly hugged her neck, but it accentuated her rather large breasts as his eyes absorbed it all. Her belly was flat, and she looked kind of petite, but he was very tall so everyone appeared small to him. “Who is that?” Max asked. “That must be Millie’s friend from New York. Marie mentioned having someone stay at the cottage and help out on the farm. It must be her.” “Wanna go grab a cup of coffee?” Max asked. Dr. Jones chuckled. “Want to get a good look, huh, son?” “You saw her. What do you think?” They laughed as they walked across the street to Francine’s. **** The soft sound of country music could be heard amongst the chatter going on in the restaurant. Marie ushered Stacy inside and greeted friends and neighbors as they in return greeted her and Stacy. Introductions were made, and Marie consciously noticed that Stacy seemed to gain the attention of just about every male in the place. The young woman was definitely attractive. She didn’t flaunt it, though. In fact, it appeared that the more attention Stacy received, the shyer she became. “Okay, y’all leave New York alone now. We need to get supper. Her plane came in late and we’re starving.”

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“You picked a good time to move out here Stacy. We’re getting ready for the big BBQ and festival. It’s a lot of fun. I’m sure Marie will tell you more about it and bring you,” Francine stated. “If you’re a newcomer to Pearl, you won’t want to miss this event,” someone stated, and when Marie looked up, she saw Max Cantrell and Dr. Jones standing near Stacy. Marie watched as Stacy turned toward Max and blushed. Max smiled, showing off those adorable dimples of his, and Marie smirked. This could get interesting. “I’m Dr. Jones, the town physician. It’s nice to meet you, Stacy. Marie mentioned she was going to have someone stay in the old cottage and help her out. Welcome to Pearl.” Stacy shook his hand and said thank you. “I’m Deputy Max Cantrell. It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.” He shook her hand and smiled. “You met Max’s brother Eric with Ron today on your way to the farm from the airport.” Marie noticed Max’s eyes widen, and he looked a bit taken aback by that information but then stared at Stacy. “Thank you for the welcome.” “Well, if you men don’t mind, Stacy and I are starving.” “Sure, sure, Marie. We’ll let you get back to your dinner. See you around,” Dr. Jones stated, and he and Max headed toward the counter. **** Max’s heart was pounding in his chest. Stacy was gorgeous and had the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen. He was immediately attracted to her and instantly wondered what his brother Eric would think of her. When Marie said that Stacy and Eric met already, he was initially jealous then hopeful. If she looked at Eric the way she just looked at him, then things were promising. He wanted to get to know her, and he wanted to talk to Eric and see what he knew

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about Stacy. It was interesting, and as he took a sip of his coffee and peeked around to look at Stacy, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one watching her. His temper flared, and he had to rein it in before he did something stupid. Like punch Clay Rhino or Gutry Lewis in the face. **** Stacy tried to focus on what Marie was saying about the town barbecue, but she couldn’t focus completely. She felt numerous sets of eyes on her and hoped it was just curiosity about the new girl in town. However, she unconsciously kept looking toward the counter where Max Cantrell, the town deputy, sat. Every time she glanced in his direction, she saw him staring. At first he appeared real friendly and even had a smile on his face, but now he looked downright annoyed. Was he pissed because she wasn’t batting her eyes and going all gaga over those cute dimples he had? She wondered why she was getting all worked up about him. His brother was just as good looking and big as Max. She was instantly attracted to both of them. That was definitely a problem. Well, not really a problem. She wasn’t looking to get involved with any man. Instantly, she had reservations about the possibility of being sexually attracted to the men. She was scared of intimacy, and although her boss hadn’t succeeded in sexually assaulting her, she still feared being touched by a man. It was crazy but for some reason the whole masculinity and domineering attitude that most men have made her feel intimidated and insecure. With such feelings there was no way she was ready to get involved with a man, never mind two men, and especially not cowboys. She definitely wasn’t going to cause trouble between two brothers. She felt the perspiration reach her brow, and her stomach felt unsettled. Plus, the sheriff had the same last name, from what Marie had told her. Marie said he was a cousin. In a town this small, she assumed a lot of people would be related.

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“So you said you cook. Do you know anything about making chili?” Marie asked Stacy, interrupting her thoughts. “Who knows how to make chili?” Francine asked as she delivered drinks to the table. Stacy felt her cheeks blush. She had totally missed the conversation. The plump waitress placed her hands on her hips and stared at Stacy. “’Fess up, girl. Don’t be teasing Francine that way. The town’s been looking for a good chili cook for years,” Marie added with a grin before she took a bite into her cheeseburger. “I just mentioned to Marie that I know how to cook and wouldn’t mind cooking for the two of us when it was necessary.” “Do you or don’t you know how to cook chili?” Francine demanded to know with her voice raised. “Does this young thang know how to cook chili?” some cowboy asked over Francine’s shoulder. The place seemed to quiet down suddenly. Stacy felt that ache in the center of her gut. “I, um…I can cook a lot of things.” “How about bake? You know how ta bake, too?” another older gentleman asked as they gathered around the table. Stacy nodded her head but was perplexed at their intense interest in her cooking abilities. Stacy looked to Marie for some kind of reassurance, which alone got under Stacy’s skin, but then when the older woman just kept eating and smiling, Stacy got angry. “What’s so funny?” Stacy asked. “Hey, y’all, we just found our entrant into this year’s chili and pie contest,” one of the older men yelled to the rest of the restaurant. Before Stacy could stop him, the cheers went through the restaurant and more people came by to wish her good luck and welcome her. “Man, I can’t wait to see Betsy Whinston’s face when she loses this year,” Francine stated, and others added similar comments. Stacy looked to Marie for help. “What the hell just happened?”

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“Welcome to Pearl, New York. I just hope you can cook as good as these people hope you can,” Marie replied then got up to walk over to Francine. A moment later, the deputy appeared in front of Stacy. “Good luck in the contest, Stacy. I’m sure your chili is the hottest,” Deputy Cantrell whispered with a smile as he placed his hand on his hip and one was sitting on his holster. “I’m sure your pies are sweet as can be, too,” he added, and she couldn’t help but think there was more to those statements then he intended. The man was a dream and, in uniform, lethal as they came. “I don’t know exactly what I got myself involved in. I was just telling Marie that I could cook so that I can assist her back on the farm.” “Well, that’s mighty nice of you. I heard you’re living in Millie’s old place. It needs a bit of fixing up,” he stated. Stacy was a nervous wreck. She had worked with many attractive men, but none intimidated her like this small-town deputy. It must have something to do with the uniform. “I’m looking forward to fixing it up.” “If you need any help, my brother Eric and I are real good at that kind of thing.” Now this was getting intense for Stacy. She went to take a sip of her drink and nearly spilled the glass. She had been fast enough to stop it from tilting over, but she made it quite obvious that the deputy made her nervous. He smiled cordially. “I mean it, we would be happy to help you get settled in.” He looked her over, and her body tingled as if he touched her. The craziest part was that she was drawn to him and lost all perception of everything going on around them. Her nipples pebbled, and her belly quivered. She became somewhat restless in the seat, and when she moved, she felt the moisture against her panties. One look at the cocky deputy and he seemed like he knew it. She noticed a small bit of a tattoo on his arm that was barely peeking out

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of his shirt sleeve. She also noticed the muscles in his forearms and the wide expansion of his chest. He was a pretty big man. “Well?” he whispered, his voice sounding so damn seductive she placed her hand over her belly to attempt to stop the quivering it caused. “I can handle it myself, but I appreciate the offer.” He seemed to get the message as he frowned, or maybe he didn’t want to push the attraction they felt. That was fine with her. She just hoped someone would explain this whole chili and pie contest to her and how she can get out of it. Just then a small group came by the table saying good-night to the deputy and smiling at her. There was one woman with three men. “I’m Melissa. I own the little dress boutique on the corner at the entrance to town.” “It’s nice to meet you, Melissa.” “These are my husbands, Frank, Paul, and Willie.” “Howdy, ma’am.” All three men tipped their hats toward Stacy before placing a hand on Melissa and leading her out of the place. Stacy was dumbfounded. She must have misunderstood Melissa. Three husbands? How could that be? “There are lots of different types of couples in Pearl, Stacy. Ménage being a main one,” Deputy Max stated as he move a chair closer, turned the back toward her, and straddled it. “Three husbands? How can that possibly work out?” “It’s not uncommon.” “It is where I’m from.” “That’s what you think. It’s happening everywhere, but in a lot of societies, it’s frowned upon and not understood. Here in Pearl, it’s acceptable, and it’s a safe place to fall in love and start a family.” Her heart pounded inside her chest. She couldn’t even have a relationship with one man, never mind three. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, she had realized she was wringing her hands together

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until she felt Max’s hand cover her own. She jumped, and he stared at her, holding her gaze. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it, and who knows, maybe you’ll give it a try.” He squeezed her hand then rose from his seat before she could respond to his statement.

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Chapter 3 “Okay, Millie, wake up and start talking or I swear I’m on the next flight out of here!” Stacy yelled into her cell phone as she plopped down across the bed. Marie had made her bed with fresh sheets, but Stacy loved her silk comforter with the burgundy butterfly appliquéd here and there along the black silk. She rubbed her fingers along the edge of one of the butterfly’s wings. “You do know that there is a time distance between New York and Texas?” Millie stated in between yawning. “What’s your point? I want answers, and it seems I’ve entered into a completely different world here.” “What’s the problem?” “First of all, your aunt isn’t the least bit sick. She’s tougher than some of the ‘bloods’ back in New York. I’m not living with her in her house. I’m living in my own cottage, which is beautiful, by the way. On the way here, I met a cowboy who appeared out of thin air, and he was not only huge but gorgeous. As a matter of fact, most of the men I have come across are out of the ordinary. They are drop-dead gorgeous and so big I feel like Thumbelina! Then in town I get tricked into entering some chili-and-baking contest while I was trying to explain to Aunt Marie that I can cook. You see, she tried to cook for me and the chicken was raw. That is how we wound up at the restaurant Francine’s.” “That’s a nice place, isn’t it?” Mille asked. “It sure is, and the people are really nice, too. Nicer than anything I’m used to. Come on, Millie. I grew up on the city streets of New York. Anna and I dodged so much shit over the years. Between the

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gangbangers, the drug dealers, pimps, and gangsters, it’s amazing that her and I didn’t wind up in the morgue. I don’t really trust cops either. You know that, and when I saw the deputy? Holy shit, I started thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Men in my life thus far have done nothing but screw me over. And this town and the businesses, the people are out of storybook. That’s when I met the deputy by the way, and he started talking to me and welcoming me into town then saying my chili was hot and my pies would probably be real sweet, and then the lady Melissa with the three husbands showed up to introduce herself. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” “How did Melissa look? You know she’s pregnant. Oh my God, I miss that place so much.” “Then why didn’t you come here to help your aunt? Oh, wait, your aunt really doesn’t need help does she?” “No, Stacy, she doesn’t. I just thought it would be a good place for you to recoup and straighten out your life. I also wanted you out of town while your asshole boss is harassing you. So tell me about the cowboy brothers, who were they?” “Cantrells.” “Oh my God! They are so hot. Was it the twins or the triplets?” “Triplets? You mean there are more than just Max and Eric Cantrell?” “It was Max and Eric that you met?” “Yes.” “Oh, boy. Those two are quite the handful. The other triplets are their cousins. There’s Wyatt, he’s the sheriff, then there is Charlie and Ben. Charlie is a vet, he was in the Marines and takes care of the animals on the Triple C, and Ben works on the ranch as well as Eric. What did you say about your hot chili and sweet pies?” Stacy laughed as she rolled over on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “I didn’t say anything about it, Max did. He was flirting, I think?”

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Stacy smiled to herself. She was attracted to two men after being in town for less than a day, and they turned out to be brothers. What were the chances of that happening? “Maybe we should discuss this whole ménage thing now. You know it is perfectly normal to fall in love with more than one man.” “Are you kidding me? I haven’t had a relationship since Alex, and what a mess that was.” “If my memory is correct, you had sex with him one time and there wasn’t a relationship.” “Yeah, well, what the hell did I know? He was a smooth talker, and I thought I was all ‘Miss Independent’ putting myself through school and having my own place.” “Well, don’t let one asshole ruin your impression of men altogether. The Cantrell men are sweet.” “I’m not interested. I’ve had enough of macho, good-looking men thinking they can get into any woman’s pants they want to. Besides, you haven’t seen either one of them in five years. Do you have any idea how intimidating and muscular they are? That one brother Eric appeared out of nowhere with a gun on his hip, a shotgun on the huge horse he was on, and sporting more muscles than the stallion itself. I’ll stick to what I can handle.” “You’re scared of them because they are good looking, muscular, and intimidating? Are you kidding me? What type of man are you interested in?” “One that won’t use his strength to restrain me while he takes what he wants,” Stacy stated then wished she hadn’t. This was the first time she expressed her fear after her boss’s attack. Millie was silent a moment, and then she broke the silence. “Honey, is that what you think? That men like the Cantrells would use their strength and masculinity against you? Gosh, you did a great job hiding your fear after your boss tried to rape you. No wonder Eric and Max intimidate you. They are big, strong men, but they are also gentlemen. They come from a good family. In fact, their fathers and

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mother helped to turn Pearl into the town it is today. Don’t be afraid of them.” “That’s easy for you to say. I’m afraid of getting close to anyone. Not just because of Barry but because of Alex. I regret losing my virginity to him. I don’t know what I was thinking.” “You were upset after finding out that your mom was indeed alive but wanted nothing to do with you. That was understandable when you began to self-destruct.” Stacy laughed. “Thanks to you, I didn’t downright explode.” “Yeah, well, you were there for me, too,” Millie replied. Stacy knew that Millie was talking about Stewart. What an abusive asshole he turned out to be. “Well, don’t toss the whole multiple-partner idea out the window yet. If the Cantrells are interested in you, then they would be willing to share you.” “What! Are you insane? I couldn’t handle five minutes speaking to one of them, never mind two of them, and there was no sex involved. You’re crazy, Millie.” “Did your body get all warm and tingly? Did you think about them while you were taking a shower and touch yourself?” “Millie!” “Just what I thought. Do me a favor and keep an open mind. You never know what might happen. Now what was this talk about chili?” Stacy began to explain about the contest and there being the same winner every year. “Betsy Whinston, that bitch! She thinks she is God’s gift to men. She’s been after a Cantrell for years. I didn’t know you knew how to make chili. I mean, I know you can cook and bake, but chili is like a specialty. Either you can make it or you can’t.” “I can make it, but it sounds like I may need some advice from Anna. I was planning on calling her next to give her an earful.” Millie laughed. “Good luck with that, and keep me posted on the Cantrell men. I want all the details.”

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“There won’t be any. Men are off limits, I’m here to find myself.” “A sexual fling could be just the right medicine.” “How do you figure?” “Maybe all you need is a good orgasm. You have never had one, so that’s a start.” Stacy gasped at Millie’s brazen comment. “I’ve had a good orgasm before,” Stacy replied. “Dildos do not give a woman a really good orgasm, honey,” Millie stated. “Good-bye, Millie!” Stacy replied, absolutely shocked at Millie’s statement, and then she disconnected the call. Her second call was to Anna as she reprimanded her, thanked her then begged Anna for advice to enhance Stacy’s chili recipe. **** “These are a lot of decisions to make in one night. I agree that Gutry has to go. He’s costing us money and ruining our reputation,” Charlie complained as he shook his head and covered a yawn. “You’re telling me. He isn’t going to take this lightly,” Ben replied. “That’s why Max and I are going to handle it. As the law in town and part owners of the Triple C, it is our obligation and right. Plus, he may be less likely to lash out at us,” Wyatt suggested. Mumbles of agreement went through the room. “I swear I don’t know where we are going to find a good cook to replace Tex,” Eric stated. “There are plenty of people looking for work. Lots of women who might be good,” Ben suggested. “There might be someone we can ask,” Max added, and his brother and cousins looked at him. “There’s this young woman staying at Marie Lemorte’s place. She supposedly knows how to cook,” Max said.

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“You mean Stacy?” Eric asked as he and Max stared at one another. “Oh shit. Looks like a brothers’ quarrel is about to take place,” Charlie added with a chuckle. “You mean the sexy little thing with those big green eyes that was in the diner tonight?” Wyatt asked, and both Eric and Max stared at him with daggers in their eyes. Their cousins laughed. “She’s not the one favored to win against Betsy, is she?” Ben asked. “Oh shit, I heard about her before I got here tonight. The guys were saying how hot she was and what a sexy body she had on her. When they heard she could cook, they were calling dibs on her,” Wyatt announced. “What?” both Eric and Max asked in unison as they rose from their seats. Their cousins started laughing. “You both met the same woman and both are interested in her?” Ben asked. “Well?” Max asked Eric. “Well what?” Eric replied. “How do you want to handle this? I mean she’s from New York, and she looked shocked to the core when she saw Melissa with Frank, Willie, and Paul.” “Let’s not jump the gun. Let’s see what happens, and if she can cook and is interested, we can give her a whirl with lunch and dinner then take it from there.” “A whirl, huh? Just be sure you two take your time. You both have made the decision to share one woman and settle down with her. Maybe this Stacy is the one,” Charlie stated. Eric and Max looked at one another and released heavy sighs. “We don’t even know her,” Eric stated. “She’s real sweet. Kinda shy, too. I liked that about her,” Max added then cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that he just admitted that in a room filled with guys.

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“Aww…Ain’t that nice. She a sweet little thang, and the two of ya both want her. Should be interesting to see how this pans out,” Ben stated, teasing them. “Don’t forget about the competition. If we’ve already heard about the new beauty in town and the reaction from other men, then you two should stake your claim fast. I ain’t seen her yet, but I may just have to take a look myself. If ya ain’t interested,” Charlie stated then tried to hide his chuckle as both Max and Eric grunted. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I need a drink,” Wyatt said then walked over to the bar and began filling five shot glasses with whiskey.

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Chapter 4 It was a big difference getting up at five o’clock in the morning compared to six. Stacy had always been an early riser, but for some reason, she was both mentally and physically exhausted. Her bed was really comfortable as well, so that added to the lounging around she did. It wasn’t like she was responsible for any farm chores, but she just felt like she shouldn’t be lounging around all day. This was a new beginning. The sounds of the roosters in the morning and the bright sunlight were so different. In fact, Marie had said she needed more secretarial work to organize the camper’s paperwork and make sure everything was in order before the camp started in two weeks. That, Stacy could definitely do. She took a quick shower and threw on a pair of blue jeans and a short-sleeve shirt. It was soft and from a designer in New York she loved. It was a V-neck that dipped a little low for her, but she thought it didn’t reveal much cleavage, so it would be fine to wear. After Millie’s comments last night, she didn’t want to look like she was advertising. She ate some toast with jelly, had a quick cup of coffee, and admired her little back porch. When she went into town today, she would buy some painting supplies and maybe rent a power washer if Marie didn’t have one. Then she would fix the broken shingles on the roof and paint the cottage. She wanted to work from the outside in. That way she could take advantage of the milder weather this week. She spent a few hours in Marie’s office organizing a mess of papers and disposing of garbage left around the room. It was disgusting, and she was rather surprised since Marie’s house was

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immaculate. Of course she was reamed out by Marie for organizing her clutter. “Why don’t you go into town and get the supplies you need for the cottage? My power washer is at the hardware store. It should be ready, and I have an account there. Tell Lewis to bill me for it,” Marie told Stacy. Twenty minutes later, Stacy had a shopping cart filled with painting supplies and other materials to fix the cottage and had made friends with the young woman, Lisa, who worked behind the counter. “I’ll need some help getting that power washer into Marie’s pickup truck,” Stacy said to Lisa as she paid her bill. “No problem, I’ll get Lewis to help you. He’s in the storage room,” Lisa said as she walked toward the back of the store. Stacy thought that everyone in town was really friendly. It was a nice change from the city streets of New York. As she walked outside to place her bags in the truck, she absorbed the floral smell from all the planters surrounding the hardware store then the numerous other planters that lined the streets of Pearl. It was a gorgeous town, like something out of a fantasy. “Hey, darling, you need some help with them bags?” someone asked, and when she turned around, she saw some man she didn’t recognize. He looked dirty and scruffy, and her gut instincts kicked in, telling her to be careful. “No, thank you. I’m fine,” she replied, and he scowled at her before taking an aggressive step closer to her. Instinctively she clutched the bags tighter and stepped away. “You’re the new girl staying with Lemorte, aren’t ya? I bet you’re just shy not knowing anyone in town. Why don’t you come for a ride with me, and I can give ya a real nice welcoming sugar,” he stated then reached for her. Automatically Stacy turned to run and smacked into what felt like a solid wall of steel. As she gasped in shock, an arm of muscle went around her waist. The man lifted her then deposited

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her behind him. All she saw was a dark-brown uniform shirt, and she realized that it was the deputy. “Are you bothering this woman, Gutry?” Deputy Cantrell asked, and Stacy tried to peek around his large frame to see Gutry’s reaction. As she moved to the side, she felt another set of hands land on her waist, and she froze in place. She was really scared now and didn’t know who the third person could be. “It’s okay, honey, my brother will handle this. Don’t be afraid,” he whispered next to her ear. She sensed the large presence behind her and felt the heat of his body against her back. She was wedged between two very sexy men, and boy, did her body know it. She tried to focus on the banter going on between the guy named Gutry and the deputy, but Eric had yet to release her hips and Max still held a hand against her right thigh. For the life of her, she couldn’t believe how turned on she was, being touched by both brothers at once. It was shocking and scared her almost as much as Gutry. “I was just introducing myself to the new girl in town, and she was just about ready to go for a ride with me.” Stacy was shocked and outraged. “I was not!” she exclaimed as she attempted to get around Max. Eric held her firmly, and Max pressed against her thigh then looked over his shoulder at her. One look into those dark brown eyes and she froze in place. Suddenly she felt real uncomfortable. This wasn’t good at all. “You heard her. She ain’t interested so move along,” Max stated firmly. “I didn’t hear her say that. I think you two are scaring her,” Gutry responded, sounding cocky and not the least bit intimidated by the deputy. “Come on over here to me, honey. You don’t want to mess with these two. They like to share women and have their way with them. You’ll only need me in your bed.”

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Max stepped forward, but Stacy beat him to it. She shifted under Eric’s hands and stepped aside. “Just leave me alone!” Stacy yelled. She felt herself shaking as the fear and reminder of what happened back in New York entered her mind. Why couldn’t men just leave her alone? “Get the hell out of here, Gutry. Keep away from this woman or you’ll be dealing with us,” Max yelled as Gutry placed his hands palms up in the air and back stepped out of there. Stacy remained next to the truck trying to control her breathing. Between the confrontation with that creep Gutry and the sexual attraction she felt being sandwiched between the two brothers, she felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. “You okay, honey?” someone asked as Stacy kept her head down and her hands on her thighs as she tried to relax. A panic attack seemed to be looming, and she prayed she didn’t get one right now. She felt the gentle touch of fingers against her cheek then pushing strands of hair behind her ear. “I think she’s having a panic attack,” one stated. “Just breathe, darling. That guy won’t bother you again.” Then the other one spoke. She thought it was Max who added that statement. She felt so embarrassed but also grateful and annoyed. Why did these things keep happening to her? Why were there always men around who felt they could harass her? “I’m okay. Please just leave me alone. I don’t want any trouble,” she whispered as the dizziness lessened. Now she was trying to deal with the warm, tingly feeling invading her body from the gentle touch of masculine hands caressing her. She slowly began to stand when Eric took a hold of her elbow. “Take it nice and slow. Don’t move too fast.” She took a deep breath then opened her eyes, locking gazes with a hunk. Her stomach tightened, and her insides did some sort of flipflop thing she was not the least bit familiar with. Trying to ignore his beauty, she turned away only to lock gazes with his almost identical

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twin brother. The gold star on his brown uniform shirt, the holster on sexy hips, and a flat stomach all led to a solid muscular chest, a tan, thick neck, and a face that knocked the breath from her. It appeared they realized what effect their good looks had on her as Max raised his eyebrows at her and Eric placed his hands on his hips, looking amused. She needed to think fast and get the heck out of here. “Hey, Stacy, Lewis is bringing the machine around. He’ll get the power washer in your truck for you. Hi Deputy, hi Eric,” Lisa chimed in, breaking up the awkward moment. Stacy began to walk back toward the store when she felt a hand grab her hand to stop her. She whirled around, pulling her hand from Eric’s grasp. “Don’t touch me. I’m fine and I don’t need your help.” She saw their puzzled expressions then the two of them standing side by side looking down at her. That’s when the reality of their height hit her hard. Boy, were they something else. Quickly she headed up the steps to the store and met Lisa at the doorway. “I’ll take that. Thank you for everything.” “No problem, honey. I hope you have help to unload that stuff,” Lisa suggested. “I can handle it. Thanks again,” Stacy replied then met Lewis at the back of the truck. Eric helped him lift the power washer into the bed of the truck. “Was that Gutry I saw out there bothering Stacy?” Lewis asked. Eric nodded, and he looked really angry. What did he have to be angry about? She was the one being harassed. “You make sure you stay clear of that man, Stacy. Especially if he’s been drinking. He ain’t nothing but trouble,” Lewis stated. The man was almost as tall as Eric. Stacy went to lift the tailgate up so she could get the heck out of there when Eric did it for her. Their hips touched, and she jumped to the side, right into Max.

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“Excuse me,” she stated then tried to move around him. He was so big, and the scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils. She felt that tingling sensation again and knew she was sexually attracted to him. She was to both brothers. What woman in her right mind, seeing two cowboys as sexy and good looking as the Cantrell brothers wouldn’t be turned on? Her pussy actually ached. What the hell? Then she thought about her vibrator and Millie’s comment about orgasms. Shit. She didn’t need this. “You have help back at the farm?” Lewis asked her as he stood on the opposite side of her. She needed to get away from the deputy. “I’ll be fine, Lewis, and thank you so much for your help. It was nice meeting you and I’m sure I will see you again real soon,” she replied. “Anything you need, honey, you just come see me and I’ll take care of you,” Lewis stated then winked. She smiled, but then she saw both Max and Eric’s facial expressions. They looked downright angry. Quickly she ran around the side of the truck, waving to Lewis as she said good-bye. The men moved out of the way, and she got the heck out of there. **** “She’s a jumpy little thang, ain’t she?” Lewis stated as they watched Stacy leave the parking lot. “She sure is,” Max added. “And hot, too, with that red hair and those big green eyes. Man, she’s a looker, huh?” Lewis asked. Eric and Max nearly snarled at him. “She sure is. Maybe I should go help her unload that stuff at Marie’s?” Eric stated toward Max. “You have to get those fences mended. I’ll take a ride by. I need to check up with Ron anyway. He said he’s missing some things from his shed.”

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Lewis waved good-bye and headed back inside. “So what do you think?” Eric asked Max. “The poor girl was scared. It took everything I had not to rip Gutry’s head off for bothering her,” Max answered. “I know what you mean. I felt the same way. I’m just glad we were over here when we were. He was going to try and make her get into his truck,” Eric stated, sounding outraged. “Asshole. He better stay away from her.” “She’s real pretty, ain’t she?” Eric asked his brother. “Those eyes of hers are stunning, but I was real concerned over her reaction to the situation. What did you think?” Max asked. “There was definitely something there. I know she felt an attraction to us. She was shaking like a leaf, and man, did I want to hold her in my arms and feel that body against me. She is built perfectly.” “Yeah, I know what you mean. The way she felt leaning against my back while I was trying to get Gutry to retreat and leave her alone. It was hard to stay focused.” “My dick is still fucking hard just thinking about it,” Eric replied then chuckled. “The way she took off, I think she’s going to be hard to get close to. It may take some time.” “Oh, I want to get close to her. I want to learn everything there is about her. Hey, I thought you were going to ask her about cooking?” “We got sidetracked, remember? I’ll take care of it when I stop by Marie’s.” “Okay. I’ll see you tonight.” Max watched Eric leave, and then he looked around the town streets. He clenched his teeth when he saw Gutry standing on the corner watching him. Max returned the look just as Wyatt pulled up in the sheriff’s truck. Max would let Wyatt know what went down and make sure he kept an eye on Stacy when she was in town. He didn’t like Gutry at all.

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**** Stacy pulled up to the cottage still feeling shaky after the incident in town. She wasn’t sure which situation made her more nervous, the two Cantrell brothers or the creepy Gutry guy. As she got out of the truck, she began to grab the bags first and load them onto the front deck of the cottage. Just as she headed toward the back of the pickup truck, she noticed the sheriff’s patrol truck pull up the dirt driveway. Damn, she hoped he was going to see Marie about something. Oh crap! She hoped he wasn’t going to tell Marie about the incident in town. The older woman would never let Stacy out of her sight. She suddenly felt herself getting angry. How dare he treat her like some child. She was a grown woman, and she would have handled Gutry. The closer Max drove up the driveway in the patrol car that led to her cottage, the faster her heart pounded in her chest, and damn it to hell, she was feeling that quivering from her belly to her damn pussy. How easily this guy and his brother set her body on fire was disturbing to her. She cleared her throat and gripped the top of the tailgate. She was like some naive city girl who couldn’t handle the sight of a few sexy real-life cowboys, boots and all. She just kept reminding herself about the men at Mercer and other businessmen she met in the year she worked there. These guys weren’t any different. Oh hell, who am I kidding? She swallowed hard and tried to ignore the deputy as his vehicle turned right instead of going straight to Marie’s place. He parked the vehicle, and she pulled down the tailgate to the pickup truck. **** “I hope you don’t think y’all are going to pull that piece of machinery down all by yourself,” Max stated with attitude as he approached the truck.

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He watched as Stacy crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to appear annoyed at him for showing up at her place. But damn, did she look adorable. He wondered if she knew that she pouted. “What are you doing here?” she countered. He raised his eyebrow in question to her tone, and she lowered her eyes a moment but quickly recovered as she exhaled in annoyance and reached for one side of the power washer. He quickly rushed to her side. “Let me help you with that.” They both grabbed a side, and he was surprised at how strong she was. Then he wondered if her anger was feeding that strength. They placed the machine down on the ground, and as Stacy bent, he got a nice view of her cleavage from the V-neck in her T-shirt. She apparently caught his eyes’ direction because she crossed her arms in front of her chest and took a few steps away. “Thank you for the help, deputy. You can leave now.” He chuckled at her tough attitude. The woman had a chip on her shoulder. “Listen, I’m not trying to cause you any trouble. I just stopped by to help you get the power washer out of your truck.” “Isn’t that above and beyond the call of duty, deputy?” she countered, staring at him as if she could read his mind or were trying to find a hidden meaning about coming to her aid. “It’s the kind of man I am, ma’am, and I was trying to be neighborly.” Man, this woman was proving the stereotype that redheads had fierce tempers. She thought about his statement a moment, and she undid her arms, giving him a better view of her abundant breasts. Even though they were covered, he could tell she was built.

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“I appreciate your help. Both in town and here, but I really just want to get things started on the cottage. As you can see, I have a lot of work to do.” He walked closer to the cottage, following her to the front porch and the door leading to her home. “Whatcha planning on fixing first?” he asked, leaning his hands on his holster and his belt. She released another annoyed sigh, and he had to hide his grin. He found her irresistibly charming and unlike any other woman he’d ever met. Women basically threw themselves at Cantrell men, but this one wanted nothing to do with him or his brother. He liked that about her. “I’m planning on power washing the house, then fixing some of the shingles and gutter before I repaint the whole place.” He swung his head back at her in shock. “Reshingling and fixing the gutters? You’re not planning on climbing up there on a ladder and doing this all by yourself?” He allowed his upset to show, which truly wasn’t like him, but damn, if he was going to stand by and let his woman take a chance like that. “You could break your neck.” “Only if I fall off the ladder,” she replied sarcastically. Only a second ago, she looked like she had daggers in her eyes when he questioned her capabilities of doing such work herself. She stomped up the steps and opened the front screen door as she carried some of the bags inside. He couldn’t believe she walked away from him like that. The woman showed no respect. Not even an ounce for the uniform at least. He blew out a long breath then decided to open himself up for more punishment. The sight of her ass wiggling up the steps as she carried items into the house was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed the box and two last bags then entered the house behind her. “I don’t like the idea of you doing this work by yourself. Never mind climbing up on a ladder and prancing around the roof.”

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She swung around, obviously surprised that he followed her into her house but also that he reprimanded her. “Listen, deputy, I don’t really care what you think. This is above and beyond the ‘call of duty,’ and I’m a big girl and can handle it myself. So if you don’t mind, why don’t you go back out to your patrol truck and head back into town.” She glanced at her watch and added, “It’s probably just about time for a donut or something, isn’t it?” He nearly lost his control at her statement but reined it in. He took a slow step toward her, eyeing her from her cute little white sneakers, up her long, sexy thighs to her breasts, then her gorgeous green eyes. “Do I look like I eat donuts, darlin’?” She glared at him as her eyes looked him over. His cock grew harder at her stare. He smiled, and she blushed, giving away her mutual attraction to him. “I’m going to forget that you said that, Stacy. I’m also going to be sure to stop in and check on you.” Her eyes widened, and then she actually stomped her foot. It was getting difficult to not sweep her into his arms and kiss her breathless. Those red, plump lips glistened with some sort of lip gloss, not lipstick, and they were tempting him. “That won’t be necessary. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do.” Max winked at her then gave her one of his debonair smiles that always made the ladies melt. To his surprise, Stacy scowled at him then followed him as he exited her home. “I’ll be seeing you around, Stacy.” “You all want to stay for lunch, Deputy Cantrell?” Both Max and Stacy turned around to see Marie and Ron walking toward them. “No, he has to get going. He has a whole town to patrol,” Stacy stated sarcastically.

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“You all trying to impress New York here or somethin’, Max? He has time for lunch. Come on over to the house,” Marie stated firmly. Max chuckled at the look of pure frustration across Stacy’s face. This was going to be fun. If only Eric were here, then they could double-team her and she wouldn’t know what hit her. The thought aroused him more than he expected. “It’s good that Max is here. Maybe he can come on over with his brother Eric tomorrow and help you out on the roof work. You’re off tomorrow, right, Max?” she asked as they all walked in unison toward the main house. One look over his shoulder at Stacy’s shocked expression and he realized he may not need Eric to double-team Stacy with teasing when he had Marie Lemorte. **** Stacy listened to the conversation between Ron and Max. It appeared that someone had stolen some tools out of Ron’s shed. Max wasn’t certain who the culprit could be but promised to patrol nearby in the evenings. Knowing that the deputy would be prowling around at night in the near vicinity of her cottage made her nervous. She thought about that while she made the grilled-cheese-and-bacon sandwiches Marie insisted she cook for Max and Ron. “This is great that you know how to cook, Stacy. Marie’s not that great in the kitchen,” Ron remarked then ducked as Marie threw a dish towel at his head. Max and Stacy chuckled. “Not one word out of you, New York, ya hear.” Marie pointed at Stacy, and Stacy pretended there was an invisible zipper in front of her mouth and closed it. Max and Ron laughed. “You hear we all are losing our cook at the Triple C?” Max stated. “Y’all mean Tex is finally heading up to Wyoming?” Marie replied.

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“Afraid so. I mean I’m happy for him, and I know he really misses his daughter and wants to see the grandchildren. But now we have no cook.” “There’s got to be someone looking for work. What type of hours y’all need?” Ron asked. “Ah, we were just looking for lunch and dinner to start, but if it works out then breakfast, too.” Stacy cringed, hoping that this conversation would not go in the direction it appeared it was going in. “I hear you’re a great cook, Stacy. Maybe you would be interested in working at the Triple C?” Max asked. “Oh, that would be great,” Marie replied. Stacy turned around just as she placed the last pieces of bacon on the sandwiches. She calmly turned off the stove and begged her mind to find an excuse. There was no way she could be around those men. “I can’t. I’m sorry, but I’ll be working with Marie and the campers.” “Oh, nonsense. You just about got all the paperwork done this morning. It’s just the first day that I’ll need her, and then she’s all yours. The camp doesn’t start for another two weeks, so she can help you out when Tex leaves. When is he leaving?” Marie asked, and Stacy stood there with her mouth open in shock. Marie was basically dictating her life. This had to stop. “Don’t I have a say in this?” Stacy asked. “It will be good for you. Millie and Anna said to make sure you engaged in activities that you truly loved so that your mind would be taken off of—” “That’s enough! That is my business, and they don’t need to know about it.” She waved her hand toward Ron and Max. Max’s eyebrows crinkled, and he looked at her. “Get over what about, New York?” Max asked.

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“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Listen, I will think about the cooking job. I don’t need you or your brother’s help tomorrow, so don’t show up. Let’s just eat lunch because I am hours behind now.” “Hey, Max, do you think that Gutry had something to do with my missing tools?” Ron asked, and Stacy nearly dropped her glass at the mere mention of Gutry’s name. She swallowed hard and stared at her plate until she felt the warm, masculine fingers touch her hand and hold it. She looked up into Max’s concerned eyes, and she nibbled her bottom lip. Damn, he looked so possessive and in control. “I’m not sure, Ron, but my cousin and I will be keeping an eye on Gutry and especially after today and the situation with Stacy at the hardware store. She tried to pull her hand away from Max’s, but he held it firm. “Please don’t—” “What happened? Did he try something with Stacy?” Marie asked, looking angry. Max began to explain what happened. The whole time he held her hand and squeezed it as she tensed with every detail. It brought back memories of the assault in her office and the circumstances that led her here to Texas. Truth of the matter was that she found herself leaning closer to Max and absorbing his strength. She’d never had a man to lean on or count on, and she’d never wanted one either. But somehow, with Max sitting beside her and being insistent on spending time with her, she thought about what it would be like. “Do you think he’ll bother her again?” Marie asked then covered Stacy’s free hand with her own. She held her gaze, and Stacy knew that Millie had given Marie every detail about her boss stalking her and assaulting her. She silently begged Marie to not speak a word of it to Max or Ron. “I’m fine, Max. You and Eric were there, and it was fine really. There’s no need to get Marie all worked up. You do know she’s really

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ill, don’t you?” Stacy teased, trying to lighten up the lunch atmosphere. “Sick?” both Ron and Max asked, but Stacy thought that Ron seemed way more concerned than Max. Interesting. Max finally released Stacy’s hand and listened to Marie explain Stacy’s statement. Ron looked relieved, and Stacy finally had some space between her and the deputy. Before long, they were eating lunch and discussing the details about the camp. **** Stacy was relieved that the deputy finally left and she could power wash the house. As she worked to lift the chipped paint and old worn-out color from the cottage walls, she thought about the farm and how life in Texas would be. This was great for now and offered her time to recover emotionally from losing her job, but she couldn’t live in this cottage forever. Stacy wasn’t positive, but it seemed that Marie and Ron were more than just neighbors. He gave Marie his every bit of attention when she spoke. He touched her on the shoulder or against her waist whenever he thought no one was looking, and when Marie got upset, it seemed he got upset. She witnessed it again during lunch when that guy Gutry’s name came up. That had been another thing that unsettled Stacy. Why did she seem to attract men like Gutry? Then again, it seemed she was attracted to men like Max and Eric. Perhaps it was Max’s position of authority. Many women lost their sanity and good judgment in the presence of a hot-looking man in uniform. She could see herself throwing inhibition to the wind. Boy, did Max have a great body and hands. His hands felt so good on her. How the hell did he affect her so much? Just by holding her hand while he spoke about Gutry, he made her feel cared for and as if she

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weren’t alone in this. She thought about that as she worked on the last section of the house, the loud sound of the engine roaring on the diesel power-washer motor and the hard spray of the water shooting back, getting her shirt wet. She wondered instantly if anything would happen between her and Max. As soon as she thought it, she also thought about Eric. Son of a bitch! She was attracted to both of them. She wasn’t a slut. She was far from it. There had to be a logical explanation for this. She finished up the last part as she let the sprayer hit the corner of the house. Distracted with her own thoughts, she lost focus with what she was doing and wondered if subconsciously the idea of having both of them was placed in her head from the phone conversation with Millie. Never mind meeting Melissa and her husbands. Stacy swallowed hard. She couldn’t even imagine one woman having to satisfy and handle multiple husbands. There had to be problems with a relationship like that. There had to be times of jealousy, inadequacy, and plain exhaustion. But what did she know? She’d never even had a relationship with a man. In her eyes and in her life thus far, men could not be trusted. But still, the fact that the town of Pearl had so many of these types of relationships intrigued her. Then she remembered the paperwork for the campers. Some had multiple parent representatives on them. Stacy had wondered what that was all about but didn’t put it together until now. There were more people out there in Pearl living this kind of lifestyle. She shook her head. It just wasn’t something she was used to. Again she thought about Max and Eric. One of them would be too much to handle, but two? Yikes. Instantly Barry Weiner popped into her head. She remembered the threatening calls where he insisted that she see no other men than him. A worrisome feeling upset her stomach instantly. Then she tried to ignore it and minimize the fear she felt. He wasn’t in Texas, and she wasn’t going back to New York. Barry wasn’t specific enough in his threats, but she got the message even if the cops didn’t want to. Sure, he muffled his voice with some sort of device that the police couldn’t

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identify through. And there were no fingerprints left on the packages he sent her. Not on the lingerie, the sex toys, or pictures he sent her. He had followed her everywhere or had someone following her. There were pictures of her in the supermarket, at the gym working out, then ones of her at a party where she was talking to a nice guy she met and thought about going on a date with. Immediately the next morning, those pictures were delivered to her apartment with a warning. The thought caused that feeling of anxiety to creep into her belly again. But the worst were the pictures of her with Millie and Anna and of course the items that were left inside of her apartment. Barry was letting her know that he could get to her wherever she went. There was no place to hide. “You hit that spot any more, and you’ll be replacing siding.” Stacy whipped around at the sound of the male voice and struck Eric with a spray of water. It hit him hard in the chest for a few seconds, sending him ducking for cover before she realized what she was doing. “Oh my God!” she yelled as she switched off the sprayer and dropped the hose. When she looked at Eric, he was soaked from head to waist. She ran to him and froze directly in front of him. His facial expression looked serious and as if he were about to reprimand her as her mind spun out of control. She thought about what she was thinking of and how badly her heart hammered in her chest. She was breathing rapidly as she tried to console him. “I’m so sorry. I totally spaced out and I was lost in thought when I heard a strange voice. It was instinctive and I didn’t think.” She carried on as she looked at his face and the water dripped from his head, over his nose then mouth, and off his chin. She had soaked him thoroughly She locked gazes with his big brown eyes and waited for him to say something. When his face broke into a smile and two adorable dimples winked at her, she began to laugh. So did Eric as he shook his head, causing shots of water to hit her. She covered herself and crouched down just as he wrung his wet shirt over her neck and shoulders.

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“Eric!” she yelled as she stood up and attempted to step away from him. He caught her hand, and they locked gazes for a moment before they both laughed. **** Eric couldn’t believe it when he walked up to Stacy’s cottage and saw that she had power washed the entire thing. Then he watched her as she sprayed one side of the house, not moving but obviously lost in thought. Her facial expression changed from pleasant to that of fear. Whatever she was thinking about had upset her, and he couldn’t help but feel concerned. He also felt protective, and that was an instinct he wouldn’t ignore. If she was in some kind of trouble, then he would protect her and so would Max. “I am really sorry,” she stated one more time then began to walk toward the machine as if there were nothing more she could do or say about it. He wasn’t going to let her off that easily. “How about a towel or something?” he asked, and he pulled his shirt off and began wringing out the material. When he looked up he locked gazes with a very stunned and adorable-looking Stacy and she obviously liked what she saw. He was shocked at how relieved he felt. It was a first for him. He knew he had a good body. It was the kind of body that men who did hard labor work like him wound up with. Women drooled over it, but for some strange reason, that confidence and cockiness he had with other women wasn’t present with Stacy. He actually was concerned that she may not like him or find him attractive. “Um…let me just run inside and get you something to cover up.” She sounded as if she stuttered, and he found that to be appealing as well. He winked at her then followed her toward the cottage’s front door.

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He stood on the front porch, not wanting to get water on her rug. He could tell as he peeked through the screen door that she was going to redo the rooms as well. There were series of color-sample strips lining every wall and the hallway, too. She reappeared a few seconds later holding a thick burgundy towel against her chest as if it were a security blanket. “Thank you,” he told her as she swallowed hard and tried not to look at his chest, but it was nearly at her eye level. He began to dry off as he watched her lean against the post on the porch and look out toward the pasture. “What were you thinking about when I showed up?” he asked. She turned to him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, then quickly recovered. “I guess I was just daydreaming, that’s all.” He wanted to tread carefully. He was going on pure gut instincts here, and he didn’t want to scare her or piss her off. Max had already told him what happened earlier today and about the donut comment. “I don’t want to intrude or anything, but you looked kind of scared.” She shot him a look of surprise. He was right. “Then don’t intrude, Eric. Leave the towel on the chair when you’re done,” she stated and walked off the porch before he could get another word in. “Whew-wee.” That girl had a temper on her. He watched her and that perfectly round ass of hers until she disappeared around the house. He walked around the side of the house and saw her sweeping up the debris from the area she power washed. “So when are you going to start working at the Triple C?” he inquired. She stopped sweeping for a second, looked at him, and then went back to sweeping. He never saw a woman look so damn sexy in a pair of worn-out jeans with holes in them. Something told him that she would look sexy in just about anything, although he would prefer

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to see her in nothing at all. Boy, would he take his time exploring every inch of her body. “I already told Max that I wasn’t interested.” She interrupted his thoughts, and he felt his cheeks warm. If she only knew what he was thinking about her. “That’s not what I heard. Marie said you would be available and that she only needed your assistance for the first day of camp.” “We’ll see,” she stated as she finished up then looked around the yard. It was getting dark, and he didn’t want her wandering around outside on her own. She was a city girl and didn’t know about the potential dangers. Never mind what Max and Ron had said about Gutry. “Let me help you clean up. It’s getting dark out, and you’ll want to be inside,” he stated as he stood next to her. “So it’s getting dark, what’s the big deal?’ she challenged him, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. “You don’t want to be wondering around in the dark when there are wild animals hunting for prey,” he whispered next to her ear. She glanced around them, trying to see as far as she could see now that there was little light. In just about another five minutes or so, it would be pitch black. “There are poisonous snakes and barn rats,” he added, and she turned toward him. Without even realizing it, she was pressed against his body and both their hands held the broom. He reached down and caressed her cheek, letting his thumb slide along those sexy, soft lips of hers. “Let’s finish up, darling. I’ll keep you safe,” he whispered, and he nearly came in his pants when she batted her eyelashes and held his gaze. “Snakes, huh? I don’t like snakes,” she whispered, and he was drawn to her lips and the sound of her seductive tone. How would those lips feel wrapped around his cock? He shifted his stance, and she pulled herself closer to him.

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“Let’s finish up, honey,” he told her as he tapped her hip and held his hand against her jean-covered hip bone. Stacy immediately finished up, and they walked together back to the cottage. “Thank you for your help. It really wasn’t necessary, and I’m sorry for spraying you.” “Why don’t you make it up to me and invite me in for dinner?” She placed her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “I don’t think so, buddy. Maybe those cute dimples and sexy body get into women’s pants in a snap, but it takes more than that to bed me. Good night!” she exclaimed in a huff and tried to turn away from him. He caught her hand, and she stopped but wouldn’t turn toward him. “I’m sorry it came out that way. I was teasing you and I wasn’t trying to ‘bed’ you,” he told her then chuckled. It was a mental workout just talking with the woman. “Fine. Whatever,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at him. “I can’t leave with you upset like this. I really didn’t mean anything dishonorable by my comment.” He couldn’t believe that he was groveling for forgiveness from a flirty comment. “I forgive you, now will you let go of my hand and leave?” “On one condition,” he stated, and she let out an annoyed breath. “You don’t climb that ladder and go up on the roof on your own tomorrow.” “What? No, I’m not listening to you. I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. She held his forearms, but she didn’t scream for release. Maybe he was making progress. “You’re going to listen to me, Stacy. I don’t want anything to happen to you. If I find out that you climbed that ladder and didn’t wait for me or Max to get over here, I swear I’m going to tan this pretty little ass of yours.” He lightly tapped her rear, and she stirred

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against him. He held her gaze and gave her one of his looks that meant business. Let’s see what the little tough girl thinks about this. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that if I climb a ladder to fix my roof and gutter tomorrow and not wait for you and Max, then you’re going to spank me?” He nodded and squeezed her a little tighter. “There’s no need for you to take any unnecessary chances. I don’t want to see you get hurt, Stacy. You’re perfect, and we want to keep you this way,” he whispered, and she stared at him as if he were crazy. “I think you should let me go. You’re making me feel uncomfortable.” Stacy pushed against him as if she were frightened about Eric holding her. Her body tensed in his arms as if she were on guard. He slowly released her and took a few steps back and she was appeared grateful. “We’ll see you tomorrow then.” “I don’t need your help,” she stated abruptly, and Eric could hear the intensity of her tone. He raised his eyebrows, and she clenched her fists by her side. “I will not be ordered around. I don’t need your help or your brother’s help.” She turned around, walked into the house, and slammed the door shut. She was going to be a handful.

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Chapter 5 District Attorney’s Office, New York City “So, Detective Belogio, please tell me more about this Stacy Porter. I understand that you were the responding detective to a break in at her home after numerous threatening calls were made to her cell phone,” Investigator Sam Pellot asked. He had been investigating Barry Weiner for months now on allegations of sexual harassment, rape, and assault. The four women who were ready to press charges either turned up dead or dropped their charges. “Yeah, I was in charge of her case. I looked into it and came up with nothing.” Sam raised his eyebrows. “This woman receives numerous threatening phone calls, strange packages containing everything from lingerie to dildos, and then has someone break into her apartment and rearrange her place, and you don’t find any possible suspects, not even her boss who she claims is responsible?” “She was fired from the job and wanted someone easy to blame. The boss turned out to have an alibi, and he seemed like a straight-up fellow,” Detective Belogio replied sarcastically as he chewed his wad of gum and sat sideways in the chair. He acted like a typical wiseass except he also had a badge of authority. Sam thought the combination meant bad news. “If you did a thorough job investigating Miss Porter’s allegations, then you would have seen the other charges against Barry Weiner. Two of those charges were rape and assault and the other two sexual harassment.”

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“Those cases were dropped.” “Only because three of the women turned up dead. The other one knew those women and was in fear of her life, so she dropped the charges.” “If you had proof of that, Weiner would be in jail right now. You know what I think?” “What do you think, Detective Belogio?” Investigator Pellot asked. He had no idea what shit this guy was going to spew, but as soon as this meeting was over, he was going to investigate him as well. Maybe a call to internal affairs was in order. “Have you seen what this Porter chick looks like? She’s fucking hot and a body made for sin. She’s been trying to get a promotion for months. I think she did Weiner and he duffed out on the deal of promotion. Now she’s pissed and she wants revenge. The dude is loaded.” Investigator Pellot was shocked. He knew a lot of really great detectives, and this asshole didn’t belong in the same category as the rest of them. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm when all he wanted to do was rip Belogio a new one. “Where is Miss Porter now?” The detective looked at his fingernails then smirked. “I think she left town. I haven’t heard a word from her since the last package was sent to her two weeks ago.” “What was in that package?” “Oh, she got real creative in her game she’s playing. She put handcuffs, duct tape, and some off-the-wall porn DVD in there, too. I think there were even pictures of her with her two hot girlfriends.” Investigator Pellot couldn’t take it any longer. He’d had enough. “Whatever evidence you have in your possession, I want it. You did follow procedure and had it checked for fingerprints and logged in to the evidence storage room?” “I think I have it in a box. She was really reaching with that one.”

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Pellot lost it just as the door to his office opened and his partner came walking in. “I’ve had enough of this asshole. I already called his commander, and I have guys confiscating the evidence and anything else this piece of shit touched,” Investigator Morton declared as he pointed his finger at Belogio, indicating for him to follow him. “Hey what did I do?” Belogio asked as he got up out of the chair and began walking toward Investigator Morton. “Hopefully you didn’t just get another innocent victim murdered,” Pellot stated as he watched his partner escort the detective from the room. He immediately picked up the phone. “Yeah, I need to locate a Stacy Porter. This was her last known address.” **** Stacy climbed the ladder leading up to the roof. She had already replaced the broken gutter on one side of the house and now was finishing, fixing the shingles on the other side of the house. How dare Eric threaten her? She had learned how to do construction work as a teenager as she accompanied her father on numerous jobsites. She had to hide when the bosses came around, but in between, her father taught her a lot of good stuff. God, she hadn’t thought about him in years. Once mom left them and took off, her father had changed. He tried to mold Stacy into the woman he thought she should be. Brad Porter was a hard-ass, and it was sad how he let alcohol and gambling ruin his life. If he had stayed straight and listened to her when she tried to talk him about his alcohol problem and overdrinking, maybe he would still be here. She hammered away at the shingles, gripping the roof with one hand and using her boots as leverage. Her hip was pressed against the shingles in an awkward position because of the eave hanging above the widow.

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She reached for another sheet of shingle, feeling how difficult it was to carry up the shingles, remain balanced, then do the labor work. It had been years since she did it. Sitting behind a desk made her soft. She laughed at that possibility as she scooted closer to the windowsill and near a piece of shingle that was lifted up as if it were warped. It appeared as if something was wedged underneath it. She first tried to use her hands, which were covered in a pair of construction gloves. She pulled and yanked, but it wouldn’t come undone. Turning her hip, she adjusted her position to gain better leverage as she used the back of the hammer to try and pull the shingle off. “I thought I told you not to climb up on that roof.” She heard Eric’s voice and looked down to see him and Max staring at her from across the grass. They were a good ten yards or so away. She rolled her eyes then gave another yank on the shingle. In a matter of seconds, large black carpenter ants began flowing from the shingles. She screamed as they ran across her legs up and down the roof. Losing her footing she began to slide down the side of the house, nowhere near where the ladder was. In an instant she was hanging off the side of the house. She gripped the gutter with her gloved hands and stilled her body. It wasn’t that high, and she figured she could drop right into the bushes but instead Max and Eric were yelling orders at her. One glance over her shoulder and she knew she was in big trouble. **** Max and his brother ran as fast as they could to get to Stacy. Max’s heart was pounding in his chest as he reached her. He was scared out of his mind. “We’re right here, Stacy, just let go and I will catch you,” Max yelled to her. “No you won’t,” she replied, and he could see the fear on her face.

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“Yes, he will. He will catch you Stacy just let go of the gutter,” Eric ordered. She shook her head, denying their order. “Goddamn it, Stacy, if you don’t let go of that gutter, I’m going to tan your hide, woman!” Max yelled. Max watched as she lowered her head then looked over her shoulder at him. “Move out of the way and I’ll fall into the bushes.” “I will catch you. If you fall into the bushes, you’ll break your freaking neck. Trust me! I’ll catch you.” There was such fear and distrust in her eyes it killed him inside. The thought that she would rather land in the bushes and take her chances of breaking her neck instead of trusting in him pissed him off. He was going to get to the bottom of this stubbornness of hers. “Let the fuck go now!” Eric stated. “Okay.” “On two, baby. One…two.” She let go, and Max caught her and pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tight. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he held her against him. “I was so scared, honey. Thank God you’re okay,” he whispered as he caressed her hair. She began to pull away, but he wasn’t ready to release her. Especially with her breasts pressed up against his upper chest. His brother was behind her, caressing her hair and her back. When she looked at Max, he saw the fear in her eyes and shock. “You caught me,” she stated as if she really hadn’t believed that he would. “Of course. I told you I would, honey.” He shook his head then pressed his hand over her neck and under her hair to the back of her head. “Don’t you ever do that again,” he stated then leaned forward and pressed his lips over hers. He kissed her tenderly as his fear lessened as if holding her calmed him. When he felt her hands press

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over his shoulders then lean closer, kissing him in return, he felt triumphant. Slowly he released her soft lips, loving the taste of her in his mouth. Before she could give any sort of comment, Eric placed his hand against her cheek, causing her to turn toward him. “You scared the hell out me,” he whispered then leaned forward and kissed her just as deeply as Max had. Max relinquished his hold on her to his brother, giving Eric a chance to hold her and confirm that she was indeed safe. After thoroughly kissing her, Eric carried her toward the pickup truck and placed her on the tailgate. In this position and height, they were eye level with her. **** Stacy was shaking so hard the moment they released her. The events unfolded in her mind, and she wasn’t sure which part scared her more. Whether it was the fact that she fell off a roof and hung for her life, that Max and Eric actually caught her like Max said they would, or that both brothers just kissed her better than any man ever had. She felt some sort of connection to them. She hardly knew them, yet they felt so familiar. She couldn’t trust them though. They had to be after something, even if it was just sex. Her belly and her pussy warmed at the thought. Both men were so fucking sexy her eyes couldn’t stop looking at them. And she felt feminine and dainty in their arms. She had been in both of their arms and let both men kiss her passionately. There was nothing innocent about their attention. Nothing. Max stepped between her legs and caressed her thighs. Eric leaned against the truck, placing a hand on the bed of the truck right next to her right thigh. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?” Max asked, still caressing her thighs and then her arms and shoulders. The more his large, callused hands touched her, the more her body quivered and

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ached in sexual need. When had she become so horny? It hit her almost instantly after meeting both men. It was the afternoon she arrived and caught sight of the sexy, handsome cowboy appearing out of thin air and then again when she met the deputy with the most adorable dimples ever. Oh crap. She was attracted to both of them, and it appeared they felt the same way about her. “Stacy, honey, are you okay or are you hurt anywhere?” Max asked. “Maybe she’s in shock?’ Eric added then softly moved a stray hair away from her cheek. “In shock from hanging off the roof or from us kissing her?” Max teased. He continued to caress her thighs, which only made matters worse. The warm sensation from his palm caused imaginary streams of sexual desire to collide into her pussy. Her pussy wept, and her clit throbbed. How the hell was she going to walk, never mind work the rest of the day, in this condition? She never felt anything like this just from a man’s touch. As a matter of fact, the only time a man ever touched her, he left her feeling dirty and negative. She felt the tears fill her eyes. “Stop doing that. I’m fine. Thank you,” she whispered, and both men smiled, instantly stealing her heart away. She immediately pushed Max aside and jumped down off the tailgate. She really did have issues, and now was not a good time to entertain sexual fantasies with not one, but two men at once. That thought had her stomach clenching again. She closed her eyes as the severity of her inadequacies in life came barging into her mind. She needed to avoid her attraction and the feel of safety in their arms. It was Eric who grabbed a hold of her hand then wrapped his arms around her from behind. She froze in place the instant she felt his firm body wedged against her back. She felt his hard cock against her lower back and the seam of her ass cheeks. Too many erotic visions

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went through her mind. It had been years since she had sex. Something told her that sex with these two men could kill her. Then she stopped the thoughts. She couldn’t let this happen. There were too many unresolved situations in her life right now. “Where are you running off to?” he whispered against her hair on the top of her head. Damn, it felt so good to be held in his arms. She was practically lost in his embrace and much larger frame. Again, the realization of his size and his strength frightened her. She tried to pull away, but his arms were locked around her. She didn’t know him and couldn’t trust her own judgment. Even her gut instincts were all screwed up right now. “Please don’t restrain me like this,” she pleaded in a whisper keeping her eyes closed. She felt Eric tense then slowly release her before turning her toward him. He lifted her chin with long, thick fingertips, and she slowly opened her eyes as she wrapped her arms around herself in a protective stance. “Is that what you think, that either one of us would force ourselves on you?” She felt embarrassed as he said the words out loud. She took a few steps away in retreat from the possible fight she saw burning in Eric’s eyes. “I don’t want any trouble. I appreciate your help, but please just go. I can do this myself.” She saw Max tap Eric before he cleared his throat. “Why don’t we help you with the shingles and whatever got you hopping like spit in a hot skillet up there on the roof. That way the dangerous aspects of your renovations are dealt with?” Max stated. Before she could reply, he was walking past her, and Eric was alongside him. She watched as they began to grab the shingles and other things they felt they would need. There wasn’t much for her to do to stop them, so she grabbed her paint and supplies and headed to the opposite side of the house.

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**** “Why did you let her get away?” Eric asked as he followed Max over toward the house where the pile of new shingles were stacked and where Stacy nearly fell. His heart still hammered in his chest just thinking about what could have happened to her. “You saw her reaction to you holding her when she wanted to walk away. You heard her ask you not to restrain her. She was scared, Eric,” Max stated as he looked back toward the direction Stacy left in. Eric felt himself getting angry and concerned. “You think someone hurt her physically?” “It’s a possibility. Every time one of us gets close to her she tenses up.” “She wasn’t tense while I was kissing her.” “I think that was part of what got her upset. I think she’s not used to that type of attention.” “That type of attention? She’s gorgeous. She has to be used to men flirting with her.” “I don’t even want to think about other men flirting with her. But maybe she isn’t comfortable with it. Maybe she’s shy or had some sort of bad experience. I don’t know what it is, but my gut clenches every time I see that look of fear in her eyes. Did you see the look she gave me when I asked her to let go so I could catch her? She was terrified to trust me.” Eric ran his hand through his crew-cut hair and to the back of his neck as he clenched his teeth with concern. “Let’s take things slow with her. She’s going to have to learn to trust us.” “I don’t think that is going to be as easy as it sounds,” Max replied then began to climb the ladder as Eric passed material to him. ****

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Stacy came around the side of the house feeling upset and confused. She tore open her painting supplies and gathered everything she needed to begin painting the house. Thank God Ron let her borrow a sprayer, or this would be taking her all day. She started out with the rich navy-blue color. Then she would paint the window frames a bright white and add a fancy trim molding to every window. She’d already cut out the strips. Eric and Max would probably insist that one of them hang the wood molding. She cringed just thinking about how she slipped and nearly fell off the roof. That wasn’t cool at all. In fact, they may think she was a klutz or a troublemaker, considering this was the second time they came to her aid. Thinking about Gutry and what she had heard about the man, she supposed that it had been good that Eric and Max appeared when they had. She may not have been able to handle the situation. She thought about the way Max caught her and how it felt to be in such strong yet gentle arms. His embrace was comforting, not restricting, and she hadn’t felt exposed. It shocked her, leaving her guard down and room for not just Max to kiss her, but Eric as well. She inhaled then released a shaky breath. Boy, could those cowboys kiss. Her mouth never felt so thoroughly explored. She also never came from a kiss alone like she did when the men kissed her. Her damn panties were wet, and her clit actually throbbed. Was that normal? “Stacy?” She was caught off guard hearing her name, and as she turned to see who it was, Eric was reaching for the sprayer nozzle before she accidentally sprayed the bushes instead of the house. She was once again caught daydreaming, except this time it was about Eric and Max. She felt her cheeks warm, and she wondered if they could tell that she was thinking about them. “You sure do daydream a lot. I’m curious to know what is so amazing it occupies your mind to the point that you’re in another world?” Eric asked, still holding the nozzle with his hand covering hers.

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“Maybe she’s thinking about us,” Max whispered, appearing on her other side. He gently caressed her arm. Stacy felt like she was in a dream. Were these guys for real? It was so strange to have not one, but two men flirt with her and with the same intensity in their eyes. What was stranger was that she wasn’t running for her life. “Why did you call me? Is something wrong?” she asked, trying to avoid their persuasive tactics. She wouldn’t turn into some lovesick puppy going all goo-goo and gaga over two very sexy men with more assets than even an experienced woman could tackle in one fantasy. Yikes, I need to stop thinking these crazy sexual thoughts. “Marie called my cell phone. She said Millie is trying to get in touch with you. She got worried when you didn’t answer your phone,” Max stated, and she quickly handed over the sprayer to Eric. “I’ll be right back.” She headed into the house. Stacy walked into the cottage, glad to get some breathing room but now concerned that Mille was trying to contact her. She quickly dialed Millie’s cell number. “Where have you been?” Millie asked. “Hello to you, too.” “I’m sorry. Hello. I was worried, especially after some investigator showed up from the District Attorney’s office.” “What? Why? What did you get involved in, or was it that asshole Stewart?” Stacy asked. “Not my asshole, your asshole. Apparently your boss has been messing around with women for years. There have been numerous sexual harassment suits against him.” “What? Who told you that, the investigator from the District Attorney’s office?” “Yes, and apparently that moron who was working your case was not on the up and up.” “No shit. That jerk thought I was to blame.” “Yeah, well, this investigator is very serious. He wants to talk to you.”

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“Why does an investigator from the DA’s office want to talk to me? That detective who is working my case never mentioned anything about a DA. You didn’t give him my number or tell him where I am living?” Stacy asked, filled with concern. “No. I took his number so that you can call him. You are going to call him, right, Stacy?” “I’m not sure really. I don’t want any more trouble. It’s bad enough the jerk sent me that crazy stuff in the box. That was creepy and sick.” “That’s exactly why you need to call the investigator, Stacy. His name is Sam Pellot. Apparently you’re not the first woman your boss has harassed. Please call him and he will explain everything.” Stacy wrote down the name and number. “Let me know what he says, Stacy. I’m really worried about you.” “Don’t be worried about me. I survived his attack, didn’t I? That’s what’s most important.” **** Max didn’t want to eavesdrop on Stacy’s phone call, but she probably didn’t realize that he could hear her talking through the window in the living room. He was working on hanging the trim molding on the windows. When was she attacked? Who attacked her, and why would an investigator from the District Attorney’s office be trying to contact Stacy? Also, what package was she referring to? His investigative mind had a million questions. If Stacy was in some kind of trouble, he and Eric wanted to know what it was and how to help her. She had a short fuse and seemed to be on edge in any intense situation. It could be some sort of post-traumatic stress related to the attack, depending on the severity. She didn’t trust him to catch her even after he gave his word and stood directly below her. However she did react positively to their kiss and even when Eric kissed her. Max struggled with the decision of asking her about the call he

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overheard or waiting things out. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, and he didn’t want to be accused of not minding his own business. However, he wanted to know everything there was to learn about Stacy. This situation could be serious. The DA in any town or county didn’t get involved in just minor cases. This had to be big. He heard the storm door slam closed as he walked toward the front of the cottage and saw Stacy heading toward Eric. He didn’t want to come off as possessive, but he was knocked off his boots just from kissing Stacy. She really packed a punch, and he was interested in tasting some more of what she had to offer. Confronting her about the phone call could land him in a heap of trouble. He was just as surprised as Stacy when he turned the corner and saw that Eric had painted the entire side of the house. “What do you think?” Eric asked her. Stacy stared at the color on the house for a few moments. It was a drastic change to the beat-up, dirty color that had been on the house before. The paint job made the house look brand new and entirely different. Stacy smiled, and it was the most beautiful sight Max had ever seen. “It’s gorgeous. I love it. What do you two think of it?” she asked them, and he was touched that she even cared to ask. “I would never have thought to use this color on a house, Stacy. It looks fantastic. Then when you add the bright white trim and that special woodwork you cut out, it’s going to look amazing,” Eric told her as he smiled. “It will look like a completely new place and no one will even remember the old way the cottage looked. You brought it back to life,” Max added moving closer. He saw the tears in her eyes as she stared at the side of the house. “I like that, Max. I like thinking of it as bringing the old house back to life. Do you think we can finish it today?” she asked. “If you stop standing around and start pitching in,” Eric teased, and she gave him a playful punch in the arm. Max laughed as Stacy

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tried to run off before Eric snagged her around the waist. She was too slow as Eric pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the mouth, then turned her around, tapping her on her ass before sending her on her way. When Stacy looked toward him, with her eyes wide open in shock at his actions. Eric raised his eyebrows in challenge, and she hurried away. “Pretty slick move, bro,” Max teased. Eric chuckled. “I can’t seem to get enough of those lips of hers.” Eric stood there watching Stacy practically jog out of sight as he touched his finger to his lips. Max had an uneasy felling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to know what potential danger Stacy was in. Thinking about the way she reacted to Gutry and then had a near panic attack made him assume her fear had something to do with a man. He was surprised at the instant anger and jealousy he felt. Then he felt Eric poke him in the arm. “What’s up with you?” Eric asked. He debated about explaining things now to his brother or waiting until later. “What’s wrong?” Eric pushed. “I overheard Stacy talking to Millie on the phone.” “And?” “She mentioned the District Attorney’s office, an investigator trying to track her down, and about handling being attacked and something else about contents of a package. It was bits and pieces of the conversation, but I think she may be in some sort of trouble.” “Attacked? By who? So let’s go ask her. I want to know what’s going on and how serious it is.” Max stopped Eric from going after Stacy. “Wait. I don’t think we should ask her right now. I think it will scare her and piss her off. She sounded really concerned about whether or not Millie gave the investigator her location.” Eric rubbed his hand along his jaw.

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“I don’t like the sound of that.” “Neither do I, but we don’t have much of a choice. We don’t know her.” “Well let’s get to know her. Let’s get her to take Tex’s job as our cook. That way we can get to know her and keep an eye on her, too.” “Sounds good to me.” **** Max tried to adjust his stance as his cock pressed against the zipper of his crotch, begging for release. He held the ladder steady with one hand while he held Stacy’s thigh with his other hand. Her thigh felt toned and muscular beneath his fingertips, and every time she shifted to raise her arms to hammer in one of the fancy moldings, her breasts lifted. So did her tank top that revealed a firm-looking belly and what appeared to be a tiny indication of a tattoo below her waistline. The top of her jeans fell slightly over her hip bones, revealing a small amount of color from the tattoo. Her skin was lightly tan, and her belly dipped in the center, indicating she was trim and fit. He absorbed the way her round ass fit snugly in the worn-out jeans and that a small tear near her rear turned him on as much as the nakedness of her belly. He was fucked big-time. No woman ever made him analyze or absorb every tiny thing about her. The longer he held her, the more he wanted to possess her. She was so feminine and adorable. His mind traveled in a thousand directions toward fantasies he never thought he could create just from watching a woman work. She shifted again, and he absorbed the sight of her toned arms. When she pulled off her T-shirt after ripping it on a nail against the wood a short time ago, he thought about pressing her body against the side of the house and kissing her. But he knew that move would have led to him copping a feel and maybe even playing with her nipples. “Hello, more nails please,” she stated, interrupting his thoughts. That was when he noticed her shoulder.

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“What’s that on your shoulder? It looks like a bruise or something,” he asked, and Stacy turned to look where he stared. “It’s nothing. Just hand me the nails,” she replied with her hand palm out, waiting for him. He reached in his pocket and handed over more nails, and Stacy started hammering in the last piece of fancy molding. She had done an excellent job, and he wondered where she learned to do carpentry and fix things. She finished and began to step down the ladder. He helped her, and when she reached the bottom, he stopped her from getting away from him. Towering over her, he held one hand against her waist, indicating for her not to move while he reached up and gently pushed the material on her shoulder to the side. He wanted to see the bruise. “What are you doing?” she asked, and he heard her shaky voice. “What happened? This looks recent and painful, Stacy.” He checked it out and saw that the bruising led further under her shirt, more than likely across her shoulder blade. “Please don’t do that. It’s no big deal. I fell and hit a piece of furniture,” she replied, but her eyes showed that she was lying. He placed his fingers under her chin as he used his thumb to caress her cheek. “That’s a pretty bad bruise. How exactly did you get it?” he asked, using his professional tone that usually got people shaking in their boots. “I’m a klutz, remember? I did nearly fall off the ladder,” she replied with the last few words sounding soft and forced. He caressed her lower lip then softly moved his hand from her waist higher to nearly her breast line. She inhaled, causing her chest to push out and his thumb to hit the underside of her breast. When Stacy’s lips parted and she softly exhaled, he inched his body closer. “You do remember that I’m the law around here, right? I can tell when someone’s lying, and I just bet that you’re not a klutz.”

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“It’s really none of your business, lawman or not,” she replied with attitude, and he took that moment to inch higher then brush his thumb and pointer finger under her breast before cupping it fully. “I’m making it my business, Stacy. I protect what’s mine, and so does Eric. I’m going to learn every inch of this body. I’ll know every curve, every beauty mark, every swell, dip, and slit there is.” She moaned and closed her eyes while he massaged her breast, taking the time to tweak her nipple through the tank top. Just as she moaned louder, he covered her mouth and devoured any further moans while his hands roamed over her body. When she reached up and began kissing him back, he was on fire. He explored her mouth with his tongue and lips while he explored her body with his hands. He reached under her tank top to feel her other breast. They didn’t fit in his hands, and he had large hands. He released her lips in order for them to breathe. “You taste so good, and you feel even better,” he whispered before trailing kisses along her jaw then neck. He could feel her hands on his forearms. She was beginning to push away. He removed his hands from under her shirt and placed them on her hips. Looking down into her gorgeous brown eyes, he saw the desire in them and smiled. “I can’t believe this happened and that I let you,” she whispered. “It is happening, and it will definitely happen again,” he teased as he reached up to gently brush his thumb across her lip. She blushed, and he laughed. “This is pretty impressive carpentry work, Stacy. Where did you learn how to do carpentry work?” Max asked. The question seemed to surprise her but also give her the opportunity to absorb what just happened between them. “I just learned,” she stated, turning away from him, but he didn’t release his hold of her. He clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows before giving her hips a squeeze.

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“You’re going to have to learn that I expect a real answer when I ask a question, especially if it pertains to you, darlin’.” Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t pull away from him. “Are you always so demanding?” she asked him, squinting her eyes up at him in challenge. Her chin tilted up, and her head was so far back that it touched the back of her shoulders, but she didn’t back down. He parted his legs, adjusting his stance so that her face was eye level with his chest and neck. “I’m real demanding darlin’, especially in bed. Now answer my question.” Her eyes widened at his statement, but then she shook her head. “You have a cute twang to your words, you kiss real good, and you are definitely good looking, but it will take more than those things to get me to spread my legs. I don’t take a liking to being ordered around or crowded.” He smiled at her challenging tone. “Maybe you need ordering around, and maybe I like crowding you. I like feeling your body against mine. I like the scent of your shampoo and the fire in your eyes when you get angry and turned on. I want more,” he whispered then cupped her face between his hands and kissed her. **** Stacy didn’t know what came over her. Was he telling the truth about what he liked, or was this some kind of a game? She hoped it wasn’t a game and dreaded the possibility that Max could lie so well. But in her experience, men lied. Her entire body hummed with need as Max continued to kiss her, drawing more need from deep within her. Could Max and Eric really be interested in her? His large palm moved from her cheek to her neck, then under her shirt, and around her back. She felt him lift her, and instinctively she straddled his hips. She heard the ladder creak against the side of the house as he pressed

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her against it. It was so erotic. Everything about the moment, from his tongue exploring her mouth to his hands exploring her body, made her feel like she was on fire and getting hotter by the second. The feel of the steel ladder rungs against her back applied pressure, causing her to push her pelvis against his crotch. Despite his jeans, she could feel his hard cock press against her covered mound, and it felt so good. His hand roamed over her hip then across her ribs to her breast. He massaged and pulled her nipple as he sank his body harder against her. She rubbed her pelvis against him, and he gave a small sequence of thrusts in return. This surely was the hottest kiss she had ever experienced. He finally released her mouth and trailed kisses over her neck then shoulder where the bruise was. Reality began to sink in with a feeling of embarrassment at her easy acceptance of his dominance. “You’re so beautiful.” She moaned softly, and he kissed her again. “I think we should stop. Someone might see,” she whispered, shocked at how aroused and sexy her voice sounded. “I don’t want to,” he stated then gave her lip a little nibble as he teased the bottom. “Please, Max, this is too much too soon. I don’t know you.” “Get to know me, Stacy. Get to know Eric and I. We won’t push you, but we won’t hide our affection toward you. With lips like yours, it’s just impossible,” Max told her then kissed her again. He slowly let her feet down to the ground and ended the kiss. It shocked her that her legs actually felt wobbly and unsteady. He looked at her so seriously, and she felt his desire and saw a look in his eyes that stirred her feminine intuition and just knew that he was serious. It scared her and made her think about things she had no right thinking until the New York issue was resolved. “Am I interrupting something?” Eric asked, causing Stacy to look toward Eric as he approached while Max remained holding her and

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staring at her. It was as if he knew his brother was coming around the side of the house. Could he have? “We were just discussing Stacy’s lips,” Max teased as he caressed her lower lip with his thumb. She could feel his hand on her waist under her tank top and against her ribs. His fingers caressed her skin, sending tiny goose bumps along their path. “Hmmm, that’s a topic I am definitely interested in,” Eric added then placed his hand against her cheek to turn her face toward him. She hesitated until she felt Max’s hand against her skin giving her a tug toward Eric. Eric lowered his head and kissed her lips. She was caught up in the sensation of being touched by two men at once. It overwhelmed her, but before she could pull away, Eric slowly released her lips. “Delicious. Makes a man want more and more though,” he added with a wink as Max stared at her. “You should get used to this, Stacy. It seems my brother and I are both fixin’ to get real familiar with these lips.” Her heart hammered in her chest, but before she could give a verbal response, Marie was calling Stacy’s name from the other side of the house. “Sounds like lunch is ready,” Max stated then took her hand and began leading her away from the ladder.

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Chapter 6 “Did you hear back from her yet?” Investigator Jim Morton asked his partner Sam Pellot. Sam shook his head. “Fuck! She’s probably scared. Did you explain the situation to the friend?” “No. That’s what I don’t understand. Maybe she just wants to put the incident behind her,” Sam stated. “That could be. I mean, that asshole Weiner wasn’t successful in his attempt in the office. She fought back, even broke his nose. I’d say she’s pretty damn tough and exactly what we need to get Clara to give her testimony in the rape.” “What I don’t like, Sam, is the way Weiner had been stalking her and sending those items. He even broke into her home and set that stuff up. He may have been acting out a fantasy, but that detective Belogio screwed up the crime scene,” Sam stated, sounding concerned. “It left me sick to my stomach, too, but he probably figured that he got away with the other assaults and rapes so he could get away with this, too. The fact that Belogio was working the case was just luck for Weiner.” “There’s wasn’t anything dirty about him from the Internal Affairs investigation?” “Nothing. They just said he’s a real asshole. They did find out he’s been hooking up with some prostitutes while clocked in on the job. That was a real surprise there. They also got him on a few other minor offenses, but he pissed them off so much during questioning

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that they’re throwing the book at him and making Belogio an example.” Pellot chuckled. “How about the murders though? Remember, he’s our number one suspect in those whether he committed the act himself or hired someone to do it. How are Tom and Frank coming along with their leads in those murder cases?” “I haven’t heard from them. Last I knew, they were looking deeper into some lead on a connection between a secretary that worked for Weiner his first year at Mercer and her connection to the first victim, Shelly.” “Okay. Keep me posted. In the meantime, I’m going to call Stacy Porter’s friend Millie another time and put the pressure on. If she doesn’t cooperate, then we go to the next step. I already know that Stacy left for Texas. It shouldn’t be too difficult to pick up a trail,” Sam Pellot stated. “Sounds like a plan. I hope she’s as tough as we think she is because what we are going to ask of her is going to be a lot to digest. Maybe doing it in person may be best?’ Jim suggested. “We’ll see how it goes. It would be in her best interest to work with us. It just might save her life.” **** Stacy had listened to everyone talk about the town of Pearl and the numerous events that took place over the spring and summer months. It sounded like a lot of fun, and she wondered if she would still be around for the ones they mentioned that took place in the winter. As she ate the cold cut sandwich that Ron had made, she watched and listened to Max and Eric. Now that she was past their super good looks…sort of, she could focus on their personalities. They weren’t too similar after all. Eric seemed a bit more rugged and outdoorsy than Max. She would probably always remember the way

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he looked sitting atop the saddle of the large black stallion. That image would be branded in her mind forever. He was the perfect male specimen of cowboy and wild. She could imagine him really being wild and sassy when it came to women. Her belly tingled as she took in the sight of him talking to Ron about wrestling cattle and mending fences. Sighing, she glanced at Max, the more authoritative and cleancut-looking cowboy. He kind of reminded her of a Texas Ranger. Reserved, yet ready to roll around in the dirt if that’s what it took to bring down an opponent. He had a deep, Texas voice that gave her the chills. She couldn’t imagine him angry or upset and yelling in that deep voice of his. She would be shaking like a leaf. Then again, she was already shaking like a leaf just from their attention toward her. Could there really be something brewing between her and two men? Was this normal or her subconscious trying to find safety from the lack of good male figures in her life? She did take psychology in college, and the fact that she was contemplating getting involved with two men at once surely raised red flags. She hoped that she didn’t just enter some form of a cult. She’d rather go take her chances with Barry than succumb to being handed around like fresh meat to a bunch of backwoods cult members who were into polygamy. Although looking at both of these men, she could see the benefits outweighed the morality of it all. Thoughts of Barry and New York took precedence over entertaining the possibility of having a relationship with Eric and Max. Immediately she felt the tugging in her stomach as she placed her sandwich down. Having only taken three bites, she felt her stomach ache. Why would an investigator from the DA’s office want to track her down so badly? Sexual harassment suits were long, drawn-out cases where she would have to remain in New York to pursue such a case. In a matter of weeks she already enjoyed living in Texas, and it had little to do with two very sexy-looking cowboys. She took a sip of her drink then caught sight of Max staring at her with his eyebrows nearly pressed together. His concern both warmed her heart and made her nervous.

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“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked her, and she shook her head then rose from the chair before he could push further. He had warned her that he always got answers to his questions, and she believed him. Neither Max nor Eric were men to reckon with or challenge. She wasn’t stupid, and living in New York had taught her a lot about people and especially men. She stood near the counter, and Marie approached her. “Come with me a minute,” Marie told her, and Stacy followed as Marie led her to the front porch. “You got a lot accomplished in one day, that’s real impressive,” Marie stated before she leaned against the porch railing. Her blonde hair showed a lot more gray in the sunlight and was cut short to her neck, and she was tan. Her expression showed that of concern and discomfort. Stacy wondered what was going on. “I’m glad I had Max and Eric to help me, or I would be way behind right now,” Stacy added more out of nervousness than to try and dictate the direction of the conversation. It was clear from the moment she met Marie that Marie was boss and she meant business. “They’re good men and they will treat you well.” “Treat me well? What are you talking about? I just met them.” Marie raised her eyebrows, and Stacy wasn’t sure if it was in response to her abrupt tone with Marie or her own denial to what Marie was inferring. Shit. “You can tell me to mind my own business, but I don’t care either way. You didn’t call that investigator from New York yet, did ya?” “Shh. Please, Marie, don’t talk so loudly,” Stacy begged as she looked toward the screen door. It had become awfully quiet inside the house, and she hoped the men hadn’t heard. “You’re right. This isn’t any of your business. However, I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me. I will call the investigator and find out what he wants later tonight. Right now I am working on this house, and I plan on finishing the outside of it by tonight so I can begin working on the inside of it tomorrow.”

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“Millie said there were multiple women who filed suits of sexual assault against that scumbag boss of yours. Why didn’t you file one?” “No one would have believed me.” “So you don’t bother to try,” Marie retorted, sounding angry and, damn it, disappointed. Stacy hadn’t had that feeling of guilt placed upon her since before her father had died. Tears stung her eyes, and in the background, Stacy could hear the phone ringing. “You weren’t there!” Stacy began to say in a raised voice, and then she repeated herself in a softer tone. “You weren’t there, Marie. You didn’t see the way they looked at me. It’s a different world than this place,” she stated, waving her hand toward the house and the fields. Stacy heard someone clear their throat, and when she looked up, she saw Ron. “It’s Millie,” he told them. Marie looked at Stacy before she headed inside the house. “I’m getting to the bottom of this. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Marie stated before going into the house. Max and Eric appeared as Ron followed Marie. Stacy ran her hand through her hair and tightened the ponytail holder. “What’s the deal?” Max asked, and Stacy shook her head and raised her palm toward him indicating for him to say no more. “Don’t. There’s nothing to know. There’s nothing to talk about,” she replied as she began walking away. Max grabbed her hand to stop her, and she froze in place. “Honey, something is up, so talk to us,” Max stated. She couldn’t move. She felt his hand squeeze her hand and loved the feeling of support and male comfort. She had been focusing on keeping busy and occupying her mind with forcing a new life and starting over. Every time Max or Eric touched her, kissed her, or pressed their bodies against her, they slowly broke her down. They were making her feel vulnerable and weak. That was something she

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couldn’t allow to happen. She tried to pull away just as Marie came to the screen door. “You need to take this call,” she stated firmly. One look at Max, and she could tell he was concerned. Then she felt Eric’s hand on her shoulder. “Take the call and then we’ll talk,” he told her. She swallowed hard. This was stupid and getting blown way out of proportion. “It’s no big deal. I’ll meet you over at the house, okay,” she stated, trying her hardest to act confident and blasé. They looked at her knowingly, and she hurried to take the phone from Marie. Marie held the receiver as her eyes remained locked with Stacy’s gaze. “This is not something to take lightly, New York.” She let go and walked outside, giving Stacy the privacy of the kitchen. **** “I can’t believe that you didn’t call Investigator Pellot, Stacy. This is way more serious than you thought. Hell, it’s way more serious than I thought, too. I was scared after the attack and then those creepy boxes and notes, but this is insane.” “Calm down, Millie, and tell me what the heck you’re talking about,” Stacy said. Millie was talking a mile a minute. “The investigator really needs to speak with you. Apparently your boss is suspected of multiple counts of rape and attempted rape. Three of the four women who accused him of either rape, assault, or sexual harassment wound up dead. The fourth one dropped her charges and refused to help the police.” “What?” Stacy asked, and immediately she was shocked. She plopped down into the chair and felt her whole perception of life and the situation with her boss rotate until she actually felt dizzy. “It’s true, Stacy. He has an alibi for the murders, but the investigator thinks that Weiner is responsible whether he hired

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someone or did it himself. They are building a case. He also said that there were other victims going back a few years that he and his partner are talking with. They want your help, Stacy. They want you to press charges against your boss.” “Are they crazy? You just said he killed women.” She raised her voice, and when she looked around the kitchen to make sure that no one was there, she saw Max standing in the doorway. Eric was right behind him. Max’s eyes widened in shock and then what looked like anger. She turned away and ran her hand over her mouth as her head began to throb. She felt her wet cheeks and realized she was crying. “I’m not going to do anything like that Millie. I won’t go back there and testify and place my life or the lives of my friends in danger. If the investigators are watching my boss, which is what I hope they are doing, then I’m safest out here. If anyone tries to contact you to try and find me, you tell them that I vanished and you have no idea where I am.” “The investigators know where you are, Stacy. They really want to talk to you, and they will come out there to see you.” “Shit! What am I going to do?” “He said for you to call him or he’ll be on the next flight out of New York.” “Fine. I’ll think about it. I need to go.” “Stacy, you need to talk with them and find out if you are in danger as they believe you might be. There was no evidence to prove that your boss had something to do with the three women being murdered, but they believe he had a hand in it. Think about the stuff he left you in your apartment. Think about the phone calls and those pictures that he took of you,” Millie stated, and Stacy began to cry. “I know, Millie. I don’t want to think about that.” “You have to, honey. You have to do whatever you can to keep yourself safe. What would Anna and I do without you?” Millie stated, and she began to cry as well. Stacy could hear her sniffling.

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“Don’t cry. I’ll handle this. I’ll call you later,” “You call me after you talk to the investigator and remember that the Cantrells are there for you, too. My aunt told me how much attention Eric and Max have been paying to you. Don’t decline their offers of support.” Stacy exhaled then said good-bye before she hung up the phone. Her stomach ache felt worse as she wiped away her tears and debated about standing. It felt as if her feet had been knocked right out from under her. She was still in shock from the information. Could Barry really have killed those women? “Stacy?” Max said her name and joined her by the table. He straddled the chair on her left while Eric straddled the chair on her right then covered her hands that were clasped on her lap. She looked up toward Max first. He was a deputy, and he would want to know all the details of the situation and perhaps even talk with the investigators. But she hardly knew these two men. How could she let them in on something so intense in her life? If they did have feelings for her, this new info would definitely change their minds. Who would want a woman with trouble following her? “Explain what’s going on so we can help you,” Max stated. She was silent a moment then turned toward Eric. He seemed just as protective and in control as Max except he didn’t have the badge to go with the superiority. “I don’t think I can,” she whispered as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Saying the words out loud but knowing that she really wished that accepting their attention, their help, and even possibly their affection was possible hurt inside. They were good men as Marie and Millie had informed her. They were only trying to help. Max was doing his job, especially if she was to blame for bringing trouble to Pearl. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and Eric reached up to caress them away. “You can tell us anything. We’re here to help you,” Eric stated.

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“If danger is headed this way after you, then we want to know about it and help,” Max added, sounding as though she was testing his patience. That hurt inside but for some crazy reason made her clit throb. She must be losing her mind. “I understand that you need to know as a law enforcement officer in this town. Once I call the investigators from the DA’s office in New York, I’ll have more information. I won’t lie to you, and I won’t withhold any information that could place anyone in Pearl or around me in danger.” She stood up, prepared to leave, when Max stopped her abruptly. He pulled her into his arms and squeezed her. “You think I want to know what’s going on just because I’m part of the law in this town? I want to know what’s going on because I’m worried about you and—” He kissed her so hard and so fast she didn’t know what hit her. He was all fired up, and his hold nearly took her breath away. When he finally released her lips, he cupped the back of her head with his hand and held her in place as he stared down at her. “You’ve got a lot to learn, but right now what you need to know is that Eric and I are here for you and we will protect you. Now let’s get over to your place and make the call, New York. I don’t like surprises, and I want to know everything this investigator has to say,” Max stated then took her hand into his own. She felt Eric’s hands on her shoulders, and when she looked up, she saw that same fire in his eyes that she saw in Max’s. Maybe they really did care. **** Despite Stacy’s plea, Max spoke with Investigator Pellot himself. He was glad that he had because Stacy had already attempted to minimize the situation with her ex-boss. He was filled with mixed emotions. A few glances toward Eric and he could tell that his brother was on edge. They barely knew Stacy, yet he was compelled to spend

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as much time getting to know her as possible, and he already had strong feelings for her. Learning the facts of why she left New York made him feel protective and in need of seeing to her safety. But he had learned a little bit about Stacy’s personality already, and trying to get close enough to protect her and make her see that it wasn’t just as an officer of the law was going to be difficult. She already mentioned his need to know as the local law enforcement representative. She hinted about other things that would keep them from getting involved with her. She stated that she wasn’t sure if she was going to stay on the farm, near Pearl, or in Texas itself for much longer. That nearly had him shaking some sense into her. Well, that was if she was in charge of making that decision. As far as Max was concerned, she already belonged to him and his brother. She touched his heart and made him think about things he hadn’t thought about toward any other woman. One look toward her as she began to hand paint the trim molding around the window told him she was pissed off. Glancing at Eric, who stood nearby cleaning off the sprayer after finishing the back of the house, and he could tell Eric was just as rattled as Max himself felt. Somehow they would convince Stacy that she could trust them and hopefully lean on them. **** Stacy took a long hot shower. Thanks to Max and Eric, she was able to finish the entire outside of the house in one day. After the phone call from New York, even Marie and Ron pitched in. The entire situation gave her a feeling of belonging that she just wasn’t used to. Marie and Ron had become like an instant family. She had noticed that when Eric or Max touched her shoulder or caressed her in an intimate way that Ron would clear his throat and give each man a stern look. It was as if Ron had taken over a father role toward her. Although she felt it wasn’t necessary, nonetheless it felt nice and she appreciated it. She was certain that with each day that passed that she

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would love the town of Pearl more and more. Dealing with Max and Eric was a completely different story. They, too, seemed to have taken over the role as her protectors as well as their possession. Stacy was concerned. It seemed like everything was happening in an instant. She didn’t like instant. She was a planner. She liked everything set out in an organized fashion. It helped to make things run smoothly and left little room for error. The fact that everyone helped to finish painting the outside of the house was a plus. Now she wouldn’t have to face Max and Eric again unless it was on her terms. The remainder of the work that needed to be done was inside the house, and she was going to do that all by herself. She put on a pajama tank top and a pair of fitted cotton shorts then walked into the kitchen for something to drink. The moment she heard the planks of wood on the front porch creak, she looked up and saw a large shadow. Gasping, she covered her mouth and panicked. Who could be outside? Was it her ex-boss or someone trying to intimidate her? So many thoughts went through her head as she stood absolutely still. A second later she looked around the room and kitchen for a weapon. Then she heard the knock on the door. “Stacy, it’s Eric.” Son of a bitch! He scared the living daylights out of me. She hurried toward the door, feeling her blood practically boil through her veins. Who the hell did he think he was? It was nearly eleven o’clock in the evening. Pulling the front door open, she began to speak when the sight of him stopped her midsentence. His short hair was wet and probably from taking a shower. The smell of soap and some sort of nice cologne filled her nostrils. The white T-shirt he wore stretched across his large, muscular chest and was tucked in at his thick yet flat waist. “What the hell are you doing here?” she reprimanded, but it sounded deeper and way sexier to even her own ears. Eric of course raised his eyebrows then eyed her over. She crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to cover herself from his view, but it was

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too late. Not only did he get a good look at her sleepwear, but her nipples became so hard that she felt them pressing against her arms. “I came here to check on you,” he replied then gave her one of his reprimanding looks. It wasn’t as intense as Max’s was earlier today as he talked to the investigator, but it was impressive. She found herself taking a retreating step backward, which made Eric take it as a sign to enter. He closed the door behind him and took another step toward her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “You didn’t scare me,” she replied a bit too quickly and with a lot of attitude. He took her hand and stared down at her with a knowing expression that bothered her and also gave her a weird quivering sensation in her body. He was such a sexy man and she was so attracted to him that she noticed so much about him. From his body to his dark-brown eyes and the way he stood with a thumb in the loop of his jeans in a sexy, relaxed fashion. He was like something out of an outfitters magazine. She attempted to pull away, but it was a lame attempt. She really liked the way her small hand felt encased by his much larger one. He smelled really good, and she remembered how good his kiss was outside today. Then it hit her. She wasn’t wearing much clothing. As a matter of fact, he was way overdressed compared to her. She shyly turned away from him but kept one hand wrapped around her midsection as if it would help stop the butterflies from fluttering inside. **** Eric’s heart was pounding inside of his chest. He never felt anything like this before. Just the sight of Stacy got his blood pumping and his dick hard. Then the little vixen actually gave him lip and attitude. That should have pissed him off and turned him off, but

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instead he was like some lovesick teenager who couldn’t wait to bury his cock balls-deep in her pussy. No other pussy would do, and he knew it. It was fucking with his mind big-time. Everything about her made him feel possessive, lustful, and borderline out of control. He gripped her hand, and she tried to pull away. Sort of. He sensed her reservations about getting close to him. He knew she was scared, but he also knew she was interested. He and Max knew women well. He kind of regretted the fact of just how well he knew women. But now all he wanted to know was this woman and every damn inch of her body, too. “You smell really good,” he whispered then winced inside. What a stupid fucking thing to say. Like that wouldn’t scare her. But this was exactly what this woman did to his mind. He lost all suave, slick words of endearments and lines used in the past. She kept him real and, damn it, honest as any man could be standing in front of the goddess of his dreams. She looked back at him, and her arm remained in a protection position against her waist. Was she scared of him or just scared in general. He couldn’t resist temptation any longer. He had to touch her. Reaching up, he stroked her cheek, letting his index finger glide softly under her chin. He tilted it up toward him, and when her big brown eyes locked gazes with him, he knew she would belong to him and Max. . “I really didn’t mean to scare you, honey. I wanted to check up on you.” “But you didn’t,” she replied softly. With her hand still in his other hand, he brought it up to his chest as he wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her against him. She inhaled as her breast collided with his stomach and her eyes locked with his. “I’m gonna kiss you now, Stacy. It’s the only way to settle down my heart and prove that you’re okay,” he whispered and began to lower his head. He held in a smile of celebration when she tilted her head back in preparation for his kiss then closed her eyes.

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The moment he felt her soft, full lips against his own, his whole world turned upside down. Her taste, her scent filled him from his nostrils through to the inside of his body. At least that’s what it felt like for Eric. He felt her curves beneath his hands as he pressed along her lower back then up her spine to the back of her neck. He released the hand he held behind her back and cupped her face with both of his hands, loving her mouth like he never loved another woman’s mouth before. Her hands pressed against his chest, shooting waves of fire and heat through his pectoral muscles and right to his cock. She had to have felt his arousal, and the thought that he could have her and that he would have her one day soon fed his need to claim her. But then he remembered the circumstances that led her to move to Texas and the possible fear she might have of men. He didn’t want her to fear him or his brother Max. Slowly he released her lips but kept her embraced and against his chest. When she laid her cheek against his chest, he closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing. Yeah, their Stacy packed a punch all right. **** Stacy remained locked against Eric’s chest. She felt so safe, so loved and content, it took all her will to gain control of this out-ofcontrol situation and step back. Eric allowed her just about a few inches between them, but the heat between their bodies was enough to cause an inferno. She knew it, but she was scared. She was no damsel in distress. Relationships that were initiated due to danger or potentially volatile situations were ultimately doomed. She couldn’t allow Eric and Max to make her lose control. They didn’t need to be her protectors. “I think you should go,” she whispered and immediately felt the tension in Eric’s arms and then him relax. Her statement obviously caught him off guard.

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“Do you want me to go?” he asked in a soft whisper then kissed her forehead then along her hairline. Unconsciously she tilted her head back to give him better access to her cheek then neck. Realizing that she gave in so easily to his tactics, she pulled away, and he released her. God, she loved being in Eric’s arms. She thought about nights cuddling on the couch with Eric or Max, and then she thought about both of them together. Her cheeks reddened, and her heart pounded in her chest. She could never do that. How could she even consider that? The more she thought about both men, the more she realized that she could be with both of them. She didn’t want one more than the other. She wanted them both. “I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he stated, and his expression appeared empathetic and concerned. “I’m not scared of you, Eric.” He raised his eyebrows and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. He looked so yummy it was hard to act tough and uninterested. “I’m not, Eric. I just feel that this is too much for me. You and your brother make me want things. Things I just shouldn’t want and can’t have especially right now. There’s a lot going on, and I’ve always been independent. I don’t like feeling out of control of my life, and that’s what I’m feeling right now.” “Max and I don’t want to add to your distress. In fact we want to help you through this, Stacy. There’s no need to handle this New York situation alone. Two can be better than one,” he teased then winked. She held his gaze and absorbed his sexiness. “Three can be a crowd and cause trouble. I won’t come between you two and deal with that right now as well.” She walked toward the living room couch, and Eric followed. “You won’t cause trouble between Max and I, Stacy. This thing between the three of us is real, and it’s happening whether you’re ready to face it head-on or not.”

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“That’s the point, Eric. I don’t need you or Max involved with my life right now and with all this stuff from New York. I can handle it alone. I’m not your possession, or Max’s for that matter.” He took two steps toward her, and she was just out of reach of his hands if he were to grab to reach for her. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. My brother and I are fixin’ to make you all ours,” he stated firmly and with such cockiness and masculinity that she didn’t know if she wanted to punch him or jump his body. He messed with her mind and made her feel illogical. She didn’t know if she should trust him or run from him. His declaration caused her body to tighten with sexual need. It was insane. The sound of someone knocking on the front door drew both their attention. “Who could that be?” she asked, and Eric never took his eyes off of her. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy throb with need. Damn it to hell, she wanted to throw him down on the living room floor and fuck him as if she were experienced and capable. The problem was that she wasn’t and it was complicated. “It’s probably Max. He stopped into town to update the sheriff, Wyatt, our cousin.” She reached for the knob and began to turn it while Eric’s words sank in. “He did what? Why would he do that?” She heard Max’s deep voice and began to open the door wider. There he stood. All six feet four inches of pure law enforcement Texan. Again her heart pounded in her chest, and she nearly stopped breathing as his dark-brown eyes looked her body over. Did she just cream herself? Oh shit. She attempted to remain still and not to shift her legs or give any indication of how turned on she was at the moment. It didn’t take much to get turned on by Eric and Max. She felt the moisture drip slowly down her inner thigh and cursed the short shorts she wore. She didn’t want to look down to check her crotch, but she was thankful

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that her shorts were black and could cover any evidence of her arousal. At least she hoped they did. Breathe, Stacy. Just breathe. “Evening, Stacy,” Max stated, eyeing her from head to toe. She was so acutely aware of his visual evaluation that her body hummed. If certain parts were capable of speech, they would be chanting “touch me.” Her breasts felt more swollen and needy. Her belly felt tight as she anticipated his touch. Would he kiss her just like Eric had, or would he hug her or perhaps pull her up into his arms and kiss her breathless? The anticipation was killing her. “Stacy, are you all right?” he asked, and she realized she was lost in thought. She looked away from him and tried to focus on being annoyed that Max had gone to tell the sheriff about her situation. Cousin or not, Max didn’t have the right to interfere like that. Plus, he even spoke to the investigator from the DA’s office. Was it her, or was she beginning to lose control of her own life? Abruptly she turned away from him and headed toward the kitchen. **** Max looked at his brother Eric as Stacy gave him a dirty look then walked away. She was pissed about something, and he looked to Eric for answers. His brother smirked then shrugged his shoulders before he followed Stacy to the small kitchen. Max did the same, and as he was about to question Stacy, she spun around, placed her hands on her hips, and stared at him. He noticed that the abrupt movement caused her breasts to bounce and sway, giving away the fact that she wore no bra. She was adorable and sexy at the same time. Max licked his lips then stepped closer to her. He absorbed the tight tank top she wore, the even tighter black short shorts that clung to her toned upper thighs and also accentuated her mound. Was she wet for him and Eric? He couldn’t help but wonder and hope because right now his cock was at full attention. He was even turned on by her cute little red toenails. He wanted her, and was going to have her. Max stood in front of Stacy

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and placed his hand on her waist. He placed his other hand on her neck and cheek, caressing her skin as he pressed his body closer. She remained stiff, but she didn’t pull away. “What are you all pissed off at?” he asked her, looking down at her face. He loved touching her even in the simplest of ways. He used his thumb to caress across her hip bone and remain holding her firmly. Her eyes widened at his question, and then she placed one hand over the hand that covered her hip bone and the other against his waist as if trying to keep space between them. “You had no right taking the phone from me today and talking with the investigator. You also had no right going off to tell the sheriff about it either. This is my business, not yours,” she stated firmly until he raised his eyebrows at her tone toward him. He pressed his hips against her, causing her to wedge against the counter in the kitchen. “You are my business,” he stated firmly. “And my business as well. The sooner you accept that the better,” Eric added, taking position to the right of Max. She gasped at their proclamation, but before she could verbally attack him, Max took full control of the situation. “Get this straight now, Stacy. Eric and I are fixin’ to make you our own. We will protect you, and we will do everything in our power to keep you safe and help you. You, in return, will obey our better judgment and without lip,” he stated softly as he rubbed gently along her waist and up to her ribs. Stacy in response gasped at his apparent gall then practically growled. “Fuck you!” she replied to his statement in what sounded like the damndest Bronx accent he ever heard. Instead of losing his cool at her potty mouth, he gave in to his own need to taste her and make her see that denying the attraction between them was just wasted time.

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“With pleasure, darling,” he whispered then covered her mouth with his own. Max kissed her with purpose, and she initially tried pushing against him, but then in a flash, she started grabbing for his shirt and pulling to get closer. Stacy was a real piece of work, and he loved that about her. His hands had a mind of their own as he caressed and fondled every inch of her. In the heat of their kiss, he lifted her up and placed her on the countertop while he plunged his tongue in deep. He tasted every inch of her mouth, unable to satisfy the hunger building inside of him. It was strong and hot. He pushed his hands beneath her tank top and grabbed hold of her breasts. They were more than a handful and felt soft and feminine to the touch. When Stacy moaned against his mouth and thrust her mound against his waist, he lost the battle to take things slowly. He pulled from her lips, both gasping for air, and he yanked the tank top up and over her head. “Oh God,” she panted as she leaned back with her palms against the counter and he covered her left breast with his mouth. He licked and sucked on the delicate flesh, pulling her nipple into his mouth then nibbling it before releasing it. “Oh please,” she moaned, and he blew a soft breath across her wet nipple, making her arch forward. Eric took that second to cup her right breast before taking a taste for himself. “Oh,” she moaned louder, eyes closed and looking like a goddess as they ate away at her breasts. Max rubbed his hand along her inner thigh then pushed his finger tips against her mound. She jumped unexpectedly and both he and Eric caught her. Max released her breast to trail kisses along her chest then shoulder. “You got my cock so fucking hard right now, baby. Tell me you want me as much as I want you,” he whispered between licks and nibbles against her neck while he pressed his fingers against her cotton-covered pussy. She moaned and grasped his shoulder as she thrust her hips against his hand.

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“Tell him,” Eric demanded as he pulled a nipple, rolling it between his two fingers. She gasped, and Max rubbed her mound faster, parting her pussy lips despite the cotton barrier. She tightened up against them. She pushed against Max’s fingers while she grabbed Eric’s shoulder. Then she screamed her release as Max covered her mouth with his own. She fucking came. He couldn’t believe it. It was so hot. He lifted her off the counter and released her lips. “Was that your answer, baby? You want us, don’t you?” he asked, still waiting for her acceptance of both him and Eric. “Oh my God, I must be losing my mind. I can’t believe I just—” “Came?” both Max and Eric stated together, and Stacy blushed then lowered her head to Max’s neck. He held her with one hand against her back and the other under her ass. As she shyly hid from them, he stroked her pussy again, and she stirred. “We’re waiting on you, baby. Do you want us? Do you want to give this a whirl or what?” Eric asked from beside Max. She stared at them a moment then took a deep breath. “I’m not very experienced.” “We got enough experience between the two of us to pleasure you darling,” Max replied. “We want you. Nothing else matters.” She nibbled her bottom lip, and they held her gaze. Max’s heart pounded with anticipation. “Then yes,” she replied as Max carried her toward her bedroom. **** Stacy’s heart was pounding in her chest. She just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, and she wasn’t even having sex. How immature and unsophisticated would Max and Eric think she was? Max placed her gently on the bed and leaned over her as if observing her closely. She stared at him as the softness of the

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comforter beneath her head provided a feeling of comfort and familiarity. She held on to that like a lifeline as she was about to encounter either the most amazing experience of her life or the biggest mistake ever. “What’s the concerned facial expression about?” Eric asked as he took position on the bed opposite Max. She tried taking a breath, but her chest felt tight, and her nerves were getting the best of her. Max touched her belly, and she jumped beneath his fingertips. He paused a moment, and a look of concern flashed across his face, but then he smiled. “You’re so soft, Stacy. So beautiful, isn’t she, Eric?” Max explored her skin with gentle fingertips. He teased her breast, and when he flicked her nipple, she stirred again. “She is, and she’s all ours to explore,” Eric added, holding her gaze as his fingers caressed where Max’s just were. It caused a series of tiny vibrations to run beneath her skin. Everywhere that Max’s fingers touched, soon Eric’s followed. She grasped the comforter on her sides, trying not to stir and show her nervousness. Stacy glanced down, feeling as if her breasts appeared larger and her nipples felt erect and hard. She felt an imaginary string connecting to her nipples down her abdomen and straight to her pussy. It was a strong pulling that almost caused her to moan. “Close your eyes, Stacy, and just feel. We won’t hurt you, and we promise to go slow,” Eric whispered then leaned down, placing what felt like butterfly kisses along her belly. His touch added to the pulling sensation. She inhaled then exhaled, fighting the urge to give in to whatever these two men asked of her, but it was a losing battle. She wanted more and everything, anything they were willing to give. It would be impossible to deny or to resist their ministrations. “Close your eyes,” Max added more firmly, and she found herself obeying his commanding tone. It turned her on and made her pussy clench then release moisture. She shifted her ass on the comforter, and suddenly she felt someone’s hand over her mound. She peeked her

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eye open only to be reprimanded by Max right before he kissed her eyelids closed again. “Just feel, Stacy,” he told her, and she complied. She felt the caressing to her mound increase, and instinctively she lifted her pelvis, wanting more of the sensation. Her clit felt swollen and needy, yet his fingers weren’t inside of her. She wanted them to be. Inhaling, she tried to imagine who was caressing or licking where, and soon it didn’t matter. She wanted both Max and Eric. As fingers delved under the elastic of her shorts and gently tugged them down her legs, reality of the intimacy about to be shared between the three of them surfaced. She reached for the hand that pressed two thick, long fingers against her pussy lips just as he spread them. “Oh,” she moaned and opened her eyes to lock gazes with Eric, who was now seated between her thighs, and then Max, who somehow removed his shirt without her knowing it. She felt the pounding in her chest again and the attraction to the perfect male specimen before her. She reached for his chest, and he grabbed her hand, placing the palm along the dusting of dark hair in the center of his chest. He closed his eyes as if feeling her touch him were the most amazing sensation in the world. Could it be? Could they be feeling as connected as she was feeling? He had more muscles than she had ever seen on a man. He was gorgeous. Eric took that moment to push a finger into her as he used his other hand to spread her wider. “She’s all shiny and pink, Max. I can’t wait to taste her,” he whispered in a deep, seductive voice that caused her thighs to shake. She began to close them when her knees hit his thighs. In this position, they both could see everything. She was completely naked to their view, and they were nearly fully clothed. “Don’t close up on him, Stacy. It’s going to feel so good,” Max stated then licked one nipple as he cupped the other with his hand. The double sensations of having two men touch her at once was overwhelming.

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Eric pressed in and out of her pussy, increasing his speed then slowing down so he could add a second digit. He made little circles with his thumb against her clitoris as his fingers caressed against some sensitive spot she never knew existed. Her insides tightened, and she felt the tiny explosions, but a deeper need grew stronger. “I need to taste her. She’s so wet right now, she’s gripping my finger and holding it so fucking tight,” Eric said then lowered his shoulders between her thighs, making the bed shift and squeak. Her clit hummed as his words sunk in. God, she wanted his mouth there on her. The moment his tongue touched her pussy lips, she moaned and jerked in reaction. Eric licked, tugged, and pulled harder then pressed fingers into her in a sequence of thrusts. With his large hands under her ass cheeks, he spread her wider, and she lost it. She grabbed his head and held it snug against her pussy while he flicked his tongue over her clit. He licked her cream and nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Max nipped her shoulder, indicating he wanted to taste her breast again, but her arms were stretched down so she could hold Eric’s head in position. Reluctantly she released her one hand, and Max cupped her breast and pulled the delicate flesh. It was all too erotic to handle as her body tightened again and released. But there was still a hunger inside of her building and building. She wanted more. She wanted them inside of her. The scent of their cologne, the feel of their masculinity all fed her hunger. Max rolled the tips of her breasts between his fingers as Eric continued his ministrations below. Then she felt Max lean over her chest and suck one of her nipples then the other into his mouth. She opened and closed her mouth in a silent scream. “I got to have you baby. My cock is so fucking hard honey, I need in,” Eric stated, his explicit words making her feel like never before. She wanted to see his cock, taste his cock, and feel his cock deep inside her cunt. “Yes,” she told him, and Eric released his fingers jumped up from between her legs and began to undress. Before she could admire the

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view, Max was taking Eric’s place between her legs and having a taste for himself. “I’m gonna keep you wet and ready for us, Stacy. We both got big cocks and this here pussy looks so soft and delicate. We don’t want to hurt you. You’re ours, honey, and we take care of what’s ours,” Max stated then licked her folds before plunging his tongue deeper. “Oh God,” she whispered, turned on by his words and declaration as he stroked her cunt. He licked along the folds then nipped and gently nibbled her clit, making her moan some more. She felt two thick fingers push between her folds, and she screamed another small release as she thrust her hips up, nearly jumping from the bed. Max’s large hand lay over her belly, holding her still. It was a firm hand. A hand used to holding a gun, to reining in a horse, and to touching her possessively, deeply yet gently. “I’m ready to claim our woman,” Eric stated, and she popped her eyes open at the firm, deep voice. Max released her and began to rise from between her legs but not before scattering more of those butterfly kisses across her pussy then inner thighs. He stole her heart just as Eric was doing. **** Eric stood in front of Stacy as she lay on the bed. She closed her legs the second Max left the space between them. She needed guidance—that was obvious—and he and his brother would be the ones to guide her in the bedroom. “Open up for me, honey. Let me see what’s mine,” he stated, and he noticed the roughness of his voice. She resisted, of course, and he could see the reservations in her eyes. He stroked his rock-hard cock, letting his palm slide along the shaft. Stacy watched, eyes widening, and then a pretty pink blush scattered across her cheeks. He couldn’t wait. He pressed his hands to her ankles and rubbed along her skin from ankle to thigh. He softly parted her legs at the knees, and she

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didn’t resist even as Max took her hands and raised them to the pillow above her head. She arched her hips and closed her eyes just as he took position between her legs. “Look at me, Stacy,” he demanded, and she instantly complied. His brother held her hands at the wrist with one hand while he played with her breast with his other hand. “Tell me you want me.” “I want you. I want both of you,” she whispered. He smiled then rubbed his thumbs along her thighs as he lined his cock up with her entrance. The realization of their difference in size compelled him to be gentle. She was special, and he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt her. Eric slowly pushed into her while holding her gaze. Her big green eyes sparkled then darkened as he pressed deeper into her. He grabbed hold of her hips and shifted his hips, trying not to plunge in too deeply or too quickly. Inch by inch, he delved into her sweet, hot core, never feeling so emotional and connected in his life. “Am I hurting you?” he asked between clenched teeth. “Oh God, no. Please I need more.” He took that moment to push deeper as Max kissed her wrists and released his hold of her hands as she struggled to touch Eric. She grabbed Eric’s shoulders and wrapped her legs as best she could against his waist. Eric knew he was big compared to her, but she felt so perfect. They fit perfectly. “Hold on, baby,” he stated as he pulled back then thrust forward. Stacy moaned, but Eric caught it with his mouth as he kissed her while he made love to her. Once he caught his breath, he continued to stroke his cock deep within her pussy. He trailed kisses along her neck and shoulder best he could as he stroked his cock deeper faster and harder. He wanted more. She was so tight that each stroke was sensual torture. He caressed her body while he thrust into her. Stacy held him tighter against her. “Harder, Eric, please.”

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He lifted and spread her ass cheeks then plunged forward until his balls slapped against the crevice and the sound echoed in the small, barely furnished bedroom. She took him stroke for stroke even as he increased his rhythm and ground his cock deep within her. He could feel her vaginal muscles grip his cock and milk him of his determination to make love to her longer. His dick had been hard for days. His dreams were filled with thoughts of making love to Stacy in his bed, in her bed, and every place they could on the ranch. He looked into her eyes and held her heated gaze. “It feels so good to be inside of you, baby,” he whispered then kissed her lips before moving along her neck to her breast as he slowed his thrusts. But he just couldn’t take going slow. He wanted and he craved so deeply he lost the fight. The bed creaked and squealed under his deep penetrating strokes. “I’m coming, baby. You got me there,” he stated then thrust over and over again until they both screamed their releases. Stacy lay still under Eric’s body. He rested his weight on his forearms as he encased her underneath him. “That was incredible, baby. I can stay warm and snug inside your pussy all night,” Eric stated then kissed her before she elicited some kind of response. Max did it for her. “That was beautiful. Now come on over here and let me get some of that sweet, warm pussy Eric’s talking about,” Max stated. **** When Stacy looked up to the side of the bed, there was Max lying naked and holding a very large, thick cock in his hand. The plump mushroom top glistened, making her mouth water and her heart pound inside of her chest. He smiled at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was one sexy cowboy.

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“I think you just rendered our little spitfire speechless, bro,” Eric stated then chuckled as he pulled his still-hard cock from her body. Stacy stirred then stretched like a kitten after being thoroughly made love to. Max reached over and pinched a nipple, eliciting a yelp from Stacy. “Now, woman! Get that pretty little ass over here. I want to see what’s mine.” Oh God, that deep Texan accent and attitude is so fucking sexy. Stacy slowly rolled to her knees, amazed at how turned on she was after just making love to Eric. Her cream dripped from between her thighs as she slowly crawled across the bed toward Max. She tried her damnedest sexy, little cat crawl minus the purr. The short distance was sexual torture as her thighs rubbed against her sensitive clit. Her breasts felt swollen, and the cool air stung her oversensitive nipples. Just as she reached Max’s thigh, she felt a hand against her spine then a finger trail along her spine to her ass. “She’s got a perfect ass, Max. Fuckable,” Eric stated, and she paused midstride to toss a look over her shoulder. It was apparent that Eric liked talking dirty, and her body obviously did as well. Before she could say a word, strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her onto Max’s lap. Max’s hands cupped her breasts, which appeared to look pretty small encased by his large hands. He cupped and massaged them firmly before bringing one to his mouth to taste. She shifted to her knees so his mouth could reach her breasts. When his tongue licked across the sensitive nipple, she moaned and rocked her hips against him. His cock was hard and long beneath her pussy and her ass. Max was a big man just like Eric. Their cocks were huge, and despite the fact that Eric just made love to her, she felt the reservations again about whether Max would fit inside of her. “These, are mine,” Max whispered then placed his mouth over her breast. He licked and suckled until he had only the nipple in his mouth. Then he held it between his teeth and gave a small tug. The pleasure-pain sensation felt amazing. He released her nipple then

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licked and soothed away the slight pinch she felt. It was as if he knew her body already. She jerked when she felt Max press two fingers to her pussy lips then push them inside. She fell forward against his chest, and he caught her with his other hand. “This is mine, too,” he proclaimed as he pushed two digits in and out of her cunt. His other hand rubbed along her back, pressing her breasts closer to his mouth again. He pulled her nipple into his mouth while he finger-fucked her. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensation of being taken like this. Her body was being controlled by his fingers, by his words, and by his mouth. She lost all control of her body when she felt Eric’s hands caress her ass cheeks. He spread them right before his tongue licked each cheek. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass, Stacy. You have such a beautiful ass, honey,” Eric teased her, and she reacted by riding Max’s fingers and sticking her ass out for more of Eric’s ministrations. “Fuck yeah, baby. You like that idea?” Max asked, pulling her face closer to his own for a kiss. Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his lips then pulled his fingers from her body. Liquid dripped down her legs, and Max’s cock poked her pussy lips. “Come on, baby, and ride me. I’ve got to feel that hot, wet pussy. I can’t wait,” Max stated, and she lifted her ass as he aligned his cock with her entrance. Slowly Stacy lowered herself onto his hard shaft. In this position, it felt so damn tight, and her clit was so swollen and sensitive she felt on the edge of another orgasm already. Max apparently couldn’t wait as he pulled her down while he simultaneously pushed up into her. Her mouth opened as she screamed his name. She could hardly move, but it didn’t matter. Max lifted up and down, fucking her as she attempted to ride him and keep up with the fast pace he was setting. She felt his muscular thighs beneath her ass and the metallic abs he must have and knew that he was a strong man. Now she understood the saying “if you ain’t from Texas, then you

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ain’t nothing.” These men were as tough as they come. Built like steel. One look into Max’s eyes, and she could see his distorted expression. He was holding back. He didn’t want to scare her. But this felt so good, and she did trust them. She wanted more, and she wanted it harder. “More, Max. I need more,” she moaned as she lifted her hips up and down, trying to ease the burning need inside her pussy. Max grabbed her hips and stopped her movements. Before she could protest, he lifted her up off his lap turned her around so that she was on all fours, and he surged into her from behind. She screamed as his thrust took her breath away. He had her the way he wanted her in half a second flat. The buildup inside her was nearly painful. She wanted more of his thick, hard cock. She wanted him as deep as he could possibly go. “Fuck me, Max. It feels so good, Max. I need more!” she yelled. He roared behind her then pressed her chest closer to the comforter. Her cheek lay flat against the mattress, her ass sat high up in the air, and he began to thrust down into her. He was so incredibly deep. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but suddenly she was like a cock-craving lunatic. She wanted to be claimed. She didn’t think she did. She didn’t think she could let two men fuck her, but that was before. These men turned her inside out. “Oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking tight. So fucking good,” Max ground out through clenched teeth. She felt his balls slap against her ass cheeks, and his fingers dug into her hips, and it was so erotic and hot. Stacy felt every sensation as her pussy gripped Max’s cock and held it tight. He moaned through each stroke, trying to continue the fast speed but having difficulty. “Fuck, she’s got my cock so hard. Oh shit!” he yelled as he thrust faster, trying to find his own release. Stacy felt her body tighten. She was almost there. Just a few more strokes were all she needed. Max took that second to press a finger to her anus. Stacy nearly shot off the bed as she screamed and his digit pushed through the tight rings. She had never been touched there

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before. It was too much. She screamed again as her orgasm struck her hard. It was exquisite, and as she rode hers out, Max exploded inside of her. Stacy felt her legs shaking. She wouldn’t be able to stay like this much longer. Max continued to thrust slowly into her. She felt some of his warm essence drip down her inner thighs then Max’s lips pressed against her shoulder then back as his arm held her around the midsection. “You’re fucking incredible, baby,” he whispered against her ear before nipping at the lobe. Slowly he pulled from her body then lay down on the bed, taking her along with him. She found herself seeking out Eric, and he was there by the side of the bed holding a washcloth and smiling. Before she could protest, he began washing her. “I can do that,” she stated, her voice coming out hoarse. He stopped her hand from taking the washcloth. “Nonsense. You’re ours to take care of, so lay back and rest. It’s going to be a long night, baby,” Eric stated as he began to wash her. Max kissed her cheek as he held her close. When Eric was done, she closed her eyes and cuddled against Max’s chest. She never felt the bed dip or Eric take position on her other side.

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Chapter 7 It was eight o’clock in the morning when Millie exited the commuter bus and made her way down the street toward the jewelry outlet. Of course she was the one who worked the earliest shift, set up the storefront, and stayed until closing. Unlike the manager of the store and the owner’s niece who showed up around ten and claimed to have been there with Millie to open earlier. She was such a witch. Millie couldn’t wait to own her own store one day. She wouldn’t have to work for Nelson anymore, and she could display her own line of jewelry. That was if she ever had enough time and energy to sit down and create her necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. Her items were a lot nicer than the stuff she sold at Nelson’s Jewelry Outlet. As she headed down the street and walked along the crosswalk, she noticed a man standing near the entrance to the store. Glancing around the street and seeing the decent amount of other people nearby, she felt a little more confident that if the guy was up to no good then at least people were around to come to her aid. She hoped. Swallowing hard, she made her way closer. Ever since the assault by her ex-boyfriend Frank, Millie was on edge. She didn’t like confrontations, and she was really a scaredy-cat when it came to them. Stacy had helped her build up her confidence after the assault, and Stacy’s bravery that night would remain embedded in Millie’s mind forever. Stacy saved her life. “Excuse me, ma’am, I’m wondering if you could help me? I am looking for someone who works here. Her name is Millie Donovan.” Millie got a bad feeling in her stomach. Who was this guy, and what did he want?

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“Why are you looking for Millie? Who are you?” she asked, and even she heard her own voice quivering. Glancing around her, it seemed like all those people she saw commuting on foot or walking their dogs to the park two blocks over had disappeared. He eyed her suspiciously then took a step closer. “I need to find her. It’s important.” “Are you a relative or a boyfriend of hers?” she asked, trying to see what lies the guy would spew. “Are you Millie?” he asked instead of answering her questions. “What do you want?” she counterquestioned, crossing her arms in front of her chest and attempting to act tough. “I need to ask Millie about a friend of hers. You see, I need to find her friend. I’ve got some information for her.” Mille didn’t like the direction this was going in. The man still didn’t identify himself. “Listen, I’ve got a lot to do before the boss shows up.” “Good morning, Millie!” someone called, and Millie turned behind her to see Mr. Conway unlocking the storefront right beside Nelson’s. Shit! “Good morning, Mr. Conway,” Millie replied, and Mr. Conway watched her. “Is everything all right, Millie?” he asked. “Sure, Mr. Nelson. I was just telling this gentleman that we’re not open yet.” Mr. Nelson pulled up the security wall and unlocked the front door. “Okay. I’ll see you in a little bit.” She waved then turned toward the security door in front of the store. She began to unlock the gate, trying to ignore the man standing to the left of her. “So, Millie. Any idea where your friend Stacy ran off to? I’ve got some information for her and need to find her,” he stated as she lifted up the security wall and waited to unlock the front door. She had to

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punch in the security code in the alarm. She wasn’t going to disarm it until this creep left. “Listen, I don’t know where Stacy is. She quit her job and took off. I haven’t seen or heard from her since,” she lied. “Why don’t you just tell me where she is, Millie?” he stated, encroaching into her personal space and making her feel threatened. “I think you should leave right now,” she stated, firmly clenching her bag and the key to the store in one hand. He touched her cheek, and she flinched. He smirked at her with his beady black eyes and evil look. She recognized that look. Her exboyfriend got a look like that in his eyes right before he was about to hit her. “It might be in your best interest to tell me where she is, Millie.” “Are you threatening me?” she asked, taking a step closer to the door and hitting it. The move made her jump. He smiled at her. “I wouldn’t want to mess up such a pretty face like yours, but my boss is a different story.” “Your boss? Listen, I don’t know who you’re working for, but I don’t know anything. You’d better leave. I know people,” she stated a little more firmly, hearing her voice shaking with fear. He took a retreating step. “I know people, too, Millie. I know bad people who wouldn’t think twice about setting a woman like you in her place and do about anything to get answers to their questions. I’ll give you until tonight to locate your friend. Then it’s out of my control.” She watched him walk away until he reached the corner, turned, and disappeared. Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know what to do. **** Stacy awoke to a cocoon of warmth as well as two hard cocks pressed against her body. One was below the crevice of her ass and

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one was against her lower abdomen and her thighs. Her face was wedged up against a solid chest, and she felt two sets of hands on her. One lay across her hip, and the other lay cupping her breast. These two seemed even more possessive in bed than out of bed, if that was at all possible. She knew that she faced Eric and that it was his hand covering her hip. He had a unique scent that was different than Max’s. It was a combination of outdoors and fresh soap. Now that she was fully aware of their presence and Max’s hand covering her breast, she began to get restless, and to top it off, her pussy began to feel wet. How could she get wet so easily? Max stirred behind her and readjusted his hand and slowly massaged her tender nipple. They had teased, suckled, and played with her breasts so much last night that they were actually achy. The more he fondled and massaged, the more aroused and needy she felt despite the achiness. How could he know that? The thought that they were so experienced sexually that they could read a woman’s body, her body, so easily made her feel anxious and worried. She knew nothing about sex. In fact, until last night, she feared having sex and of feeling dissatisfied afterwards. Her thoughts ceased the moment Eric’s hand pressed over her backside and used her ass cheek to press her against his body. Her pussy wedged up against his cock. Combined with Max’s massaging, she released a moan before she could stop it. “Good morning, darling,” Eric whispered as he pressed his hand over her abdomen and between her thighs. “I like waking up with you wrapped around me,” he stated, and then she felt Max’s hand press her breast then move over her hip bone to her thighs. He scooted a little away, and in sync, they gently parted her thighs. She rolled to her back, allowing them full access to her body. Eric kissed her lips while his fingers spread her folds. Max leaned forward and covered her breast with his mouth. He suckled and pulled on her nipple. Stacy moaned into Eric’s mouth. Then she felt Max’s fingers join Eric’s and she couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on she was. Her heart

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raced, her belly tightened, and she thrust her hips up toward their fingers, needing more. Eric released her lips and began sucking on her other breast. When Stacy looked down, chin to chest, she saw each man’s mouth on her breasts trying to fit as much into their mouths as possible. It was a lost cause, but boy, did it feel sensational. Their strong, muscular forearms leaned into her thighs, keeping them spread as they took turns finger-fucking her. “Oh God, please don’t stop!” She released a tormented plea, but they were relentless in their ministrations. The bed dipped on either side of her as both men began licking, nibbling, and kissing across her skin from breasts to inner groin. Surely they weren’t going to take turns licking her. “Oh sweet mother of God!” she screamed as she gripped the sheets. Eric licked her first while Max placed soft wet kisses to her inner thighs. She screamed her first small release as she let go of the sheets and grabbed on to each man’s head. Eric crawled up her body. “You taste so fucking delicious. I can eat you all day long. How would like that, baby? How would you like me to suck on your pussy and eat all your cream until you couldn’t take it any longer?” Eric teased as he gripped his cock and moved closer to her mouth. Max swiped his tongue across her pussy lips then plunged it into her. “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, and she heard them chuckle. “I think she likes that.” Slurp, slurp. Her whole entire body felt about ready to combust. Something completely carnal and possessive came over her as she absorbed their words and the sensations from their mouths. She stared at Eric’s cock. The bulb head large, thick, and dripping with pre-cum. She licked her lips. “Fuck, baby, you got my cock so hard, one swipe from that sexy mouth of yours and I’ll be done,” he stated. “I want to taste you,” she whispered. As the words passed her lips, embarrassment took their place. She had never been so brazen, but these men did it to her.

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“I want to fuck you fast and hard. I won’t be able to hold out either,” Max admitted. Then Eric inched closer, and Stacy willingly opened her mouth to his invasion. **** Damn, she was so sexy it made Eric crazy inside. The look of desire in her eyes made his dick seem harder than steel. When she admitted that she wanted to taste him then shyly blushed away, he nearly came. She was sexy yet innocent, and he loved that about her. “Take me into that sexy mouth, baby. I want to feel your mouth on me,” he told her, and she took him inside her mouth. “Oh fuck that’s sexy,” Max said, sitting up between Stacy’s knees. “Oh, that’s so good, Stacy. Oh man, Max, her mouth feels so good,” Eric cupped Stacy’s head, supporting it so she could take him deeper. “I need inside you, baby. My cock’s so hard watching you suck Eric off.” Eric watched as Max pushed his cock into Stacy, making her moan. The vibrations rumbled against his dick, nearly making him explode. He felt Stacy suck harder then meet Max thrust for thrust. She was so responsive, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her, too. “Oh God, you’re beautiful,” Max stated as he thrust harder, increasing his tempo while he massaged her breasts. “I’m gonna come, baby. You’re incredible,” Eric exclaimed then rocked his hips and exploded inside her mouth. She sucked him harder as Max grabbed hold of her hips, lifted, then plunged in deeper. Stacy opened her mouth, releasing Eric as she moaned louder. ****

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Max couldn’t slow down. Watching Stacy sucking on Eric’s cock made him imagine her doing that to him. His dick responded, and so did his need to possess every inch of her. He seated himself balls deep, stroking as her vaginal muscles gripped him harder. He was practically growling from the tightness, and he felt about ready to explode. He begged himself in his mind to just thrust a few more times. He needed it and wanted her so bad it ached deep within his chest. The realization that he was falling for Stacy struck a chord in him. Ours. You belong to us. He tried not to come. He focused on the delicate butterfly tattoo near her hip bone. It was feminine and tiny, just like her. He leaned his body completely over hers and slowed his pace. He took her face between his hands and kissed her mouth as he ground his hips. He felt Stacy’s legs wrap around his waist. Her hands covered his hands. He lifted them, placing her hands above her head. He held her gaze while he thrust down into her. He was on his knees and wanted to get as far inside of her as he could. But he didn’t want to hurt her. Max knew he was a large man, and as much as he needed to claim her like this, he also wanted to show her that this meant something to him. They entwined their fingers. He listened to her catch her breath after every thrust. She moaned but held his gaze, appearing to be locked in the moment and in the connection they shared. He couldn’t go on like this much longer. He was at his wit’s end. He began to pick up his pace. The bed rocked and squeaked beneath them. Stacy pushed her chest out toward him, arching her back, and he took that moment to latch on to her nipple. She screamed, and he felt her orgasm. It was hot and vibrated against his shaft. Thrust for thrust, she continued to amaze him, and he lost it. He exploded inside of her, releasing his seed as her vaginal walls sucked him until it was too sensitive to move. He leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled, and so did he. “Incredible,” she whispered. You sure are.

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**** It was six thirty in the morning when both Max and Eric headed out of Stacy’s cottage. They both had to get ready for work. Stacy was smiling wide after taking a shower and discovering that not only was she sexually satisfied, but easily stimulated by mere thoughts of Max and Eric. She was so not going to be able to resist their charms. She just better not go and fall in love with them. They were perfect, but this type of relationship had never even been a fantasy for her, never mind reality. Plus she feared the public repercussions. People could be cruel. Not that she had ever been a follower, but she did have a lot of trouble following because she wouldn’t be like the other women at work and use her pussy to move up the corporate ladder. Thinking about that part of her body brought back thoughts of both Eric and Max. They were gone less than an hour, and she was missing them. At eight thirty, her cell phone rang, and she figured it was one of them. Both men added her contact information into their cell phones before they left his morning. That was another example of this reality. She just had incredible sex with two men who she just met and didn’t even know their cell phone or house numbers. Yikes. “Hello.” “Stacy, it’s Millie.” “Millie, what’s wrong? You sound upset.” “I am upset. Some asshole who I think is working for your boss just questioned me outside the shop this morning. He was waiting for me, Stacy.” “Oh my God. What did he want?” “He wanted to know where you were? He was trying to push me to tell him. He even threatened me.” “Oh shit, Millie. Are you okay? Did he touch you? Did you call the police or investigator Pellot?” “No. I wanted to talk to you first and warn you.”

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“This is so out of control. What am I going to do? I don’t want these men bothering you or Anna.” “I know you don’t. What are you going to do?” “I want you to call the investigator and tell him what just happened. I don’t want you taking any chances. This guy could come back and try to hurt you to get to me. I won’t allow that to happen,” Stacy stated just as she heard the front porch door open. She turned around and saw Marie. The woman looked like she had heard everything. “Call the investigator then have him call me.” “Okay, Stacy. Be safe.” “You, too, honey.” “What happened to Millie? Someone hurt her trying to find out where you are?” Stacy shook her head. “Some guy threatened her to get her to give up my location. She handled it well.” “He threatened her? Was it your boss? Did he touch her?” “No, Marie. It seems like it might have been some guy he hired to find me. I told Millie to call the police or the investigator. They’ll help. If this continues, I may have to head back to New York.” “You can’t leave here. That man will hurt you or worse.” “I won’t bring any trouble this way. I also won’t stand by and allow my friends to be harassed because of something I did.” “What you did was brave, and you are not at fault. At least here you have Eric and Max. They’ll protect you if trouble comes a looking.” Stacy was surprised by Marie’s statement. Did she know that both men stayed here last night? She felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. “Stop those thoughts right now. I may look like some old lady to you, but I’ve been around these parts for years. I know how it works between some men and some particular women. It may be out of the traditional type of relationships you’re familiar with, but that doesn’t

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lessen the intensity or the love between two men and one woman or three and four, or whatever number of men to one woman. I’ve witnessed more love and commitment in ménage marriages than the traditional marriages between one man and one woman. Now I’m not telling you what to do, Stacy, but I know these men. They want you as their own. Max and Eric Cantrell’s family were part of the first settlers in this town. That’s why they own the largest ranch and bring in the greatest financial support as well. They are good men, honorable men that have served the people of Pearl and maintained safety and peace along with it.” “That is very noble and I respect that, which is also why I won’t bring any sort of trouble to town. I don’t know why Barry is committed to harassing me. I remember how he was at work. He always gets what he wants. He would hound clients sometimes to get the contracts. He and his father-in-law gained the nickname “piranhas” for good reasons. I just don’t understand what he wants from me. I left the job. I didn’t press charges.” Marie moved closer to Stacy. “You’re a very beautiful woman. You are sweet and very smart. Some men find that irresistibly sexy and want to possess someone of that stature to show off or even exploit. It could be as simple as what you say, and that is that he wants you like a possession or prize. But also, keep in mind that he’s taken some sick and inappropriate actions in gaining you as his prize, and that’s where the concern should be. He’s a suspect in three murders whether the investigators have evidence or not. This is not something to handle on your own, Stacy. Stay here where Max and Eric can protect you.” Stacy nibbled her bottom lip. Everything that Marie stated was true, but staying here and leaning on two men that could possibly break her heart caused almost as much fear as returning to New York. “Talk to me, Stacy. What are you so afraid of about Max and Eric?” Marie asked.

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Stacy felt a bit embarrassed having this discussion with Millie’s aunt, but what choice did she really have? The woman was demanding and seemed to know exactly what Stacy was thinking. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” Stacy asked as she walked over toward the coffeepot and began to pour a cup for herself. “Sure. Then we can sit down and talk this through.” Stacy smiled, poured the two cups of coffee, then brought them over to the table. Marie took out the creamer and sugar. “Okay, start talking,” Marie stated before she took a sip from the cobalt-blue coffee cup. Stacy inhaled. “I never even knew that ménage relationships existed. I mean, two men with one woman? How can that work? How can they get along and not become jealous or love one more than the other? How do they commit to more than one man? I’ve never even had a relationship with a man before. Technically speaking, any relationship with any man in my life has ended badly. They’ll get bored, and they’ll move on. I don’t think I can risk that.” “I think these are questions for you to ask Eric and Max. They were raised by multiple fathers and one mother. They understand what commitment this type of relationship entails. What have you got to lose in giving it a try?” Marie asked, sipping her coffee and looking relaxed. Marie really was a nice person. She was just tough, and that was more than likely from living on the farm. Stacy smiled. “I like them a lot. What’s not to like? They’re gorgeous, they seem protective and caring.” “They stayed over here last night,” Marie added, looking at Stacy over the rim of her coffee mug. Stacy’s mouth gaped open then closed real quick. There wasn’t much she could say to that. She felt her cheeks blush, and then she took a sip from her own coffee cup and looked toward the front porch. She could see Ron walking toward the cottage. “I think Ron is looking for you,” Stacy stated, and Marie laughed.

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“Ain’t that good timing?” she teased then stood up from the table. She took her mug over to the sink and washed it out then placed it on the drying rack. “You’re a grown woman, and they’re grown men. What you do is your business. But let me just warn you that you shouldn’t keep any information about New York from them. They’ll find out sooner or later, and keeping secrets from those you love can damage a relationship meant to last.” “Love? I hardly know them and I can handle this myself.” “Whatever, New York.” Marie glanced at the clock on the wall and met Ron by the door right before he was about to knock. “You best get a move on it if you’re planning on working today. Camp is going to start in a week. The day after Fourth of July and tomorrow you start cooking for the Cantrells.” “I’m not cooking for them!” Stacy stated as she stood from her seat and hurried across the room. “I gave my word that you would be there to cook for them tomorrow night. The pay is real good, too, so don’t pass this up.” “Morning, Stacy. How are you doing today?” Stacy smiled and said good morning to Ron as she eyed Marie as if wanting to reprimand her but chose not to. Marie chuckled then walked out of the cottage. **** Max was driving down the side streets of town when he noticed Gutry and another guy leaning against the side of a pickup truck. There were numerous items in the bed of the truck from what Max could see. Max didn’t care for Gutry one bit. Not when he was working for the family on the Triple C and definitely not after the way he went after Stacy. The thought of that man touching Stacy made him angry. Gutry had always drank too much, screwed around with women and got into trouble in a town outside of Pearl and wasn’t

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reliable. Charlie and Ben had felt bad for Gutry because he was a loner and begged for work. The Cantrell’s were good people that tried to help others the best they could. It was why Max decided to follow his father’s footsteps in becoming a lawman. It’s why Max decided to follow their other dad’s footsteps and help on the ranch. The Triple C was a family business and the town of Pearl was established by the Cantrell name decades ago. Max looked back toward Gutry and the other guy. Gutry caught Max’s gaze and gave Max a dirty look before he tapped his friend’s shoulder. Max noticed that the friend was looking inside the bed of the truck. His deputy instincts warned him that they could have been looking to steal something. But right now, they were walking away from the truck and around the corner. Max wondered what Gutry and his friend were up to. There had been a few robberies around town. Maybe Gutry and the other guy should be on the list of suspects? Max pulled the patrol car over behind the pickup truck. He would go inside the convenient store to see if Mr. Wilkins knew the guy that was with Gutry. That would be a start. Then later on maybe he could go see Stacy. He thought about her immediately after seeing Gutry. He just didn’t like the way Gutry paid so much attention to Stacy when she went to town. **** After talking with Investigator Pellot from New York, Stacy began to paint her living room. She decided to start there and make her way toward the bedrooms. The kitchen would be painted next, and by the time she made it to her bedroom, the smell of paint wouldn’t be so bad in the living room and she could sleep there until her bedroom was finished. As she painted the trim in the top corner of the ceiling, she thought about her conversation with Investigator Pellot. He had been very concerned over the incident with Millie and had decided to have her watched for a few days to ensure that the creepy guy

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wouldn’t return. Pellot had his suspicions about who the man might be that threatened Millie. He also stated that they found another young woman whom Weiner had harassed and attempted to sexually assault from five years ago. If she pressed charges, then there would be two of them to help build a case against Barry Weiner. Investigator Pellot also expressed concern over Stacy’s well-being. He warned her to stay alert to any new strangers in town or hanging around the streets. She was to call if Barry Weiner contacted her. If anyone or anything appeared suspicious, then she should call her boyfriend, the deputy. She hadn’t expected him to say anything like that, and she immediately told Pellot that the deputy was not her boyfriend. He continued to explain how Deputy Cantrell told him that he would watch over her and protect her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what the investigator might have assumed from Max’s statement. Then again, she really didn’t care. She focused on painting the ceiling to the living room. She had already spent a good hour or so taping the ceiling and the molding. As she began to paint, she realized that the light-beige color added warmth and sophistication to the room and she hoped a feeling of welcoming and comfort. She already knew what furniture she would purchase once she budgeted out her money. She didn’t want to spend too much until she was certain that she had a job lined up. That thought brought on more thoughts of Max and Eric. How could she possibly work for them and cook for them and their cousins? She wasn’t even sure how to react when she saw them next. Part of her missed them terribly, and part of her was angry at Max for invading her privacy and telling the investigator that she was his girlfriend. The sound of her cell phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. She quickly reached back into her back pocket to answer the call. “Hello,” she stated. “Ah, I’ve missed your voice.” Stacy jumped and knocked over the can of paint. It fell to the floor as she nearly lost her balance and fell, too.

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“What do you want?” she asked Barry as she pulled the halfempty gallon of paint off of the drop cloth she had lain down to catch any spills. Now she would have to hit the hardware store again. “There’s no need to be snippy, Stacy. After all, I’ve tried very hard to locate you,” Barry responded. She had to keep her cool and act like it was no big deal that he called her. She had the damn number changed and everything. What the hell. “There was no need to contact me. I’ve got nothing to say to you, and I don’t ever want to see you again.” “Well, the choice really isn’t yours, sweetheart. You see, you’ve become kind of an obsession of mine. For some odd reason, I can’t get you out of my head. I think about you all the time.” “Maybe you should talk to someone about that? Perhaps the police?” she replied, trying her hardest to act tough, but the reality of his madness was becoming apparent. He really sounded crazy. He chuckled at her retort then continued. “I really want to see you. I think if I do, then I’ll be able to get you out of my head. I want you, Stacy. I want you by my side in work and of course in pleasure. You do know how big and strong I am? When I hold your petite, sexy body in my arms, you’ll know you’re loved and cherished. Won’t you let me take care of you?” “Absolutely not! Are you insane or something? Didn’t I tell you no back at Mercer Enterprises? I mean, I broke your freaking nose for ripping my blouse and trying to rape me.” “Oh, I wasn’t going to rape you, sweetheart. I just couldn’t resist that voluptuous body of yours. You are built perfectly for me. You’re exactly what I would order off of a menu if one existed that sold women.” Stacy was mortified beyond belief. This man was a sicko. “Please don’t call me again. I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m hanging up now.” “You’ll be sorry, Stacy. If I have to come looking for you halfway across the country, I will, and the consequences will be fierce,” he

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exclaimed in an even stranger and evil-sounding voice. She clicked off the phone and began to pace the living room. As Barry’s words kept resurfacing, the fear that he might come to Texas, hunt her down, and kill her filled her mind. Before long, she began to cry then try to figure out what to do. Her cell rang again, and when she glanced at the number, she saw that it was private. She answered it even though Barry’s number came up as private, too. “I don’t want to talk to you!” she yelled then clicked off the phone and tossed it onto the sheet-covered couch. A few seconds later, it rang again. She hugged herself, and the tears began to fall. Despite her mental desire to remain calm and not let that asshole get to her, it seemed her physical body was deeply affected. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her heart pounded inside her chest. She had to calm down. She couldn’t allow him to beat her down. Stacy wiped her tears with the back of her hand and began to clean up the mess she made. She gathered up the plastic that now had half a gallon of beige paint on it and decided that she might as well head to the hardware store for more. She needed four cans to paint the area she wanted to paint and wouldn’t want to have to quit in the middle of it to run out then. As she began to carry the plastic out of the living room to throw into the outside garbage, her cell phone rang again. Frustrated, she decided to let it ring. On her way into town she would get the number changed and then call Millie and Anna to let them know the new number. She threw out the garbage and headed back inside to grab her wallet, keys, and the phone. It was ringing over and over again. She looked down at the caller ID and saw that it said private. There were also three voice messages. Now she was getting angry. She flipped open the phone as she walked out the front door. “Listen, asshole, you can call me over and over again and I still don’t want to hear all the disgusting things you have to say. Leave me alone!” she yelled then clicked off the phone again. She turned the volume down and got into her car.

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**** “Fuck!” Max yelled as he hurried out of the office and to his patrol truck “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Sheriff Wyatt, his cousin, asked. Max quickly explained the phone call and Stacy’s reaction. “It sounds like this asshole is bothering her. You talked to the investigator this morning, didn’t you?” Wyatt asked. “Yeah and I didn’t like what he had to say. It seems that Stacy’s friend Millie was being harassed for information. Stacy hadn’t called to tell me anything yet.” “It sounds like he got her cell phone number and has been calling her. Make sure she gives you that phone. We can trace the calls or have the investigators do it. It could prove useful as evidence at a later date for a harassment suit.” “Right now all I care about is seeing her and making sure that she’s safe, Wyatt. I feel like punching something.” “Just calm down. It sounded like she was pretty upset.” “She thinks that she can handle this herself. Eric and I feel otherwise. She can’t hide this information from us. If he’s bothering her or threatening her, we need to know about it.” “I agree with you a hundred percent. Go check on her and let me know if you need my help with anything.” “Thanks,” Max stated as he headed across the parking lot to his patrol truck. Max just pulled out of the parking lot when he spotted Stacy’s car pulling into the hardware store. He pulled into the parking spot next to hers and got out of the car. As soon as they locked gazes, he saw the fear and the anger on her face. He hurried to her. “What the hell is going on? Goddamn it, I’ve been trying to call you. Is that Weiner asshole bothering you and calling your cell?” he

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demanded to know, and apparently his anger was too intense for Stacy as she covered her face and began to cry. Max immediately pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. “Oh baby, I’m sorry I yelled. I was so scared when I heard your words when I called. Tell me what happened. Is he calling your phone?” he asked, holding her tighter than he meant to, but she was shaking in his arms. He released his hold to cup her face between his hands. The sight of her red cheeks all wet from her tears and the fear in her eyes broke his heart and fed his anger at the same time. He softly kissed her lips then hugged her to him. Stacy clung to his chest, her face wedged against his stomach indicating the significant difference between their heights. “Is everything okay over here?” Wyatt asked as he approached. Stacy wiped her tears away and began to push against Max’s chest. “That asshole has been calling her cell phone, Wyatt,” Max replied, and Stacy pulled away and turned toward Max’s cousin. Max held her hand then gently wiped some of the tears off her cheeks. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t care that he’s calling. He can say anything he wants. I’m going to change the number,” she stated as Max grabbed her hand and held it tight. Max eyed his cousin as Wyatt stepped closer. “I know we haven’t officially met, Stacy, but I’m the Sheriff of Pearl and Max is my cousin. He informed me about the situation in New York. We’re here for you, Stacy. My cousins Max and Eric will protect you. But the only way we can help you is if you cooperate with us. We need to know when this guy contacts you or anything out of the ordinary occurs. Do you have the phone?” Wyatt asked. Stacy nodded her head towards the car. “It’s in the car, honey?” Max asked.

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“I tossed it into the backseat after I heard some of his voice messages. He’s crazy, Max. He said some things…I couldn’t listen to it Max.” Max saw the fear and upset in her eyes and had the feeling that he was going to get angrier. “I’ll get it, Max. Why don’t you go across to the diner and take an early lunch? Have something to eat, and then when you’re ready, you follow Stacy home then come back to the department,” Wyatt suggested. “No problem. Come on, honey. Let’s get something to eat. When Stacy entered the restaurant Francine’s, everyone said hello as usual, and Stacy excused herself to use the ladies’ room. Wyatt immediately called his brother Eric to inform him of the situation. He would meet Stacy back at her place then stay with her and paint. Neither one of them wanted to leave her alone. **** Barry paced his office. That bitch hung up on him. How dare she do that? When he got a hold of her, she would learn real quick who the boss was. He was already coming up with a plan. Once he located her, he could make the arrangements. Right now he needed to arrange his work schedule to be able to leave at a moment’s notice. In his position, that shouldn’t be hard at all. Maybe Stacy would call him back once she listened to his messages. She knew he was in charge. He explained some of the things he would do to her and what would happen if she didn’t call him back. He smiled to himself as he looked out the window at the city skyscrapers. He wasn’t liking New York so much anymore. With thoughts of Stacy came thoughts of the islands. He would take her away, somewhere far, far away from New York, from the United States, and from any interruptions by the stupid authorities and his crazy wife. Stacy was everything that Evelyn wasn’t. Stacy was gorgeous, sexy, and sophisticated. Why couldn’t

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she have just allowed him his way to begin with? Her stubbornness would be fun to break. It wouldn’t be easy, but he liked a good fight. He knew how he would restrain her. He would handcuff her to their bed, the bed that he would make love to her over and over again in. Her body was a work of art. He wouldn’t want to scar it in any way, but he was prepared to train her to obey his every command. He closed his eyes as thoughts of Stacy filled his mind. His dick was hard since the phone call a few minutes ago. Damn, he wished he knew where she was right now. He would find her, grab her wrists, throw her down on her bed or against a wall, wherever she was, and punish her. He remembered the feel of her big breasts in his hands. They spilled over his palms and fingers no matter how hard he grabbed them attempting to cup the entire breast. She screamed, but he knew it was just an act. Even the way she dressed so conservatively for work was just an act. She would be his submissive little woman. His cock grew harder and to the point of being unbearable. He locked his door to his office sat down in the chair behind his desk and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock from confinement and stroked it slowly. He wanted to fantasize about Stacy. He could practically smell her unique perfume. It was never pungent or overwhelming. It was sweet and light just like her. He imagined her in one of those knee-length pencil skirts she wore to work. There was a short slip in the back that fell level to the back of her knees. He’d grab her by her hair, shove her shoulders and breasts to his desk, then rip the material of her skirt straight up the middle. She wore thong panties, he was certain of that. He never noticed panty lines on her ass in any skirt or dress pants she wore. The globes of her ass were perfectly round. For such a tiny thing, she sure did have a nice, plump ass. As his fingers dug in to spread her cheeks, he knew he wouldn’t feel bone. He hated a boney ass. Barry stroked his cock faster just imagining his Stacy in such a submissive position. He’d spank her for being recalcitrant. Then he’d spread her wide as he leaned his body over hers and whispered in her

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ear. You’re mine. You belong to me. I own this ass and every inch of you, including your soul. Then he’d plunge inside her pussy from behind and fuck her hard and fast. Barry pumped his fingers faster over his shaft. The pre-cum began to lubricate his fingers. He felt himself losing control of his breath. He panted then reclaimed his composure. He couldn’t allow her to have any control of him. He would be her master, her one and only lover ever. He saw her face in his mind. Her cheek was pressed against the papers on his desk, her mouth open, moaning for him to fuck her harder and thrust faster. His balls slammed against her cheeks, echoing across the room. He held a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back toward him, making her scream her orgasm while she proclaimed her love for him. He exploded inside of her, filling her with his seed and possessing her in every way. They were bound now. They were one for all eternity. The sound of the intercom interrupted his fantasy as Barry jumped forward in his seat. He ejaculated all over his hands and his desk. “Fuck!” He reached for some tissues and quickly cleaned himself up then pressed the buzzer. His stupid, ugly secretary better have had a good reason for interrupting him. He hated the bitch, but his father-in-law liked her a lot. Susie was annoying and all prim and proper. Barry’s wife Evelyn had made sure that Barry got the ugliest secretary in the company. “What is it?” he yelled into the intercom. “Mrs. Weiner is here, sir. We tried your door, but it’s locked,” Susie stated, and he grinded his teeth as he cursed his stupid wife and her spontaneous visits to the office. The bitch knew he wasn’t faithful. She had to. Soon he wouldn’t have to worry about her. If Evelyn kept spying on him, she would wind up dead just like the others. Once Barry found Stacy, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He zipped up his pants and rechecked the desk. Everything looked in order and the afterglow of his release was shorter than he would have liked.

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“Send her in, Susie,” he stated as he pressed the button to the intercom. Then he walked over and unlocked the door. Hopefully the private investigator would find Stacy in the next few days. Then he could begin his new life with his new wife and put Evelyn and the others behind him.

**** Stacy stood on the front porch as Max told Eric what had happened. Immediately Eric pulled Stacy into his arms and held her tight. She tried to say that she was fine and attempted to pull away, but Eric wouldn’t allow it, just like Max hadn’t earlier in town. She had allowed her fear and upset to show in front of them, and it seemed to encourage their overprotectiveness and possessiveness of her. As good as it felt to be held by them, it was only temporary. She wasn’t stupid. She needed time to think this through and rationalize what the heck was happening to her life. She couldn’t understand why it seemed that Barry had become obsessed with her. That was exactly how he sounded on the phone. He was obsessed and under the illusion that she would be his lover and that he would possess her. As she thought about her time at Mercer, she knew that she had never initiated any flirting or show of interest toward Barry. He, however, thought otherwise. She couldn’t listen to any more messages he left of his descriptions of what he planned to do to her. It was disgusting, and she wondered if the investigators from New York could arrest him for saying such disgusting things. “Baby, why don’t we go inside and relax. Max has to head back to work,” Eric stated as he took her hands and brought her knuckles to his lips before kissing them. “You don’t have to stay. I’m fine really. I overreacted back in town. I’ve been on edge for weeks now and should really be having some sort of nervous breakdown soon, so it’s best if you two both

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leave. Plus, I have a lot to do inside,” she stated, trying to pull away from him. Eric frowned, and she swallowed hard. “I’m not leaving you, so cut the tough girl act out,” he stated then looked at Max. “Call me if you hear anything.” “I will,” Max replied then kissed Stacy on the cheek as he caressed her back. “Let Eric take care of you. I’ll feel better knowing that one of us is with you at all times.” “I don’t need for either of you to be here. Really I am fine,” she replied, and Max gave her a stern expression. She could tell that he was clenching his teeth as the muscles in his cheeks vibrated. She lowered her eyes, and Eric released his hold of her so Max could obviously address her comment. Max took her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her up against his chest. She felt his gear wedge up against her midsection and the thick metal buckle from his police belt. She knew he carried a gun in his holster on his right along with handcuffs and other things. She had to admit to herself that she was turned on by his law enforcement position and superiority. But that didn’t mean she would take orders from him and be bossed around. No matter how sexy the deputy was. Max’s other hand moved from her hand and wrist, up her arm to her cheek. He tilted her head up toward him and held her chin firmly. “I admire your courage and I respect your desire to act tough and feel the need to handle things yourself, honey, but this situation was taken to another level today. This guy’s threats will not be taken likely, and they will not go uninvestigated. I’m headed to the department to see what the sheriff has come up with. I’ll take care of getting a new phone number for you. I’ve got a friend in Turbank that works for a phone store. He’ll take care of this, and you’ll have a new number in a few days. In the meantime, let Eric stay here with you. You’re not alone in this situation. You’ve got us,” he stated just as Eric placed his

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hands on her shoulders. She jumped, her nerves a little on edge still, and Eric massaged her shoulders then leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. Max leaned closer a second later and kissed her softly on the lips. He was thorough in his kiss, and she felt his hand caress her body and cup her breast in the palm of his hand. She was lost in the sensation of how good it felt to be touched by them, whether one of them or both of them together. Eric placed his hands on her hip bones and thrust his cock at the crevice of her ass. She reached a hand back and placed it over one of Eric’s hands that gripped her hip bone. With her other hand, she reached up to caress Max’s cheek as he continued to explore her mouth. Eric thrust against her again just as Max rolled her nipple between his two fingers then pulled. She went weak in their arms, but they caught her as Max released her lips and Eric kissed her shoulder and neck then nibbled. “Damn, honey, I wish I didn’t have to go back to work right now. But I know I’ll see you later on. I’ll bring supper from Francine’s. Then tomorrow night you’ll give us a preview of your cooking skills at our place. Eric will bring you over to acquaint you with everyone and show you the kitchen. I can’t wait to taste your cooking and then taste you for dessert.” He cupped her pussy over the jeans she wore and ran his thumb across the upper part of her mound. Despite the layer of material, she was aroused and wet for him. “But I haven’t accepted that job cooking for you and your cousins yet,” she whispered, amazed at how sexy her voice sounded even to her own ears. It came out sounding like a tease instead of a turndown. Eric turned her toward him and cupped her ass cheek with one hand and her face with the other. “Oh, you’ll be coming tomorrow, and you’ll be coming tonight. Oh hell…you’ll be coming in two minutes,” Eric stated then he lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder, and headed inside the cottage. Max laughed as he yelled something as Eric closed the door. He headed straight to her bedroom.

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“Eric, put me down! What are you doing?” she demanded to know, but damn, was she so turned on right now. She never would have thought such a barbaric action would drench her pussy. “You smell so damn good, baby. I’m craving my woman’s pussy right now, so don’t give me any of your lip.” Before she could react to his statement, he flipped her up off of his shoulder and onto her bed. He spread her legs and covered her body with his own as he kissed her before she could protest any further. Once his tongue began to explore her mouth and his hands began to rid her of her clothing, there were no more protests coming out of her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. **** Eric felt his body burn with need. He was so concerned over Stacy’s well-being when Max had called him that he left the ranch and sped over to her place in his truck. He felt sick to his stomach until he saw her blue car pull up the driveway with Max’s sheriff’s patrol truck following close behind. Once she was in his arms, he released a sigh of relief, but he was far from feeling relaxed. He wanted to find this asshole bothering his woman and rip his fucking throat out, but he couldn’t show that type of reaction to Stacy. He needed to be inside her right now. He needed for her to know that she belonged to him and Max. Eric released her lips so he could pull her blue T-shirt up and over her head. The moment he did, he felt Stacy’s hands on the waist of his jeans unbuckling his belt buckle and pulling his shirt up. Her fingertips felt hot against his chest. Everywhere she touched came alive and fed the fire burning inside of him. His cock twitched beneath his jeans. His stomach muscles tightened knowing that he would be inside of her wet, hot pussy shortly. He helped her remove his shirt, and then he kneeled between her legs to undo her jeans. He leaned forward and kissed her belly then nibbled across to her

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butterfly tattoo, letting his teeth scrape softly against her hip bone. She thrust her hips up against him. “I gotta be inside you, honey. I want that warm pussy to wrap around my cock and take me deep.” “Yes! Oh yes, Eric, please,” she panted then lifted her hips as he pulled her jeans down and off her body. “Stay right there…just like that, woman,” he told her, and she did as he told. He looked her over as a blush of pink decorated her cheeks and across her breasts. Eric stood up then sat beside her on the bed to remove his boots. He got them off then pulled off the rest of his clothing. In a flash, he was kneeling between her legs again. He slowly crawled up and over her body. “Put your hands above your head,” he ordered, and she slowly raised them, causing her breasts to push forward and her legs to spread a little farther apart. They locked gazes. While leaning on one hand, he used his other to trace over her skin with his fingers. He stared at her lips then over her neck and down the center of her cleavage. She stirred beneath him, and he stopped, giving her a warning look to not move. She understood as he heard her breathe heavier then tighten her stomach muscles. With one hand, he unclipped the clasp in the front of her bra, and her breasts fully emerged. She moaned at the same time as his cock grew harder. He cupped her breasts, one then the other. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. I love these breasts. I want to suck on them, baby. Would you like that?” he teased, and she nodded her head. With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts looked perky and pointed up perfectly as if begging to be licked. Eric leaned down and lightly licked the nipple before rolling his tongue around the pink areola. He tasted something sweet. It must be the perfume she wore that he liked so much. He licked along the valley between her breasts then to her other breast, licking the nipple then circling the areola with his tongue. “You taste so sweet, baby, what is that you’re wearing? I love the way you smell.” “Goddess…it’s called Goddess,” she whispered.

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He cupped her breast and pulled lightly on her nipple. “The name suits you well. You are a Goddess,” he told her then leaned down to taste her breast again. His cock felt so fucking hard he could probably bang nails with it. He swallowed hard at the thought. It hung against her belly now, wanting inside her pussy where he could get lost and be warm and content. He thrust his hips as he looked over the feast before him. “You look so damn edible, Stacy. I want to be inside you so badly my body burns.” He licked her nipple and circled the surrounding area and under the base of her breast. She moaned and wiggled her hips. “Please, Eric, I’m burning, too,” she told him as her eyes closed and she thrust her hips again. He released her breast and trailed licks and kisses along her ribs then her belly. He kneeled between her legs and spread them wider. He pulled the black material from her body as he lifted her legs higher. He tossed the silk material to the side then spread her thighs again. The sight of her soft, wet folds made him lick his lips. “Oh God, Eric, please touch me,” she panted. “Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, loving that she was begging for him. He would make her see how right the three of them were together. How easy and natural they could share one another without jealousy or regrets. “There,” she stated and thrust her hips upward. “There? Where, baby? Tell me exactly where,” he teased, and he could tell she was too embarrassed to say the word. She was so innocent and sweet. No other woman would ever compare to his Stacy. “Please, Eric,” she said then thrust her hips again. He could see her pussy dripping with her cream. He wanted to taste her, to eat her all up. “Say it now, Stacy. I want to hear you say where you want me to touch you.” He raised his voice, and she shivered with desire. Her

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pussy glistened with moisture as his cock sat inches from her entrance. “My pussy, damn it! Touch me there, lick me there, do something, I can’t take it,” she told him, and he smiled as he touched a digit to her lips and used his thumb to part her folds. “Oh God, yes!” She raised her voice. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Tell me that you want me.” He pressed his finger into her and stroked her. “I want you, Eric, please take me.” “With pleasure, baby. I just need to taste that delicious cream of yours first.” He scooted down and replaced his finger with his mouth and tongue. He licked between her folds then plunged his tongue inside her. She screamed a small release, and he suckled harder, eliciting more moans of desire from her. He loved to taste her. He could lick and suck on her pussy all day long like an everlasting meal, but his cock wanted inside her tight wet pussy. To feel the snug grip of vaginal muscles squeeze his cock until his strokes were torture themselves. He wanted to play with her pussy longer, but he was beginning to lose his control. He wasn’t going to explode on her belly. He wanted her so badly his heart ached with need to be ultimately connected, to be inside her, to feel her hot sex. He rose then lined his cock with her entrance and pushed in. Stacy grabbed a hold of his head as he pulled out a little then thrust all the way inside her. They both growled in relief. He kissed her as he leaned on his one forearm while he caressed and tweaked her nipple. He caught her moans in his mouth and thrust harder and deeper. He felt such an overwhelming connection to her as he released her lips and locked gazes with her. The expression in her eyes struck him hard. She was his. She was so damn beautiful, his goddess. The feel of her skin, the warmth of her pussy, her soft moans and squeals of pleasure while he thrust his cock deep inside her caused an eruption of emotions and physical need. He felt possessive, nearly out of

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control with need to claim Stacy and wrap her in a protective cocoon. He loved everything about her and the way her breasts bounced and moved as he rocked his hips against her small feminine body. She was delicate yet strong. He was so much larger than her, and at the moment, he was acutely aware of her submissive position below his muscular body and the way she threw her head back in submission for every stroke of his cock inside her pussy. He rubbed his hands from her wrist to her upper arm. The need to dominate, to claim and fill her with his seed, was primal and animalistic. He shook the thoughts from his head as her softness and femininity consumed him to his soul. Soon he couldn’t take going slow. He had an overwhelming need to claim her fully and make her see that he belonged inside her always. He lifted up, thrust his hips as he raised her thighs, penetrating deeper. He touched her everywhere, unable to get enough and wanting her to feel what he was feeling. His thigh muscles burned as he used his arm muscles to rub along her outer thighs to her ass as he thrust his cock again and again. Stacy’s ass was off the bed, her legs wrapped nearly around his waist as he increased his speed. His cock and her pussy collided. There was no room to go any further, yet the need to get as deeply inside of her as possible elicited a moan from deep inside of him. The sound of the bed squeaking along with Stacy’s moans of pleasure as her fingernails dug into his arms was erotic and sexy. “I’m gonna come, baby,” he growled then grabbed her hips and pumped into her faster. “Eric!” she called his name in a hoarse voice, sending him over the edge as her vaginal muscles clenched his cock. Their bodies so close, they slapped together then apart, sounding like a suction cup. He exploded inside of her and continued to thrust his hips until he filled her with his essence. He leaned over her and kissed her lips as he cupped her breast again, unable to get enough of her. “Incredible, baby. You are fucking incredible.” He pulled slowly from her body then rolled to his side, taking her along with him. She clung to his chest, and they closed their eyes while he tried to

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decipher what came over him and the possessive feeling he had. Eric rolled slightly to the side, wedged his leg between Stacy’s legs, then embraced her tight against his side and chest. He cupped her ass then drew small, imaginary circles against her flesh. When he looked into her eyes, he saw the same intensity that he felt inside himself. He was relieved as he kissed her mouth then relished in the feeling of being wrapped around his woman, connected deeply in mind, body, and soul.

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Chapter 8 Max gripped ahold of the arms on the wooden chair in Wyatt’s office as he listened to the phone messages. The sound of the voice of the caller gave him the chills. “You can’t hide from me Stacy. I’m watching you at all times. I know who you’re with and those you hold close to you. I can’t wait until we can be together alone. No interruptions, no prying eyes, and just you and me, Stacy. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I want to feel those full round breasts in the palms of my hands. I want to lick every inch of your skin and make you come so hard that you’ll scream my name. You belong to me you know that don’t you. They’ll never be any others. I have lots of plans for us you’ll see.” The distorted voice filled the air around the small office. It took every ounce of inner strength to not lose it as the voice continued to describe his plans for Stacy. It was torture to listen to it. No wonder Stacy was such a wreck, and she hadn’t even listened to the last calls. This sick bastard talked about tying her up and having his way with her. Just because he used a voice distorter, they wouldn’t be able to prove it was her boss. Max listen for some sign or indication that it was Barry, though there was no mention of the office or the attempted assault. The investigator from the DA’s office wanted the phone and the recordings. Wyatt had already spoken to him once he listened to the recordings himself. Wyatt even suggested that Max not hear them at all, but of course, he insisted. He was a deputy of this town and a protector to all the citizens. Stacy was his woman, and he had the right to know exactly what was happening in this case.

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“Sick fuck, ain’t he?” Wyatt stated as he stopped the last message. Max was trying to remain calm. He wanted to see Stacy, but he knew he would have to wait until tonight. At least Eric was with her and hopefully loving her and destroying her need to be so damn independent. “What did the investigator say?” “He’s sending a representative from the state police to meet one of our guys at the border of Turbank. There’s the forensics lab about forty minutes north of there. They’ll analyze it and get back to the investigator.” “Do you want me to take it to the trooper?” Max asked. “It’s up to you, Max, but I was going to send Clyde. I think you want to go be with Stacy. There’s no need for you to wait three hours. Just leave at four instead of five. Go be with her and get her to see that she has protection here. In the meantime, I’ve got some pictures of this asshole off the Internet and new ones being mailed over from New York. I can get anything you want on this guy. I’ve got some friends in New York, too. So if you’ll let me, we can see what type of individual we’re dealing with and get prepared.” “Didn’t the agents give us some info on this asshole already?” Max asked. “I like to do my own investigating. That way there ain’t no surprises waiting to jump out at us. You don’t worry about a thing. Just keep an eye on your woman.” “We’re hoping that she’ll take the job as the cook.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. I hope she can cook. I’m getting tired of going out to dinner all the time. I’ve had everything on Francine’s menu twice in the last few weeks,” Wyatt told him then chuckled. “I know what you mean. Marie said that Stacy’s a great cook. We’ll find out tomorrow night, I guess. That’s if she shows up,” Max added with a smile. “You and Eric have all night to work on her,” Wyatt teased, and Max smiled.

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“We’ll try our hardest.” **** Max sent a text message to Eric around four thirty to find out what he and Stacy wanted for dinner. They were in the middle of painting the hallway after finishing the second coat of paint in the living room. Max wouldn’t feel an ounce of relief until he saw Stacy and heard her voice and knew that she was safe with his brother Eric had gotten him through his shift. He grabbed the food from Francine’s and headed to Stacy’s. He stopped, met Ron, and shared the latest update on Stacy’s boss. Ron was furious and swore to keep an eye on things whenever Max or Eric weren’t around. Max approached the house and saw all the lights on in the living room. As he gathered the food bags, he climbed the porch steps and saw Eric holding Stacy by her hips and ass as she stood up on the ladder. Eric was massaging her ass cheek and running a finger along her crevice, and she was trying to swat at his hand. He leaned against the door, watching in amusement as Eric looked his way, smiled, then went at it again. Stacy hadn’t a clue that Max was watching the whole thing. Finally she pulled the tape from the hard-to-reach corner ceiling and crumpled the tape into a ball, throwing it at him. She began to climb down the ladder when Eric swept her into his arms and over his shoulder. He felt her up good as she giggled and squealed, trying to get him to release her. “Eric, cut it out. I want to finish getting the tape down before Max comes. I want to know what he thinks of the color. Eric!” she screamed again as he massaged the inside of her thighs to her mound as he walked closer to Max. He began to place her back down on her feet when she shoved him forward, causing him to fall back onto the floor and take her along with him. Max laughed, and as Stacy swung her head around to look at him, Eric rolled her to her back and straddled her. She attempted to push him off of her as she giggled, but he had other plans

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and pinned her hands above her head. Her shirt was bunched up to her breasts, and her belly button was showing. Max thought she looked absolutely sexy as could be. “I’ve got her, bro, what do you want to do to her? She’s real ticklish behind her knees and under her breasts,” Eric teased then thrust his hips against her. “Eric, stop this. Max brought food, and it will get cold,” she protested. “I brought you your grilled chicken over salad, honey, so there’s no worry about your supper getting cold,” Max teased, closing the front door and placing the food bags onto the kitchen table. Max absorbed the color on the walls and how completely different it was from the pale yellow. It looked more sophisticated and classy, just like Stacy. “I love what you did in here, Stacy. It looks real nice. I can’t wait to see it furnished,” Max told her as he walked closer to where Eric had her pinned on the living room floor. She kept struggling to get free, but then Eric would flex his hips against her, and she would freeze in place. “You see how hard her nipples are, Max. Her breasts are real sensitive. She’s so responsive,” Eric teased then leaned down and nipped at one of her breasts despite the material barrier. She closed her eyes and arched her back. “I can see that, but I want a closer look,” Max stated as Eric released Stacy’s hands. He smiled when she kept her hands above her head and didn’t move. Apparently his brother showed his dominant side in the bedroom this afternoon. If Stacy’s submissive position and demeanor was any indication of her liking being dominated, it sure showed now. He curled his finger back and forth, indicating for her to come to him. She looked at Eric first, which pleased Max. He was the one currently on top of her and would have to release her for Stacy to

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follow Max’s nonverbal order. Eric stood up and offered a hand to Stacy. She took it but never took her eyes off of Max. **** Stacy went from feeling on the edge of being turned on by both Max and Eric to feeling wanton. Both men were dominating, controlling, and masculine, yet it didn’t scare her. In fact she felt compelled to please them. Crazy. She slowly walked toward him, absorbing his uniform and the fact that he still wore his gun and holster, but his top two buttons on his shirt were undone. The man could be a stripper, but then she would have to share him. She didn’t want to share him, nor did she want to share Eric. Max stood looking down at her with a heated expression. He eyed her over, and she felt her pussy clench then release moisture under his assessment. She hoped he liked what he saw. Did he know how turned on she was right now? He reached over and placed his hand on her hip. With his other hand, he caressed a loose strand of hair out of her face before cupping her cheek and titling it up toward him. “You being a good girl?” he whispered, and for some strange reason, she shook her head. He raised his eyebrows, and she smiled. His hand moved from her hip to the underside of her breast. He held it in his palm then rubbed a thumb over the nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned, not even realizing that she swayed toward him. The feel of his large, strong fingers entwined in her hair and at the base of her neck controlling her head’s movement aroused her senses. He lowered his body and covered her mouth in a deep kiss that lasted several seconds. Then he trailed kisses from her lips to her neck and lower until he caught an erect nipple through her T-shirt with his teeth.

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“Oh God!” she moaned from the sensations. Her legs actually wobbled. In a flash, he pulled her shirt up over her head and pulled her against his chest. She opened her legs and straddled his one thick thigh while he feasted on her breasts. She felt another set of hands at the waist of her pants, moving between her and Max to undo her zipper. She knew it was Eric, and she moaned again. “How can you do this to me so easily? I’m on fire,” she confessed as her pants and underwear were removed and tossed aside. “Because you are meant for us, and only we can arouse you like this ever,” Max exclaimed then lifted her up against him. She gripped his head as he devoured her breasts, suckling and nibbling on one then the other. Her ass kept hitting the metal handcuffs and the hard, thick black belt he wore. This scene would play out in her mind for years to come. She felt Eric’s fingers brush against her wet folds from behind her. He stuck two digits in, and soon she was rocking against his hand. “See how responsive she is, Max. I’m going to love fucking this ass,” Eric teased as he licked her shoulder then bit it lightly. His other finger caressed over her puckered hole, and she bucked against Max. Max released a breast as Eric chuckled. “Fuck, she’s a wild thing. I think she likes that idea, Eric,” Max stated then began kissing her neck and back up toward her lips. “Did you pick up the lube?” Eric asked while he continued to play with Stacy’s body. “Sure did,” Max whispered. “What?” Stacy asked, sounding a little scared but turned on. He could feel her juices run down her thighs. “How would you like that, baby? How would you like me fucking your hot, wet pussy while Eric fucks that beautiful ass of yours?” Max asked, holding her cheeks between his hands. She locked her legs tight against his ribs and waist so she wouldn’t fall. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t think I want to,” she confessed.

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“Oh, you’ll want to, baby. It will feel so good, and both Eric and I will be able to make love to you at once, together. It will feel real good,” he added. Then he kissed her mouth and went back to suckling her breasts. Eric continued to finger-fuck her from behind. When he swiped his finger from her wetness to her puckered hole, she tensed up then moaned against Max’s head as he continued to suckle a breast. Eric nibbled on her neck, sending chills and goose bumps across her body. Then as she began to ride his fingers again, he pressed his thumb to her puckered hole and pushed through the tight rings. Stacy screamed as she exploded against his fingers. She could feel her cream drip down her thighs as she rode out her orgasm. “Oh man, I can’t wait. You’re beautiful baby,” Max told her then began walking toward the couch. He nodded his head toward Eric, and Eric immediately pulled his fingers from her body and undressed then lay on the couch with his legs hanging off the arm rest. Max kissed Stacy then turned her around to face Eric. “Ride him, baby, while I get undressed and get ready to fuck that sweet ass of yours,” Max stated. Before she could say a word, Eric was lifting her above him then placing her on his thick, hard shaft. She moaned again. “Oh God, you’re so hard,” she stated then moved her hips and thrust up and down on top of him. The moment she felt Max’s hands caressing her back and her spine, she began to move faster on Eric. “That’s it, baby, fuck him real good while I get this ass ready,” Max whispered against her neck then pressed her chest down closer to Eric. Eric covered her mouth in a deep kiss as he pulled on her nipples and caressed her breasts. She felt Max rub a finger from her pussy to her puckered hole while he nibbled on her ass cheeks. Then she felt something thick and cold, and then his finger slowly push between her tight rings. She moaned and tried to hide a squeal. She felt another rush of fluid release from her pussy as Eric moaned against her mouth. He released

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her lips just as Max pressed a finger to her puckered hole again. “Oh!” she exclaimed with Eric’s cock in her pussy and Max’s finger in her ass. She couldn’t believe how hot and aroused she felt. It burned, and she felt really full. She needed to move but was afraid of how it would feel. Could her body take this? Then both men pushed in and out of her slowly. They were testing her tolerance and making the decision for her. When she pushed back against Max’s finger then forward against Eric’s cock, Max responded. “That’s it, baby, just like that, fuck Eric good. Ride him,” Max told her then slowly pulled his finger from her anus. She opened her mouth to protest until she felt two fingers press through her tight rings. Her pussy throbbed and her thighs shook as she tried to continue her thrusts up and down on Eric’s cock. Max moved his fingers around, and she paused, unable to move from the full feeling she had. She gripped Eric’s shoulders, and Max talked her through the sensations. “Keep moving, baby. Just like that,” he told her as he wrapped an arm around her midsection from behind and helped to lift and lower her body over Eric’s. The feel of his thick, muscular arm pressed under her breasts turned her on and made her horny. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of Eric’s and Max’s touch and control of her. He released her again, and she grabbed for his arm to remain where he was, not wanting to be apart from either man. “It’s okay, baby. I’m just gonna add a little more lube to this tight little ass of yours. You know my cock is real big. I don’t want ta hurt ya,” he whispered then licked her earlobe and nipped it before moving back. She felt the cool, thick liquid as Max pressed it into her anus. Her pussy clenched and vibrated with desire. It felt swollen and ready to burst with orgasm. “Do it now, Max. Her pussy is sucking my cock so tight I can hardly move,” Eric stated as he massaged Stacy’s breasts. She lifted and lowered her pussy over his cock, trying her hardest to focus on making love to Eric while knowing what Max did to her ass. Her

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entire body felt as if it quivered and shook with both apprehension and desire. She felt Max’s hand against her shoulder. He rubbed her back then her spine. He kissed her shoulder then turned her head sideways so he could kiss her lips. Their tongues met, and he pulled hers into his mouth, devouring her moans. She never felt so sexy before. She was in tune to every touch and every sensation as her breasts pushed forward against Eric’s mouth, and the feel of his cock hard and thick inside her pussy drove her to need more. Her pussy gushed with her desire while Max’s tongue explored her mouth. Eric pinched her nipple just as Max’s cock replaced his finger in her anus. He pressed forward slowly, easing his way inside her. She never felt anything so erotic in her life. Two men were pushing their cocks inside of her, and one was in her ass. The thoughts and the sensations sent her body flying over the edge. She pulled her mouth from Max’s in order to breathe. Stacy lifted her pussy, releasing Eric’s cock to the tip as Max thrust fully inside of her and his balls slapped against her ass. Over and over, she took them both, feeling their cocks harden and enlarge as they fucked her faster. She felt possessed and utterly connected to both Max and Eric as their large bodies collided against her smaller one. She could practically feel their energy, their lust, and sexual need as they each pressed against her and into her. She closed her eyes and just dove into every sensation and effect these men had on her body. She no longer could decipher whose hands touched where or whose mouth licked or nipped her flesh. She was in overload as her body tightened then exploded again. They licked and suckled her flesh until she heard Eric growl then felt his mouth against her neck. His hot breath tickled her skin as his fingers dug into her hips. He thrust again and again then roared as he exploded inside of her. She held his face against her breasts while she rocked her hips, trying to handle Max’s thrusts. Max wrapped an arm around her midsection as Eric pulled her nipples and released her to his brother. He thrust faster and faster, causing her cheeks to vibrate against his belly. Her entire body tightened. She was perspiring and

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feeling completely out of control when she orgasmed. Max followed suit, pumping hard against her as he pulled her back against his chest. Eric’s cock pulsated inside her as her vaginal walls gripped him tight. The three of them were breathing heavily as her body shook then collapsed to Eric’s chest. She felt Max pull slowly from her then whisper against her ear as he pushed her damp hair off of her shoulder.”You okay, baby? We didn’t hurt you?” “Are you kidding? That was incredible,” she replied. He walked away to the bathroom as Eric held her against his chest. “You’re amazing,” he whispered then pushed the strands of damp hair away from her eyes. He smiled at her, and she smiled back then closed her eyes. **** When they finally finished taking showers and sat down to eat, Stacy sat in silence. While in the shower, both Max and Eric took turns bathing her and thoroughly examined her body. They wanted to be sure that they hadn’t been too rough with her. She, in return, eased their minds and their erections, first taking Max into her mouth while Eric fucked her from behind. With the water splashing over her head, into her eyes, and down her body, she got caught up in the eroticism of it all and got a little wild herself. She had never felt exuberant about sex in her life. She was also never confident in her body or in nudity. She always thought that her breasts were too large for her small frame and that her ass stuck out too much. There was that extra skin under her arm that wasn’t as toned as the rest of her arms despite her jogging regimen and push-ups. She didn’t hate her body, but just like most women, she had hang-ups. Eric and Max didn’t seem to notice any of those things she disliked about her body. Instead they told her how perfect her ass was, how much they loved her breasts,

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and that she had an amazing body. She felt they were being honest, and the fact that they touched her as often as they could should be a good indicator that they were telling the truth. She was starting to really like them. Stacy swallowed a chuckle as she ate her salad while Eric and Max talked about the ranch. She was kidding herself. They were gorgeous and absolutely perfect men, and she was falling in love with them. Was it really love, or was it lust? she wondered while she listened. They both had very deep voices that kept her attention on them. Along with their Texas accents and muscular bodies, they were indeed perfection. She smiled at how attractive Eric’s dimples were and how naughty he spoke during sex and how intense Max looked during sex, as if he could read her mind, never mind her body. Could they have a future together here? The moment she thought about it, New York and Barry Weiner popped into her head. That sick bastard said some crazy stuff to her. What if she had to return to New York as a witness for the DA? Would Eric and Max wait for her? Could staying here bring any trouble this way? she wondered as she suddenly lost her appetite. “Hey, honey, are you okay?” Eric asked, and she felt his hand cover her own. “I’m fine. I think I’m just tired,” she told him then rose from her seat to cover the salad and place it in the refrigerator. Maybe she would have it for lunch tomorrow. As she began to walk past Max and to the living room to clean up the mess before calling it a night, Max grabbed her hand to stop her. She paused as he pulled his chair out and placed his hand on her hip, pulling her to his lap. She straddled him as he spread his legs, making hers go wider. The little black shorts she wore nearly showed her pussy lips from being spread so wide over his thighs. She followed Max’s line of sight straight to her groin and the small amount of delicate flesh on either side of her pussy lips. Instantly she felt herself tighten then a small amount of moisture leak between her thighs. His hands went to her inner thighs

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and began to massage her, moving closer and closer to where she craved his touch. “Is there something that you want to talk about?” Max asked as he continued to massage her inner thighs. “No,” she moaned, closing her eyes as he increased the pressure he applied. When his thumbs brushed over the layer of material covering her sensitive flesh, she tightened her eyes and rolled her head back as she grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Oh God,” she exclaimed when his fingers rubbed along her cloth-covered pussy and zinged her flesh. “I’m staying here with you tonight,” Eric stated, but she was too caught up in the sensations Max caused in her body as he pushed the material aside and pushed a finger between her wet folds. “No fucking panties, huh, Stace?” he teased her, using a nickname as he added a second digit. She lifted higher and began to ride his fingers. Stacy held Max’s shoulders and began lifting her ass up and down on his lap. “You’re nice and wet for us, aren’t you, honey? We’re going to have some fun tonight, sweet thing. We’re going to make you come over and over again,” he whispered then cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips closer to his lips. He kissed her softly at first, but then it seemed like he just couldn’t get enough of her. In a flash, she was on her feet, wobbling as Max pushed her shorts down her thighs and held her to step out of them. Behind her, Eric had removed the dinner trays just as Max lifted her and placed her on the table. Before she could adjust to the hard surface beneath her, Max was pulling her ass and pussy to the edge. She heard the chair scrape across the kitchen tile floor then Max seat himself so his face lined up with her pussy and ass. “Ah…dessert,” he teased, placing her legs over his shoulders before he swiped his tongue across her flesh. She whimpered and wiggled, trying to reach for his head as he nipped her pussy lips, causing her body to tighten and release more cream. Then she felt

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Eric grabbing her hands and caressing her from palms and wrists to arms and breasts. He pulled her shirt up and off of her but left her bra in place as he continued to explore her upper body while Max explored her lower half. “Oh!” she moaned again as tiny vibrations of desire released from her core. Her belly quivered, and she arched her back and tilted her hips up, causing Max to grab a hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wider while he lapped at her cream. Eric covered her lips and kissed her. She felt so sexy and desirable with the two of them. They seemed to really enjoy her body and making her come. She wanted to make them feel as desirable and sexy as they made her feel. In an instant, something inside her clicked. She wanted them as much as she hoped that they wanted her. She wasn’t going to worry about how long it would last, just that she would enjoy it while she could. Stacy arched her back, lifted her hips and pussy toward Max’s mouth as she reached back and began to unzip Eric’s jeans. She placed all her weight on her back shoulders. She panted and felt the perspiration reach her brow by the time she undid his jeans and pushed them down in this awkward position. Eric adjusted her head at the side of the table so she could take his cock into her mouth while Max ravished her pussy. She felt every sensation as they adjusted her body to their liking so Max could have his way with her pussy while Eric fucked her mouth. She allowed it. With no fight, no discussion, no preamble at all, she gave in to the heat of the moment and the burning desire that felt as if it raced through her veins. **** Eric felt about to ready to explode. The sight of Stacy naked across her kitchen table while Max had his way with her pussy was one of the sexiest fucking scenes he had ever witnessed. He wanted her so bad that his cock leaked so much pre-cum he thought that any

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minute he would explode. He wasn’t even inside of her yet, but just thinking about it could obviously make him come. He brushed her damp off her cheeks and locked gazes with her. Stacy’s green eyes sparkled with mischief and dark desire. She was feeling the connection between the three of them as strongly as he and Max were. He just knew it with all his being. He stroked her cheek, and she licked her lips. “Open up wide for me honey, I need that hot sexy mouth on me,” Eric whispered then pressed the mushroom top to her lips. Slowly her pink tongue licked the pre-cum off the top before circling the head and licking along the base. He grabbed ahold of her head and neck, pressing his thighs against the wooden table just as Max decided to use his fingers and his tongue on her pussy. Stacy moaned, opened her mouth, and he pushed his cock inside. She immediately wiggled her hips, arched her back, and ate at him hungrily. Her hot mouth and soft tongue singed his cock and hardened it as if that were even possible. Back and forth he thrust into her mouth, and she took him as deep as she could. He was in ecstasy. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have Stacy forever in his life. **** Max couldn’t hold back any longer. Stacy was sucking and licking Eric’s cock as she caressed his balls and thrust her hips toward Max. Her cream dripped from her folds and into her crevice. He yanked down his pants, not even bothering to fully remove them before he lined his cock with her entrance and shoved forward. Stacy moaned again but kept receiving Eric’s thrusts as if she couldn’t get enough. “Fuck, I’m coming, baby. I can’t take that mouth!” Eric yelled then thrust his hips faster as he held Stacy’s head. Max felt her vaginal muscles tighten up then her body explode along with Eric’s. He saw liquid drip from the corners of her mouth. and it turned him

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on. Especially when Eric pulled from her and she eagerly licked the sides of her mouth as if not wanting to waste any of Eric’s essence. “You’re so fucking hot, Stacy. Fucking beautiful,” Max told her as Eric plopped down in the chair with his dick still hard and breathing heavy. Stacy locked gazes with Max as Max lifted her hips, pulling her off the table so her ass and pussy were accessible and he could gain deeper penetration. He thrust deep, his balls slapping against her wet pussy as her hands gripped the edge of the table for balance. She tossed her head side to side as Max fucked her good. In and out, he thrust his hips and spread her ass cheeks, wanting to get as deep inside of her as possible. His emotions soared and nearly attacked all his senses. He couldn’t seem to go as deep as his mind and soul wanted to. One look at her heated expression, the sound of her pants, and the urgency in the thrusts of her hips, and he knew she felt it, too, and needed more. She, in return, yelled at him to fuck her harder as she met him thrust for thrust. His dick felt like a jackhammer, and even he was surprised at how hard and fast he was banging into her. Her vaginal walls clung to his cock, making it more and more difficult to move. He knew he was about to explode, and he could see something in Stacy’s eyes telling him to keep it up. He had the desire to please her and do whatever it took to possess her mind, body, and soul, and especially her heart. Her eyes looked dark and filled with lust. She was going to come. He felt her entire body tense up, and he took that moment to swipe a finger to her back entrance and push through the tight rings of flesh. He shoved forward to the hilt. His cock was deep in her pussy, his finger pressed into her ass as she screamed his name and shook on the table. Max thrust again and again, and the sound of his cock slapping against her wet pussy and ass sent him over the edge. He exploded inside her and shook from head to toe then lay gently across her body on the table. ****

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Stacy felt as if she blacked out a second. The sex was so intense and hot that she nearly felt reality slip away from her. It was like an out-of-body experience. That was the only way she could describe it. Her lips were numb from taking Eric’s hard cock down her throat. He had been a little rough, but damn it, she wanted it that way and could have taken him even rougher. It was insane. Her pussy felt swollen, and her legs were weak. “Are you okay, baby?” Eric asked as he brought the washcloth to her face and neck. He caressed it against her skin, the cool cloth causing goose bumps along her flesh. “You’re so sexy, baby. I love this body,” Eric stated, tracing a nipple with his finger then cupping her breast. He pushed the lace bra to the side and leaned down to suckle a breast. She moaned, and for crying out loud, she felt the moisture leak from her pussy. Then she felt Max’s cock move inside of her. They both moaned. “Oh man, she’s going to kill us both. I can feel her pussy grabbing my cock,” Max teased as he lifted from his forearms. Stacy moaned as Eric washed her belly then lower. Max gave another thrust before he gently pulled from her body. She was shocked when he leaned down and kissed her pussy. Her entire body tingled, and her heart soared. I love these guys. She tensed as the men pulled their pants on. It was Eric who took her hand to help her up. “No, don’t move me. Just get me a blanket and I’ll stay right here,” she stated with her eyes closed. She was content and exhausted. Max chuckled along with Eric. “Come on, honey. We’ll take a quick shower and get to bed. It’s been a long day,” Max told her as Eric lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room.

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Chapter 9 It was three o’clock in the morning when Barry walked into his home. He had been so sexually frustrated that he wound up at Teressa’s apartment. He’d fucked her a few times over the last few months while he was trying to get to know Stacy. Teressa had been his access to information on Stacy and whether she was dating anyone or even liked men. Stacy seemed so untainted and not promiscuous in any way, and that turned Barry on even more. He had enough sexual experience for the two of them. In fact, her innocence and youth would make her a good student in bed. Thoughts of restraining her made his dick hard again. Teressa just took off the edge tonight. It was becoming unbearable to live like this and without his woman. He had to locate Stacy soon. He was beginning to feel as if he could lose his mind. Didn’t his phone messages today entice her? Perhaps she was playing hard to get. She was special, and she would be his prize possession. “Late meeting?” his wife Claire asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and began to take off his dress shoes. He was annoyed that he had to live with her, never mind sleep in the same bed. “Yeah,” he replied, and she turned on the bedside light. He tossed a glance over his shoulder at her. He hated the bitch. If he could get rid of her, he would. But her damn father had more money than God. He would never get away with killing her. Instead he just ignored her best he could, and he would grin and bear it. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sniffed the air. “You’re lying to me. I can smell the cheap perfume on you. Who were you fucking tonight, Barry?” she asked, sounding disgusted and

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annoyed. For a moment, he cringed thinking that if she divorced him, he would lose out on a lot of money. That was money he needed to disappear with Stacy and begin a new life. He better tread carefully. “Who the fuck is she?” Claire yelled, and he was surprised at her outburst and aggression. His dick hardened. He thought about showing his wife who was boss. What would she do if he threw her onto her stomach, forced her thighs open, and fucked her from behind? The prim and proper bitch would probably run to daddy and claim that Barry had assaulted her. All these bitches were the same. They asked to be fucked, and then when he fucked them, they cried rape or assault. “I’m tired, Claire. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.” She was on her knees crawling across the bed to him. She sat behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He tensed. He really hated her. She was boring, and fucking her was torture. “I’m just concerned, Barry. You’ve been acting strangely for weeks now. Are you still upset over that woman from work who broke your nose?” He tightened under her hands then forced himself to relax. “Maybe a little. Let me go shower so I can get a few hours sleep before it’s time to get up for work.” He went to get up, but she stopped him. He felt her breath against his neck as she squeezed his shoulders. “I want you to stop whatever it is you’re doing. I know you’re up to something. I know about the women and about Stacy. If you drop everything now, I’ll forget all of it and we can move on with our marriage. If you continue to lie to me and cheat on me, we’re through.” He was shocked as he glanced up to her. He held her gaze and didn’t even feel compelled to lie to her, but he knew he had to. “Honey, what are you talking about? What other women? And Stacy? What about Stacy? She’s the one who caused all the problems at work. Claire. I’m tired and I’m not in the mood for one of your

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fantasies or accusations about me being unfaithful to you. So go to bed and I’ll forget all about this conversation.” He dismissed her and was firm in his statement. She looked a little embarrassed then blushed. “You didn’t say anything about the nightgown I’m wearing.” He looked her over. The pale-pink silk was more appealing than her skin. Her breasts were so small that the cups sagged. She needed the larger size because her belly sagged. He found her inability to take care of her body a total turn-off. He didn’t mind large women as long as they kept themselves neat and attractive. His wife was lazy, and that extra weight she had was from being inactive. “It looks nice, Claire.” She moved across his lap and straddled his hips. Placing her hands on his shoulders she began to move up and down his body. “I’ll do that thing you like. I’ll try really hard this time,” she offered, and he swallowed hard. He could let her give him a blow job. It wouldn’t hurt. But she didn’t like doing that. She never finished and usually started gagging after a few strokes. “You don’t have to do that, honey. I know you don’t like it. I won’t force you to do something you don’t like,” he told her, and she smiled. “I’ll let you do whatever you want tonight. I’ll let you use the ropes,” she stated, and his dick hardened beneath her. “Okay, baby. Go lay on the bed and I’ll get the ropes.” She slowly repositioned herself on the bed. He watched her, and beneath the dim light, he could see how scared she was. It turned him on. Her fear would feed his sexual appetite. He could do this. He could fuck his wife and pretend it was Stacy. That was the only way to get through this. Tomorrow he would contact the investigator. The guy had to be getting closer. Barry got undressed and grabbed what he needed from the closet. He had removed the ropes, bindings, sex toys, and whip from the

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bedside table a week after they were married. Claire had demanded that he remove them. He looked at her and crawled between her legs as he tied the rope to the two posts on the head board. “You really like this kind of thing, huh?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You’ll like it, too,” he told her and continued to imagine that the woman below him was Stacy. “No. I don’t think I will. I’m trying to understand you.” “Don’t analyze me during sex. You asked for it and now you’re going to get it.” A few minutes later, Claire lay naked and tied to the bed. The special bindings allowed him to roll her to her back without hurting her arms or crossing them. He flipped her over, and she squealed. “What are you doing?” “You’ve been a naughty girl, Claire. You need to be punished.” “No!” she screamed, but he ignored her protests and showed her a small glimpse into his world. A world she could never be part of. By the time he was through with her, Claire would never question him again or accuse him of anything. **** “How is she?” Max asked Eric as he walked out of Stacy’s bedroom. “Passed out.” He chuckled then adjusted his cock. Just the sight of her got him all fired up and ready for another round of sex. He hadn’t even bothered to zip up his jeans. It was too uncomfortable. Max smiled. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” “Sure is. My dick’s been hard since the first day I met her,” he smirked then took the beer that Max offered. He knew that Max

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wanted to talk to him. It was probably about the phone calls today from Stacy’s boss. Max began to explain about what was on the voice messages. With each detail, Eric became angrier and angrier. “Holy shit, this guy is sick. So are the cops in New York going to arrest him?” Eric asked, now feeling on edge and concerned for Stacy’s safety. “They can’t.” “What the fuck do you mean, they can’t?” Eric asked, annoyed. “They don’t have proof that it is, in fact, Barry Weiner. He used a voice distorter and called from an untraceable number.” “But it is him. He’s the one she has had a problem with. He’s the one who stalked her back in New York.” “I know, Eric, but the system doesn’t work that way. I know it’s him, and you know it’s him, but there’s no actual evidence proving that it is Weiner and that will stand up in a court of law.” “Fuck!” “Exactly. I couldn’t wait to get here and to hold her in my arms. She doesn’t even know half the shit this asshole left on voice mail for her.” “Like what? I mean, what did he say exactly?” Eric instantly felt sick to his stomach. Max shook his head, clenched his teeth as he swallowed the slug of beer as if trying to get rid of a bad taste in his mouth. Then he looked away from Eric. That wasn’t like him at all. “What? What are you not telling me?” Eric asked. “All that matters is that we keep an eye on her and ask Ron and Marie to do the same. Wyatt and the guys are informed of the situation. If we can get her to come work for us at the ranch, then we can talk her into staying there a few nights, a week at least.” Eric walked closer to Max. “You’re not keeping me out of the loop here. If someone is threatening Stacy and sending messages to her, I want to know about it.”

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Max exhaled then rubbed a hand over his mouth and chin. He looked real upset and as if he had been trying to keep his anger at bay. Eric didn’t want to push him, but he needed to know. “I really don’t want to talk about it all. Just know that he wants to experiment sexually with her. He described some pretty intense fantasies that involved restraining her and what could only be described as sexually abusing her. It was sick shit. He vowed to punish her for running away from New York and hurting any other men she considered getting involved with.” “What? Why can’t we go to New York and fuck this guy up? How would he like being hog-tied and dragged behind Lightning for miles across our land?” “Calm down, Eric. Believe me, I‘d like to put a bullet in the guy’s head, but we can’t. As angry as we are, we need to follow protocol and do what the investigators say. It’s our only choice.” Eric was quiet a moment as he thought about what Max had shared. “It was pretty bad, huh?” Max shook his head. “I couldn’t even imagine. Did Wyatt or anyone else listen in?” “Just Wyatt, but he was going to be making copies before sending the phone to the agents. I’m not going to be able to leave her alone. I mean, one of us or even Ron, and maybe sending over Charlie or Ben would be a good idea.” “If she works for us, then she’ll be safest on the Triple C. Let’s do our best to convince her.” “You got it.” They were silent a few moments until they heard some noises coming from Stacy’s bedroom. Immediately they hurried to her room. ****

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“You belong to me. I waited a year to have you, Stacy. I left my wife for you, and you have no choice but to come with me.” “No. I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t belong to you, Barry, I belong to Eric and Max Cantrell. We’re getting married.” “You can’t get married.” “I am and there isn’t anything that you can do about it. So just leave now before they get home.” Barry chuckled. “They’re not coming home, Stacy. I’ve already killed them.” Stacy screamed as Barry grabbed her by the arms and shook her. She couldn’t believe that Max and Eric were dead. Barry lost his mind. He was crazy. “Let go of me! Get off of me,” she screamed as Barry ripped her blouse then the skirt she wore. He turned her around then shoved her onto the bed. She kicked and screamed, trying to fight him off, but she couldn’t. He was way too strong. “Stop fighting me!” he yelled then stuck his knee into her spine as he kneeled on her. She grabbed for the comforter, trying to gain leverage to get him off of her. He forced her arms upward and tied her wrists to the bed. Her face hit the comforter as she gasped for air, trying to breathe. She tossed her head side to side and kicked her legs when he spread her thighs. “Please no! Don’t touch me!” she cried as she felt his fingers spread her ass cheeks. “You’re mine, Stacy. No other man will ever fuck this ass again.” She felt his heavy body against her as she cried and screamed for him to release her. “Stacy! Stacy, it’s Max, wake up, baby. Wake up, you’re having a bad dream,” Max stated. She heard Max’s voice and then Eric’s. She was having a nightmare. She thought that Barry had actually abducted her and killed Eric and Max.

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She couldn’t settle her breathing despite Eric’s comforting words and Max’s embrace. Finally she opened her eyes and held her hands clenched in fists against her knees as she knelt on the bed. All she wore was a tank top. “I’m sorry. Oh God, I must have dozed off and I was dreaming. I’m so sorry,” she stated, and both men looked very concerned as they settled around her. She wouldn’t tell them what she dreamt about. She couldn’t let them know how much she already loved them. “Lay back down. We’re here now,” Eric told her as he reached out to touch her. She pushed his hand away and back crawled off the bed. She needed a few minutes to pull herself together. Why did she have such an intense nightmare? Was she weak or something? “Stacy?” Max called after her as she hurried across the room to the bathroom. “I’m fine. I just need a few minutes,” she called over her shoulder then closed the bathroom door. She was perspiring now. Her heartbeat finally began to feel normal. She walked over to the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pale and scared shitless. Son of a bitch! That asshole Barry was ruining her life even from miles away. Her fear and anxiety soon turned to hatred and anger. How could she let some stupid fucking phone calls get to her like this? She thought about it as she splashed some cool water onto her face a few times. The cold temperature seemed to cool down her hot temper. She was getting so caught up in Eric and Max that she was relying on them. She needed them whether she was ready to believe it or not. She remembered tossing and turning in bed, reaching out to the empty space on either side of her. They had been with her after they made love. They lay together, and it was the first time she ever felt so complete and at ease.

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But then she started thinking about her life. She thought about the first time she ever had sex and how she should have saved herself for the right man, or in this case, men. She thought about her father and the way he raised her. He had brought her up believing that a real man had money, power, and influence. He taught her his trade, work, and things that most young women wouldn’t be exposed to for the simple fact that society wouldn’t view it as feminine or ladylike. He shoved reality in her face. Her dad figured if she knew how to do most things on her own, then she wouldn’t rely on a man to do it for her. He tried to make her self-sufficient. She was, and it was what made her shy away from commitments with men and relationships that could lead to permanency. Her one and only time having sex was back in college with Alex, and she did it to get it over with. She was trying to prove to herself that her father was wrong about men. She was lonely, and he was gone. Her father had been her rock. She immediately thought about him when Barry had attacked her. Everything he said about men with money and power had been true. She was avoiding those types of men in an effort to make her achievements in the business world on her own when Barry attacked. When it came down to it, all her hard work and dedication to Mercer Enterprises came down to just one decision. Spread her thighs to move up the corporate ladder, or never succeed. After making the wrong decision in college, she knew the aftereffects of guilt and feeling worthless. It wouldn’t be worth it. Look where she was now. In the middle of Texas, with only a little bit of money saved and an uncertainty of what her future would be. “Baby?” She jumped when she heard Max’s voice. He walked into the bathroom as she held the vanity, trying to stop her mind from thinking about so much crazy stuff. Immediately he stood behind her. She could feel the heat from his extra-large body. She felt his arm come around her midsection, pulling her back against his body. She absorbed the feel of his bare

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chest against her shoulders and back despite the tank top. Her pussy felt as if it contracted and expanded. She craved that closeness and connection she felt when both Max and Eric were inside her, making love to her together. The tears rolled down her cheeks. But it was just sex for them wasn’t it? She was the only one in love. She was the weak one. Despite all the things they did for her she was having difficulty letting go of the past and the distrust others had shown her. “Aw, baby, you’re breaking my heart. I’m right here. Talk to me,” he whispered as he clutched her tighter against him with one arm while he caressed her outer thigh with his other hand. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She felt his hard cock against her spine. She could practically smell his scent and taste his essence. Her pussy wept, and Max seemed to be able to read her body. His hand inched closer to her pussy, and she eagerly spread her thighs in anticipation of his touch. Her breathing grew rapid quickly. Her nipples hardened into tiny buds that felt like steel. It caused waves of desire to filter though her entire body. She exhaled as he touched a digit to her pussy lips, spreading her wet folds. “Talk to me, Stacy. Let me in,” he whispered then pressed a digit up and inside of her. She bent her body to take more of the finger in her. She needed this. She was on the edge and needed what Max and Eric could give her. He bent his larger body to accommodate his reach, and she leaned over the counter. Max kissed her neck then nibbled along her shoulder scraping his teeth along her arms, causing goose bumps. “Where’s Eric?” she asked. “Right here,” Eric replied from the doorway. He was completely naked and looked like a modern-day god in his perfect physical form. Max continued to finger-fuck her then lift her tank up higher so he could cup her breast.

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“Come back to bed, baby. I need you,” Eric stated from the doorway. She licked her lips, and he grabbed ahold of his long, thick erection. “Get her to bed now, Max. I want to make love to our woman together.” She closed her eyes and moaned as tears rolled down her cheeks. There seemed to be some silent understanding between the three of them. Neither Max nor Eric asked any questions about her show of emotion. Could they know what she was feeling and how deeply she cared for them? Did they even care for her an inkling of the amount she cared for them? Max pulled his fingers from her body, lifted her tank top up and over her head, then scooped her up into his arms. They locked gazes as he carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom. “You belong to us now. We’re going to take care of you, Stacy. I want to be inside you so badly it burns inside.” He leaned down and kissed her before she could respond. Not like she knew what to say to his words. She only knew what she felt inside her heart and her body. She wanted them just as badly. **** Max saw the questions in Stacy’s eyes. There was fear and uncertainty, and he didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t like how she ran from them in the bedroom and wouldn’t let them comfort her after what appeared to be a nightmare. It seemed to go beyond independence. That was something they were definitely going to have to work on. Max set her down in front of Eric, who immediately pulled her up into his arms. He kissed her breathless as he lifted her so that she straddled him as he stood. Max took that moment to remove his pants and lie down on the bed with his legs over the edge. The sight of

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Stacy’s ass and bare back in front of him as Eric’s hands roamed over her body heightened Max’s arousal. “Bring her here,” he stated, and Eric released her lips. Stacy looked over her shoulder at Max, and Max saw the lust in her eyes. He hoped she saw the same lust and desire in his own. “I’ve got something for you, baby,” he teased as he stroked his cock with his hand from balls to tip. Eric turned her around and placed her on top of Max. “She’s wet and ready for us bro,” Eric stated just as Max reached out to cup her breasts. He could feel her wet pussy against his lower belly where she sat on him. Eric lifted her from under her arms, and she assisted by raising her body to her knees. Then she slid her pussy down over Max’s cock. It was slow and torturous, but the whole time, inch by inch, they held one another’s gaze. As soon as he filled her with his cock, he began to thrust his hips upward, and Stacy lifted and lowered, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her beautiful lips parted, her eyes closed, and she looked irresistible. He reached up to cup her head and neck and pull her closer to him for a kiss as Eric gently caressed her arms and back behind her. The position seemed to heighten her arousal as Max felt her vaginal walls grasp his cock. “That’s it, baby. Just like that, ride Max good,” Eric told her as Max released her lips and Eric pressed her chest to Max’s. **** Eric was so fucking hard he wasn’t sure he would make it into her ass. She was so giving and responsive to them it drove him wild. He wasn’t a chauvinist and never thought he would want to possess a woman in every way possible, branding her his own, but for some reason, he felt like that with Stacy. He felt like some alpha male needing to claim what belonged to him, or in this case, what belonged to him and his brother. He knew this was right. He knew that he and

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Max would one day share the same woman, marry her, start a family with her, and settle down on the Triple C. They were both getting older and feeling like their dream was never going to become a reality. He just didn’t think one petite, gorgeous woman would turn his world upside down so quickly. He wanted everything with Stacy. He leaned down and kissed her shoulders as she continued to thrust onto Max. He licked down her spine and still clutched her wrists in one hand while he used his other hand to bring her arousal to the next level and prepare her body to take him, too. Eric reached down to the bed and grabbed the tube of lube he tossed there earlier. With one hand he squeezed the gel onto her anus, causing her to arch her back upward and moan. “I’m sorry if it’s cold, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you. You may be sore from earlier today,” he told her. Max pulled her down closer so he could kiss her again as Eric pressed a digit slowly into her ass, trying to prepare her for his cock. She moaned and wiggled as his cock danced next to the tight rings, anticipating the deep, penetrating grasp. Max released her lips. “You’re so beautiful, Stacy. I love these breasts of yours. You’re perfect,” Max stated as he played with Stacy’s nipples. Eric couldn’t see what his brother was doing to them, but it seemed to make Stacy feel good as she thrust her hips and moaned while she rode him. “Oh God, Max, that pinches, but it feels so good,” she told Max. Eric began to push the head of his cock through the tight rings. “I love this fucking body. I want to fuck, suck, and lick every inch of it,” Eric teased as Stacy moaned and he pushed deeper into her ass. “Oh!” she moaned louder as he pulled her arms back, pressed her chest to Max’s so her face was against his neck, and Eric thrust into her until his balls hit her ass. Eric moaned, and so did Max. “You okay, baby?” Eric asked through clenched teeth. All he wanted to do was thrust into her fast and hard to ease the ache and the

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hunger that just kept building and building up inside of him, but he didn’t want to hurt her. “It will feel a hell of a lot better if you move faster. It burns so much, Eric,” she told him, and he smiled at Max over her shoulder. Eric released her hands, and she immediately pushed onto Max’s chest and back against Eric’s cock. In an instant, it became a rush of who was controlling the thrusts. Max and Eric countered each other’s thrusts as Stacy rocked between them, chanting their names. Max fucked up into her as Eric pulled halfway out. Then Stacy would thrust back against Eric trying to take his cock into her at the same time. A few strokes later, and Max and Eric began a fast, deep rhythm that caused Stacy to hold on and grip them tighter. “Fuck!” Max exclaimed as he exploded inside of her. Eric continued to thrust until Stacy growled through her orgasm just as Eric pumped as fast as he could, trying to satisfy his hunger for all of her. A few more thrusts, and he shot his essence into her ass, riding off the last few tiny aftershocks then kissing her shoulder blades, letting his teeth glide along her creamy flesh. Her body shook as she shivered beneath him. The three of them panted for breath as Eric pulled from her body slowly. He walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, and when he returned, Stacy was still impaled on Max. He chuckled as he began to wash her and slowly move her off of Max. “That was amazing,” Eric whispered then kissed her cheek. He absorbed the sight of her nakedness and the patches of blotchy red across her chest. He leaned down and kissed each nipple as she moaned. “I feel oversensitive. My God, what have you two done to me?” she asked with her eyes still closed. “Just loving our woman,” Eric stated before he even thought the words through. Stacy looked just as shocked, but now that he said the words, he felt more at ease. Eric looked at Max, and Max smiled.

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“I gotta get some sleep. I’m on duty the next week doing double shifts in preparation for the Fourth of July.” “Oh my God. I completely forgot about the Fourth. Tell me all about the celebrations you have in Pearl. I’m used to New York City on the Fourth and hanging out in Time Square. It’s crazy there,” Stacy added then snuggled next to Max. Eric turned off the lights then climbed into bed on her other side. “We’ll tell you about it in the morning,” Eric added, and Stacy pouted then closed her eyes and fell to sleep a few minutes later. Max and Eric chuckled as they snuggled closer against her. **** Stacy finished getting showered and dressed then headed out to her car. Max left her house around six o’clock in the morning, and Eric followed soon after. When she walked outside, Ron was sitting in a chair with a shotgun leaning against it and a cup of something in his hand that she assumed was coffee. She had been startled by his appearance and the gun. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” she asked as she cautiously looked around, wondering if there was a need to be fearful. Was there a wild animal loose? “Naw, honey, no worries. I was just keeping watch on y’all until Eric gets back,” Ron stated then stood up from the chair and stretched. “I don’t understand. Why would you have to—” She released a sigh as she realized Eric and Max’s intentions. She looked toward Marie’s house and saw that Marie was working in the gardens. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Ron.” “But you’re angry,” he replied. She took a deep breath.

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“I’m just not used to being looked after. I grew up in the Bronx and in a pretty tough neighborhood. My mom left my dad when I was little. I’ve had to take care of myself for years. Anyway, I appreciate it, but it’s really not necessary.” “Max and Eric are good men. They take good care of what belongs to them,” Ron stated then gathered up his chair and shotgun. She wasn’t expecting such a strong response to her statement. It appeared that people were real close around these parts and the Cantrells were well liked. She didn’t know how she felt about being seen by others as a possession or property of Max and Eric’s, but she did have a silly feeling in the pit of her stomach that seemed to like the idea of belonging to them. But her pessimistic mind wondered if she just wasn’t needy and it took being nearly raped and now harassed by some stupid ex-boss to make her realize it. “I can drive you over to the Triple C ranch to check out the kitchen and the supplies. Eric is there and he’s expecting you. He said he can drive you into town for any other supplies you might need.” “I can drive myself, or did they say not to allow me that personal freedom?” she asked and knew it sounded bitchy. Ron chuckled. “This ought to be interesting,” he stated then walked over toward his truck, glancing at her over his shoulder as if wondering if she would obey and follow. What choice did she really have? Eric and Max were just being overprotective. It wasn’t like Barry would find out she was in Texas, come out here, and abduct her? The thought made her belly tighten with fear. Could he be capable of that? She looked around the property and saw a few of the farmhands helping out. Then she looked toward Marie. She didn’t want to send any trouble their way. She figured it couldn’t hurt to have two strong, sexy men watch over. For now. ****

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The Triple C was absolutely stunning. Not that Stacy had anything other than Internet pictures of other ranches and some she might have seen on television, but she just knew that this was unique. Ron explained about the hundreds of acres of land the Cantrells owned and how Eric, Max, and their cousins Charlie, Ben, and Wyatt maintained the land and shared an equal partnership. As they pulled up through the double-gated entrance, she noticed numerous men riding horses. They were real big men. She had thought that Eric, Max, and even their cousin Wyatt were very tall and extra-largely built, but it seemed that the town of Pearl grew their men huge. Their cousin Wyatt had been beyond intimidating. He looked like a linebacker. As they slowly drove up the long driveway leading to the two main houses, Stacy noticed the horse-training circle, the numerous stables, and there were even cattle in the pasture. She had never seen bulls or cows before. Come to think of it, she never had even gotten that close to a real horse. She wondered if Eric or Max would take her riding and teach her. She feared assuming that there would be a one day and that she would share more time with Eric and Max. Suddenly her attention was drawn to two large beautiful homes. Both with wraparound porches but one that was twice the size of the first house and separated by a big red barn. Traditional of a farm or ranch, she supposed, but still gorgeous. The main house, the one Ron informed her that belonged to Eric and Max and where she would be working, was exceptional. The white wraparound porch had beautiful natural stained-wood steps and flooring throughout. Plus, the spindles were stained the same color. Gorgeous floral hanging baskets decorated the three main corners of the porch that she could see from inside the truck. The moment Ron parked his truck alongside Eric’s pickup truck, a few men came out of the barn. “Howdy, Ron!” two of them exclaimed as they approached and both Ron and Stacy exited the vehicle. Holy God, these men were good looking. Stacy was caught off guard and had to stop herself from drooling. They, in turn, seemed to

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give her body the once-over, causing her to blush and turn away. She pretended to look around the area, but her eyes were drawn to the men. “This must be New York,” one stated with a smile then reached his hand out to greet her. Stacy shook his hand and was glad to feel no attraction other than finding the man good looking. She actually felt guilty for looking at the other men. She wondered where Eric was. “I’m Ben and this is Charlie,” he stated, and she shook both their hands. “Nice to meet you.” “The pleasure is all ours, darlin’,” Ben replied flirtatiously, and she couldn’t help but wonder what Max and Eric had told them about her. “Is Eric around?” Ron asked. “Yeah, I’m sure he heard your truck. We were going to head inside for some lunch. It’s Chuck’s turn to cook,” Ben stated then cringed. “Sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t take responsibility for what Chuck came up with for lunch,” Charlie teased as he took her hand and led her toward the main house. She noticed that Ron headed back toward his truck smiling. “Aren’t you staying, Ron?” she asked, feeling a little concerned not knowing any of these men. “You’re in good hands, Stacy. Eric will be here shortly,” he stated then got into his truck. The other cousin followed them inside the house. Stacy absorbed the décor, the large fireplace, and the huge kitchen. It was a cook’s fantasy come true. Then, to top it off, there was a walk-in freezer. Holy crap. Some bulky-looking guy was burning something by the stove. “Smells like shit, Chuck!” Ben teased as he waved his hand to a chair by the table for Stacy to sit on. She smiled but didn’t move.

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“Fuck you Ben—” Chuck stopped midsentence as he stared at Stacy. “Who is she?” he inquired, eyeing Stacy from head to toe but zoning in on her breasts as smoke filled the stove behind him. “Chuck! You’re burning something!” Charlie yelled, and Chuck turned off the stove and threw the pan into the extra-deep sink and ran water over it. It made the smoke and the smell worse. “Do you need some help?” she offered. Chuck eyed her over again. “I got it, doll. Why don’t you sit down and let whichever one of these bozos who’s trying to get into your pants make you something to drink. I’ve got it covered,” Chuck stated angrily. How dare he speak to her that way and assume that she was sleeping with Ben or Charlie. “I’m the new cook, Chuck, not the new fuck toy. So maybe you’d like to haul ass out of here and let someone who knows what they’re doing cook.” Charlie and Ben roared with laughter as Chuck threw down the dish towel and scowled at her. “You’re the new cook? I thought I was cooking?” He directed his question toward Charlie and Ben. “Nope. Max and Eric hired her.” Charlie offered the information as Chuck turned red in anger. “She’s a tiny little thang. How the hell is she going to cook breakfast for twelve men by five in the morning and cook lunch by noontime and dinner by seven o’clock every night?” he asked. Charlie was about to answer when Stacy raised her hand for him to go no further, and she approached Chuck. “Is this where we drop our pants and have a pissing contest just to see who’s going to be the better cook?” she asked. Chuck widened his eyes, and Stacy could hear the muffled laughter behind her, but she didn’t bother to look, despite the added sound of more footsteps entering the kitchen. There was probably a crowd of cowboys behind her gawking.

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“Honey, a pissing contest would be the last thing on my mind to do with you with our drawers down,” Chuck stated then winked. Stacy smirked. “How about we cook together and you show me where everything is? If I screw this up, you can have the job because I’ll need to go find work elsewhere.” He stuck his hand out to shake her hand. “You got yourself a deal, sexy,” he stated, and then they shook hands. He leaned closer and whispered to her with his eyes still focused on her breasts. “Anytime you want to drop them drawers, you let old Chuck know.” “Hell she won’t!” someone yelled, and Stacy realized that it was Eric. She looked toward him, and she nearly lost her breath from the sight. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he was wearing a dark-blue button-down shirt that was dusted with dirt, cowboy boots, and a scowl that told her she was in a bit of trouble. “We were just getting acquainted, Eric. This is some real fine cook you and Max hired. She’s got a mouth on her and a body—” “Enough! She’s with me and Max. You got it?” Eric stated firmly as Charlie and Ben continued to find the entire situation amusing. “Oh crap, yeah. I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Eric. It will never happen again.” Chuck turned toward the sink and began to wash the pan. “We’re going to work together to make some lunch for everyone, is that okay?” Stacy asked all of the men, not just Eric. The others looked at Eric then back at her. “Not until you come over here and say hello first,” Eric replied. Stacy felt her cheeks warm and that stupid schoolgirl feeling hit her gut hard. He was showing off. He wanted to make it clear that she belonged to him and Max. Slowly she walked toward him. As soon as she was close enough, he grasped her around the waist and pulled her up close.

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“I missed you,” he whispered then kissed her thoroughly. When he finally released her, she had to hold on to his forearms to keep from losing her balance. **** “So what do you think?” Eric asked Ben and Charlie as they walked outside to the porch. “I think she’s beautiful and seems like she knows her way around a kitchen,” Charlie stated. “Yeah, it seems that way, but I was most impressed with how she handled Chuck. That was damn funny,” Ben said. Charlie laughed, and Eric let out a sigh as he shook his head. Ben and Charlie stared at him. “You and Max got awfully serious about her kind of quickly, huh?” Charlie inquired. “Yeah, it happened really fast. We both realized she was special immediately. You know we’ve been hoping to meet someone to share our lives with.” “And how does Stacy feel about that?” Ben asked. Eric shrugged his shoulders. “She seems receptive to it, but she does have a lot on her plate right now,” Eric replied as his cousins asked some questions. Eric told them about the recent phone calls and some of the details Max explained. “That’s really scary and fucked up. Do you think this guy will head here looking for her?” Charlie asked, filled with concern. “As far as we know, he doesn’t know where she is, but Max and I aren’t willing to take any chances. It’s part of the reason why we wanted her to come work as our cook. That way there will always be one of us around to watch her.” “That’s also a good way to get to know her better,” Charlie responded.

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“I heard she entered the chili and pie contests for the fair on the Fourth of July,” Ben stated. Eric chuckled. “Yeah, she kind of got thrown into that her first night in town. I have no idea if she can cook chili or not, but I’ll vote for her,” Eric stated. “What about Betsie Whinston?” Charlie asked, and Eric shook his head. “That woman is crazy. Thank God she hasn’t come sniffin’ around the ranch lately,” Eric stated. “What are you talking about? She was just here the other day. Wearing some short, tight one-piece pink halter dress and talking about her pies and needed us to taste her chili. She was rubbing her hands up under her breasts as she spoke and even over the material covering her pussy. She’s dying to sink her nails into a Cantrell and especially you, Max, or Wyatt,” Charlie replied. Eric shook his head. “Just as long as she doesn’t come around Stacy and bother her,” Eric added. “Bother her? Shit, Eric, Betsie’s already been asking questions about Stacy in town. She knows she’s her competition and wants to know how she can get to her. You know how Betsie is? I say you tell Stacy about her and give your woman some warning,” Ben stated. “I don’t know why that woman doesn’t get the hint that none of us are interested in her,” Eric said as he leaned against the post on the front porch. “If you recall, we all kind of flirted with her at first, and then Ben went and kissed her,” Charlie stated, directing some annoyance toward his brother. “What? I drank too much, and I was horny. She cornered me, and hell, beer goggles cause shit like that to happen,” Ben replied with an attitude that told all he really didn’t give a shit. Eric knew his cousin well, and Ben was a bit of a playboy with the ladies. “You slept with her?” Eric inquired, sounding shocked and disgusted.

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“Fuck no! I just made out with her and felt her up a bit. She’s not my type at all. She doesn’t have the goods I crave,” Bed replied then winked. “The goods you crave?” Charlie asked. “Yeah, like Stacy in there. Man, cuz, she’s got the nicest ass and the best set of—” “Excuse me?” Stacy stated loudly as she opened the screen door and entered the porch. Ben, Eric, and Charlie straightened their backs and all looked shocked at her sudden appearance. But then Ben leaned back against the post and eyed Stacy some more. Eric felt his temper flaring and knew that Ben was purposely pushing his buttons. He would be doing the same thing if Ben, Wyatt, and Charlie found their woman. The three of them also were searching for that perfect mate to share their lives with. Before Eric could say something to Ben, Stacy did. Her hands were on her hips and her expression stern as she looked Ben over from head to toe, just like he had done to her. Eric had a feeling that Stacy didn’t realize how sexy and feminine she looked. Would Ben take her seriously, or would he tease her back? “I haven’t decided to take the job as cook yet, and I think I may have misunderstood the requirements for this job,” she stated, looking at Eric for an explanation. She actually looked hurt. What was she thinking? “I apologize, Stacy. I didn’t mean any disrespect. I was just trying to get Eric riled up,” Ben apologized then walked off the steps. Charlie looked at Stacy and smiled. “Thanks for helping Chuck out. I hope you take the job. We could use some good cooking around here,” Charlie stated then walked off in the direction Ben left in. Eric watched Stacy as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him. “What did I do wrong?” he asked. She began to walk past him, but he snagged her around the waist and pulled her up against his chest.

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She gasped at the sudden move then released a sigh of relief. “What’s going through that head of yours right now?” he asked while he adjusted his legs and leaned back against the railing. He continued to hold Stacy in an embrace between his thighs. “I don’t think I understand what it is you and Max want from me. I mean, I thought it would be just me, you, and Max.” “Oh, honey, it’s just our cousins and a few of the ranch hands every now and then. You can handle five men. The hands will only be over now and then, and you’ll get plenty of notice to prepare.” Stacy’s face looked like it turned a shade of white. “Your cousins? The ranch hands every now and then? I can’t do that. I’m not that kind of woman. I shouldn’t have slept with you and Max. It was a mistake. This is a mistake,” Stacy stated then tried to pull away from him. Eric felt confused and as if he was missing something in this conversation. “Why don’t you think you can handle it?” he asked as he gently glided the palm of his hand over her ass cheek. “Sex with five men and then some? Are you crazy?” she yelled at him, and finally he got it. She thought that he and Max were going to share her with their cousins and the ranch hands. “Oh, damn, baby, you’ve got it all wrong. I was talking about cooking for them, not having sex with them. Shit! You belong to Max and I only. If another man even makes eyes the wrong way at you, I’ll rip his head off. Shit, Stacy. What the hell kind of men do you think Max and I are?” he asked then hugged her to him. He heard her release a long sigh then chuckle as she cried. Was she laughing, or was she crying? He wasn’t certain. He pulled back to look her in the eyes. “Honey, are you okay?” She shook her head as her cheeks reddened along with her eyes. “I’m making a mess of this. I’m sorry. I’m just no good at relationships with men.”

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“Nonsense. You’re perfect, and Max and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Don’t ever pretend to be something you’re not, Stacy. We’re falling in love with you, and it’s not just the sex,” he told her then smiled as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Really?” she asked so innocently and as if she hung on his every word and would believe him because she already trusted him. “Yes, and Max agrees a hundred percent. You can ask him tonight at dinner.” She lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. He kissed her back, and before long, they were exploring one another’s mouths then bodies until they heard the whistles. Immediately Eric pulled her against his chest and looked around for the culprits. His cousin Ben was standing near the barn with some of the ranch hands. He shook his head and caressed Stacy’s shoulders. “Why don’t we head into town for some supplies after lunch? I can’t wait to see what you whip up for dinner.” “I don’t know what everyone likes yet.” “They’re hungry men that will eat anything that isn’t cooked well done.” “Okay, and while we’re there, I need to pick up some ingredients for the chili. I have a week before the contest and I haven’t made chili in years.” “I’ll be happy to be a taste tester, and so will the rest of the guys.” “Okay, but no promises.” “Oh, baby, I’ve got lots of promises, like showing you my bedroom when we get back and how firm and big my mattress is,” he teased then kissed her quickly before turning her around and walking her toward the doorway to the living room. Stacy smiled and turned a shade redder. He loved how easily he could make her blush. He looked forward to later on when he would cause that blush to cover her body as he had his way with her.

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Chapter 10 Claire felt sick to her stomach. She took another shower, trying to wash the disgusting feeling off of her body. She was married to a monster, and the realization hit her hard. She knew that Barry was unfaithful, yet she still loved him. She had never been self-confident and hadn’t dated much before Barry, so she trusted him. It wasn’t until after they were married that she realized it was all a scam to get into her father’s company. Sex had never been good, and what she thought were new-bride jitters and a case of inexperience grew stronger instead of weaker. She had never thought she would be the one to use an excuse of a headache or cramps to not have sex with her own husband. She was a virgin when she married Barry and saved herself for her husband. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had more experience, then maybe she would be open to his ideas of fun sex. She dried herself off with the towel, being sure to gently rub between her legs and her anus. Both were so sore she had trouble getting out of bed. Again she felt the feeling in her stomach of disgust. She had already thrown up to the point of dry heaves. There was nothing left. As she thought about that, she knew that there also wasn’t anything left in their marriage. Then came the fear of facing her father. Jack Mercer was a stern man. He had worked hard, had barely witnessed her childhood, never mind had a decent relationship with his own wife. He would look at Claire as a failure. But how could she go on like this? How could she stay married to Barry? The sound of her cell phone ringing brought her out of her current thoughts, and she carefully walked into the bedroom to get the phone. “Hello. Yes, this is Mrs. Weiner.”

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She was stunned to hear from Jerry, an old friend of the family. He had always been such a nice man and worked as a corporate attorney. That was who she should have married. But he was taken now, married to a gorgeous attorney with four kids. That jealous feeling hit her in the gut. After some small talk, he informed her for the reason behind his call. She was speechless and so embarrassed she began to cry. Her husband Barry was calling in favors to get information on Stacy Porter. That was the woman who claimed that Barry had attempted to sexually assault her in an office at work. She was the one who broke Barry’s nose. “I appreciate you calling me about this, Jerry. Unfortunately I’ve come to realize that my husband has been unfaithful for quite some time. I’m not certain what I will do.” He told her that he felt sorry for her and that she deserved better. Then he said if she felt that the marriage could be salvaged, then she might consider talking to her husband and clearing the air. She thanked him then hung up the phone. Her life was over. Everyone would know about Barry’s affairs and his despicable behavior in the bedroom behind closed doors. Now that she allowed him free will in their own bedroom, he might tell others that she liked that kind of thing. He could tell her father. Feeling shameful, the tears rolled down her cheeks, and she lay on the bed. Claire wondered what she was going to do about Barry. Perhaps a private investigator was in order. One specific person came to mind. She reached for the phone and made the call. If she was going to ask for a divorce, then Barry would end up with nothing. By the time she was done with him, he would be living on the street or maybe not living at all. ****

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“Well, what did you find out?” Barry asked Curtis as Barry sat behind his desk at the office. “Not much. I can tell you that she changed her number again.” “Get it,” Barry replied, not even bothering to look up from the file on his desk. “That will be too difficult for me to do. There are investigators from the DA’s office involved.” “What do you mean, investigators? What for? They don’t have shit on me, and the last detective, that asshole Belogio, was a moron,” Barry replied. “Yeah, well, my sources said something about some other woman coming forward and wanting to press charges against you,” Curtis stated. Barry looked up from the file and leaned back in his chair. Who would be so stupid to do that? “What else do your sources say?” Barry asked. “I hear that the DA has contacted Stacy Porter. I’m not sure what they think they’ll get from her, but obviously they find her of interest to a possible case against you.” “That’s bullshit. I want you to find out where Stacy is. Hire someone if need be, but find her. I can’t stand living with my wife anymore. She disgusts me,” Barry stated then looked back at his file again. “No problem. I’ll get on it right away. Also, do you want me to book the night at the Waldorf for you and Teressa?” “Yeah, sure. For Friday night.” Curtis left the room, and the moment the door closed, Barry leaned back in his chair and glared at the door. What was going on with Stacy and the DA? Who was this woman that appeared out of nowhere with accusations that could land him of interest to the DA? He felt that nervous sensation in the pit of his stomach. There wasn’t anything he could do until he was notified or charges were filed. In the meantime, if he could locate Stacy, then he could grab her and

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head out of the country. If the cops couldn’t find him, then they couldn’t charge him. **** The first two days on the ranch and Stacy was learning a lot about the hard work and responsibilities. She finished cleaning up from lunch and had prepared dinner already. The chicken, tomatoes, and peas would have to cook in the oven for a bit, but she had plenty of time. She walked down the porch steps and over toward the horsetraining stables. Charlie was walking a very large brown mare toward the training circle. “Howdy,” he stated toward her, and she smiled and waved. She loved the Texas accents and the way the cowboys spoke. They were always gentlemen in front of her, too. It was nice and a welcome compared to what she was used to. “What are you doing?” she asked as she cautiously approached, being sure to keep her distance. The mare was beautiful but quite large, and she knew nothing about horses. Charlie looked at her suspiciously then patted the mare’s neck. “This is Lucy. She’s just a little over a year. Would you like to pet her?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Ya ever been near a horse, Stacy?” he asked. “No. I’ve never seen a mare this close up before,” she confessed. He stood confidently by the mare and reached a hand out to her. “Well she’s actually not a mare. You see a female horse under the age of three is referred to as a filly,” he informed her. “Oh. That’s interesting.” She replied but was still hesitant. “Take my hand. She won’t bite. Lucy’s a real sweetheart,” he offered, and then they heard Eric’s voice. “I was looking for you, Stacy. I wanted to see if you were up to taking a ride?” he asked.

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Stacy unconsciously stepped backward toward the house as she shook her head. “No…that’s okay, I was just admiring the color on this filly. Lucy is really beautiful and big,” she rambled on, and both Charlie and Eric smiled at her. Eric walked closer to her and wrapped his arm around her midsection from behind. He whispered into her hair and against her ear, “Don’t be scared. Almost all of our horses are gentle as can be. Lucy is a gem.” “I’ve never been this close to a horse, Eric. She’s so big,” Stacy stated. Eric chuckled softly against her neck. The sensation warmed her belly and made her insides tighten. She found herself weakening in his embrace. He kissed her cheek and began walking her forward. She planted her feet and suddenly realized what he was doing. “Eric, let me do this myself,” she stated firmly, and he slowly released her. He walked forward toward Lucy and caressed the filly’s neck and hair. The way his long, thick fingers got lost between the butterscotch locks had her insides burning with sexual desire. He was so hot, and everything about him screamed sexuality and macho male. Damn, did she have it badly. Slowly she moved closer. All the while, both Eric and Charlie were patient with her. She reached out and touched the neck. The feel of solid muscle and hard, textured hair hit her fingertips but when she reached the mane of hair it was soft and thick. “Wow, she’s so muscular.” The horse made a noise, and Stacy jumped but remained touching it. The horse turned its head and exhaled, hitting Stacy with a hot breath. Charlie and Eric chuckled. “She likes you, Stacy,” Charlie stated as Stacy smiled then caressed the neck again. “How about we take a ride? I have Lightning all saddled up.”

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“Do I have to ride one myself? I’m not ready for that,” she stated, sounding terrified. Charlie laughed as he began to lead Lucy toward the training circle. “Lightning is big enough for both of you, Stacy. Eric will take good care of you,” Charlie said then smiled as he walked further away. “Come on, darling. It will be a lot of fun, I promise,” Eric stated as he took her hand and led her to the stables. Once there, he helped her mount the very large and intimidating stallion. It was a magnificent horse with a shiny onyx coat and a fierce voice when it grunted and exhaled. She sat alone on top of it, uncertain of where to hold the horse until Eric placed her hands in position. He was over six feet tall, so Eric’s head was a little past the mount’s head. It was another indication of how large Eric and Max were in comparison to her. It also made her belly quiver and an excitement build inside of her. She was in love with Max and Eric. “What’s that little gleam in your eye, woman?” Eric teased, and Stacy blushed then turned away. She nearly fell off of the horse. “Whoa, honey. Be still. I’m just going to walk the two of you out further and then get on up there with ya, okay?” he stated, and she nodded her head. The horse moved, and sure enough, she felt her body rock slightly side to side. It was just as she expected. “Oh hell, Stacy, your ass looks real good up in that saddle. I’m going to love sitting behind you and holding you tight.” “Eric!” she exclaimed in embarrassment, hoping that the men who were not too far away from them hadn’t heard him. “Let them hear, darling. They’ve admired your ass, too, and know you’re off limits,” he said, and she shook her head. She didn’t like thinking that the men looked at her that way. She was touched by the compliment but didn’t want such attention drawn to her. As they approached a planting bed with a low concrete wall, Eric stood on it and jumped up behind her in the saddle. One hand went to

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the reigns and one wrapped around Stacy before they took off in a trot. Her ass wobbled back and forth, and the feel of Eric’s strong embrace and hard, muscled body against her made her panties wet. She tried to adjust her rear, which only caused Eric’s erection to press against her ass and lower back. She was completely turned on right now, and apparently so was Eric. They continued to ride along the outskirts of the ranch, seeing some of the workers and waving as they traveled farther out. Eric talked about the work they did on the ranch, some plans for the land in the future, and how he felt about her The moment they were a distance from the ranch, he stopped Lightning and then turned her face so he could kiss her. Her chest pushed out from the awkward position, and Eric cupped her breasts as he continued to explore her mouth. When he finally released her, they were both panting for air and Eric was sliding down off the horse and taking her with him. “What are you doing?” she asked as he swept her up into his arms and carried her toward a small patch of woods. She saw a thick blanket and a picnic basket discreetly covered amongst the trees. Her heart hammered in her chest as the realization of what he intended to do sank in. He set her down right before the blanket and began to pull her shirt up over her head. “I need you now, baby. You got me so turned on right now I think lunch can wait. All I want is to sink my teeth into is you,” he stated then began kissing her lips, her neck, and then her shoulder. She felt the fire within herself as well as she reached for his belt buckle and began to rid him of his clothing. He was grabbing at the material of her pants as he lowered her to the blanket. “Oh god, Eric, is it safe? No one can see us?” she asked as her heart raced. She had never done anything so brazen in her life. But with Max and Eric, it came so naturally. “No one will come this way. I promise it’s private and we’re camouflaged in the trees,” he stated in between kissing her neck then

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pushing her bra aside to latch on to a breast with his teeth. She moaned as she grabbed a hold of his shirt and shoved it from his shoulders. They fell to the blanket. Eric rolled until Stacy was seated above him, straddling his waist. He reached for her breasts, no longer protected by the bra but instead lit up by the afternoon sunlight glaring through the tree branches. “You’re so beautiful. Your breasts look amazing in this light. The way the sun kisses your nipples,” he whispered as he trailed his fingertips across the hardened nubbin before cupping them underneath. They flowed over his hands, and he smiled, looking like a child who reached in for a prize and got way more than he expected. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of his fingers, his hands, and the domineering hold. “Lift your hips, baby. Let me in,” he demanded, thrusting his cock upward and making her raise onto her knees to take him inside of her. She ran her fingers and palms over his muscular abs then across his pectoral muscles. “I love all these muscles,” she stated then licked her lips. He grabbed hold of her waist and lifted her up. “Stop teasing me, baby,” he pouted, and she laughed. She never felt so in control and sexy in her life. Eric, whether he realized it or not, was giving her quite the gift. Allowing her control sexually and to entertain her own sexual dominance was a lot to give. Especially so, coming from such a domineering man, and she knew Max on the other hand would never allow it. She lifted as she leaned down and touched her tongue to his lower lip. She laid her pussy right over the tip of his cock. She could feel the thick mushroom top, and she wanted it just as bad as Eric wanted to be inside of her. She poked her tongue out and licked his lips again, pulling his lower lip between her teeth and teasing him. Then she lowered her pussy, taking only the tip of his hard cock slightly inside of her. She could have sworn she felt Eric shaking with need beneath her.

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“Stacy!” He ground his teeth, and she hid her smile while she took more of his cock into her needy pussy. Her insides trembled with need. She wanted him so badly she felt as if her body temperature rose. The feel of his hands gripping tight into her hip bones drove her need for more as she lowered farther. “Fucking beautiful,” he stated as she threw back her head, causing her hair to bounce to the left as she began her rhythm. A pinch to her nipples, first one then the other, she pressed harder. She wanted to feel him as deep as she could get him, so she lifted then lowered faster and faster. Her breasts bounced, Eric widened his legs, and she gasped as his cock felt as if it hit her womb. Yes! Oh Lord, yes! “Oh yeah, Stacy, just like that,” he stated, but she could hardly hear his words from the deep echo in her ears as all her blood felt as if it bubbled through her veins. She thrust her hips harder and rode her man, just like the motion her hips went in while she was in the saddle. Her body began to perspire, and one look into Eric’s dark, sexy eyes and she began to explode around him. He thrust up, meeting her final thrusts as she slowed her pace and attempted to take in fuller breaths. Eric took that moment to roll her to her back, lift her thighs up over his shoulders, and shove his cock to the hilt. She opened her mouth to scream, yet nothing came out as Eric continued. He was on his knees, causing her ass to lift up off the blanket, causing only her shoulder blades, neck, and head to remain on the blanket. Her body tightened up again. Judging from the distorted look on Eric’s face, she got the feeling that he was trying to find his release just as she had, and she cheered him on. “Your cock is so big and so hard, Eric. I can’t take it,” she whispered. The palm of his hand covered her belly as he continued his thrusts into her. The moment his fingers touched her pussy lips, she exploded like a rocket. Eric followed suit, grabbing her hips and flexing his repeatedly as he exploded inside of her. His hot semen traveled through her core, and slowly he pulled her legs from his shoulders and

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gently lay them down as he leaned forward to kiss her. His cock moved within her, and they both moaned then hugged each other. **** “Whoowee, woman, what is that fantastic smell?” Ben asked as he headed into the kitchen for dinner. The last week had been fun, trying to get to know what each man’s likes and dislikes were when it came to food. So far they had been pleased, and even the extra hands had joined in just about every night. Feeding fifteen hungry cowboys was hard work. Getting to know each of the men was a lot of fun. She was stirring the pot as she spoke with Anna. It was one of their weekly calls. Lately she had been sounding kind of funny, and Stacy couldn’t put her finger on it. She asked Anna what was wrong, but Anna kept bringing the conversation back to Stacy, Eric, and Max. That’s when she tried to talk Anna into coming out to see her. Of course, Anna declined. She was working double shifts at the restaurant, and her dad wasn’t able to help out. Stacy sighed as she tried to be positive. She would ask Anna to visit every time she had the chance. She quickly said good-bye and hung up the phone. Stacy smiled as Charlie, Ben, and Eric walked inside next. Wyatt and Max were on their way. They only had time to grab a quick bite then get back to work. They were doing double shifts in preparation for Fourth of July celebrations and the fair. Apparently people visited from nearby towns and other areas to enter the contests and enjoy the rides and firework displays. “I think you mean the barbecue chicken,” Stacy offered as she stirred the pot of stew that had been cooking since early this morning. “No, I don’t think so. It smells spicy and also sweet,” Ben stated as he came up behind her and sniffed. She was starting to get used to his flirty ways. He was harmless. She knew that, but it still drove Eric and Max crazy.

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“You get any closer to my woman and I’ll shoot you myself,” Eric stated, and Stacy laughed. Immediately Ben raised his hands palms up and stepped back as Eric swooped in and kissed Stacy right on the lips. He held her around the waist as he continued to kiss her then pulled away and sniffed. “Damn, what is that smell?” he added then began to uncover pots and pans on the stove. As soon as he opened the lid to the chili, he closed his eyes and inhaled. He looked toward the others, and Stacy laughed. “Sit down and I’ll get a few bowls. I wanted it to cook for another twenty minutes or so, but I did want you guys to taste it and let me know what you think,” Stacy said as she grabbed bowls from the cabinets. She had made a few batches, each tasting better than the last, or at least that’s what the men told her. She hoped that they were being honest with her. The men finished setting the food platters on the table then waited patiently for the chili. After Stacy served up a small bit in each bowl, the men dug in. The compliments flowed as they carried on about how delicious it was. “You are going to kick Betsie’s ass with that there chili, honey!” Ben exclaimed then took another mouthful. The others added similar compliments, and Stacy smiled. The men had filled her in on the competition. Ben had also told Stacy about Betsie’s flirty ways and how she wanted to land a Cantrell. Eric and Max’s cousins had become her allies in no time. They made her feel like family, and it felt really good. “Are you sure you like it and it tastes good?” she asked. Just then, Max and Wyatt entered the kitchen in full uniforms. Damn, the sight of him in his uniform drove her wild with desire. Just last night, when he finally returned back at the house from work, he wouldn’t let her drive home. He and Eric insisted that she stay, and before long, they had her naked and spread on Max’s bed upstairs.

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“It smells so good in here, we’re starving!” Wyatt exclaimed as he set his hat on the rack by the side door. Max did the same. They washed up as Stacy grabbed two extra settings and the men made room around the large table. Max then came over and gave her a kiss then took a seat next to her where Ben made some room. “You made this, doll?” Wyatt asked after swallowing a forkful of chili. She nodded, and he smiled wide. “Well, I’ll be damned. I think there’s going to be actual competition at the chili cook-off this year,” Wyatt stated as he took another taste. “How about them pies you were working on this afternoon? Need some taste testers for those?” Charlie asked. “As soon as we’re finished with supper, I can get a slice or two for you. I made apple pie and peach pie.” The men moaned then leaned back in their chairs. “You better treat this woman right or we’ll disown you from the family,” Ben added, and everyone laughed. Stacy lowered her eyes and avoided eye contact with Max and Eric. Ben seemed to pick up on it as well as he changed the subject. “Have you gotten any further suspects in those robberies happening around the outskirts of town?’ Ben asked Max and Wyatt. To Stacy, both men looked angry and worried. “Not yet. But we just had another one, during the day this time,” Wyatt stated then looked from Max to Eric then at Stacy. “Where?” she asked, and everyone got awfully quiet. She had a funny feeling inside. What were they hiding from her? “Max, what’s going on?” she asked and noticed that everyone but her at the table seemed to be aware of the secret. “Over by Marie’s farm and your cottage,” Max stated as he held her gaze then stood up and walked toward the window. She could tell he was upset. “Oh my God, did they take something from Marie’s place? Is Marie okay?” Stacy asked. She hadn’t been by there for the last two

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days. The men had insisted she stay with them. Was this the reason why? Did they not want to tell her about the robbery? Stacy stood up. “Why didn’t you tell me? What did they take?” she demanded to know as she pulled the dish towel from the counter and ran it through her hands. It gave her something to hold on to. She felt her hands begin to shake. “Just some tools from Marie’s, and they broke into your cottage,” Wyatt told her then looked at Eric. “They broke into my cottage?” she asked. “We’ll talk about it later,” Max stated firmly. Stacy was getting upset. She could feel her stomach begin to ache and her head instantly throb. Immediately she thought about Barry. Could this be some kind of game? “No, we’ll talk about it now, Max!” she yelled, and when he raised his eyebrows at her and gave her a look that she had never seen before, she froze. He looked so damn authoritative and in charge it pissed her off and turned her on at the same damn time. He wasn’t going to run her life. She had every right to know. “Later, Stacy. When I get off work, we’ll discuss it together with Eric. We’re working extra hours in preparation for the fair.” Her blood felt like it was beginning to boil. How dare he dismiss her? It was her damn place, and she had the right to know what was taken. “It is my cottage, and my things that are there. I have a right to know,” she told him then looked around at the others. Eric looked just as pissed off as Max and both Charlie and Ben just sort of stared at Max. She got the feeling that they were on her side in this. Max pointed at her. “Now is not the time to discuss this. We’re doing an investigation and we will let you know the details later.” She threw the dish towel onto the floor and began to stomp out of the room. “I’m leaving,” she stated.

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“What about the chili?” Ben asked with a smile, obviously trying to break the tension in the air. “Cover it and put it in the refrigerator. It can be your next three meals for tomorrow,” she said then walked out of the kitchen through the living room and toward the front door. As she walked out the front door, she saw a large shadow to her right and immediately took a fighting stance. Fists fired and ready, she waited on the first strike. “I pissed you off that much that you want to hit me?” Max asked then took another step toward her and into the light that illuminated the front entranceway. She let down her hands and began to walk toward the first step when Max grabbed her by her arm and pulled her against his chest. He held her wrists with one hand behind her back, and he used his other hand to cup the back of her neck and hair. “You’ve got one hell of a temper on you. I ought to throw you over my knee and spank that pretty little ass of yours for talking to me like that.” “Let go of me, Max. I’ve got nothing to say to you.” “You just had a hell of a lot to say to me back there in front of the men,” he replied. “You have no right to keep information from me. I should have been informed immediately if a crime was committed at my cottage. Then, to top it off, it seemed like everyone else knew about this before me. You will not run my life, Max Cantrell. Nor will your brother Eric.” “Hey, don’t throw me into this fight. I thought he was going to tell you at dinner,” Eric stated, appearing from the side of the porch. He approached and took position behind Stacy. She immediately felt his warm body press against her back. His hands slid over her ass cheeks and squeezed.

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“I think you’re pretty damn lucky that Max has to go back to work tonight, honey. When he says he’s going to give a spanking, he means it, and you deserve one.” “What? Are you crazy, too? I do not deserve a spanking,” she stated firmly then jumped when she felt Eric give her ass cheek a pinch. “Ouch!” she exclaimed then tried to break loose. “You see, that’s where your wrong, honey. We aren’t trying to run your life. We’re trying to keep you safe. You belong to us now, honey. We take care of what is ours, and when necessary, punishment is inevitable,” Max told her then kissed her lips before she could react to his words. In a matter of seconds, she became putty in their hands. Max reluctantly released her a few minutes later when they heard the sound of trucks starting and saw the headlights illuminate nearby. He cupped her cheeks between his hands. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Before she could try and ask him some questions, he kissed her lips then walked away and Eric pulled her back against him. “Come here, Stacy. It’s a beautiful night out, let’s sit for a while,” Eric whispered above her head then took her hand and led her to the large, cushioned, swinging bench. They sat for a while, and Stacy couldn’t help but wonder why the men wouldn’t tell her what had happened. Was it that bad? **** “I thought you were going to tell Stacy about the break-in?” Wyatt asked his cousin Max as they walked into the Sheriff’s department. “To be honest with you, I didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. Everyone was thrilled with her cooking, and Stacy looked content and relaxed.”

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“That was until the robbery was mentioned and the fact that we didn’t inform her about the things stolen from Marie’s shed and about the window broken at her own house.” “I didn’t want her to panic and think it was her boss from New York.” “Well, we’re pretty sure it’s not her boss, considering that these robberies started a few days before Stacy arrived. However, nothing was done outside of town until her arrival. You can’t keep information from her just because you’re scared of her reaction.” “Who said I was scared?” Max asked. “Come on, Max, I’ve known you forever. I’ve never seen you or Eric so wrapped up in anything or anyone like you are with Stacy. If she’s that important to the two of you, then you need to be honest with her. I know how upsetting those voice messages were that we found on her cell phone. I understand how protective you want to be, but it’s going to backfire on your relationship with Stacy. She’s tough. I can tell, and she needs honesty from you.” “So I’m not supposed to protect her? I’m supposed to tell her that she ran from one asshole from New York only to come to a town she doesn’t know and now not feel safe here? She doesn’t need that, Wyatt. She needs to feel protected and loved. That’s what Eric and I are going to do. This is a new life for her, and she’s exactly what Eric and I have been waiting for.” Wyatt smirked as he leaned his hand on his holster. “Sounds like you and Eric got it bad.” Max smiled. “Not bad, cuz, real good.” Their conversation ended as both their cell phones rang. **** Stacy allowed Eric to lead her upstairs to the bedroom. She wasn’t sure if it was his, Max’s, or a guest room, but it was really big with a

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king-size bed. He closed the door with his boot as he held her hand, leading her closer to the bed. “I should really go home tonight. I haven’t been there in days,” she stated, and he squeezed her hand. He immediately placed his other hand on her hip then slid it along to her back, where he held both her wrists within one of his hands. The move caused her to pull her shoulders back and thrust her breasts closer to his stomach. Even without his cowboy boots on, the man was a tower. Their bodies collided as he stepped closer to her. “You should stay a little longer. It’s late, and Max was looking to see you tonight after work,” he whispered as he kissed her cheek, her chin, and then her lips. She tried to step back. “Eric, what happened at the cottage? Who did it, and why can’t I go back there?” she asked, and she felt her temper rise but also her emotions get the better of her. She was feeling emotional and kind of scared. Eric softened his expression, obviously reading her body language. He pulled her tighter to him. “Max doesn’t believe that it was your ex-boss. It could have been random, but he and Wyatt can’t be certain. It makes more sense that you stay here where we can protect you.” “But what about Aunt Marie and Ron? Who’s going to protect them?” He smiled at her then squeezed her as if her statement were out of the ordinary. “That’s real sweet of ya to worry ’bout them. But they have guns and know how to use them, plus they have Jacob, Stevie, and Earl on the farm. You need to be here with us.” She released an annoyed sigh as she locked gazes with him. He was so darn sexy with his tight navy-blue T-shirt and snug-fitting dark-blue jeans. His rodeo belt buckle pressed against her belly. “Well, if I can’t go home tonight, then just know that I expect to go home tomorrow. I’ve got more painting to do and then a few more days before the Fourth of July to prepare my pies and the chili. After

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that the camp starts, and I am supposed to help Marie, remember?” she asked, sounding frustrated. “Yeah, I remember. But I also know that she only needs you for the one day.” “I know that, Eric, but I was kind of looking forward to helping out a bit. I never went to camp, and in the city, it’s nothing like outdoors. I don’t even know how to ride a horse,” she exclaimed, sounding as if she were pouting. “But you know how ta ride a cowboy,” he stated as he gave her ass a squeeze, and she shook her head. She instantly felt her body warm and her cheeks heat up. “I would still like to learn how to ride a horse,” she countered as he squeezed her tighter and smiled. Her heart swelled up with love for the man. He was irresistible. “Have you been on any other horses than Lightning?” he asked. “No. Even the last few weeks staying here and at the cottage, I only saw some horses from a distance, aside from Lucy and riding Lightning with you. Before Lightning, the closest I’ve been to one was that day I arrived and I saw you,” she told him then felt her cheeks warm as he raised his eyebrows and smiled. He released her hands and held her tight around the waist so she could hold on to him as well. She laid her hands on his forearms, and he smiled at her. “Ya remember the day you first saw me?” he teased, and she shyly let her face fall against his chest. He bent his elbows and tried to get her to look up at him. “Come on now, woman, don’t leave me hanging.” “You know I saw you, Eric, and you know you looked so damn good and sexy. I was blown away. Especially I was taken aback by the fact that you appeared out of nowhere. It was like a dream kind of. I mean, there you were on a beautiful, huge black stallion. The sun caused a silhouette around you, and then there were just fields of high grasses and other stuff behind you. It was kind of creepy,” she added

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as she saw how his eyes lit up and heard how corny she sounded. She shyly looked down. “Creepy? You thought I was creepy?” he asked, sounding insulted as he gave her body a shake. “Oh no, of course not,” she replied quickly then hugged him tighter as she stood up on tiptoes to kiss his chin. He lowered his mouth and held her gaze. “I remember when I first lay my eyes on you. You were sitting in Ron’s truck looking so damn beautiful like a movie star. I had no idea who you were or if you’d even noticed me.” “Notice you? Honey, I noticed you all right. I noticed everything about you, and Max the first time I met him.” Then she remembered the conversation at Francine’s and then Max and Eric saving her from trouble with Gutry. “Hey, does Max think that the guy Gutry has something to do with the robberies?” she asked. Eric released an annoyed sigh. It was obvious that he didn’t even like bringing up Gutry’s name. “I know they’ve looked into a few individuals. Gutry hasn’t been seen around town in over a week. We thought that maybe he headed out of town because no one will hire him. Not after he worked for us and we got rid of him.” “Oh no, he actually worked here on the ranch?” “Yep. He was slacking and caused nothing but trouble. As a matter of fact, that day I met you, I was out mending fences that he was supposed to have done. I was real pissed until I lay eyes on you.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. His kiss grew deeper, and she knew that the conversation was over. Eric had other plans as he continued to kiss her while he discarded her clothes. In a flash, they were breathing heavy, and then he was taking her hand and bringing her toward the bed. ****

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Wyatt and Max met Deputy Kenny Jones at the Sheriff’s department. They followed the deputy into the Sheriff’s office where they saw the display of various items spread on a meeting table. “What’s this?” Sheriff Wyatt asked. “Well, sir, it was left outside the back entrance to the department. It was addressed to the staff, so Sally opened it. Just take a look,” the deputy stated as he motioned with his hands to the contents in the box. Wyatt and Max both looked inside. “The envelope on top was addressed to you, Max. Sally opened it then quickly put the pictures back. As far as the other contents, they weren’t touched by anyone. Not sure if we can get any prints off of them. Max looked at the envelope and then the contents inside the box. At first he just glanced at the thong panties and the other items until he noticed the initials on the compact mirror. It said S.P. His heart began to pound in his chest. Wyatt picked up the envelope. “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed then ran a hand over his jaw. “What? What’s in there?” Max asked, raising his voice. He knew this had to do with Stacy, and he feared for her life immediately. “Did Sally see these?” he asked Kenny, and Kenny nodded. Then Wyatt swore. He passed the envelope to Max then thanked Kenny before asking him to leave the room. Max picked up the envelope and took out the contents. He was shocked at what he saw. There were numerous pictures of Stacy. Some from New York, some at parties, and some here in Texas on Marie’s farm. There were also pictures of her in just a towel and what appeared to be her living room. “This fucker knows where she is. He’s been spying on her. He got into her house, Wyatt, and has pictures like this?” Max exclaimed

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then went through the other pictures until he saw the handwritten note. She’s all mine. Keep your hands off her, Deputy Cantrell, or you and your brother die! I can get to her at any time. I can touch her, fuck her, and even kill her if I choose. Stay away! Max banged his fist on the desk. “I want this fucking asshole. I want to fucking ring his scrawny neck and watch him take his last dying breath,” Max exclaimed, and Wyatt crossed his arms in front of his chest and just exhaled. “I understand your upset and anger here, Max. This can’t be easy to handle. We won’t be able to get any fingerprints off of this box or the letter, but we’ll try anyway. He’s too smart to screw up, but at least now he threatened you and Eric. That’s a federal offense in itself.” “If we can prove it was him. Shit, Wyatt, when Stacy finds out about this, she’s going to panic. How the hell are we going to keep her away from the cottage and under protection at all times? I don’t like the fact that this guy has an advantage of watching us and knowing what we’re up to. Where is he hiding? How come no one has seen him?” “We haven’t posted his picture or anything. Maybe that might be a good idea. We can have Sally make copies of his photo and give it to all the store owners and residents. We don’t want to post it and let him know what we’re up to, but it may help us catch him.” “We should also call the investigators from New York. He needs to be aware of this, too.” They were silent a moment as he looked over the other contents in the box. He didn’t touch the panties, but the thought that this creep did made Max sick to his stomach. This guy wanted Stacy badly. He was a sick individual.

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“Why don’t you head back home. I think being with Stacy and knowing that she’s safe will ease some of that anger building inside of you,” Wyatt suggested. “I don’t know if I can go home feeling like this. I feel like hitting something or tearing something up,” he exclaimed then ran a hand through his hair. “Go home and be with her. Having Stacy lying in bed protected between you and Eric, holding her in your arms will ease that anger,” Wyatt stated then walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. “Thanks, Wyatt. I’ll see ya in the morning.” “You betcha.” **** Eric looked at Stacy. His woman stood before him looking like a goddess. Her auburn-colored locks glistened with red highlights as the soft glow of the light surrounded her. She wore just a set of matching black panties and bra. The silky material was soft against his hands as he cupped a breast, squeezed, then trailed his finger along her curves. Stacy’s skin was perfect. Slightly tan and smooth with no blemishes, just a dusting of tiny freckles here and there. He squatted down then leaned forward to take a small taste of one particular set of tiny freckles along her abdomen. “I love these. I want to lick and touch every single one on your body,” he whispered, and he saw the goose bumps cover her flesh. His warm breath must have caused them. He whispered again after licking and nibbling until he got to her tattoo. “When did you get this?” he asked then traced the small wings best he could with his pinky finger. She wiggled under his ministrations then placed her hands on his shoulders. When she began to massage his head and run her delicate fingers through his hair, his dick stirred beneath her

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They could hear footsteps coming from outside the bedroom door. They held one another’s gaze and smiled. “Max,” they both whispered. The door slowly opened, and there stood his brother in full uniform, and he looked a bit wild. Eric watched as his gaze darted around the room and straight to him and Stacy. He noticed the expression of relief he saw at seeing them both, and Eric instantly sensed his brother’s urgency and concern. “Is everything okay?” Eric asked as he remained kneeling in front of Stacy with his hands on her hips. She held his shoulders, and he felt her tense her fingers. She was concerned now, too. Max looked away as he answered and began to pull off his gear. “Everything is fine. I just couldn’t wait to see you. I missed you,” he replied as he quickly took off his clothes. He walked over to them, and he cupped Stacy’s face between his hands and kissed her deeply. Eric knew something was up. His gut instinct told him so. As Max released Stacy’s lips, she smiled at him. “I missed you, too,” she whispered as Max held his palm against her neck and shoulder. “Am I interrupting something?” Max asked then smiled slightly. Stacy shyly looked down away from both of them, and Eric took the opportunity to lock gazes with his brother. Max shook his head, indicating that he couldn’t talk about it now. Max took that moment to move in behind Stacy and wrap an arm around her waist while he laid his face over her shoulder. He kissed her neck, and Stacy leaned back against him. Eric saw the way Max’s large hand caressed along the material of her panties, and looking up, he saw him clench his eyes tightly as if trying to stop thinking about something. What the hell was going on? “So what was the question?” Max asked as he expanded his hand across her belly.

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“I was asking Stacy about this very feminine and sexy tattoo and wondered when she got it,” Eric stated then leaned forward to kiss the butterfly. “When I was in college,” she whispered as her head rolled back and Max attacked her with kisses. “Ah, college days. Any other naughty things that you did and would like to share with us?” Eric teased. “I did a lot of stupid things in college, but the tattoo I don’t regret,” she whispered. “Hmmm, sounds like our baby has secrets,” Eric whispered as he slowly began to pull her panties down her thighs. As Eric helped her step out of them, Max covered her pussy with his hand. She moaned as she closed her eyes. Eric tossed her panties onto the nightstand then began to remove her bra. They were all naked now, and their desire to have their woman filtered through the air. **** Stacy felt as if her body were on fire. Everywhere they touched burned with such need her pussy actually ached. Max pressed a finger up into her, causing her to bend her knees and widen her stance. She wanted more. Max sat down on the bed, bringing her along with him. The move caused her to spread her legs wider and be fully open to Eric. Eric massaged along her ankles up to her thighs before he leaned forward to lick her pussy lips. She wiggled on top of Max, but he held her around the waist firmly. She felt him thrust his cock against the crevice of her ass just as Eric began to suck and lick her. “Oh God, it feels so good,” she told them, and Max pulled her hair a little to get her to look up at him so he could kiss her. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her then kissed her lips as he tugged on her nipples. He massaged then rolled the tip between two fingers as he explored her mouth. Eric alternated fingers and tongue, and the combination of sensations had the dam bursting and her calling out in ecstasy.

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“I need her now, Eric. Right fucking now,” Max exclaimed in a deep and demanding voice that sent chills through her entire body. Eric pulled from her, stood, and lifted Stacy then placed her on top of Max. She straddled his thighs and immediately was impaled on his cock. She gasped at the abrupt invasion then lost her breath as Max thrust up into her. He wanted her badly. It was obvious by his abrupt possession of her and the feel of his hard cock bursting between her vaginal walls. Max fisted her hair in his hand and brought her mouth to his. He nibbled and licked her lips as he continued to thrust up into her. She couldn’t counterthrust at all. He was on a mission to control, and it turned her on. Then she felt the cool liquid press against her anus. She knew what was coming as a burst of fluid shot through her pussy and dripped between her thighs. Eric spread her ass cheeks and massaged the globes while he licked and nibbled across the bumps of her spine. The chills filtered through her body under her skin, and then she felt the thick, round bulb of his cock against the tight rings. “Fuck, Stacy, you feel so good. You belong to us. You’re ours always,” Max growled then thrust hard and fast up into her. Eric took that moment to press forward, sending her skyrocketing out of control. Her body swayed between two massive ones. Her breasts bounced. The sound of grunts and words of possession attacked her ears from below and behind her. She lost focus as they both pounded into her, penetrating her body and her soul. “Ours!” Max grunted then exploded inside of her. She felt the hot semen spread inside of her as she lay flat against his chest, his arms like steel around her. Eric thrust three more times then exploded inside her next. He ground his hips against her rear as he massaged the globes of her ass then gave her cheek a smack. “Eric!” she screamed. Then he ran his fingernail gently down her spine, causing her to get the shivers. “I love this ass,” he added before thrusting into her again then slowly pulling out of her.

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“I’ll be right back,” Eric whispered then kissed her shoulder before going to the other room. **** Max held Stacy in his arms with his dick still hard and warm inside her cunt. He loved the sensation. He absorbed the connection and the depth of his affection for her. She was petite and feminine, an innocent in a situation that was out of her control. He knew he would have to tell her about the package and the threat, but right now, he was content knowing that she was safe in his arms and protected by him and his brother. “Are you okay?” Stacy asked as she turned her head toward his face and kissed his chin. He kept his arm around her waist then caressed her ass. She raised her legs and straddled him as she sat up. He moaned as his cock adjusted to the movement. It was oversensitive, and the little minx knew it. She smiled then thrust her hips before rising up a little off of him. His cock stirred as he grabbed her waist, ordering her to stop. Eric returned with a washcloth, and he lifted her gently off of Max then laid her on the bed beside Max. Max rolled to his side and watched as Stacy held Eric’s gaze while he cleaned her. He saw the love between them, and it thrilled him. The three of them were meant to be together, and they were going to be happy, and it would all work out. Max reached over and caressed her belly and then her breasts. “Let’s take a shower,” he whispered. “Do I have to move?” she asked, and he began to tickle her. Eric joined in, and they wound up cuddled together in the bed. “Okay. Shower later, I’m too damn tired now to move,” Max added, and Stacy nodded her head, but her eyes were already closed.

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He looked across to his brother, and they locked gazes as they held Stacy in between them. “Later,” he mouthed to Eric, and Eric nodded then kissed Stacy on her forehead before lying down and closing his eyes as well. Max remained wide awake. The sight of Stacy’s panties sitting on the side table made him think about the box and its contents. Some fucking asshole was in her drawers at the cottage. Someone was spying on her and taking pictures of her after she got out of the shower. His stomach ached, and he tried to hide the anger that was stirring again. He glanced at Eric and then at Stacy wedged between them. Her sexy body belonged to them. No one would ever touch her or harm her again. He thought about what Wyatt said, and it was true. He felt better having Stacy lying between them, protected and loved. He just worried about when they were apart and how she would respond to the current situation.

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Chapter 11 Barry had his bags packed and everything organized that he needed to escape to the Caribbean with Stacy. He reserved the hotel in Texas and rented the car. He had made arrangements for a chartered boat to take them across the sea He paid for guns and ammunition so that the boat would be stocked and ready to defend themselves against any pirates while at sea. He even paid for guards that were exmilitary. There was no way that he would take chances like that with Stacy. He was giving up everything to be with her and to live the life they deserved to live. He even purchased a small house on the outskirts of a resort that was secluded and had security. He paid cash and even hired a designer to decorate it partially. He figured that Stacy would want to do most of the decorating herself. She was quite resourceful and creative. After all, she had been the one to sell the Monroes on the deal with Mercer. Poor thing hadn’t a clue that things don’t work out that way. If she had spread her legs sooner, then it might have been the best promotion of her life. Oh well, at least he knew that Stacy wasn’t used goods. He glanced around at all the stuff then gestured for the attendant to ship the belongings to the boat. Then he poured himself a glass of brandy and smiled as he looked out the hotel window. It overlooked Central Park and was stunning. Soon he would have his Stacy in his arms and her body wrapped around his. ****

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Max jerked forward, gasping for air. He woke up from the nightmare terrified for Stacy’s life. Immediately he looked down and saw her angelic face pressed against the pillow. Her back and ass were wedged against Eric’s body, and Eric held her around the waist. Max calmed his breathing then caressed a strand of hair away from her face. He observed her steady breathing as he watched her chest rise and fall and the way her hands were in a praying position and blocking her nipples from his view. Even in her sleep and naked, she was trying to act so proper and ladylike. He stared at her face and smiled. She already meant the world to him, and being here with her and Eric was paradise. He lowered his head but continued to watch her. He could lie like this for hours just knowing that Stacy was his and how lucky he and Eric were to have found her. Was she dreaming about him, he wondered. She seemed calm and comfortable sleeping in bed with them and staying in their home. He swallowed hard as thoughts of some sick bastard filled his mind. That asshole was out there somewhere just waiting to strike again. He wanted to warn Stacy and make her see that staying here with them was her best option, but he couldn’t. He was afraid that if he told her about the package that she would head back to New York or just run off to hide. She would put everyone first before herself. She was loving and compassionate like that. He loved her, and the thought struck such a possessive and strong sensation inside of him. He leaned down and softly kissed her eyelids and thanked the good Lord above that they were together. “Hey, are you okay?” Eric whispered, and Max stared at him a moment then shook his head. “Wanna go downstairs and talk?” He shook his head again. “I don’t want to leave her,” Max replied. “That bad, huh?” Eric asked with his eyes wide and filled with concern.

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“We’ll talk alone tomorrow. We’re going to have to meet with the others.” “Fuck, it’s that bad?” Eric whispered then ran a hand over his jaw. Stacy stirred then reached out and touched Max’s chest. She cuddled closer to him, and he lowered his body back down. He lightly lifted his head but not enough to disturb Stacy’s sleep. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” A while later, Max still couldn’t calm his thoughts. It was only five o’clock in the morning when he carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb Stacy or Eric’s sleep, and he headed into the shower. He turned on the water, stepped into the large shower, and adjusted the custom-made head so that it sprayed over him completely. Thoughts of someone taking Stacy stung his gut and made him hang his head. What would he do if something happened to her? She had just entered their life a mere three weeks ago. Already Stacy meant the world to him and his brother. He needed to protect her as not only her lover and mate, but as the law in Pearl. The fact that the big Fourth of July festivities were so close made him feel uncertain and sick to his stomach. The water hit his shoulders and ran down his back. He thought about Stacy and a future he and Eric had planned for them. She was theirs, and they would prove to her how much she really meant to them. The hot water wasn’t doing much to ease the tension or anger inside of him. Flashes of the pictures of Stacy, the items taken from her home, and the letter addressed to him pissed him off. He jumped the second he felt the hand on his back. He moved on instinct, grabbing the person, and pressing them against the tiled wall. Stacy gasped in shock, and Max just stared down into her green eyes that were filled with concern. He ran his hands down her body to her waist then lowered his head to her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I was lost in thought,” he whispered as he felt the water dripped down his nose and over his lips. Stacy reached forward and ran her hands up and over his belly muscles then his chest. Her soft, delicate hands caressed his cheeks and held them.

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He pressed his body against hers, feeling her breasts against his stomach and knowing how petite she was. She may not be able to fight whoever was after her wanting to possess her. The thought made him angry. She belonged to him and Eric. No one else. He felt her lips against his chest. “What’s wrong, Max? Are you angry with me for something?” she asked in such a gentle voice. Angry at her? Shit! He kissed her neck and her shoulder then pressed his hands up against her ribs then to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. His cock throbbed with need to have her and to know that she was safe here with him. “Not mad at you, baby, I just have a lot on my mind with work.” He kissed her before she could question his lie. The kiss grew deeper and hotter. The need to be inside her and as deeply connected as humanly possible began to feed his next move. He nibbled on her neck, and she moaned as she pressed her breasts against his chest. In an instant, he lifted her thighs and pressed her harder than he intended against the tile wall. Stacy gasped, and he growled. It was primal and such a deep animalistic need rushed over him. He knew that he felt most content when his cock was buried deep inside Stacy’s pussy where it was wet and warm and they were melded together as one. His breathing grew rapid, and the need to feel that connection and that depth fed his thrusts. Over and over again, he sought that peace of mind, that certainty that she was indeed safe and his. “Max, oh my god, Max,” Stacy stated as she gasped with every one of his thrusts. He lowered his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to latch on to a breast as the water splashed over them and into his mouth. He stretched her ass cheeks with every thrust and crawled his fingers inch by inch across her ass while trying not to drop her. She screamed again and again, and he felt her vaginal muscles lock onto his cock and milk him for more. “I love you so fucking much!” he

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growled as he pressed a digit to her anus. She jerked forward, and he pressed his body hard against hers. His wrist hurt from the odd position, and his legs began to shake, but he was determined to reach his goal and that feeling of completion. Stacy laid her face against his neck while he continued to thrust into her, and he could go no further. He growled against her shoulder and exploded inside of her, filling her channel with his seed and praying that one day he and Eric could impregnate her with their child. He panted against her chest, the aftershocks causing them both to rock against one another then hug each other tight. “I love you, too, Max. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she whispered then gently kissed his temple. His Stacy was special, and connected like this, he knew she was safe and his for eternity. **** The chili finished cooking, the pies were all done, and Stacy was relieved that she could finally go outside and enjoy the beautiful day. Max had been insistent that she stay over again tonight, but she wanted to head home to the cottage and at least grab some things and open up the widows to air the place out. Her milk and other items in her refrigerator were probably bad by now. But he was adamant about it and had even been a bit aggressive in his demand for her to remain on the Triple C. She trusted Max and Eric and knew that something was up. Even the way Max made love to her in the shower was intense and a bit rough, but she loved every second of it. That amazed her because she thought she didn’t want to feel like a possession or like she was submissive. But she found herself trying to do little things to get them both in an uproar, which usually led to her being stripped naked and fucked real good. She felt her cheeks warm. Her men were amazing, and the town of Pearl and the Triple C Ranch were like a fantasy come true.

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She straightened out her hair, running her fingers through it to smooth out the wild strands, and walked outside on the front porch. That’s when she noticed the small red convertible sitting in the driveway near the barn. “Whose car is that?’ she wondered as she walked out that way. There was no one around, the men were off riding and tending to the cattle and fences, but Eric was working on something with Charlie. She noticed that the barn door was closed as she pulled it open and called inside. “Eric!” she called, and as she entered the barn, she could see all the stalls and a working area to her right. That’s when she saw some woman in a short mini skirt and scrawny arms wrapped around Eric. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to get her off of him or trying to feel her up. His hands were under her arms and wedged against her breasts. She, however, was kissing his neck and rubbing herself all over him. “What the hell is going on?” Stacy yelled, and Eric’s eyes widened in shock as he shoved the woman off of him. She just held on tight and eyed Stacy from head to toe. She knew when a woman was trying to seduce a man and when a woman was jealous. Damn, did this woman look like she wanted to rip Stacy’s head off. “Stacy! Honey, I—” Stacy held up her hand for Eric to go no further. “Oh, baby, don’t worry about her. She was liable to find out sooner or later ’bout us,” the woman said in a very annoying Southern drawl. “Betsie, cut your shit out. Stacy knows I’m loyal to her. Now I’m only going to tell you this one more time. You best leave me and my family alone. Ain’t no Cantrell interested in ya,” Eric stated then firmly pulled his arm from her grasp. “You’d rather have some Yankee from New York than a true Texas lady?” she stated with venom as she slowly straightened out her skirt and her small little breasts. Stacy smirked as she stood

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confidently in front of her. Stacy knew her boobs were better than Betsie’s. “Oh, I see, Eric, honey. I’ll meet ya later at our usual place. Then we can attend the fair together tomorrow. Ya know, my chili is gonna win again and of course my delicious peach cobbler. Your little friend here looks a bit piqued. Maybe ya should get rid of her now before it’s too late.” “Betsie, get your ass off my property.” Betsie winked at Eric then walked really close to Stacy. “Eric and Max are really great lovers, honey. But they like their women proper and a bit wild, so I’d pack your bags and head back from the shit hole you came out of.” Stacy watched her go, wondering what the hell was wrong with that woman. She was really pissed off, but she didn’t want to act unladylike. But then her blood felt as if it were boiling, and all she could see when she closed her eyes was that slimy woman all over Eric. He could have easily shoved her down and away from him. What the hell was going on? “Oh, Betty.” Stacy turned and called after her. She placed her hands on her hips and stared at Stacy. “It’s Betsie,” she retorted. “Whatever. Just a few facts before you leave. Your chili-and-piewinning days are over. These, are a hell of a lot nicer than yours,” Stacy stated as she cupped her own large breasts and winked at Betsie. Betsie gasped, and then Stacy jumped toward her, taking a step with her fists clenched as if ready to fight. Betsie jumped and ran out of the barn. A second later, she felt the hand on her shoulder, and instinctively she threw a right hook. She hit Eric directly in the lip then covered her mouth in shock. He wiggled his jaw and grabbed a hold of her wrists. “Why the hell did you hit me?” “Let go of me, Eric. I don’t enjoy being lied to or betrayed.”

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“Betrayed? Are you kidding me? That woman is crazy. She’s been coming around here for months,” he stated, and Stacy’s eyes widened as she tried to pull out of Eric’s grasp. She saw the tiny bit of blood drip from his lip, and she was surprised by the damage she inflicted. She felt guilty, but then she remembered that slimy serpent of a woman tangled around him by the stall. He didn’t appear as if he were fighting hard. “There’s nothing going on between us. I swear, Stacy, she’s crazy. We told you about her, and she’s been after a Cantrell for over a year.” Stacy thought about that a moment, but she still couldn’t get the sight of the woman clinging to Eric out of her head. She was jealous, and she was lacking in self-confidence. Men disappointed her often, and she had opened her heart up to Max and Eric.. “I thought you and Max were different. I thought I could trust you,” she stated then lowered her eyes. Eric pulled her to him. “Damn, Stacy, I only want to be with you. There is nothing going on between me and Betsie.” “It didn’t look that way when I came in here. She was wrapped around you, and her lips were stuck to your neck. It also looked like your hands were holding her breasts.” “I didn’t want to hurt her. She literally hurled herself at me the moment you opened the door and called my name. She wanted to cause trouble, and she did just that. She planned this.” Her perfume lingered on his shirt and near his neck as she scrunched her nose and tried pulling away from him. “What now?’ he asked. “You smell like her perfume. It’s sickening.” He grabbed her hand and started heading toward the house, and as they walked outside, Betsie was pressed against Ben, and Ben was trying to push her off of him. “See what I mean. She’s crazy,” Eric stated.

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Stacy couldn’t believe the sight, and Ben looked like he didn’t want to hurt her but was also in a bad position. Stacy pulled her hand from Eric’s and stomped over to Betsie. She grabbed a fistful of her fancy hair and yanked it hard. “Ouch!” Bestise yelled as she stumbled away from Ben. Stacy had one hand on her hip and one finger pointed at Betsie as Charlie and some of the other workers headed outside to see what was happening. “You get this straight, Betsie, because there are no second chances. These Cantrell men are all mine. None of them are interested in you. So if I ever see your skanky, skinny tramp of a self on Cantrell property again, I’m going to personally take out a can of New York whoop ass! Now get in your fancy little bimbo car and don’t ever eye any of my Cantrell men ever again.” “Oh my!” Betsie yelled then eyed all the men as they gathered around Stacy. Betsie hurried to her car and sped off. “Holy shit, that was great!” Ben yelled, and Stacy turned toward all of them and glared. “I’m going home,” she stated, and they all tried to stop her. She turned to look at Eric, and he took a deep breath and shook his head. “You’re not going home.” “I sure as hell am, and you’re not coming with me. I’m mad at you and the way you allowed that tramp to touch you and kiss your neck,” Stacy yelled. “You let Betsie touch you and kiss you?” Ben asked. “Shut up, Ben!” Charlie yelled at his brother. Stacy stormed toward the house. “Call Max now,” Stacy heard Eric state to Charlie. She could also hear the scraping of his boots across the gravel behind her. “Man, is she fired up,” Ben stated loud enough for Stacy to hear. ****

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Stacy stared at her room. There was the smell of cleaning stuff like someone had cleaned her house and especially her furniture. Then she noticed the brand-new window and new molding around the edges. Clothes and other items were not left where she placed them, but they were neatly organized. Max had begun to explain about a break-in and soon got to informing her that a package was delivered to the Sheriff’s department a few days ago. A few days ago! She was beginning to shake with anger, and damn it, she felt betrayed. They didn’t trust her to confide in her or tell her the truth about what was going on. First she caught Betsie all over Eric in the barn, and then she caught Max lying to her for over a week and keeping her business away from her. She wouldn’t look at them as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Get out!” she yelled, and they both remained where they stood. “Get out of my house now!” she yelled. “Stacy, honey, calm down,” Max stated. “Calm down? No, I won’t calm down, Max. You kept this from me for a week? You lied to me and convinced me to stay at your place for days by seducing me and making me believe that this thing was special between the three of us, but meanwhile, it was a lie. I don’t want to speak to either of you.” Max grabbed her arm and turned her toward him. “You think that these last few weeks have been a lie? You think the fact that some asshole went searching through your panty drawers and took souvenirs isn’t making me lose my fucking mind with anger?” He pulled her to him, and she saw an expression she never had seen before. She knew Max was telling the truth, but she was hurt and disappointed. They were taking over her life and treating her like a child. His grip was firm as she tried to break free. “He took your fucking panties and bra. He had pictures of you practically naked with only a towel on, damn it! You are our woman and we will do whatever we feel is necessary to protect you,” he

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practically screamed at her. He abruptly released her as if he could hurt her if he continued to touch her. She covered her face with her hands and cried as Max’s words sank in. She felt strong arms wrap around her then the scent of Eric’s cologne. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re scared and a bit confused. I’m sure from your perspective it seemed like we were controlling your life and your every move, but we’re not. We love you, Stacy. I would never cheat on you, nor would I ever lie to you and pretend that my dick hadn’t remained hard since the moment we met.” He chuckled softly against her neck as he nibbled then pulled on her ear lobe. She found herself smiling slightly but still feeling pretty raw inside. She felt his cock against the crevice of her ass cheeks and then him thrusting lightly against it. “Ya see what I mean?’ he whispered. She turned her head slightly to look up into his eyes. Eric was being honest and sincere. She just knew it. Maybe she overreacted? Maybe she just wasn’t used to having a man really care and love her. It wasn’t fair to compare Eric and Max to other men from her past. They truly were different. Eric leaned down and kissed her lips as he wrapped one arm around her waist and began to lift the hem of her skirt to rub along her inner thigh. A moment later, Max stood in front of her, looking just as pissed off and angry as he was a few minutes ago. He stepped closer, and she held her stance, ready to fight him tooth and nail. If this relationship between them was going to work, then they needed to be honest. His nostrils flared, and he twitched his jaw as if he were having a hard time saying what he was thinking. She held his gaze while Eric continued to move his hand further up her skirt. “Woman, you get under my skin like no other person on the face of this planet. Whether you like it or not, Eric and I are going to

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continue to pamper you and take care of you and be protective of you, so you just better get damn used to it. Cut out that New York attitude with me and realize that I love you, damn it, and it ain’t gonna change. I don’t want any other woman than you, and if you ever question my love for you or even suggest that I would lie to you ever again, then I’m going to throw you over my knee and give you a spanking you won’t ever forget.” She was shocked by his words and his outburst, but before she could verbally respond, Eric cupped her pussy and Max grabbed her by her blouse and pulled her to him. He covered her mouth in a very rough and demanding way, and she ate it up. She climbed his body, wrapped her legs around his waist, and attacked his mouth in equal retaliation. In no time at all, her clothes were torn from her body and they were yanking and pulling their own clothes off in between kissing and sucking any bit of skin the three of them could get their mouths and hands on. In a flash, Max had her pinned against the bedroom wall and his cock buried deep. He pumped into her repeatedly as she bit into his neck muscles a bit harder than usual, causing him to harden within her. His cock was rock solid and felt long and lethal. A touch to her shoulder and the feel of Eric beside her and she screamed an orgasm. The sloshing sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room, and she felt her cream drip down her thighs. Max carried her to the bed. He placed her on her feet and took position laying down on his back as Eric grabbed her, kissing her passionately. When he released her lips, she felt dazed. Eric turned her around and lifted her, placing Stacy on top of Max. Max pulled her to him and thrust his tongue into her mouth while she adjusted her hips to allow his cock entry to her pussy. She was on fire and moistened with desire. Eric moved in behind her, and she felt him swipe a finger from her wet pussy lips to her anus. She in return increased her thrusts, pulling her mouth from Max’s to breath.

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When the tip of Eric’s cock pressed to her puckered hole, she paused to allow him access. “Easy baby. Nice and slow so I don’t hurt you,” Eric whispered, placing a firm, large hand over her right shoulder as he pushed deeper. She wanted them both very badly and seemed oversensitive to their every touch and penetration. Her vaginal muscles gripped his cock. The thick, hard muscle pushed in with purpose and she moaned then gasped in relief. “Oh yes. Oh, it feels so good!” she told them as Max held her hips and helped her to rise up and down on his cock. In between, Eric thrust into her ass until they found a rhythm they could keep in sync with. The bed creaked, and the gentle breeze parted the curtains against her bedroom widows, caressing her perspiring skin. She was in tune to her full breasts, Max’s huge hands gripping her waist and lifting her as he thrust into her pussy with purpose. Eric growled behind her gripping a handful of her hair as he thrust his cock balls deep against her crevice. “Fuck, she’s so tight, she’s gripping my cock and killing me. I’m gonna come,” Eric grunted then nibbled on her shoulder and neck. Stacy moaned as she felt her whole body tighten up, and she knew she was going to lose it. “I can’t take it. I can’t,” she stated, and Max and Eric took that second to thrust into her together. “Oh,” she screamed in a hoarse voice as she saw spots in front of her eyes then the room spin. Thrust after thrust, Eric and Max kept going until they both roared then came inside of her. She felt their hot semen and the aftershocks of their lovemaking. They were all perspiring and sticky as both men began to kiss her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. They held one another, connected at the ultimate level, and their love touched each of their hearts. No words were said. They just held one another close. It was Eric who eased out of Stacy first.

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Eric cupped her face between his hands. “Are you okay, honey? We didn’t hurt you, did we?” he asked. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and her whole body shook “No. I just feel so—” Eric lifted her off of Max and pulled her into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried. He moved onto the bed. Max caressed her back, and the three of them settled down on the comforter. “Talk to us. What’s wrong?” Eric asked. “Absolutely nothing. Everything is perfect. I’ve never felt so loved or so in love in my life. I just don’t know how to handle it. I’m scared, I’m happy, and to top it off, some lunatic might ruin it all.” Max and Eric began to caress her skin and kiss her tenderly. “We aren’t going to allow that. We love you, and this is going to work out just fine,” Eric stated. “Let myself and the department worry about this asshole. You’ll be safe here. I promise you,” Max added then kissed her softly. They snuggled together for a few minutes. Then Eric looked at the clock. “We better get moving if we want to make the chili and baking contest.” “Oh my God. I completely forgot. I was supposed to have everything in town by two o’clock.” Stacy sat up and began to crawl from the bed with her ass pointed in Eric and Max’s direction. An arm swooped around her midsection and flung her backwards onto the mattress. “Hey!” she squealed. “Charlie and Ben took care of it. As soon as you left the house in an uproar, they knew you had forgotten. So let’s take a shower then head into town,” Max stated. “I can’t wait for you to beat Betsie Whinston,” Eric added then smiled, and Stacy gave him a dirty look.

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He caressed her breast then tweaked her nipple as he leaned down to lick the tip. “You don’t still believe that I’m interested in Betsie?” She closed her eyes and moaned as she held his head to her breast. “No, I just don’t want to ever hear her name come from your lips again.” He smiled at her. “Jealous little thing, ain’t ya? Hey, I never complimented you on that right hook of yours. Left me feeling dazed a second,” he stated as he caressed his jaw and lip where it had been bleeding. It didn’t look any the worse now, just a little swollen. “I’m sorry about that. You came up from behind and I was all upset still.” “Lesson learned, baby,” Eric said then kissed her. “Don’t you be trying any of those right hooks on me,” Max teased then kissed her. “Naw, I will save my left hooks for you, deputy. The next time you decide to withhold information, it better not be about me,” she stated then made a fist. He grabbed her hand then lowered it to his cock. He was hard and ready for round two. “Get in that shower, ma’am, or we’ll never make it to the damn Fourth of July festivities.”

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Chapter 12 Max walked through the crowds of people. There seemed to be so many more visitors to the festival this year than ever before. His head began to ache from staring at every male face he could get a glimpse of. He hoped that he would spot Barry Weiner before he could make it anywhere near Stacy. He had yet to see any sign of the guy, and he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Finally he spotted Stacy and Eric walking hand in hand near the pies and homemade jams. Stacy had won first place so far with her apple pie, cherry pie, and peach cobbler. The judging on the chili was taking longer than usual as a few new contestants added their chili last minute. As he watched them, his heart soared. Stacy looked beautiful with her hair hanging down past her shoulders and the sheer floral tea dress she wore. The slight breeze caused the material to lift and dance around her knees and lift to her upper thigh. She was very sexy. He wondered if his brother even noticed the many men that glanced at Stacy and looked her over. He saw it a number of times, and he felt himself clench his fists and get that jealous feeling in his gut. But then he remembered today at Stacy’s place and what they shared. They were in love, and when they were fully inside of her, it was as if they simultaneously realized how in love they were and just how close. His radio beeped, and he stepped back away from the crowd to answer it. “Deputy Cantrell.” “Max, it’s Wyatt. We’ve got ourselves a bit of a situation. Where’s Stacy at?”

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“She’s with Eric, why?” He instantly felt that sick feeling in his gut. “Good. You get to the department as quick as you can. There’s this guy here who says that Barry Weiner was asking questions about you and your brother. The investigator called and said that Barry left town. They’re tracking him as we speak.” “I’ll be right there. Should I get Stacy and Eric?” “They should be fine as long as they’re together. This just came in a few minutes ago. Even if Barry were in Texas, he couldn’t have made it to Pearl from any airport. He would have to take a bus or rent a car. The investigators are on it.” “I’m on my way,” Max stated then looked around to where he last saw Eric and Stacy. They weren’t there, so he headed back to the department with a little peace of mind knowing that Barry wasn’t in town and that the investigators were on top of it. **** Max stood there with his hand on his hips and one leaning on his holster as he, Wyatt, and Deputy Jones all listened to Investigator Pellot as he spoke over the phone speaker. “So this is what we got so far. Mr. Weiner disappeared a few days ago. He used a private plane to get to Texas. From there he rented a car, so we believe he was en route or should have arrived in your town a day or two ago. There was a hotel booked in Turbank,” Pellot told them. “Turbank is less than a half hour from here,” Max stated. Wyatt and Kenny both looked at him with expressions that said they were just as concerned as he was. “Further investigation has indicated he also chartered a boat. I got men securing that boat and its employees as we speak. It was stocked with food, weapons, and ammunition to last them weeks. We believe

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he was headed out of the country. He more than likely had the boat stocked as precaution for pirates. Our men are questioning the crew and getting the coordinates for a destination in the Caribbean.” “Holy shit, he’s planning on coming here and taking Stacy out of the country?” Max asked. Pellot released an uneasy breath. “There’s no other way to put this, Deputy Cantrell. I understand that you have a relationship with Miss Porter, so I’m going to give you the common courtesy us law enforcement guys hold true in the brotherhood. He’s obsessed with her. From the materials we gathered in a secured cabinet in his office, it appears he’s been watching her for quite some time. We also were able to gather pictures and other documented evidence to prove he was involved in some of the other cases.” “By other cases, do you mean the women who were raped and murdered? The ones who couldn’t testify?” Wyatt asked. “Yes. We have plenty of evidence to prove that Barry Weiner is responsible for six of the eight murders,” Pellot responded. “Holy God, this is insane,” Deputy Jones said. “And he’s definitely on his way here or could be here already?” Wyatt asked. “Yes, Sheriff. We believe so. I am personally on my way. A group of agents should be arriving within the hour, and the state police have been notified. So that you know, Weiner was last seen driving a darknavy-blue 2011 Honda Civic.” “We’re on it, Investigator Pellot, and we’ll be waiting for you when you arrive,” Wyatt said then disconnected the call. Max stood still a moment, letting the seriousness of the situation kick in. “I’ve got to get to Stacy and Eric. She’ll be safest at the ranch where the others can help me protect her,” Max stated. “Yes, that would be best. We should also get ahold of Ron and Marie. I can have them stay at our place with Charlie and Ben on guard as well,” Wyatt suggested.

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“Before you leave, let’s get a plan together and call in this description and make of the car Weiner is driving. He is to be arrested on site,” Wyatt stated, and Max agreed as they began to make the arrangements. **** The sun had set, and the street lights began to illuminate the town. All across Main Street, every store had its storefront decorated in patriotic lights and embellishments. It was like nothing Stacy had ever seen before. People called her by her first name and greeted her with kisses to the cheek and hugs hello. They congratulated her on winning first place in all the pie contests and now in the chili contest as well. Betsie Whinston ranted and raved about the contest being fixed and the judges being paid to vote for Stacy and not her. Stacy shook her head in disgust as she looked for Eric by the concession stand. He was going to grab a couple of beers and some popcorn for the fireworks display that would begin in an hour or so. She noticed the numerous people around them. Some were traditional couples with one man, one woman, and a few kids in the family, and others were one woman with two, three, four, and even five men along with children of their own. Instead of shocking her as it had done once before when she first found out about such relationships in town, this actually gave her peace of mind. Seeing the families, successful and enjoying normal activities with others, was a relief. Just maybe this relationship between herself, Eric, and Max would help. She felt at peace and truly happy right now. The decorations, the live music from the country band that played, seeing men in military uniform visiting family and celebrating this country’s birthday was beautiful. She loved the town of Pearl and everything it stood for. She continued to try to find Eric, but now the streets were very crowded. She was practically shoulder to shoulder with everyone she passed. Although she bumped into people and people bumped into her, no one

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seemed angry or annoyed with the crowds. They just smiled, said “excuse me,” then continued on their way. She chuckled. This was nothing like the city streets of New York. She saw a break in the crowd by Francine’s restaurant and the Sheriff’s department. Then she noticed the flashing lights and some sort of fuss going on near there. It all happened so quickly as she decided the best place to wait for Eric would be near the Sheriff’s department. Just as she made it onto the sidewalk, the crowd grew bigger. It appeared that someone was putting on a show. She wanted to see what they were doing. The roars from the crowd and the screams and laughter from children all indicated that it must be something amazing. She shuffled around the perimeter of the crowd but just couldn’t seem to get close enough to see. She saw some flashes of fire and heard the crowd exclaim excitement again, but she couldn’t get closer. Being on the short side made it difficult. She was frustrated and had just about given up when she felt someone move in behind her. They were very big, and at first, she thought it was Eric or Max, but then she felt the gun against her spine and the strong arm come around her waist. This wasn’t good. “Come with me and don’t make a scene or I’ll unload this gun on the crowd,” he stated firmly in her ear, and she still wasn’t certain who it could be. Taking slow steps backward, no one seemed to notice anything. The performer, whatever he or she was doing, had them all mesmerized. In a few seconds, he had her behind the restaurant. In an instant, he threw something over her head so she couldn’t see as he dragged her along with him. She attempted to fight him, which landed her a blow to the stomach. She hunched over coughing, feeling the excruciating pain, and knew the man was very big. But who was it? “Get up and walk,” he stated as he shoved her, causing her to fall to the ground and cut her knee. It stung, and she was still trying to recover from the punch to her stomach.

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“What do you want? Who are you?” she cried, instantly fearing for her life. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. “I’m your destiny, baby. Together we’re going to have some fun,” he stated then shoved her along, practically carrying her. She had no idea where they were or in which direction they were going. She had never been on the outskirts of the businesses in town. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even know what surrounded the restaurant, the Sheriff’s department, and the rest of town. She assumed it was just wide-open land, and her stomach clenched with fear. He was going to kill her. She just knew it. **** “Where is she, Eric?” Max yelled. He was immediately filled with concern and hoped that nothing happened to her already. “I don’t know. She was with me one second, then a group of people from Francine’s were hugging her and congratulating her on her win in the chili contest, and that’s the last I saw her. She was going to use the bathroom then meet me right here. I was fucking fifteen feet away from her, Max. What the hell is going on?” Eric yelled back. “He’s in town, Eric. Her boss is in town, and he’s made arrangements to take Stacy out of the country. He chartered a boat,” Max informed him. “Son of a bitch! We have to find her, Max. The investigators don’t have anything more for you?” Eric asked as he headed toward the Sheriff’s department. “Just that they found enough evidence to lock Weiner up for multiple counts of murder. He’s been watching Stacy for months. He is obsessed with her, Eric.” “Oh God, Max, we can’t let anything happen to her. Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” Eric exclaimed. “Just get over here now,” Max stated then disconnected the call.

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They gathered around the front of the department and began to make everyone aware of the possible situation. The deputies and state police began to spread out and search for Stacy. Finally Eric met up with Max. “We have to find her. They couldn’t have gotten far, Max, she was out of my sight for five minutes tops,” Eric stated. “God help us, Eric. This guy is really bad news,” Max told him. Then they headed to his patrol car and to the location Eric had last seen Stacy in. **** Claire Weiner pulled up alongside the motel parking lot and loaded the gun. She knew that her husband was in there and that more than likely he was with Stacy Porter. She felt sick to her stomach, dirty, and used. Her husband was not the man she thought he was. She had turned a blind eye to him all these years. She had lain in the same bed with him knowing that only hours before he had sex with some strange woman or one of the many bimbos from Mercer. Her mother had gone through the same thing with her husband. Claire’s father was a cheater, a manipulator, and a man, first and foremost. He had the audacity to tell her, his own daughter, that she needed to be more open in the bedroom with her husband so that he wouldn’t stray from their marriage. Her own father! She allowed his stern speech to destroy her self-confidence and pride. She deserved better than a cheating husband. Yet she gave into his fantasy sex world and allowed Barry to tie her up and take her anally and whip her into submission. He hurt her. He abused her with his sex toys and even degraded her by whipping her until she cried in submission and fear. The look in Barry’s eyes was pure evil, and she knew she had to do something. She checked the gun and made sure that the safety was off before she exited the vehicle. The private investigator she hired had been

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right on the money. He dug up so much stuff on her husband that the world would cheer her on when he was found dead. She located the locked safe in the basement and his private man cave he insisted she was never allowed to enter. She did anyway. What she found had taken her breath away and caused her to run to the bathroom and vomit. He had pictures of that redhead Stacy Porter everywhere. He even altered pictures of her, placing her in bondage and chains the way he wanted. It was sick. But worst of all were the pictures of the other women. They were missing women and women who had claimed he sexually assaulted them but then went missing or dropped the charges. Her husband was a rapist and a killer. She should have killed him three days ago when he was shacked up in a hotel with Teressa Pierce, another bimbo from Mercer who spread her thighs to get in good with the company. The bitch probably screwed Claire’s father, too. They all deserved to die. Claire exited the vehicle and hid the gun from any onlookers. Her husband was vain enough to pay for the two corner rooms in the back of the motel and away from the rest of the rooms. Even in this hicktown dive in Texas, Barry thought he was important and deserved the best. After tonight, he would be where he belonged. Dead and forgotten. She slowly approached the door and took out the spare key the kid from the front desk gave her. Her little song and dance about surprising her boyfriend in his fantasy of fucking two women at once had the young kid drooling with envy. She fooled him. She stood and listened as she heard some sort of struggle going on inside. Her husband was chanting or yelling something as if he were about to come. What perfect timing. Claire unlocked the door and walked into the room. It was dark, and only the bedside lamp illuminated the scene before her. Her husband was completely naked with his cock buried deep into a woman’s ass. The woman was tied to the bedposts spread-eagle, and there was blood all over the sheets. Claire pointed the gun as the

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shock of what had happened penetrated her mind. He killed her, and he was having sex with her corpse. “You sick bastard!” Claire screamed, and Barry threw his head back as he roared and thrust his hips. His eyes locked onto her right as she pulled the trigger. **** It had been nearly an hour since Eric had last seen Stacy. He felt so sick to his stomach with fear, and his anger was getting the better of him. He gathered around the group of men. There were his cousins, Charlie, Wyatt, and Ben as well as Chuck, Charles, and Louis from the Triple C. They had begun to organize search parties after someone found Stacy’s earring near the fields behind Francine’s restaurant. Everyone was on the lookout for Stacy and for Barry Weiner. Just as they were about to get on the four-wheel ATVs and search the miles of fields around them, Wyatt’s cell phone rang. He saw that it was Investigator Pellot. “Wait a minute. I got the agent on the line. He was headed to the hotel Barry Weiner checked into. “Hello,” Wyatt answered the phone as Max and Eric watched him closely. He covered his mouth, and his eyes darted to Max and then to Eric. “What? What is it?” Eric yelled. “Oh my God. That’s crazy,” Wyatt stated then continued speaking to Pellot. Max and Eric were antsy, and so were the others now. “Hold on one second, let me tell the guys,” he stated into the phone. “Barry Weiner’s wife just killed him. She walked into the hotel room he was staying in and apparently found him having sex with a dead body. It was some redhead, not Stacy, thank God, but she was murdered. It’s a freaking major crime scene over there,” Wyatt stated then went back to talking on the phone. “If Barry didn’t take her, then where the hell is she?” Eric asked.

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“Who else would try to hurt her or take her away from you two?’ Charlie asked, and everyone was silent a moment. Then Eric and Max looked at each other and said at the same time, “Gutry.” “Motherfucker, that asshole was after her since day one,” Max stated. “And he hates our family. He’s probably pissed off that we fired him and that no one else would hire him around Pearl,” Charlie exclaimed. “Could he be the one who committed the robberies and broke into Stacy’s cottage?” Eric asked. **** They were silent a moment as Max thought about the information they had so far and now Gutry’s involvement. “He was on the list, but he disappeared and no one had seen him in a couple of weeks,” Max exclaimed, feeling like a fool for focusing on Barry Weiner so much. He allowed his personal feeling to affect his professional judgment. “Well, he’s our number one suspect,” Kenny stated as he joined the conversation, dragging Smith Petry along with him. “Tell them what you just told me, Smith,” Kenny stated as he held the man by his collar. Max knew that Smith Petry hung around with Gutry and that he was a loser. Max had personally arrested him for harassing a woman in town a month ago. Smith looked dirty and mean. Max wasn’t sure he would trust anything the guy said. “What’s in it for me? I don’t even like cops,” he stated, and before Max could do anything, Eric grabbed a hold of Smith by his throat and threw him on the ground. He held his knee against Smith’s chest as he yelled in his face. “If you don’t tell me where my woman is, I’m going to kill you right here,” Eric stated.

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“You can’t do that. There’s police all around you,” Smith stated in between coughing as Eric gripped his throat a little tighter. “What cops?” Eric stated as Max, Wyatt, and Kenny turned their backs and looked the other way. “He’ll kill me if I talk,” Smith yelled. “I’ll kill ya if you don’t talk,” Eric replied then pressed his knee a little harder into Smith’s chest. “I don’t know where he might be,” Smith cried out. “Tell him what you told me about the robberies and the breakins,” Kenny stated over his shoulder. “It was Gutry who broke into your woman’s cottage. He’s been watching her for weeks. He’s been planning this since that day he saw her at the hardware store. It was all he’s been talking about,” Smith stated. “Where is he staying? No one’s seen Gutry for a while,” Max asked. “He has a few spots he hides out in. Hey, that hurts!” Smith yelled as Eric dug his knee deeper and gripped his neck tighter. “Start fucking telling us the locations now. She’s been missing for an hour.” Eric growled, and Smith started naming a few places. “You bring him to the jail and lock him up. We’ll deal with him later,” Wyatt told Kenny as he, Charlie, Ben, Max, and Eric jumped on the ATVs. They decided to look at one of the places while the others split up to look at the other places. “Call us on the radio as soon as you check out the locations,” Wyatt said. Then the sound of motors roaring and the ATVs taking off into the night echoed through the air. **** Stacy struggled with the ropes around her wrists as she smelt a fire burning. Gutry kept the burlap sack around her head, and she had no idea where she was. The smell of the burlap and dirt filled her

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nostrils, and now the smoke from the fire was impeding her ability to take regular breaths. The moron was going to suffocate her to death. She was scared, but she was also pretty angry. Initially she thought her captor was Barry. He had been the one harassing her and threatening her, but now that Gutry revealed himself, things made sense. Barry hadn’t been in Texas and couldn’t have broken into her cottage or taken her garments. It was Gutry, and she was certain that he was responsible for the other robberies around town as well. She felt his hand on her ankle, and she jerked away from him. “Get off of me,” she yelled at him. Immediately he pulled the sack from around her head with such force, causing her to bang it against the rock she leaned against. She cried out in pain and felt the stinging sensation next to her temple. Damn, that hurt. He locked gazes with her, and she could see the anger and craziness in his dark eyes. He was out of control. He pulled her by her shoulders and shook her hard. “You belong to me now! Don’t fight me, Stacy, or I swear I will hurt you,” he yelled at her. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” she cried out, feeling terrified. He didn’t respond. Instead he looked down at her thighs, which were now bare from the abrupt movement earlier. Her skirt lifted, and the upper part of her blouse hung lower, revealing some of her breast to his eyes. He licked his lips then began to straddle her. He was heavy and reeked of smoke and sweat. “Please get off of me. Please don’t do this to me,” she cried. Then he began to pull her blouse from her shoulder, making her breast pop out. She struggled with the ropes that bound her hands together. She leaned back and shook her body, trying to get him off of her, but instead he grabbed her breast and groped the skin. “Oh God, please stop! Stop it!” she screamed in terror, never seeing his forearm shoot up until it was too late and made contact with her face. Her head flung to the side, and she could have sworn

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that she saw darkness for a second. The move had her sliding lower as Gutry unzipped his pants. He lifted up and kneeled over her then reached into his underwear. “No!” she screamed then lifted her knee hard, nailing him in the balls. He hollered, and she pulled herself up, her knees scratching against the dirt and pebbles around her. He tried to get up, and she threw all of her weight into him, using her elbow to nail him again in the balls. “Fucking bitch!” he roared as he swung his arms at her with less strength than full force but enough to hurt her. She rolled across the ground, her cheekbone slamming against more rocks and dirt stinging her, but she continued to fight. She saw the moonlight coming from the cave entrance as she used her stomach muscles to try and get to her knees. With her wrists tied together tight behind her back, it was difficult to move around without losing her balance. She got to her knees, her vision blurred, her cheek and head hurt like hell, but she had to get out of there. She wouldn’t give up. She began to rise when she felt the blow to her back and Gutry grab her ankle, pulling her back toward him. She screamed then kicked him hard, not sure what she made contact with because she couldn’t turn to look with her hands tied. He yelled again, and she continued to kick until she heard his grunts and felt him release her ankles. She was hysterical now as she struggled to make her wobbly legs work. She shook so badly as she collided with the wall before running free from the cave. The sound of some kind of engine roared just yards from where she stood. “Help!” she screamed as the headlights of multiple vehicles illuminated the woods. “You stupid bitch!” Gutry yelled then tackled her to the ground, knocking the breath from her. She gasped for air as he ripped her dress and pressed his forearm over her throat. She was never so scared in her entire life. Then suddenly lights and the sound of an engine passed by her head just as a body flew through the air, rolling Gutry

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off of her. Her chest heaved forward as she attempted to breathe while choking for air. **** Max was stunned as he drove the ATV over the hill and saw Stacy stumbling then Gutry tackle her. His arm lay across her throat as he hit her and ripped her dress. Max saw red and didn’t think twice as he revved the engine and dove off the ATV while it was still in motion. He tackled Gutry to the ground and beat him until someone grabbed his hands to stop him. “That’s enough, Max, or you’re going to kill him!” Wyatt yelled, and Max was so upset and so enraged he felt himself gasping for air and practically drooling. He never wanted to kill anyone in his life, but when he saw Gutry on top of Stacy, he lost all self-control. He swung his head around to see Eric, Charlie, and Ben surrounding Stacy. “Lay still, honey. Let Charlie check your injuries over,” Eric told her, his voice sounding as if it rattled. Max approached and fell to his knees between Charlie and Ben on her other side. “Is she okay?” Max asked as he saw her ripped dress, her bloody and bruised cheeks and body. She was a mess. Plus, she was having difficulty breathing as she cried hysterically. “Is she okay?” Max asked again. “I can’t tell with it being this dark. Let’s take it slowly and get her out of here,” Charlie stated. Both Max and Eric reached for her. “You pick her up and I’ll drive,” Eric stated, but Max shook his head as he reached for her. “I’ll drive and you carry her. I’m just too wound up right now,” Max added. Stacy moaned as they moved her. “You’re gonna be okay, baby. Everything is going to be just fine,” Eric whispered then kissed her forehead.

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**** It was a long, slow ride back to the Triple C. But they didn’t want to move too quickly as Stacy kept moaning with every bump. They wanted to bring her to the hospital, but she refused to go, and instead they radioed into town to Deputy Kenny Jones so he could get his father, Dr. Jones, to meet them at the house. They arrived at the ranch to find it surrounded by unmarked police cruisers, K-9 units, and state police vehicles. Wyatt and the agents from New York had everyone out looking for Gutry and Stacy. Max could see the relieved expressions on his fellow officers’ faces as he nodded and thanked them for all their help. Wyatt remained back in the fields where Gutry lay seriously injured, and Ben would lead the rest of the investigators to the cave. Eric laid Stacy carefully down on the bed in the guest room as she scolded him for even thinking about placing her dirty, blood-stricken body on their new comforter set. “Yes, ma’am,” Eric stated as he laid her on the quilt. Max stood beside Eric as Doc Jones began to ask her what hurt the most and where her injuries were. From Max’s view, she looked pretty beat up and there was a lot of blood. He was mostly concerned about her temple and the large lump near there as well as her cheeks and knees. “I think she may need some stitches on that one cut by her knee. I’ll need to clean it out first. Can you two get me some supplies?” Doc Jones asked then gave them orders as to what he needed. Charlie entered the room and smiled. “I brought a bunch of things with me if you wanted to stitch her up here instead of at your office,” he offered. “Do I really need stitches?” Stacy asked as her voice shook. Dr. Jones patted her hand.

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“You won’t feel a thing. I’m going to clean it out and see how it looks. Tell me about what happened and how you got that bump on your head,” he asked as Max and Eric returned carrying a tub of clean water, some soft cloth, and soap. “Charlie, you start on that knee and I’ll check over her head before we work on her other knee,” Doc Jones said then looked at Stacy, waiting for her to explain what happened. **** With every detail, Max and Eric appeared to grow more and more upset. However, Stacy was a rock. She didn’t cry or carry on. She just explained exactly how Gutry abducted her and what he tried to do to her. She wanted to appear brave. A good two hours later and after giving her statement to Wyatt and the investigators from New York, Doc Jones said Stacy could take a quick shower, being sure not to get her stitches wet. She sat on the edge of the bed and felt exhausted but she was in need of a shower. Glancing down, she watched as Eric covered her stitches and entire knee with plastic then taped it. When she looked up Max smiled at her. “This should work. We’ll be sure to make it a quick shower,” Eric stated. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of his hands on her skin. Thoughts of how harsh and disgusting Gutry’s fingers felt against her flesh flashed through her mind. Max began to stand up, and she stopped both of them. She looked them in the eyes and whispered as the tears filled them. “Touch me,” she stated. They both raised their eyebrows as she took their hands and placed them under her dress and over her inner thighs, one hand on each.

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“Right there please,” she whispered then closed her eyes. The feel of their thumbs slowly moving back and forth against her sensitive skin brought happiness to her heart. “Stacy, honey, are you okay?” Max asked, and she nodded her head. She was afraid to speak and to open her mouth. She knew she would start to cry. Both men continued to caress her inner thighs then move over her mound. When they both touched a finger to the damp panties covering her pussy, a sob escaped her mouth. “Aw, baby, you’re breakin’ my heart,” Eric whispered then leaned forward and kissed her lips. They began to pull their hands away, and she frantically grabbed them to keep them in place. “No. Don’t stop. Please…I need to feel your touch. I need to.” The tears rolled down her cheeks, and both men held her to their shoulders. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re safe now and he can’t hurt you,” Eric whispered against her ear. “Touch me. Make me come please. I want to feel your fingers inside of me,” she pleaded, and although they hesitated, she felt them pull back then lay her gently on the bed. Her legs hung over the edge, and slowly, carefully they removed her panties then spread her thighs. Then Stacy inhaled and exhaled as she held on to the quilt. Their fingers were warm, thick, and hard as they glided against her delicate flesh until they each met her wet pussy. The moment their fingers each pressed against her pussy lips, she tightened up and grabbed their heads. “You both feel so good,” she stated, and they began to draw tiny imaginary circles around and over the delicate flesh. Max pressed a finger into her then pulled out. Then Eric pressed a finger into her wet pussy then pulled out. Her pussy throbbed and leaked more fluid, lubricating her. She felt the sensations as her body continued to elevate higher and higher, and she anticipated the eruption she craved and so badly needed.

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“Please,” she barely whispered when Max leaned down and licked her pussy. She moaned and thrust her hips as she exploded against his mouth. The sound of fireworks echoed around her. She never felt anything so amazing in her life. “Oh God, I hear explosions and everything.” Eric leaned over her and kissed her lips before he spoke to her. “Those are the fireworks, baby. The town council held off until you were found safe and sound.” Max leaned next to her, licked her lower lip, then kissed her softly. “But I promise more fireworks once you’re fully healed.” She smiled then wrapped her arms around each of their shoulders and hugged them to her breasts. “I love you both so much.” “We love you, too,” they both responded, and she smiled. “Let’s help you take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we’ll hold you in our arms all night long and touch you anywhere you want us to,” Max told her then lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

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Epilogue The following morning, Stacy awoke wedged between Max and Eric, feeling content and warm. That was until she moved. Her body ached, and instantly the tears reached her eyes. She took a deep breath and calmed herself before the men noticed. Max’s phone rang for the third time this morning, and he slowly rose from the bed, letting his hand glide across her belly. She held her breath. He got up, and she could hear him whispering into the phone. “You’re hurting, aren’t you?” Eric whispered and slowly moved away from her. She shook her head, and he raised his eyebrows at her in warning to not lie to him. “I’ll be okay,” she whispered, and her head began to throb. She clenched her eyes closed and again tried to calm her breathing. “Head hurts, huh?” he asked, and she nodded slowly. “I’ll go get you something for that. Rest and don’t move,” he ordered as he slowly rose from the bed. She could barely take in the sight of his sexy, naked body, muscles and all. He returned quickly, helping her sit up just enough to swallow the pills and sip the water. He stared at her, and she knew he was still pretty upset about yesterday. “I’ll be fine as soon as these kick in.” “That’s a pretty bad bump you got, and the stitches on your knee must hurt, too,” he stated. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered then closed her eyes. He lay there next to her, watching her. She could sense him, and she could hear his breathing.

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“You don’t have to stay in bed with me. Just give me twenty minutes and I’ll be down for breakfast. Oh crap! I can’t make breakfast for the guys,” she stated then cringed when she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Eric placed his hand over her belly then eased her head back down. “Don’t be ridiculous. The guys are taking care of meals for the next few weeks while you recover.” “I won’t need a few weeks, just maybe a day,” she added with an attitude. “Right, babe. Just a day.” “The investigators from New York are going to be here in thirty minutes. Wyatt will be here, too. They just need to go over your statement, honey, and then we can put this behind us. Also, Anna and Millie called. They’re really worried about you.” “Thanks, Max. I’ll call them in a little bit.” “She’s sore and her head hurts,” Eric added as he caressed Stacy’s belly. Max walked closer to the bed and knelt down. He looked very concerned. “Do you feel dizzy or nauseous?” he asked. It had only been about the hundredth time throughout the night that he woke her up to ask her. He finally stopped asking when she threw a pillow at his head and mimicked his every word. “I thought we were over that?” she asked. “Doc Jones said to keep an eye on that head of yours.” “Doc Jones, Doc Jones! Just stop making me talk and let the pills kick in and I’ll be okay,” she stated with her voice starting off strong then ending in a whisper. “Damn stubborn woman,” Max stated then leaned down and kissed her collarbone. “But she’s our woman, and we wouldn’t want her any other way,” Eric added then leaned down and kissed her neck. She smiled as she lay there with her eyes closed.

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Later in the day, after she spoke with Anna and Millie about what happened and she gave her statements to the investigators from New York, Stacy sat on the porch swing with Max and Eric. They looked out toward the wooded area and a stream the men told her led to a private swimming hole. “We’ll take you there when you’re all healed up,” Max told her as they swung together. “But I don’t have a bathing suit,” she replied as she felt Eric’s hand caress her thigh and move under her skirt. “Ya won’t need one darling,” he teased, and she felt her cheeks warm and her heart pound inside of her chest. She was in love with two sexy, irresistible men. A city girl like her from New York living in a fantasy come true. The town of Pearl was her new home, just like the Triple C ranch. Her cottage would be rented out by Marie until she and Ron moved out of Texas, as they planned on getting married. It brought a smile to her face knowing that Ron and Marie finally entertained the attraction they had for one another all these years and gave in to retiring together. Marie had told Stacy that it was her fault. Ron had gone into protective mode and wouldn’t leave her alone for a minute. He kissed her, and the rest was history. Stacy laughed about that. Marie was one tough cookie, and boy, did Ron have his work cut out for him. Stacy thought about Anna and Millie and hoped that one day they could join her here in Pearl and be part of a great community and perhaps find true love just as she had. Of course, when she suggested they visit, they were filled with excuses, and Anna sounded downright scared out of her mind. She had an unsettled feeling about that, but both Eric and Max had told her that she couldn’t force Anna to leave New York. Anna had to be ready for change just as Stacy was. She reached for her men’s hands and placed them on her belly. One day they would get married and start a family. Max and Eric talked about it and made her see that here in the town of Pearl, anything was possible. She found love here. She found safety and security here, and ultimately, she found herself.

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“I love it here,” she whispered. “We love that you’re here, Stacy. This is only the beginning,” Eric replied then touched her cheek, causing her to turn toward him. He kissed her softly, released her lips, then smiled. Max touched her next, and she kissed him softly then looked back out toward the Cantrell land. She was in love for the first and the last time in her life.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers. My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused. Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor. Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary. I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name. Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

Also by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Ménage Amour: Were Trilogy 1: Were She Belongs Ménage Amour: Were Trilogy 2: Were Love Found Her Ménage Everlasting: Were Trilogy 3: Were Love Conquers All Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Men of Five-O #1: SWAT Team One and the Social Worker Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Men of Five-O #2: SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood Ménage Amour: The Town of Pearl 1: For the Love of Anna

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