Authors: Chloe Lang
“That night when you knocked over the medicine, before you came in, she confessed everything. I wish she hadn’t. I gladly would’ve continued in my fantasy, but her guilt wouldn’t let her take the truth to the grave. Sweetheart, you’re my daughter. No matter what.”
Jessie’s mouth gaped open. “Are you saying…? No. That can’t be.”
“I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
“Not possible.” Her mind was buzzing, burning, screaming. “This is crazy.”
Her cowboys were at her side.
Denver lifted her from the booth. “Your five minutes are up, Mr. Greene.”
“Jessica?” Her boss walked in the door and beelined straight for her.
Her dad turned around. “You!”
“You know my boss?” she asked.
“You asshole! Lee, you’re my daughter’s boss. How could you?” Her dad was on his feet, throwing punches at her boss.
Jessie pointed at her boss and screamed, “You’re the best friend!”
Chapter Eight
Sitting in the chair in his living room, Denver held Jessie close as she continued to sleep. Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas sat on the couch watching her intently. None said a word.
The big reveal at Norma’s had been like a made-for-TV melodrama, only it had been true and had broken Jessie in pieces. She’d screamed her resignation to her boss and told both men that she never wanted to see either of them again. After he and his brothers got her in his truck, she sobbed buckets and finally collapsed before he got back to his house. The outside world was fucked up. Both men loved Jessie’s mom, but were unable to share her. How selfish. The concept was so foreign to him.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Hi.”
“Hi, sugar.”
She turned her head and saw his brothers. They all stood up and drew close. “All my cowboys are here.”
“Yes, angel. We’re here.” Phoenix brushed her hair.
“Darlin’, you okay now?” Jackson asked.
“I am. Crying helps a woman more than you know. It’s sometimes better than therapy.”
Denver did know.
Dallas kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Me, too.” Jessie nodded. “Now, down to business. Tell me about your investigation on the memo, the brake line, and the explosion.”
Phoenix spoke first. “Angel, you were right. Austin isn’t the one behind the memo.”
“Really?”
“I got with the techie guys at the mine. Apparently everything that gets printed there goes to a server. The little bastards were able to backtrack the fake to one company employee ID. Paul’s.”
“Paul King? The guy who had the heart attack and nearly ran me over?”
“The one and only.”
Jackson gave his report next. “And apparently Austin’s been meeting with the bank president to get his funds in order. He’s planning on leaving Wilde next month. There’s been nothing nefarious about their meetings and nothing to do with the mine.”
Dallas nodded. “That clears our eldest brother.”
Jessie asked, “What about the brake lines?”
“Paul’s worked on machinery at the mine.” Dallas cupped her chin. “I’m sure he knows a thing or two about an automobile. And he’s a miner. Dynamite is as easy to handle to him as riding a bicycle. He is likely responsible for the Old Mine explosion, too.”
“All evidence points to Paul,” Jackson pointed out. “I can’t figure it out. He always seemed like such a nice guy.”
Phoenix added, “And I always thought he liked working at the mine.”
“Who knows why anyone loses their mind.” Dallas rubbed his chin.
“Did I tell you about how crazy he was at Norma’s with Samantha the other day?” Jessie’s eyes widened.
“No. So, now you’re the one holding back on us.”
“No, Sir. Not me.” She told them how he’d burst into the kitchen and seemed really out of his mind. He’d even warned her to leave town.
“Well, I say we go get the son of a bitch.” Jackson stood up.
“Can’t,” Phoenix informed. “Paul’s left town and his wife. No idea where he went.”
Dallas shook his head. “The guy is completely off his rocker.”
“Well, I feel safe with my guys around me.” Jessie’s words ignited him like a lit match to spilled gasoline.
No matter what happened, she would be his wife one day. “Let’s make our girl feel more comfortable,” he ordered.
Jessie blinked her consent. Denver and his brothers removed her clothes in a flash. He lifted her up into his arms and went to his bedroom. His brothers followed behind.
He gently lowered her onto the middle of the bed then pressed her lush lips with his. Her lips quivered like a delicate butterfly against his mouth. God, he was totally lost to her.
Phoenix and Jackson massaged her calves, while Dallas worked on her feet. His brothers were leaving her upper body to him, and that was just perfect. He nuzzled her neck and began gently kneading her chest. In no time, little whispering moans left her mouth, pleasing him to no end.
* * * *
Jessie’s cowboys worked out every knot and every bit of tightness in her body.
Denver had gotten up on the bed and placed his legs around her, turning his middle into a manly pillow for her head. He massaged her shoulders like a pro, but when he went back to her breasts, he spent more time there.
Phoenix kissed her thigh. “I can’t wait to taste your sweetness, angel.”
Jackson kissed her other thigh. “Me either, darlin’.”
A burning grew inside her as her cowboys licked, pinched, and touched every inch of her body. Jessie’s mind was so numb after the day’s confessions, and she craved the pleasure they would certainly give her.
Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas took turns fingering her pussy. They each had their own style that got to her in different ways. In no time she was wiggling, panting, and arching her back off the bed.
“You like that, sugar?” Denver asked.
“Y–Yes. Very m–much.”
She closed her eyes, as he whispered, “I love you. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The three brothers between her legs replaced their fingers with their tongues. One at a time, they went down on her pussy. Denver pinched her nipples and whispered in her ear. “We’re going to fuck you senseless, sugar. Your hot, sweet body is going to be burning with desire.”
“Y–Yes.”
Dallas laved her clit with his tongue until she thought she might pass out.
“Stop,” Denver ordered. “She’s really close. Let’s take turns tonight. Condoms are in the nightstand. Lube is there, too.”
One by one, they each fucked her to orgasm, while the others watched. First Jackson. Then Phoenix. Next Dallas. Then Denver climbed up in the bed.
“Time for a session.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What state are you in?”
“Green, Sir.” Her body was wonderfully sore and humming.
He rolled a condom down his hard dick. She felt Sir’s muscled frame touching her side, causing her to tremble. “You really pleased me tonight, little one.”
“I’m glad, Sir.”
“This sub did good, didn’t she Master Dallas?”
“She sure did. She did great.”
Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas were looking at her with such pride she thought she would explode from the joy she was feeling.
Sir asked, “Do you know why I asked my brothers to take you one at a time?”
“No, Sir. I don’t know why.”
“You just put on three shows, and you’re about to do tonight’s finale. The next time I take you to The Masters’ Chambers you’ll be ready to submit to me in one of the public areas.”
She smiled, thinking how thrilling and erotic it would be. “Thank you, Sir.”
Sir moved her on top of her. He thrust his big cock into her pussy, slow and hard. Jessie chewed on her lip. The burn, the pressure, the possession made her delirious.
“Clamp your pussy muscles tight around my cock, sub.
She obeyed, feeling a deep hot shudder in her core.
“Good girl.”
Sir drilled into her pussy like a man possessed, causing her depths to tremble. In and out. His invasion spread out her insides, swelling her to the impossible. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clawed at his muscled shoulders. And still, he pressed on with more possessive stabs from his cock into her pussy.
“Do not come, sub.”
A tremble rocked its way from deep inside her pussy through the rest of her body. “It’s hard, Sir. I’m not sure I–I can h–hold—”
“You can. Do not disobey me, Jessie.” Something about Sir’s tone helped. The demanding climax backed down below the surface, but only just under it.
She was mad with desire. Sir’s manly musk filled her nostrils, adding to her frenzy.
“Good girl.” Sir rolled her on top of him, keeping his dick inside her pussy.
Suddenly, she felt hands massaging her ass followed by a lubed finger piercing her anus. She knew immediately it was Jackson from his touch.
Slowly, he went deeper into her, stretching her. As uncontrollable desire wafted through Jessie, she pressed back into his invading hand.
“Your sweet, pretty ass is ready for my dick,” he growled.
He grabbed her hips, and she felt his dick lunge into her ass, sending sparks to her clit.
Jackson and Sir began rhythmic, deep strokes. As they invaded her pussy and ass, Jessie savagely clawed at Denver and pressed back into Jackson. As they continued their assault into her body, sanity failed her. Everything was beyond her control.
No moment in her life had ever been so overpowering. She thought she might die if they didn’t stop soon. But she wanted more, needed more—craved more.
Her heart was beating so fast as Jackson and Denver plunged into her time after time. Over and over. Again and again. She felt like screaming.
Oh God! I’m already screaming.
Sir feathered his lips against her quivering mouth. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”
A curtain of fiery sensations fanned out from her pussy through her entire body. Every cell undulated inside her. Her climax forced its way through her, and she screamed for her life, for her loves, for her future.
Chapter Nine
“Jessica, thank you for meeting us.” Her dad looked at her. He wasn’t wearing a suit and looked almost like he fit in at Norma’s in his long-sleeved shirt and jeans.
“Yes. Thank you.” Her boss sat across from her dad. The last time she’d seen them, they’d been on the floor pounding on each other. Both of them were sporting black eyes.
Like before, her men were in full-on bodyguard mode. Dallas and Jackson were outside the diner. Denver and Phoenix were in the next booth.