* * * *
“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 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.”
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.
* * * *
“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.
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.
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 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.
“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 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.