Siren in Waiting

  He lined his cock up, emotion threatening to choke him. She’d given him so much. He’d been her first man. Trev had had a ton of sex, some of which he didn’t even remember, but he’d never made love the way he did with Beth. He’d never shared the way he did with Bo. These two people, these loving beings who opened themselves to him—they were his first. He’d fucked too many women to count, but he’d never needed a single one the way he needed these two.

  He loved them. Fuck, but he loved them.

  He pressed his cockhead to her anus. So small. She was so small compared to him. “Relax, Beth. Bo, kiss her. Distract her.”

  Bo eagerly took her head between his hands and devoured her mouth. Trev could see their tongues playing. Bo was more dominant than Trev had imagined. He’d taken to it quickly, not because it was his nature, but because it was what Beth needed. That was Bo’s nature—to provide. He’d simply never been given the opportunity to learn how to do it.

  While Bo kissed her, Trev pressed in. He pushed inside her anus in little strokes, gaining ground with each pass. With each little foray, his dick threatened to explode. He pulled her hips forward. His cockhead slipped inside. Trev groaned. So good. He pressed forward. Beth’s skin quivered under his hands. He heard her moan as he pressed in.

  He pushed forward, forcing her to take his cock. Bo kissed her, their heads moving in time as Trev pressed in until his balls touched the cheeks of her ass. He held himself still, enjoying the heat of her ass, the tight clutch of her anus around his dick.

  “I’m in.” He barely managed the words. He was overwhelmed by the feel of being balls deep in Beth’s ass, Bo’s cock millimeters away, only a thin piece of skin separating them.

  Bo’s head fell back. “Thank god. She’s killing me. Her pussy keeps clenching on my cock, and I thought I would die when you slid against me. I get it now. I totally get it. You okay, baby?”

  Beth turned her head slightly. He could see the strain on her face. “I’m dying. Please fuck me. Please.”

  Trev couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled out and tunneled back in. Her asshole clung, fighting to keep his dick and fighting just as hard to keep him out. This was what he loved. The constant friction on his cock. Every nerve in his body was aware of her. His every sense filled with her—her heat, her sweet scent, her softness engulfed him. He felt infused with her.

  He fucked into her ass, his hands circling her waist. He felt Bo, their limbs mingled as they pleasured their shared lover. Beth was small between them, a beautiful, delicate angel who had brought them all together. She rode Bo, shoving her ass back to take Trev. She worked with them, fighting for her pleasure. She was so different from that first night when she’d shyly allowed him to take her. This Beth reached for her men. This Beth clutched them and made a place for herself.

  God, he loved this Beth.

  Over and over, he drove into her ass, her cheek hitting him as she pushed back against him. Trev was getting close. His balls were drawn, and his spine tingled as the cum boiled inside of him, begging to be released. He wasn’t going to last.

  He reached around and felt his way down her torso to that place where her body met Bo’s. He found her clit and pressed down as he pushed deep inside with his cock.

  Bo bucked up as Beth’s head fell back. She cried out as she came, her body quivering under his. Trev could feel Bo’s cock twitching against his as he came.

  Trev let go. He pushed in, fusing them together as he came in jets of semen. It flowed from his body in a great wave of cum. He kept fucking until he couldn’t anymore, his body falling forward. They were heaped together, the three of them, their limbs mingling. Beth turned toward Trev.

  Trev let his head find Beth’s breast. Peace washed over him. He didn’t need anything but this strange little family in that moment.

  He swore he would protect them.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Beth looked up at Trev, painfully aware that they weren’t alone in the house. Lucas, Lexi, and Aidan had politely left their living room to give them some privacy, but Shelley was still here.

  “You mind Bo.” Trev stood in front of her, clean and freshly dressed. Aidan had taken pity on the fact that she hadn’t fixed the water heater yet and offered them a place to shower. Lexi had loaned Beth some jeans, a bra, and a shirt. Lexi had just laughed when she’d asked about underwear. Apparently Lexi’s men weren’t great believers in it.

  “Are you sure I can’t go with you?” She hugged him. It came naturally now. She wasn’t sure why Trev needed to leave without them.

  “I have some questions I need to ask. It’s not something I can do with you, darlin’. No one would talk to me if I had something as sweet and innocent as you by my side. They wouldn’t buy the act.”

  She snorted. “Innocent?”

  He shook his head, his face soft as he looked down at her. “I don’t care what you do in the bedroom. You’re innocent. How many men have you had?”

  “Two and you know it.”

  “How many men have you loved?”

  That got to the heart of the matter. “Two.”

  He touched her nose with his, a deeply affectionate gesture. “Innocent.”

  She’d hoped she was at least a little dirty. “Why don’t you take Bo with you?”

  He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, staring as though trying to decide just how much to tell her. “I don’t want to involve him. He’s innocent, too. He can drink beer and get into fights, but there’s a piece of Bo that’s just as innocent as you. I have to go see some people I wouldn’t want either of you to meet.”

  She didn’t like the sound of that. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

  His eyes hardened marginally.

  “Please.”

  He groaned but pulled her close. “I’m going to ask a few questions about Bryce Hughes. I think he’s into something bad. I need to figure out just how dangerous he is and if he has any connection to the odd things that have been happening around your place.”

  She frowned. “Like the chandelier falling?”

  His eyes narrowed. “You know something you’re not telling me?”

  She hurried to get the words out before he reached for some more rope. “It’s just a suspicion, but I think the chandelier had help. Why would someone want a light fixture to fall? They couldn’t possibly have known we would be sitting there.”

  It didn’t make any sense.

  “No, they couldn’t have known, but I also don’t believe that kid was looking for drugs. I need to figure out who that kid was coming after. You should know that if I find out he was really coming after you, I’m going to have your ass in Dallas under lock and key, and I won’t take no for an answer. I should know something in a couple of hours. I want you and Shelley to pack a few things and come back here to wait for me. We’ll decide how to proceed after I know something, but I don’t want you to spend another night in that house.”

  Her heart clenched. That house was special to her. “Trev, I can’t leave. I need to get to work. At the very least I need to figure out how to protect the house. It’s all I have. Every dime I have is sunk into that house.”

  And it hit her.

  “That hole in my ceiling is going to cost me a pretty penny. Pennies I shouldn’t have because I couldn’t get a loan. What if someone’s trying to force me to sell the place because it no longer is a doable project? If I couldn’t get a loan, I would have to sell. I wouldn’t be able to fix it up. Is there something I don’t know about the property? Is some big development firm interested in it?”

  Trev’s mouth flattened. “I don’t know. If there was, you would think they would make you an offer. No big firm is going to send someone in to loosen your chandelier. They might have the property condemned, but I don’t see it. I need to figure this thing out, not just for you, darlin’. I need to know if my sister is married to someone dangerous.”

  “She’ll be fine,” Bo said, coming up from behind. He nuzzled the back of her neck. “I’l
l take care of our girl. We’ll hit the house, grab some stuff, and lock up the best we can. We’ll be right back here waiting for you.”

  “Beth, pick up some clothes for Shelley. I don’t want her to walk into Bryce’s house again.”

  “Trev!” Shelley came up from her place on the couch. “I can’t just walk out.”

  “Yes, you can. Did you talk to Lucas like I asked?”

  Shelley’s big brown eyes turned down. “I did. He got a big smile on his face when I told him I wanted a divorce, and I swear his mouth suddenly had fangs. Do lawyers grow fangs when they sense a good case?”

  Beth had heard Lucas say he just loved taking douche bags like Bryce for everything they were worth. At least Shelley had a lawyer who would go to the mat for her.

  “All the more reason for you to not walk back into that house.” Trev had made his decision, and Beth didn’t think he would be moved.

  Beth walked up to Trev’s sister, slipping her hand into Shelley’s, squeezing reassuringly. “We can go shopping tomorrow. It’ll be fun.”

  Shelley took a deep breath. “All right. I think I can handle a little shopping. Though maybe we could drive into Austin. The only place to buy clothes here is Gwen’s Emporium, and she stands there and shakes her head when I try to buy a V-neck. She always asks if I really think my boobs are going to fit or if I just want them to spill out all over the place. I won’t even tell you what she says about low-rise jeans.”

  “Austin it is.” Beth didn’t want to admit that Gwen always told her she had such modest taste. She didn’t want to be praised for her modesty anymore. It was time to give the girls a little breathing room. “I think I might like some V-neck shirts, too. And really low-rise jeans.”

  “Now, we should talk about that,” Trev said, his eyes narrowing.

  “Says the man whose idea of fashion consists of thirty yards of rope. Let the woman be. I think Beth’s ass is going to look gorgeous in some tight jeans,” Bo said with a healthy leer.

  Yes, dressing was going to be fun from now on. She finally understood why women spent hours shopping and picking out the right clothes to wear. She made a mental note to take the trunk of clothes she’d found in Maudine’s bedroom with her. The fifties style seemed to suit her. She noticed Bo was holding something in his hand. She rolled her eyes. “You are not bringing Roxanne.”

  Bo pulled his Remington Model Seven rifle to his chest, clutching it the way he would a woman. “You don’t listen to her,” he said to Roxanne. “She doesn’t understand. No, sweetheart, after everything we’ve been through together, I’m not dumping you for her. She doesn’t even take short action magnum cartridges.”

  Beth cocked a hip. That rifle was not sleeping in her bed. “And Roxanne doesn’t take double input. You think about that before you bring her to bed with you.”

  Trev doubled over. “You are both insane. Bo? Seriously? You named your rifle?”

  “Well, tell me you didn’t name your favorite football. Beth had like a thousand stuffed animals, and every single one of them had a name. And she slept with all of them. They’re in a box waiting to be picked up and moved. And my rifle is way more useful than a faded pink hippo named Horace,” Bo argued.

  Beth opened her mouth to give Trev a piece of her mind, but Shelley was smiling.

  “He called it Troy, after Troy Aikman,” Shelley said with a laugh. “He slept with that football. He carried it around for years. And, at one point in time, he named his biceps. Smith and Wesson. Because they were his guns.”

  Trev flushed and shook his head. “Brat.”

  Shelley hugged her brother. “You bet. Now go and do what you need to do. I’ll follow Bo and Roxanne’s instructions.”

  “Finally a woman who respects you,” Bo whispered to his gun, but he gave Beth a wink.

  She couldn’t help but kiss him. He was crazy, and he was going to make their lives so much fun. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at Trev and Bo together. So different and yet they fit. She was suddenly looking forward to the rest of her life.

  When Bo hustled her into the cab of the truck, she held Roxanne for him.

  * * * *

  Bo pulled up to the house, his mind on the events of the afternoon. He could still feel Beth plastered to his body. Despite the shower he’d taken, he swore he could still smell her arousal. It had been the hottest sexual experience of his life. And he was worried.

  Trev hadn’t said he would stay. Bo knew it wasn’t fair, but he wanted commitment. Just a couple of days before, he’d wanted nothing more than to see Trev McNamara’s back as he walked out of town. But now he couldn’t imagine it. He couldn’t imagine a life with Beth that didn’t include the Dom. For the first time, Bo was excited. He had so much to learn from Trev and not just about how to bind Beth’s breasts.

  Bo looked through the front window as he parked behind Beth’s “car.” He knew he should pull closer so Trev would have space, but he didn’t want to run the risk of breathing on the Pinto and having it explode in a fiery mass. Yeah, she was getting a new car, and she was learning to drive it properly. He took Roxanne from Beth’s hands and eased out of the cab. He opened the door for the women and looked around.

  Everything was quiet. The late-afternoon air was cool and calm. Everything seemed to be the way they had left it. Trev had him paranoid.

  “Come on, let’s get what we need and get back to Aidan’s.”

  Beth frowned, looking at the house. “I don’t want to leave it. Now I’m nervous that I’m going to spend the night at Aidan’s and someone will have taken a wrecking ball to it when we come back. I wanted to get started so bad.”

  Shelley put an arm around Beth. “It’s a beautiful place, and it’s going to be standing when we come back. When Trev is satisfied that Bryce is just another douche bag, we’ll return, and I’ll help you. This is my specialty, you know. Before Bryce talked me into refurbing politician’s offices, I used to flip houses. I started when I was like twenty with our grandmother’s house. I love working with my hands. And I am handy with a jigsaw.”

  Beth smiled, her face lighting up. “Good, because I have about two thousand square feet of bamboo flooring to put in.”

  Bo groaned. He got the feeling there would be a whole lot of home improvement work in his future. “Let’s get this done.”

  He took the porch steps two at a time and opened the front door, allowing Beth and Shelley to enter. The women walked into the front hall, chatting about stained concrete and how to best knock out the wall between the office and the kitchen.

  “Stop.” Bo’s heart raced as he heard the sound. It was quiet, but the floor above them creaked with an unmistakable pattern. Someone was walking on the second floor. And it wasn’t Trev.

  Bo put a finger to his mouth. Beth’s eyes widened, and Shelley reached for her hand. “Stay here.”

  As quietly as he could, he walked up the stairs, sticking to the side where there was less chance of a creak alerting whoever was upstairs to his presence. He wasn’t taking any chances this time. He held his rifle, his finger on the trigger. It was just like hunting, he told himself. Patience would win the day.

  “Fuck.” Bo heard the soft curse and the frustration behind it. Bryce Hughes was here. Trev had been right, but Bo would be the one to figure out the mystery. He intended to call in the police, but not until he had a few questions answered for himself.

  “Come on, come on. Barry, you were such a fucker. Goddamn it. If I could kill you twice, I would.”

  Bryce sounded past desperate. The words came out of his mouth in a harsh whisper, as though the dead man could hear him speaking from beyond the grave. Bryce had killed his partner? Barry Bellows had died in a car accident, and no one in Deer Run had really looked much past that fact. Had Bryce set up that little accident? What the hell was he looking for in Beth’s bedroom? It sounded like he was tearing the place apart.

  Bo eased up to the second-floor landing and onto the carpet runner. He could move a little more freely.
Bryce was making enough noise for both of them. The door to Beth’s bedroom was open, and even from his vantage point, Bo could see that Bryce had been hard at work. Beth’s pretty comforter was on the floor, feathers from the pillows littering the hallway. Bryce stood in the center of the room with a sledgehammer. He pulled it over his head, the wall that separated the bedroom from the bathroom his obvious target.

  “Stop right there.” Bo wasn’t about to let this asshole start tearing out walls. That was Beth’s job.

  Bryce stopped, staring at the rifle aimed solidly at his chest. The sledgehammer fell to the floor with a crack. Bryce turned, his normally perfect hair disheveled. His lower lip was busted, blood oozing onto his chin. One eye was swollen. It looked like a purple egg had made a nest of his face. “I have to find it.”

  “What?”

  “They’re going to kill me if I don’t find it. It has to be here. Why else would Barry have come here? He hated that old bitch. He fucking couldn’t stand her. He hid it here, the bastard. I built this business. I was the one with the contacts. He had no right to hold out on me. He tried to fucking blackmail me. No one blackmails Bryce Hughes. I showed him. I showed him.”

  Bo took a deep breath. Bryce Hughes seemed to have found that “edge” everyone talked about, and he’d gone straight over in a happy swan dive. “I think we need to go downstairs and wait for the sheriff.”

  Bryce’s head sagged. “No cops. Cops won’t stop them. I have to find it. Fuck. I have to find it or we’re all dead. You’re an idiot. You should never have walked in here. You’re supposed to be at Aidan’s. Shelley said she was meeting you all out at Aidan’s for the afternoon. Now we’re all dead.”

  “Bo?” Beth’s soft voice nearly made Bo’s heart stop. He turned, ready to yell at her to get her ass out of here and take Shelley with her.