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  Boone inhaled and looked down the hall. “I think that’s for another time. Come on.”

  The doctor was coming through the set of double doors. Even from where she stood, she could see the grim look on the surgeon’s face. She held her breath, saying a silent prayer and while she’d given up believing in God a long time ago, she could feel his grace and love on this place at this time.

  “Please God,” Boone whispered. Taking her hand into his, they both walked down the hallway, heading in the direction of the others.

  Every team member, Shannon, Trinity and Laney stood stoically, their faces tear stained and full of sadness.

  Stasha was shaking and while she didn’t know Jessica or the majority of the others very well at all, the love and concern was palpable. They were a true team, a family that stood by each other through thick and thin.

  As the doctor walked closer, taking Stoker to the side, Boone rubbed his fingers in the palm of her hand, making swirls and circles, lines and zigzags.

  She found herself inching closer, pulling Boone along the way. When the doctor patted Stoker on the arm, keeping his hand there, the move so comforting, she knew that tragedy had occurred. Tears rushed to her eyes, falling silently down her face. Holding back the sobs, she fell against Boone as several of the others began to cry.

  The doctor couldn’t look anyone else in the eye as he turned and headed back toward the doors.

  All Stasha could concentrate on was the swinging of the metal and the creaking sounds.

  Stoker crumpled down, his face in his hands, sobbing.

  Only Garcia managed to take a step closer, his hand shaking as he reached out for his friend. “Stoker?”

  Stoker sniffed and wiped his eyes several times until he was finally able to look up. “Jessica is all right. She’s going to be fine.” He coughed, the tears forcing him to choke. He continued rubbing his eyes, his actions demanding.

  “And?” Shannon struggled.

  After a few seconds, Stoker gulped and smiled, his eyes twinkling. “And I have a son. A beautiful and perfect little boy.”

  Chapter 15

  This is an adorable little bar,” Stasha said as she gazed around the quaint and very dark location. The invitation had come out of the blue, but she was grateful to get away from the drudgery of cleaning up the broken glass. While she hadn’t talked to Trinity for more than a few minutes, they seemed very much alike. Bold. Assertive. Honest.

  “I found this place when I came here. No one knew who I was, and I could sit and enjoy a glass of wine and people watch,” Trinity said. “I still do sometimes, but don’t you dare tell Riker.”

  “Your secret is safe with me.” They clinked glasses. The woman was beautiful in such an unassuming way. She’d been able to see such love in Trinity’s eyes when she looked at Riker. “Which do you prefer I call you, Trinity or Carrie?”

  Trinity laughed as she fiddled with her wine glass. “Either is fine. Riker goes back and forth. Everyone in town considers me the famous actress,” she whispered, using a husky voice and batting her eyelashes. Bursting into laughter, she rolled her eyes. “Trinity is fine. I’m so used to that name that when Riker calls me Carrie, I know I’m getting a spanking.”

  “So, this Burnout club really exists?” Boone had been more than forthcoming during the last two days. They’d talked about anything and everything, but the fact two murderous thugs remained at large.

  “I said the exact same thing and I can tell you that so did Jessica, Shannon and Laney. We were like, you talk about what? What’s wrong with football and beer?”

  Chuckling, she took a sip of her wine. “They need something to counteract the manly man and very dangerous job.”

  Trinity shrugged. “I know. Tough to take. When we all thought they were gone, I knew I couldn’t survive. I haven’t been around long enough to go through any close calls. I didn’t realize how horrible it could be. Just mind fucking yourself straight into hell. But, the love is worth it. Yes?” She raised a single eyebrow.

  “Does everyone see how Boone and I are together?”

  “No hiding anything in this town. I’m telling you. There are zero secrets.” Trinity narrowed her eyes. “Oh, honey. I didn’t mean anything by that. I don’t care about your past, except I wanted to let you know that I understand a small part. Small.”

  “What have you heard?” Stasha grumbled.

  “People in every town talk. They know about what happened with me and the fact I had an abusive boyfriend. I’m certain the tale was spun in various ways,” Trinity snorted. “You can’t let that bother you.”

  “I don’t care what people say normally, but I have a business to run. If they think some kinky girl lives here…” Unable to finish, she took another gulp of wine.

  “We’re all a bit kinky. What do you think would happen if anyone heard about this Burnout club? Grown men vowing to venture into a relationship with women and taking the upper hand. Right.” Trinity looked away. “Then again, maybe they’d be thrilled.”

  They both laughed and Stasha could feel the tension slipping away. “Drake was so wonderful at first, but he was obsessed with me. He wanted to control everything in my life and I allowed him to in the beginning.”

  “Some men are like that. Master manipulators. You and I are born submissives. Dominant men know that. Vultures feed off those who let them. You did nothing wrong. Keep that in mind. You were a victim.”

  “My mind tells me that, but the rational and educated woman screams that I was a fool and should have known better.”

  Trinity leaned forward. “Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.” The sing-song voice was followed by a wink. “Boone is a good man. They’re all good guys. There’s a little too much testosterone in them, but not a bad bone in any of them. Let yourself go with him. He won’t hurt you. At least not in the way that this Drake freak did. Spankings? Well, that’s something else.” She wiggled in her seat, laughing again.

  The wine and the conversation were exactly what she needed. “His favorite implement?”

  Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Stasha a mischievous grin. “Hand. Belt. Brush. Pick something. He made me go into Target with him last week and remained on the brush aisle, trying out various wooden brushes. It was busy, and the various customers thought we were nuts.”

  Her turn to burst into laughter, she held up her wine glass. “I think I’m going to enjoy our friendship.”

  “I do too. Both wicked and wild.”

  “The perfect way to be.” She finished off her wine and glanced at her watch. “I should get going or I have no doubt I’ll be getting a spanking later tonight.”

  “Fair. Just remember one important thing. Talk to Boone. Don’t hide your fears or your past from him. That will only destroy what you found and what you’re sharing together. I know this very well.”

  Nodding, she eased out of the chair. Trinity was right. Now, to find the guts to tell him the truth.

  Opening his eyes, Boone smiled for the first time in two solid days. Dawn was just spilling over the horizon. Between talking with the insurance investigators, Investigator Nelson and time spent with the sheriff and his deputies, the entire time had gone by in a blur. At least the horses were safe, found wandering almost three miles away from the fire. Their new temporary home was perfect, and he was grateful to the new father for offering.

  Turning over, he reached out, brushing the tip of his index finger from Stasha’s collarbone to her shoulder. She’d fallen into a deep sleep, exhaustion and the bottle of wine allowing her to feel safe and comfortable. He remained angry, infuriated that she’d been captured, tortured and no doubt would have been killed if she’d hadn’t been able to escape.

  Two days and there was no sign of Bo Dreyfus or his sister. Sure, the sheriff continued to say it was only a matter of time until they were caught, but he had his doubts. At some point he was going to confront Colton and he was determined to be given truthful answers.

  Inhaling, he low
ered his head, blowing across her arm and neck.

  Stasha flapped her hand, groaning in her sleep.

  He held back a laugh as he repeated the move. Teasing her had become his latest thrill, along with spanking her ass. Unable to resist a stifled chuckle, he pressed his lips against her arm, dragging his tongue back and forth.

  Stirring, she rolled partially over, the move allowing the sheet to fall, exposing her beautiful breasts. Even in the dim lighting, he marveled at her porcelain skin and rosy nipples.

  Boone gripped the sheet, pulling ever so slowly until her entire naked body was exposed. Voluptuous breasts leading to a thin waist, rounded hips and legs that were supposed to be wrapped around his waist. His cock stood at full attention, as hungry as he’d been these past two mornings. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.

  He trailed a line down from her neck, in between her breasts then over to her nipple, darting it back and forth. When she didn’t move, he lowered his head, dragging his tongue across her other nipple until the bud became hard. Unable to resist, he lowered his head, suckling on the tip as he allowed his finger to continue traveling down.

  She parted her legs, bending one knee and moaned, but remained asleep.

  His cock was aching and as he crawled over her, his shaft pushed hard against her thigh. He slipped his finger past her wet folds, wiggling until his finger was slathered with her sweet pussy juice. As his balls swelled, filling with cum, he slid his finger around her clit, moving in a lazy circle.

  “Oh…” Her lips parting, her hand traveled down her neck, moving the tips of her fingers back and forth.

  He pinched her nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling as he sucked, pulling her tender tissue between his lips. A single growl escaped his lips as he swirled his finger around and around then thrust one inside her cunt.

  Her eyelids fluttering open, she blinked twice, a smile curling across her mouth. But she remained where she was.

  Moving his lips across her chest, he sucked on the other tip, allowing the suckling sounds to become exaggerated. Boone added a second finger, pushing inside, flexing them open.

  Stasha opened her legs even wider, as if obeying his commands. A light sheen of perspiration covered her skin, shimmering in the golden shadows and one hand eased above her head, clenching the iron rung of the headboard.

  Boone licked under each breast then licked down to her bellybutton, darting the tip just inside. He crawled between her legs, brushing the tips of his fingers up along the insides of her legs. Blowing another swath of hot air, he savored the way she was shivering, trembling at his touch.

  “Oh, you’re bad,” she finally whispered.

  “No, I’m very good.” Taking her thighs into his hands, he opened her wide, pushing back her knees and teasing her clit with the slightest touch of his tongue. “Don’t move.”

  She gave him a hazy look and lifted her legs even further, opening them wide. “Yes, sir.”

  Easing off the bed, he rustled in his bag, finding what he was looking for. He held the two strands of rope in his hand as he moved closer. “Put your other hand on the headboard.”

  Obeying instantly, she watched him, her mouth remaining pursed as he tied her wrists. Leaning over, he kissed her lips, darting his tongue around hers before cupping her chin and thrusting his tongue inside. Exploring her dark recesses, the kiss became filtered by their combined moans.

  Clenching her fists open and closed, she wiggled as he bit down on her lower lip before pulling back. “What are you going to do?”

  “Anything and everything I want. You belong to me.” Crawling back onto the bed, he held her legs as he pressed his face into her cunt, thrusting his tongue inside.

  “Oh! Yes, sir.”

  She was so wide open, so exposed and he loved every minute of seeing her this way. Using two fingers, he thrust them inside her pussy, sharing the space with his tongue. Moving in a perfect orchestration, he savored the taste of her, eating, feasting on her sweet juice.

  “Jesus. This is… Mmm…”

  He lapped at her wetness then dragged his tongue up and down several times as he drove two then three fingers inside, pumping in a wild and savage manner. When he started to suck on her clit, she jerked up from the bed, struggling with her bindings.

  “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Not yet or I’ll spank that sweet pussy of yours.” Leaning back, he gave her cunt two hard smacks before driving his fingers in again. And again. He licked around his fingers down to the crack of her ass, darting the tip just inside her asshole.

  “Boone!” The screech was followed by a series of pants as she tossed her head back and forth.

  Groaning, he pushed his thumb into her dark hole and buried his face into her pussy, licking and eating, sucking on her juice, her tender tissue. He wanted the scent of her all over him.

  She wiggled, undulating her body until the headboard slammed against the wall, clanging as she repeated the move.

  Boone held her down, licking and sucking, using the perfect dichotomy of pleasure with a hint of pain. He replaced his thumb with two fingers, pumping inside her ass. There was nothing better than fucking her from behind, taking her rough and tumble, his cock driving into her dark hole.

  “My, oh my… I…” Stasha moaned and huffed, her eyes clamped shut, her entire body shaking.

  He knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long and he moved his entire face up and down the length of her pussy as he thrust harder and faster. As he watched her face, her pinched expression, his cock throbbed to the point of utter anguish. He needed relief soon.

  She tossed her head back and forth, moaning. Panting. “Please… let me come. I’ll be a good girl.”

  He chuckled hearing her words and picked up his pace, thrusting in as deep as his fingers would allow. Her ass. Her pussy. His face buried, so wet. When her legs began to shake, he lifted his head. “Come for me. Come.”

  “Yes!” Jerking up again, she arched her back, her mouth gaping open, a garbled scream rumbling up from her throat.

  The climax turned into a wave, sending a shower of tremors along every inch of her body. He held her fast, licking every drop of her cream, savoring the flavor as the delicious juice slid down his throat.

  “Oh, God!”

  After she stopped shaking, he licked his lips, the action exaggerated and loud before easing her legs down and crawling up, straddling her head. He smiled as he shifted back and forth, pushing the tip of his cock across her mouth. “Are you hungry?”

  “Always,” she purred and opened her mouth wide.

  Boone tapped his dick against her cheek before sliding the tip of his cock inside her wet mouth. The moment she clamped around his shaft, he hissed and closed his eyes. Pressing the palms of his hands against the wall, he shifted forward, holding his stance as she sucked and licked, dragging her tongue around and back and forth.

  She used her strong jaw muscles to clench, pulling his cock in deeper.

  He allowed her to play, taking her time to suckle his aching shaft then dropped his head, watching as beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead. He began pumping into her mouth, careful movements as his desire increased. He wanted her to suck every drop, her mouth and throat filled with his cum.

  She struggled to get to him, her arms pulling at the tight confines.

  “No, you don’t. You do everything I say.” Watching her eyes, the way her brow furrowed, he licked his dry lips and continued thrusting, every hard pump going deeper.

  Shifting her head, she managed to take his cock deeper, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes were hazy with lust.

  Boone panted as his hands became sweaty and he was tingling, his legs tense as he held back, thrusting in a controlled fashion. “Yes. God…” He thrust in and out, fucking her mouth. This was so sinful, so damn hot and he wanted this to last for a long time.

  She gagged yet continued sucking.

  He pumped the base of his cock wit
h one hand, twisting until the friction became painful. His body was shaking from the heightened adrenaline and he could feel his balls swelling more, full and ready. There was no holding back. “Shit!”

  Stasha moaned around the thick invasion and her eyes shut, her expression relaxed.

  Spewing into her mouth, his body jerked, and he struggled to keep his cock in place. When cum bubbled up and out of her mouth, he pulled back, panting. “Oh, my God.” Laughing, he slid his fingers through the white cream, gathering a long string on his finger and sliding the tip inside her mouth.

  “Mmm…”

  Boone fell back on the bed, exhausted and elated until he could control his breathing. Very slowly, he rolled off the bed and unfastened her wrists. Pulling her to a standing position, he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “You feel so good in my arms.”

  “What a delicious way to wake up,” she purred into his ear then nipped his earlobe. “Would you like to take a shower with me?”

  He tapped her ass. “Nope. You know what comes next.”

  “Poo.” Stasha pressed her head against his shoulder. “I’ve been so good.”

  “I know you have. The spankings help. Besides, you’re not off the bad girl list for scaring me half to death.” He tapped her ass again before easing back, kissing her forehead. “You know what you need.” They hadn’t discussed her relationship with Drake, but he gathered from the few things that she’d said that he’d been sadistic, driving their relationship to the breaking point. While he knew in his heart she adored the structure, rules to follow, he never wanted to break her trust. This was far too special.

  Stasha exhaled and gave him a simple smile. “You know me very well.”

  “I like to think that I do. Come on, take my hand.” He guided her into the small living room. He’d helped her clean up the mess left by the monster and purchased a few new things. Staying with her was amazing, but he wasn’t certain this would last. Still, the cozy surroundings and minimalistic furniture was another moment of starting over, only this time shared with someone he loved. “Now, let’s see.” Dragging one of two hardback chairs out from under the table, he plopped down and took both of her hands into his. “Do you know why you need a hard spanking every day?”