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She juts her ass back at me and starts thrusting back in my direction, almost as if she’s pleading me to take care of her aching pussy. She’s fucking insatiable, and that’s exactly the way I like.

  I grab her hips and, angling my cock down, I simply slide it inside her drenched pussy. I start pounding her, not even bothering to start slowly—I just go all in right from the start, my whole cock sliding in and out of her so fast I doubt she can tell when I’m going in or out. She screams at the top of her lungs as I fuck her senselessly, screams of pure delight echoing inside my head.

  While I pound her hard, she begins devouring Kieran’s cock, bobbing her head up and down and sucking him at the same rhythm.

  She wants to moan and she wants to scream—that much I can tell. But with Kieran’s cock buried deep in her mouth, all that she can do is succumb to pleasure.

  Changing positions, Kieran slowly goes up to his feet, standing in front of her. Stacy reacts by lifting her arms over her head and laying her hands on Kieran's waist; her fingers slide across it, and she grabs his round ass cheeks, pulling him in even more. With gentle movements, he starts to thrust, his length going in and out of her mouth.

  I slap her cheeks with the back of my hand, as she rocks her ass against me; with the brashness I’m pounding into her, it doesn’t take more than thirty seconds for her to go from her hands to her elbows, hair falling down on her shoulders.

  Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. She pushes past all her limits and continue thrusting back at me but, before she can come, I lace her waist and pull her back.

  I lay down on the bed as she rolls into a sitting position over my cock, her back turned to me. She grabs Kieran’s ankles, who’s still standing in front of her, and sways her hips back and front, left and right, all over my pulsing cock.

  She then starts jumping on my cock, and she´s doing it hard. I’m cupping her ass as she does it, and she leans just a bit forwards, slightly bending my cock down.

  “Fuck, Stacy,” I exhale sharply, slapping her ass again, harder this time.

  My whole body becomes rock solid as she jumps on me with all the strength that she has in her - suddenly, I hook my fingers on her waist and pull her down onto me. She sits on my crotch as my cock goes as deep as it has ever been inside of her.

  “OH MY GOD!” She moans, her voice like the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard as pleasure courses through her body.

  Swear to God, there’s nothing like a woman moaning as she comes, especially one such as Stacy.

  “There’s more to come,” I tell her as I slide my cock from inside her, and I simply move away and open enough space for Kieran to replace me.

  I give him a slight nod, and he positions himself behind her, his long fingers grabbing her by the waist as he points his hard cock towards the crevice between her thighs. With one single thrust he’s all in. I move up the mattress, and she takes one hand and grabs my cock, guiding my flesh against her lips once again.

  She kisses my tip, her tongue circling it in abandonment as her body rocks back and forth with each of Kieran’s trust.

  I grab her by the head and start to thrust too, my other hand grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. She starts bobbing her head, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth furiously, and only stops to suck in the pre-cum on my tip. Fuck, our cocks are completely punishing her and she’s loving every single second of it.

  She juts her ass back at Kieran, her ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of it making me even crazier. Each time she rocks her body back and allow Kieran’s cock to slide deep inside of her, my shaft goes back out over her tongue; she then does the opposite, moving forwards and making my cock brush against the back of her throat as Kieran’s slides out her pussy. It’s a perfect pendulum motion, a never ending dance of pleasure.

  Kieran grabs her ass then, his thumbs over the dimples on her lower back, and he starts to thrust wildly, a frantic rage pulling the strings of his movements.

  She leans into my cock as her body is consumed by the holy fire of ecstasy, taking me in her mouth and sucking on me.

  Her pussy has tightened up around Kieran’s cock, but that doesn’t make him stop - on the contrary, it only makes him go harder and keep thrusting while waves of pleasure crash inside of her.

  She opens her eyes and, my cock is still inside of her mouth, she looks up at me.

  That does it for me.

  The moment I look into her eyes, I simply can’t stop myself from coming. I feel a burning fire taking over my cock, and next thing I know my cock is pulsing almost too violently against her tongue and the inside of her cheeks.

  Knowing me ready, she sucks even more eagerly; a fraction of a second closer and my eyes are rolling in their orbits as I shoot all my cum inside her mouth.

  “Fuck,” Kieran groans at the same time, and I realize that he’s coming as well, his body so tense that his muscles strain against his skin.

  “OH GOD, OH GOD,” Stacy suddenly blurts out, taking her mouth of my cock and closing her eyes. I notice a bead of cum trickling down her mouth as she screams, an expression of pure pleasure taking over her face.

  She’s bunching up the sheets, her fists closed so tightly that her knuckles have grown white.

  Still in front of her, I simply take in the scene as she comes, enjoying every single second of it. Fuck, I’ve already been with her before, but sharing her with Kieran…fuck, this was different. Way different.

  “That was amazing,” she sighs, and then simply collapses on top of the mattress, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips.

  “It was,” I merely say, laying down by her side.

  What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

  What is she doing to us?

  Chapter 23

  Kieran

  The old, yet restored library of the mansion is one of my favorite places.

  It contains a ton of memories of long nights studying for college exams, and of my father telling us the ways of the world. Being in here makes me miss him even more, but it also reminds me of home.

  Yes, I’m at the mansion, but I can hardly call it home with the way things are right now.

  At least reconnecting with Carter has been good. It's like we're back to being brothers and haven't skipped a beat. Carter and I have been pouring over father's financial records for the last three days.

  Stacy's been here the whole time, holed up with us, and we’re all in this together.

  Come hell or high water, we’ll find Percy's weakness.

  We've practically locked ourselves in here for the past few days. The library has become our own little fortress away from the world. There are papers everywhere and books, data, and records.

  Too bad that nothing within Raine's Petroleum has been adequately recorded. I'm seeing now that while our father was a brilliant man, he wasn’t exactly the most organized one.

  No wonder Percy thinks he can take a hold of the company. There are so many holes in the financial paperwork that with just a little bit of financial prowess one could make their way into the corporation quite easily. Still, though we haven't found the smoking gun, it feels like we’re getting close.

  "Have you guys found anything good?" Stacy asks, her soft voice making me raise my head from the documents I’ve been pouring over.

  She comes behind me and hugs my strong shoulders. I haven't worked for a while, and I'm aching to stretch my limbs and perhaps get my blood flowing. Maybe a sex session would do it?

  That’s right—I'm quickly becoming addicted to her velvety pussy, and she's always in the back of my mind somewhere. You try being trapped in here with a blonde goddess. You couldn't resist either.

  I smell her coconut hair, her fragrant perfume…fuck, everything about her is intoxicating. I want to rip the clothes off her body right here and have a quick little fuck, even if Carter’s involved.

  Whatever makes Stacy happy now makes me happy as well. Though my cock is getting hard, I have to suppr
ess all the desire—we have work to do.

  I know Stacy will never be able to rest soundly until we find the key to her freedom, and that’s our only mission now.

  "Jesus, Stacy,” I whisper, closing my eyes for a moment. “You can’t be this close to me, you know? Having you like this makes me want to bend you over this couch…. But we can't. Not with all this shit we gotta read."

  "Oh, are you getting hard just having me near?” she teases. “I think that's a good thing. Don't you think that's a good thing, Carter?"

  He looks up from his pile of paperwork. "I have no opinion on this unless you feel like coming over here and curling up in my lap."

  I grab her arms and keep her tight. "No way. You're not going anywhere." I kiss her and I feel her soft, full lips. I'm getting harder and harder, my cock straining against my pants, and I relent.

  "Fine, baby, come sit with me."

  She curls up next to me and I hand her some of the papers. We sift through them for what seems like hours before Carter eventually breaks through the silence.

  "I've got something interesting."

  "Finally. What is it?"

  He stands and walks over to me. Carter hands Stacy a tattered ledger, one that upon clearer inspection shows that money has been flowing out in a weird way.

  "Can you see it? Money is going to Bale’s Oil, and that's clearly wrong, isn't it? That's not someone Dad ever worked with."

  "Yes, he actually had some major aversion to working with them. He always talked about it."

  "I know, right?" It's common knowledge that John hated Bale’s Oil. He was always ranting about them and how ruthless and amoral they are.

  Carter sits on the couch next to us and we’re all left scratching our heads. I finally say what's on everyone's mind. "It's embezzlement, clearly. That's what we're all thinking, isn't it?"

  "That's what I've been thinking," Stacy says.

  She’s sitting in between us and her blonde hair is flowing down her shoulders; she looks like a tasty treat wearing little shorts and my sweatshirt.

  "That’s a serious crime. We need more evidence," Carter says. He doesn't hesitate.

  We know that if we find the necessary evidence, Percy will end up in jail…but so fucking what? He deserves it. "What we have here is only a shred of information. It's not enough."

  I run my fingers through my blonde hair. This fucking situation is stressing me out. While it's been nice to reconnect with Carter and to be with Stacy every moment, I have to say that thinking of someone stealing my father's money is fanning the flames of rage inside of me.

  We need more evidence.

  "If we had a chart of the accounts we could find out more. A chart would prove it," Carter says. "And the only person with access to that kind of information is..."

  "Percy."

  "Fucking Percy."

  Stacy looks between us. "Guys, is there anything I can do to help? I want to help take him down. There’s nothing I want more."

  "That's not a bad idea," I say, although I don’t like putting Stacy on the frontlines. "She does have more contact with him."

  Carter and I exchange a glance. He says what I can't. "Stacy, he won't reveal that kind of information to you. Even though you're married, he doesn't trust you."

  She looks sad, like she wishes she could do more. But there's nothing else to be done. We can't win this way.

  "There is another option," Carter says, leaning back against his seat. "What about Nolan? I mean, he used to be one of us and he seems to be in Percy's confidence. If he could just steal a look or a picture at the documents we need…then we can nail him for embezzlement, and that’s a hefty charge. He’ll be done."

  To think of putting him behind bars doesn't even faze me. After all the years of torment and dishonesty, I don't feel like I owe him much. And, more than anything, I want to put this behind us so that I can focus on ravaging Stacy and not much else. I even resent Percy for causing all this drama and forcing us to deal with this. I have a beautiful girl who’s practically a prison at my beck and call, and yet I can't fuck her as much as I would like to because of all this other shit.

  The moment we solve this riddle, you an bet everything you own that I’ll spend every waking hour of my day ravaging Stacy. That much I know for sure.

  Chapter 24

  Nolan

  The guest house at the estate is not a bad deal.

  I like it because it's removed from the main house and I can be myself out here, take the odd skinny dip, and have my own private patio that looks out onto the stars. I prefer to be separated from everybody and to have my own space, always have.

  Normally I keep to my corner of the world and have little meaningful interaction with everybody else.

  I like women, yes, but I don't like to keep them close.

  Stacy is different. There's something about her that intrigues me, that I just haven't got to the bottom of yet and I don't know what it is.

  She gorgeous, yes, but then there's something else beneath that, a kind of sweetness and a depth that is uncharacteristic of most of the beautiful women I've known.

  I will have to talk to her about this eventually but now is just not the time.

  How can I have an honest conversation with her when I can't even be alone with my own thoughts?

  The way I am under Percy's rule has me shamed and wanting to run from this whole situation. I wish I could just take my motorcycle, drive down the highway and never look back. Unfortunately, money problems have a way of following you, even into the sunset.

  There's a knock at the door and I'm surprised to find Stacy's perfect body standing before me.

  Maybe fate has just knocked on my door and I'm supposed to tell her my feelings?

  Fuck, I’m thinking that instead of how I want to taste her tits while she moans at my touch.

  "Come in," I say immediately. Seeing her lights me up. She looks so damn fuckable, especially standing in the light of the full moon. I want her. I've been craving her body.

  "Hi," she says stepping in the door. It's like she walks on air.

  How did she ever get so wrapped up in this family of chaos?

  "I need to talk to you."

  "Okay." I take a seat and pull her towards me.

  The feel of her light body on my lap makes my cock get hard and I don't even try to hide it.

  I know she wants me. I know she wants more and that is something I'm eager to give. There's something special about her. There definitely is.

  She slips down to the cushions so that her body is spread out and I'm cradling her head right near my cock.

  She probably is dying to taste it and that's why she's come by. I'm just about to unzip and give her the fantasy when she interrupts.

  "I need something really important from you Nolan."

  Now I'm curious and I can't deny my displeasure that she's come over here for something other than sex.

  Anything she wants though I will give to her.

  "I need some paperwork...about Shell."

  Okay, anything besides that I can give to her.

  I clear my throat, "Uhm, how'd you hear about Shell?"

  "Well," she says innocently enough. "Your brothers and I have been doing some digging, you know, on Percy and I just thought you were the most logical person to turn to since you seem to know so much about him."

  She bats her eyelashes and I want to give her the world on a platter but I just can't.

  "Come on baby, anything but that. My hands are tied."

  "But it's just a tiny slip of paper. It wouldn't be hard to get. I could help you."

  "Baby, I just...can't. It's complicated you know."

  She sits up obviously upset and not used to people telling her no. Who would deny that beautiful face? I certainly don't want to be the one to do it and to shatter her notion of a perfect world where all she asks for is given. I hate to say no this girl, but I have to.

  "Nolan. Come on. It's important. You know I wouldn't ask if I d
idn't have a good reason to."

  I attempt to calm her down. There's nothing worse than having the girl you're trying to be with think of you in a lesser light.

  "It's not me. It's Percy."

  "What about him?"

  "He's got me, okay. I had some pretty big gambling debts and he bought them out and he's holding it over my head. I'm pretty much indebted to him now and I have to do his dirty work. You think I like being around him? You think I don't want to help you? Of course I do, but I just can't."

  I can't even believe I've told her all this but what can I say? She brings out the best in me. She forces me to be honest.

  "Oh, Nolan, I knew it had to be something. I knew you wouldn't side with that coward without a good reason. The other guys they think you're a turncoat but I never believed it. Not for one second."

  She's back in my lap again and I couldn't be happier. It feels good to be honest after holding such a secret for so long.

  Fuck Percy.

  At this point, I can venture to say that I'm falling for Stacy. I’d do fucking anything for her and that comes before any debt of money that could ever be incurred.

  I might as well be more honest with a girl that I know I care so much about.

  "Stacy, baby, you are the queen of my heart. I think I'm falling for you. I want to fuck you from here into eternity if you'll have me."

  She throws her arms around my neck and all thoughts of Percy and suspicion and money fade away. For one moment we are frozen in time and I'm connected to her beautiful heart, and her beautiful body is pressed up against mine and the feeling is immeasurable.

  "Wait a second," she says pulling away. "What casinos did you say that you're indebted to?"

  I don't know why it matters but I tell her, "They're primarily from Foxwild's Resort and Casino."

  She gets a far off look in her eyes and then she is gone. My moment of bliss sustained.

  "I'll be right back, okay?"

  I lean back into the couch and wish for more...of Stacy. What is happening to me and my cold exterior? I'm melting my facade, my toughness goes out the window all for this one girl. She's worth it.