She was going to lose. There was no way she would make it.
Wyatt shoved underneath her as Ben lifted her from around the waist, and Wyatt’s cock replaced Ben’s fingers.
They immediately fell into a rhythm. One cock pressed in while the other pressed out, then both were in together, and that was it. She screamed her release as the sweat dripped from her hairline, and she struggled to catch her breath as both Wyatt and Ben exploded inside her during a frenzy of thrusts.
Slowly, they pulled from her body, and Anna collapsed onto the bed.
* * * *
“Do you think we were too rough with her this morning?” Charlie asked then covered his mouth to yawn.
Ben laughed then stretched out against the wooden post with his arms crossed in front of him.
“Nah…she needed to be taught a lesson,” he added with a smirk.
“Yeah, well, in that department, Wyatt and I failed. That fucking mouth of hers, damn, I get all hard just thinking about it.” Charlie shifted his weight.
“You don’t have to tell me. The woman is a natural seductress, and she knows it. Played you two like a fiddle.”
“Fuck, yeah. I don’t give a shit what you say. She can do what she wants to me.”
“Hey, what are you two doing taking a break. It ain’t even ten yet.” Max exclaimed as he joined them by the fence.
“Just a little tired this morning, cuz, we’ll get our work done,” Ben replied sarcastically.
“Long night, huh?” Max asked then smirked.
“The best kind,” Charlie replied, and then they all chuckled.
* * * *
“Sheriff Cantrell, I have a call for you from a Detective Phillips, New York City Police Department,” Sally the secretary stated, interrupting Wyatt’s conversation with Deputy Ted Bulkin.
Wyatt was immediately concerned, and his gut got all twisted inside. He thought about Anna.
Wyatt went into his office and took the call.
“This is Sheriff Cantrell. How may I help you?”
“Good morning, Sheriff. I’m Detective Bulking. I am trying to locate a Miss Anna Parker, the daughter of Hank Parker. A previous employer gave me a town and a first name of a close friend of Miss Parker’s. I know it’s not much, but the woman’s name is Stacy.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, Detective, what is all this about? Why are you trying to locate this woman?”
“There’s an ongoing investigation into her disappearance, and simultaneously, this is a death notification, Sheriff. I’m trying to locate Miss Parker to let her know that her father is dead.”
“Dead? How did that happen?”
“Well, that’s what we’d like to talk to Miss Parker about. She was the last person known to be seen with him. She disappeared, leaving no notice to her job, all her stuff is at the apartment, which was ransacked, and no one has been able to locate her. We did find a record of this woman Stacy and a plane ticket purchased three weeks ago with cash and a direct flight to Texas.”
Wyatt’s stomach clenched. Did this detective think that Anna killed her own father?
“Well, Detective, are you investigating this woman as a possible suspect?”
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“We’re covering all our bases, though I can tell you that a woman fitting her description bought a bus ticket to your town and that woman was described as having bruises. We’re trying to get to the bottom of this.”
“Well, you called the right place, Detective. I think there’re a few things we need to discuss.”