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Max held Stacy in his arms with his dick still hard and warm inside her cunt. He loved the sensation. He absorbed the connection and the depth of his affection for her. She was petite and feminine, an innocent in a situation that was out of her control. He knew he would have to tell her about the package and the threat, but right now, he was content knowing that she was safe in his arms and protected by him and his brother.
“Are you okay?” Stacy asked as she turned her head toward his face and kissed his chin.
He kept his arm around her waist then caressed her ass. She raised her legs and straddled him as she sat up.
He moaned as his cock adjusted to the movement. It was oversensitive, and the little minx knew it. She smiled then thrust her hips before rising up a little off of him. His cock stirred as he grabbed her waist, ordering her to stop.
Eric returned with a washcloth, and he lifted her gently off of Max then laid her on the bed beside Max.
Max rolled to his side and watched as Stacy held Eric’s gaze while he cleaned her.
He saw the love between them, and it thrilled him. The three of them were meant to be together, and they were going to be happy, and it would all work out.
Max reached over and caressed her belly and then her breasts.
“Let’s take a shower,” he whispered.
“Do I have to move?” she asked, and he began to tickle her. Eric joined in, and they wound up cuddled together in the bed.
“Okay. Shower later, I’m too damn tired now to move,” Max added, and Stacy nodded her head, but her eyes were already closed. He looked across to his brother, and they locked gazes as they held Stacy in between them.
“Later,” he mouthed to Eric, and Eric nodded then kissed Stacy on her forehead before lying down and closing his eyes as well.
Max remained wide awake. The sight of Stacy’s panties sitting on the side table made him think about the box and its contents. Some fucking asshole was in her drawers at the cottage. Someone was spying on her and taking pictures of her after she got out of the shower. His stomach ached, and he tried to hide the anger that was stirring again. He glanced at Eric and then at Stacy wedged between them. Her sexy body belonged to them. No one would ever touch her or harm her again. He thought about what Wyatt said, and it was true. He felt better having Stacy lying between them, protected and loved. He just worried about when they were apart and how she would respond to the current situation.
Chapter 11
Barry had his bags packed and everything organized that he needed to escape to the Caribbean with Stacy. He reserved the hotel in Texas and rented the car. He had made arrangements for a chartered boat to take them across the sea He paid for guns and ammunition so that the boat would be stocked and ready to defend themselves against any pirates while at sea. He even paid for guards that were ex-military. There was no way that he would take chances like that with Stacy. He was giving up everything to be with her and to live the life they deserved to live. He even purchased a small house on the outskirts of a resort that was secluded and had security. He paid cash and even hired a designer to decorate it partially. He figured that Stacy would want to do most of the decorating herself. She was quite resourceful and creative. After all, she had been the one to sell the Monroes on the deal with Mercer. Poor thing hadn’t a clue that things don’t work out that way. If she had spread her legs sooner, then it might have been the best promotion of her life. Oh well, at least he knew that Stacy wasn’t used goods.
He glanced around at all the stuff then gestured for the attendant to ship the belongings to the boat. Then he poured himself a glass of brandy and smiled as he looked out the hotel window. It overlooked Central Park and was stunning.
Soon he would have his Stacy in his arms and her body wrapped around his.
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Max jerked forward, gasping for air. He woke up from the nightmare terrified for Stacy’s life. Immediately he looked down and saw her angelic face pressed against the pillow. Her back and ass were wedged against Eric’s body, and Eric held her around the waist. Max calmed his breathing then caressed a strand of hair away from her face. He observed her steady breathing as he watched her chest rise and fall and the way her hands were in a praying position and blocking her nipples from his view. Even in her sleep and naked, she was trying to act so proper and ladylike. He stared at her face and smiled. She already meant the world to him, and being here with her and Eric was paradise. He lowered his head but continued to watch her. He could lie like this for hours just knowing that Stacy was his and how lucky he and Eric were to have found her. Was she dreaming about him, he wondered. She seemed calm and comfortable sleeping in bed with them and staying in their home. He swallowed hard as thoughts of some sick bastard filled his mind. That asshole was out there somewhere just waiting to strike again. He wanted to warn Stacy and make her see that staying here with them was her best option, but he couldn’t. He was afraid that if he told her about the package that she would head back to New York or just run off to hide. She would put everyone first before herself. She was loving and compassionate like that. He loved her, and the thought struck such a possessive and strong sensation inside of him. He leaned down and softly kissed her eyelids and thanked the good Lord above that they were together.
“Hey, are you okay?” Eric whispered, and Max stared at him a moment then shook his head.
“Wanna go downstairs and talk?”
He shook his head again.
“I don’t want to leave her,” Max
replied.
“That bad, huh?” Eric asked with his eyes wide and filled with concern.
“We’ll talk alone tomorrow. We’re going to have to meet with the others.”
“Fuck, it’s that bad?” Eric whispered then ran a hand over his jaw. Stacy stirred then reached out and touched Max’s chest. She cuddled closer to him, and he lowered his body back down. He lightly lifted his head but not enough to disturb Stacy’s sleep.
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
A while later, Max still couldn’t calm his thoughts. It was only five o’clock in the morning when he carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb Stacy or Eric’s sleep, and he headed into the shower. He turned on the water, stepped into the large shower, and adjusted the custom-made head so that it sprayed over him completely. Thoughts of someone taking Stacy stung his gut and made him hang his head. What would he do if something happened to her? She had just entered their life a mere three weeks ago. Already Stacy meant the world to him and his brother. He needed to protect her as not only her lover and mate, but as the law in Pearl. The fact that the big Fourth of July festivities were so close made him feel uncertain and sick to his stomach. The water hit his shoulders and ran down his back. He thought about Stacy and a future he and Eric had planned for them. She was theirs, and they would prove to her how much she really meant to them. The hot water wasn’t doing much to ease the tension or anger inside of him. Flashes of the pictures of Stacy, the items taken from her home, and the letter addressed to him pissed him off. He jumped the second he felt the hand on his back. He moved on instinct, grabbing the person, and pressing them against the tiled wall.