Chapter Nineteen

Both men helped undress Allis, her clothes falling in a puddle at her feet. Givon ran his fingers gently through her hair and she loved the feel of them soothing her scalp. North teased the nipples by pinching them, making the ache between her thighs climb quickly.

They helped her onto the bed and for a moment, it was just them. She didn’t know where North had gone, although she still felt him nearby. But Givon soon consumed her as he parted her legs and ran his hand down her flat stomach and over her mound. She was so wet that he slipped in easily then bent one finger to find her G-spot. She arched off the bed as raw lust filled her.

“You’re drenched, baby,” he breathed. “I want you so bad.”

“Yes,” she said, shuddering. “Please.”

North handed him a condom and she watched Givon open it and sheath himself quickly before pulling her toward him. He hooked her legs over his arms, which caused her pelvis to tilt upward, then he grabbed hold of her hips.

He lined up his cock against her pussy and pushed in, stretching her oh so slowly. He was large and she was glad he took his time, going deeper with each stroke. It was sensual, it was sexual, and it wrenched her desire higher and higher.

When he finally got himself fully imbedded in her and his balls rested against her ass, he held still for a moment. She loved being filled with him, loved how he moved within her. He ground his pelvis a little deeper, causing her to moan, and that was all it took. He retreated and thrust back in, causing her tits to bounce as he pumped into her.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please fuck me.”

Her juices ran, giving him plenty of lubrication as he pounded in her. She watched where his cock disappeared inside her pussy. It was so provocative that an orgasm rose quickly in her and she cried out as she reached the crest and fell.

“Allis!” he cried out. Tightening, he pushed hard and deep into her, his cock spurting inside the condom. “Holy shit.”

He rested his forehead against her for a moment, panting, before he let her legs drop and he left her body. Before she could protest, however, North reached for her, pulling her into his arms. They lay on their sides, facing each other, and he brought one of her legs over his hip, opening her core up as he guided himself into her body. The mini aftershocks from her orgasm flared to life again. A rush of wetness gushed from her pussy and he slid in easily, going deep, stretching her almost painfully. Tiny sparks of electricity replaced the slight discomfort. Allis began to ride up and down on his cock and, because she couldn’t get total range of motion, all it managed to do was stimulate her already swollen clit.

“Please,” she begged, needing more.

He obliged, pumping her hips and using his hand to steady her. Quicker now, up and down. He never fully left her body and it made it all the more intense since she stayed filled with his cock. Suction noises filled the room. He sucked on the sensitive skin at her neck, the draw oddly erotic, and it edged her closer to climax.

“North!” she cried.

“I’ve got you, babe,” he urged. “Come for me.”

“Oh, yes!” She flung her head back as her orgasm swept over her, flooding every nerve ending with exquisite pleasure.

It didn’t take him long to follow her. He started pumping back and forth, harder and harder. His balls slapped against her ass.

“God, babe, you’re so tight,” he said. “So hot. Oh, yeah.”

He gave one huge push and stilled as his cock jerked inside her. He groaned when he was done, tiny little spasms shooting through his body as he held the rubber in place before reluctantly leaving her body.

She floated on cloud nine as the men lay with her, one on each side, then she knew no more as sleep claimed her.

* * * *

She lay slumbering in pleasant dreams, sandwiched between both men, when gunfire erupted. She jumped and sat up, more than a little dazed and confused. A second later, Givon yanked her down onto the floor.

Bullets continued raining into the house—their bedroom, the bathroom. Everywhere there was a window, bullets flew. North and Givon cussed as they lay on the floor, each one jerking on their pants, so she did the same thing. If she was going to die, she didn’t want to be found naked. Fear tried to take over, but it didn’t have time to manifest as Givon shoved her under the bed.

“Stay here,” he told her.

“You have your gun?” North shouted to him.

“Yeah!”

“Don’t go out there!” Allis cried.

The rain of bullets wouldn’t stop.

“They’re using semiautomatics!” North yelled.

“I know!”

Allis watched from under the bed as North and Givon slithered on their bellies to the door. She wanted to wrench them back to her to wait out the damn gunfire, but just as it had abruptly started, it stopped. Givon and North looked at each other, waited for a moment, then she heard the sound of tires grinding on gravel and rocks spraying.

Givon and North jumped to their feet and ran out of the bedroom. Allis shook, more than terrified, but not for her—for her men. What if someone had stayed behind, waiting? She scooted out from under the bed, mindful of the broken glass lying around.

She hurried after the men, out of the bedroom and down the staircase. The destruction left her breathless. Her knees couldn’t support her and she sat heavily upon one step. The window sheers billowed in the shot out windows, like ghosts hovering in the air. Stuffing poked out from the bullet holes in the furniture. The television, lamps, even her purse that she’d left on the coffee table—all of it had been ripped to shreds.

“Get some shoes on,” Givon ordered.

She stood shaking as Givon grabbed his cell phone and made a call. North went outside to inspect the yard. This was her fault. She didn’t have to have anyone tell her who was behind this attack. Daniel and his tribe had toyed with her when they’d bumped into them out on the highway, but this…oh God. It was a message. Daniel Two Feathers wanted her dead and he didn’t care who he had to hurt to achieve his goal.

“That fucking asshole!” North raged as he stormed back into the house. He held up two eagle feathers—a calling card. “I’m going to rip his fucking head off!”

“He won’t stop until I’m dead,” she whispered. “This is my fault.”

North stomped over to her. “This is not your fault!”

“He could have killed you!” she yelled back. “He could have killed Givon! Do you think I’d want to live if something had happened to either one of you? He’s figured out the best way to hurt me is to hurt you.”

North pulled her into his arms and she wrapped hers around him. They stayed like that until the wail of sirens approached, then North took her hand in his and led her out to the porch. Every single one of Givon’s deputies had arrived—Jack, Cynthia, George and Charlie. She’d only met Jack briefly, back in the hospital, but the shock of what had happened prevented her from greeting everyone with a smile.

She sat on the porch steps and watched the cops. Since Destiny was too small to have a crime scene unit, the deputies were pulling double duty, documenting every bullet hole, every piece of broken glass as they picked up bullet casings. Givon was talking to them. North was giving his statement. The lone female on the force, Cynthia, came over to try to get her story, but Allis could only mumble through the same scenario that the other two had given.

“Do you know who did this?” Cynthia asked.

“Yes,” Allis whispered. “But I can’t prove it.”

Cynthia nodded as though she expected that answer. She wrote a bunch of other stuff. What, Allis had no idea. All she could do was stare at the house that was once a home. Her home lay in tatters. Could they fix it? Could they return it to the way it was? She didn’t think she could stand it if they couldn’t fix what was broken.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, days then forever, North squatted in front of her. He wore his jeans but no shirt, so she focused on his tattoos, as if they were the only thing anchoring her to reality.

“I’m going to gather you some clothes,” he said. “Then I’m taking you to the clubhouse.”

“What about you and Givon?”

“We’ve got to find him, sweetheart—”

Allis grabbed his arm and shook her head. “No. Come with me. Stay with me. He’ll hurt you.”

“Not fucking likely. I’ll take the Wolves with me and we’ll make sure Daniel Two Feathers never comes back.”

“His tribe will seek vengeance,” she argued. “There’s got to be a way to end this without any more of…this.” She waved her hand around at the destruction of their home.

He pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

She nodded and he eased back before rising and walking back into the house. She didn’t have long to wait. Minutes later, he came back out carrying a duffle bag.

“Come on,” he said, helping her stand. “We’ll take my bike. Givon’s going to follow us in a bit.”

“He’s coming to the clubhouse too?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He’s the sheriff. Won’t that be like a conflict of interest or something?”

He smiled. “They know about my friendship with Givon.”

Somehow, she didn’t think that took care of it but she decided not to argue. She was tired and still shell-shocked. All she wanted to do was eat and lie down. Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she could think of something, figure out how to vanish from Daniel Two Feathers’ radar.