Chapter Sixteen
When they walked into the house, North was already upstairs in the shower. Allis avoided Givon’s eyes as she went into the kitchen and began to make hot chocolate. He headed upstairs to take off his damp clothes and change into sweats, taking a moment to study his new tattoo. Holy crap, he still couldn’t believe he had one now.
As he came down the stairs, North was lounging on the couch, his hands wrapped around a mug of steaming hot chocolate. Allis sat on the edge of the chair. She glanced up at him with dark, solemn eyes. He flopped down next to North and put his socked feet up on the coffee table.
“All right, Allis. Tell us everything that happened with Daniel Two Feathers,” he ordered.
She sighed. “My mother was Crow. My father was a white man she slept with. I never knew who he was. We moved here from Montana when I was six and the Shoshone kids teased me about my bad Indian blood. My mother left years later. I worked hard and kept my head down but they never let me forget they thought I was scum. When Daniel Two Feathers took an interest in me, I thought, why not? Why not try to fit in? But there was absolutely no passion between us so I turned him down the next time he asked.”
She broke off and rose, pacing. Givon looked quickly at North.
“What happened?” North asked.
“Suddenly, I was branded a slut,” she said. “More than just a pariah. It was like I had a plague or something. I had eggs thrown at my front door. My car was keyed. I had the word whore spray-painted on the hood of my car. There were phone calls all through the night. Threats. Whispers behind my back. I lost my job. Every day it got worse and worse and I put up with it because I had nowhere else to go. Then he killed my cat and I knew it was a threat I could no longer ignore, so I confronted him.”
“How did you cut him?” Givon asked.
“I…I hit his chest with my fists,” she whispered, demonstrating by bringing her arms up, fists curled and striking down. “He backhanded me and I fell onto his desk. He taunted me about how he’d snapped my cat’s neck. He told me he could do the same to me. Then his hands…they…he clamped down on my windpipe. And he was squeezing.”
She looked at them, tears in her eyes.
North walked to her. He pulled her into his arms to hug her. He shot his angry gaze to Givon and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was thinking, because Givon was thinking the same thing. He wanted to rip the motherfucker’s head off.
“I reached out,” she said. “Tried to find something to save me. My hand landed on a letter opener and I just…just slashed. It hit his face.”
“Shh,” North murmured as tears ran down her cheeks.
She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. After a few minutes of crying, he scooped her up in his arms and headed upstairs.
Givon ran a weary hand over his face. Well, the only thing he was certain of now was that Michael Hiller and Daniel Two Feathers hadn’t been working together. It had been just an awful turn of events that she’d ended up in Durango, targeted by a paid kidnapping psycho.
Minutes later, North came back downstairs and sat heavily in the chair. He gave a searching look at Givon.
“She’s asleep,” he muttered. “Tonight was Daniel Two Feathers’ doing.”
“Yep,” Givon replied. “I’ve come to the same conclusion. I got a warning call earlier.”
“From whom?”
“Didn’t say but if I had to put money on it, I’d bet on Monica, his receptionist. I got the feeling she’d be an ally if we ever need it.”
“The man is a fucking bully hiding behind his status as tribal police. We need to go to him and beat the shit out of him.”
“Without proof, I can’t do anything.”
North let out a frustrated growl. “You’re never going to get proof, Giv. Men like him always find a way around the system but we need to set an example to Daniel Fuck Feathers, make him think twice about coming after Allis again.”
Givon folded his arms. “All that’s going to do is land you in prison.”
“God! Sometimes you can be so thick-headed!”
“And sometimes you’re too impetuous! While that’s good for a motorcycle club, it can be reckless and stupid in the real world.”
“Real world? Like my club isn’t real?”
“You hide behind your club!”
“And you hide behind your badge,” North snapped.
The two men abruptly shut up and stared at each other, breathing harshly. Something flickered in North’s eyes. A bit of uncertainty, maybe—or insecurity. Of all the things they’d argued about over the years, this had never been one of them. Givon knew how much the club meant to North. He understood that it gave a type of stability and structure that they’d never had growing up. Givon had found the same thing wearing a badge. This argument wasn’t who they were.
“I’ve never passed judgment on you,” Givon said. “I know you’ve done illegal things, things I shouldn’t overlook as sheriff. But growing up as we did gave me a new perspective on what’s right and wrong in this life. You should know that.”
“Yeah,” North muttered. “I do. You never told my secret.”
“And I never will. We share that secret, North. I’ll take it to my grave.”
North shook his head. “One day you won’t be able to stay on the fence, Giv. You’ll have to choose.”
“Don’t threaten me, North.”
“It wasn’t a threat,” North said sadly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It might be selfish of me, but I hope you choose me and Allis.”
He turned and went back upstairs, leaving behind an argument that Givon didn’t know how to resolve.
* * * *
Allis awoke the next morning with panic coursing through her body. Daniel was coming from her. She had to run, had to leave. He’d bring trouble down upon Givon and North, to Destiny, and she knew she wasn’t worth it. Someone would get hurt, and while she didn’t give a shit about Daniel, she would die if something were to happen to her guys.
Her guys. Her men. Hers. And they always would be. She might only have known them a couple of weeks but her heart had fallen immediately. As she sat up, the stitches in her back pulled. First thing’s first, she had to get them removed. Then…then…she didn’t know what to do other than run, but she had no money. She only hoped that they would be willing to lend her some funds until she was established somewhere out of Wyoming and could make enough to pay them back.
Leaving was going to tear her up, but what else could she do?
Rising, she hurried through her morning shower and was downstairs only a half hour later. Givon was at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him as he finished a phone conversation.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be in later today. Thanks.”
He hung up and glanced at her as she slid into the chair across from him. A soft smile played on his lips.
“Morning,” he said. “How’re you feeling?”
“Um, fine,” she replied.
“I told Charlie I would be in later,” he announced. “I thought you’d like to relax after last night. Nick’s coming home from the hospital, so North had to be with the club today.”
“Actually, I’d like to get my stitches out now,” she said.
“Sure. If you’re hungry—”
“No,” she interrupted. “I’m not. Let’s go now.”
A frown touched between his eyes. She ignored it, rising and moving to the living room. His chair scraped back as he stood and followed her.
“Is everything okay?”
She bit her lip. “I know I have to go.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“He’s not going to stop,” she said. “And he won’t care who stands in his way.”
Givon spun her to face him. He settled his hands on her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She raised her eyes. Tears blurred her vision.
“Do you think North and I would let you go and face this asshole by yourself?”
“I’m not worth it—”
He lightly shook her. “Don’t ever say that again. Why would you say something so foolish?”
“I’ve always known that I’d have to run.”
“Who told you you’re not worth anything? That fucking jerk? The town who bullied you for your whole life?” He pulled her into his arms and tilted her face up. “Don’t you know how special you are to me and North? What we would do for you?”
She shook her head.
“We love you.”
The simple words caused a sweet ache to run through her body. Hope took root, bloomed. They love me? Can it be true? Do they love me as much as I love them? She gripped his shirtfront.
“Are you serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack.”
She pulled his head down and kissed him, claiming him. She was voracious for his touch, for his kiss—for him. All she’d ever wanted in life was to find love and now she had not one man but two—two men to love her, keep her safe. Everything was going crazy inside her. Her emotions were tap dancing and singing and all she wanted to do was show Givon how much she loved him.
She put her heart and soul into her kiss, sweeping her tongue into his mouth to show him just how much she wanted him, desired him. And he reciprocated every touch, giving back as the kiss went from warm love to hot fire in an instant.
When she pulled back, they were both panting heavy.
“Damn,” he whispered. “If you keep that up, I’m taking you upstairs.”
“Stitches out first.”
He took her hand and twined their fingers together. “And second?”
“Let’s see where second takes us.”
* * * *
She could feel the stitches as they slid out of her skin and while it didn’t hurt, it did feel weird. The nurse applied some antibiotic ointment and a bandage before letting her know she could sit up.
“The bandage is just for a day or so, until the stitch holes heal,” Doctor Blake said. “You don’t have to worry about pulling your skin apart. I put several subcutaneous stitches in so everything is healed together. The small bumps created by them on the surface should flatten out over the next few weeks.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” she said.
“I see you’ve gotten a tattoo. I like it.” He grinned at her. “How are you feeling? Any pain? Any nausea?”
“I’m good,” she replied. “Givon and North have been treating me well.”
“Okay. You’re blood screening came out normal, as did your gynecological checkup.”
“Would it be possible to have a prescription for birth control? I’m regular, no female problems.” She gave him the name of her old pill.
“Sure.” He wrote the prescription out on his pad. “Anything else?”
“No. That’s it. Thank you.”
“I’d like to see you back in a couple of months, just for a checkup. And you should find a gynecologist since I’m prescribing the pill. Otherwise, you’re good to go.”
As she left the exam room, Givon stood from his chair near the door. He shook Dr. Blake’s hand then they turned to leave. He linked their fingers together.
“Are you hungry, Ms. Evening?”
“Yes.”
“I know a great restaurant that serves a savory steak.”
“Is that all you eat? Meat and potatoes?”
“I am a Wyoming boy.”
“I’d hardly use the word boy,” she said dryly.
“I’m glad you’ve noticed.”
“I’ve noticed a lot of things.”
“About how big and strong I am? How manly?”
“My. That’s almost conceited.”
“Conceit is a fault and I have none.”
“That sounds like something North would say.”
Givon frowned. “Now that you mention it, I think that’s where I got it from.”
She laughed. “By all means, Wyoming boy, let’s get a steak.”
It was mid-afternoon when they arrived at the steakhouse. The hostess guided them to a back corner table where the ambiance was a little calmer than the bar side, which held a bunch of truckers watching a football game.
While Givon ordered his meal, she decided to go with a steak salad. True to his word, the meat was perfectly seared and she ate her whole dish. Givon talked about him and North growing up and the escapades they got into through the years. He asked her about what she wanted to do in life.
Allis blinked. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Why not?”
“I never really thought about doing anything,” she replied with a shrug. “I didn’t like school and I never had any big ambitions.”
“Surely you’ve dreamed about something growing up.”
“I dreamed about going to Hogwarts,” she said.
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “I take it you never got an owl letter.”
“Nope. So after that dream fell apart, I didn’t have too many more. My mother always chided me about daydreaming. Said a half-Crow wouldn’t amount to much in this world.”
“What happened to your mother?”
“One day I came home from school and she wasn’t there,” she said with a shrug. “She left a letter saying she’d met a trucker and had left. I was in my last year of high school. I got word later she’d died.”
“She left? Left you in the same town that was bullying you?”
“I was eighteen. An adult.”
“Then why did you stay?”
“I did leave. Look what happened to me.”
“Okay. I’ll give you that.”
She absently touched her chest. “The only thing I miss about her is the necklace I lost.”
“Necklace?”
She nodded. “When I turned thirteen, she gave me a crow pendant, to remind me of my real heritage.”
“You never thought about going back to Montana?”
“My mother had run away from home because she’d gotten pregnant from a white man out of wedlock. She came back after I was born, but her family disowned her, disowned me. You asked me what I wanted most in life? I simply want a place to belong.”
Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward. She was caught in their emerald depths, unable to look away.
“You are somewhere you belong,” he told her. “With me and North. Do you think I’d get a tattoo for just anyone?”
“We haven’t known each other that long. What if you both change your minds?”
“Honey, North and I are both old enough to know what we want,” he answered. “And we want you.”
“So…you meant it? Earlier, when you talked about…love?”
“Yes. How could you doubt it? Listen, why don’t I pay this bill and I’ll take you home so we can talk more.”
She shook her head. “No. No talk. Show. Show me. Show me your love.”
Givon wasted no time paying the bill and shuffling her into his truck cab. She scooted over until she could kiss his cheek, his neck, and run her hand over the hard length of him through the unforgiving denim.
“Shit,” he muttered and halted her searching hand. “My jeans are getting a little tight.”
She nipped his earlobe. “Good.”
The rest of the ride was a blur as he broke some speed laws getting home. As soon as he brought the truck to a halt in front of the house, he threw it in park and raced around to her side. She was in the process of getting out, so he swung her up into his arms and made a beeline to the front door. Once inside, he brought his mouth down on hers, almost brutally, but she met the force with equal hunger. This was what she wanted, what she craved. She slid her fingers down his cotton-clad chest, over firm pecs and bulging muscles.
He sat her on her feet and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing, but soon it wasn’t enough. He broke their kiss to lead her over to the couch where he peeled her shirt off then trailed his lips down her neck. He moved her bra up, flicking his thumb lightly over her nipples. She arched her back as fire licked through her body. Givon moved his hands to her legs and pushed them wide open to fit his shoulders between them. He touched her too sensitive pussy, causing her to jump in surprise from the friction of the rough jean material rubbing against her.
He leaned up to kiss her mouth again, but this time when he swept his tongue in, she captured it with her teeth and sucked. He reached up to wrap her long hair in his fist, pulling it back to expose her neck. He nuzzled it, inhaling her scent.
“We should slow down,” he managed to say.
“No,” she panted. “I want you so bad. Please, right now. Fast. Hard.”
Givon unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her legs before picking her naked body up and planting her ass on the back of the couch. He pushed her legs wide open before falling to his knees and gathering her lower body up for his eager mouth.
He licked one outer lip, then the other, before closing his mouth over her slit. He eased the tip through the crease, teasing up and down, causing her to moan loudly and thrust her hips toward his face. Her juices began to run as he buried his mouth in her, lapping it up as if were ambrosia.
He spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers. Givon placed his mouth directly upon her clit and started sucking, causing Allis to buckle under the intense pleasure. Then he let go of her pussy folds to slide a finger deep within. In and out, he fucked her, finding her fleshy nub and rubbing that over and over as he sucked on her tender nexus of nerves.
“Givon! I’m going to…to… Oh, my God!”
Her body splintered apart. The world tilted on it axis. She was only vaguely aware of him pushing from between her thighs and unzipping his jeans. She heard the rip of a condom wrapper before he held her hips and pushed his hard cock into her body. He held still for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, until she flexed her inner vaginal muscles and squeezed him. His eyes rolled back and he thrust again, his angle causing his shaft to rub against her clit.
Allis met his thrusts with sharp jabs of her pelvis, up and down, again and again. She tried to pull him closer, tried to get his cock deeper. Sweat poured from their bodies. Their breathing turned harsh, saccadic.
She flew off the precipice first. The dam burst and her cream ran. Her inner muscles milked the hard cock rooted deep inside her. Givon let out his own harsh groan as he climaxed with her, pouring himself into the latex barrier.
His body went lax, pushing her ass deeper into the couch cushions. His cock was still seated firmly in her, but she hadn’t the strength or desire to push him away. Instead, he had her lock her ankles around his back then he picked her up by her ass cheeks, holding her steady as he turned toward the stairs.
“What about our clothes?” she asked.
“Maybe when North finds them, he’ll come join us.”
“Really?”
“You ready for us, baby? For both of us? You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, a bit breathlessly. “Yes. I want both of you.”
When they got to his room, he set her on her feet, pulling free from her body and removing the condom. He walked into his bathroom and she heard the water running. When he came back to her, a wet washcloth was in his hand. She took it from him and fell to her knees.
His cock was long and thick with an elegant curve. She wiped him down, cleaning it, liking that it was once again filling with desire. When a small droplet of pre-cum beaded at the head, she dropped the washcloth and licked him. He groaned and his hips jumped involuntarily.
His salty essence burst across her tongue. She licked his balls and caressed them, feeling each individual weight. Givon moaned and buried his hands in her hair while Allis ran a finger over the tip of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from tip and using it to coat the head. She rubbed it over and over, back and forth as she kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft then moved up, taking her sweet time to enjoy it.
The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip. Allis sucked it into her mouth, using the flat top of her tongue to massage up and down while he made breathy little noises of need that just about drove her crazy. Allis rubbed the bulging vein that disappeared under the mushroom head, where she lapped up the drops of white fluid that dripped from the hole.
He moaned and bucked his hips as if demanding attention. Allis slipped her mouth around the head, tracing each curve with her tongue. Easing her mouth over then down, going slowly. She encircled the base of his cock while holding onto his hip to control the thrusts.
She began the blow job with short, shallow thrusts. Each time, however, allowing his cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. In a short time, she was deep-throating him, making him moan and writhe with pleasure.
Little by little, Allis increased the tempo, speeding up, making sure to give Givon’s sack some attention by rolling his balls through the thin skin. He gave a heavy gasp, his hips twitching under the restraint he was holding on to. Finally, he held her head as he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“Stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned.
“How about we come in each other’s mouth?”
He gave her a cocky grin, swung her up in his arms and tossed her on the bed. Then he came down on her, his cock to her mouth while he breathed hotly on her pussy. Givon parted her folds and blew directly on her just before his tongue touched her. He licked her slit and teased her entrance. She teased him back by nipping the underside of his cockhead.
“Be nice,” he warned.
“Don’t tease,” she shot back. “Just fuck me with your tongue.”
And he did exactly that. He shoved his tongue deep into her pussy and she ground against his face, loving how he knew exactly where to rev up her pleasure center. She took his rock-hard cock back into her mouth and sucked. Givon moaned into her folds and thrust his hips forward, clearly wanting more. She licked his shaft like a Popsicle. As he moaned, the vibrations against her pussy lips hummed through her sensitive folds, stimulating her even more.
She cupped his balls, kneading them, as she slid his dick back into her mouth. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took him as far as she could then made a swallowing motion that he obviously liked, determined by how his cock dripped fluid and how he humped her face.
They were both fucking each other’s faces and Allis loved every moment of it. Givon gave as good as he got and she was fast losing control. As if sensing her release was near, he increased his suction on her clit, adding a finger to her depths. Givon slid one finger toward her anus, her juices slick enough to allow his finger to penetrate her hole. She’d never been fucked there, but the small burn soon eased. It wasn’t an area she’d ever thought of as having as a pleasure spot, but it only heightened her arousal. Now she was being fucked in two holes while her mouth was full of cock and she loved every minute of it.
She kissed the hole in his cock and he swelled. She knew it was just a matter of minutes until he came and she sucked until her cheeks hollowed, wanting to feel him jet down her throat. And just as he was about to come, he crooked his finger inside her and sucked hard on her clit, sending her over the edge. Just as she convulsed, he came, pouring into her mouth as he lapped up her own release. The waves pounded over her, sensual. Delicious. Mind-blowing. She swallowed as much as she could but some dribbled out past her lips.
Givon pulled out of her mouth and spun her around so they lay chest-to-chest, heaving and panting together. He kissed her and she kissed him back, knowing they were tasting both their essences.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmured.
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she said. She folded her hands on his chest and propped her chin on them, staring at him. “So what exactly is our relationship?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to want to share you and North, but you and North will share me? What happens if one of you gets jealous?”
“I thought of that,” he replied. “When he was eating you out, not once did I feel one measure of jealousy or displeasure. In fact, I was happy he was making you happy. As for sharing us with other women? Well, I don’t think you have one thing to be concerned about. Allis, North and I are sixteen years older than you are. Any wild oats we had, we’ve already sowed. We want you—only you.”
“How’d I get so lucky?” she asked softly. “These mountains are vast and Michael Hiller could’ve taken me anywhere to finish me off, but he brought me to you.”
A shudder went go through his body. “I never want to think about the possibility of me and North missing you. If we’d gone to a different fishing hole or if one of us had canceled… It chills my heart.”
He pulled her closer and she lay her head on his chest. They’d saved her—yes, but now she had another threat after her. It hung over her like a shadow and she only hoped she could stay in the sunlight long enough to get past it. But the shiver that coursed through her body only seemed to mock her optimism.