Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Obviously, Julie enjoyed herself enough to give him what he wanted to hear. She’d called him out with respect, and that was enough for him to reward her with one hell of a good loving.

He stuffed his cock inside her, sinking his dick deeper as he enjoyed the heat from her smoldering pussy. He ground against her bottom. Oh hello, if he had to die today, this was the way he’d want to go.

“More, Duke. Give it to me. Hard. Fast!”

Her body writhed under his as she bucked and bounced against him. “Hang on. Slow down,” he said, whispering against her neck as he found a better position by bracketing his arm higher on her chest. He then shot through her folds as he pounded inside her, searching for that special tender spot, the one destined to provoke and rush a woman’s best orgasm.

“Duke, I’m coming!” she screamed, her body rocking forward and back. “Don’t stop me now. Oh God, please don’t stop!”

Without a doubt, discovering what she enjoyed most didn’t take as long as he thought. One stroke, then two more, and he committed himself to finishing her. She was begging, screaming, groveling for an orgasm she was already in the midst of achieving.

“Hang on!” he yelled, his own release burning at his scrotum, easing into the swell of his penis. “Oh God, there! Right there, Julie!” He slammed into her then, working his cock higher until he reached the point of no return, his semen spilling into the condom as he nearly collapsed against her back.

“No, not yet! Don’t pull out! Don’t you dare, Duke!”

He bit his bottom lip and traveled with her body, moving as she moved, swaying whichever way she wanted. “Oh, Julie! You’re ruining me here!” he exclaimed, mashing one hand between her shoulder blades while using the other one to clutch her hip.

Her fingers dug into the sofa as she fucked him, and he brought her hips to him, lifting her off the couch as he lost himself inside her sizzling pussy. The ginger was undoubtedly potent, and he felt the exquisite sensations as well.

His balls tingled as he screwed her, and he was unable to slow his gait, unwilling to stop fucking her. He didn’t want to lose the incredible hotness zipping through his cock as he buried his dick inside her. “Good hell!”

“Oh, Duke. Don’t slow down. I need you to… love me!” she cried out. “I swear to God if you stop now, I’ll never forgive you!”

Stop? Was she kidding him? Her body undulated in a way he’d never witnessed. She became a man’s woman, a lover’s salvation as her body became an extension of his, gyrating and bucking, opening and closing around him until he was lost, caught up in the fact that right now, the world could stop and he wouldn’t care. All he was concerned about now was finishing the first round so they could sprint forward in search of the second.

“More! God, yeah! More! Hot! Harder! Stop! Go harder, faster! Fuck me, Julie! That’s right! Give yourself to me, baby!”

And so it continued, just bits and pieces of demands and orders, pleasure sought and pleasure gained. They fucked away the evening and kept finding new ways to tease one another with the remaining bulbs of ginger.

Before Duke even stopped to consider the time, the sun was coming up over the horizon. Hank still hadn’t made it home, but Duke hadn’t missed him.

Chapter Thirteen

Carl Carlton slipped away from the bushes and walked down the cobblestone pathway leading toward the garage. Carl had seen a lot back in the early days but couldn’t recall anything quite as enjoyable as watching Duke Hinman go at Julie Jenkins like she was a man’s toy.

Before he was a car owner, he was an up-and-coming rookie, a man who took money under the table from bookies. He wrecked drivers when they were favored to win. He bought off their wives so they could take their husbands out partying the night before a big race. He paid extra if they’d keep them busy with an insatiable appetite and hefty intimate demands. And he’d been known to slip drugs into a driver’s drink whenever he was gifted with opportunity.

At one time, Carl Carlton was well-respected, but then Jake Jenkins came along and confronted him about his activities, and Jake wouldn’t hear of it when Carl offered him a piece of the pie. Carl killed him. Not because he wanted to, or even because those behind him thought it needed to be done.

Carl killed him because Jake was a stupid idiot who should’ve taken the money he was offered. He was a man who had the world by its tail and he simply refused to fly.

Carl had no patience for that. None whatsoever. At least Jake’s daughter wasn’t a chip off the old block. She’d wanted to race. She’d wanted to win. As fate would have it, Carl was lucky enough to have Julie Jenkins on his payroll. She’d made him more than chunk change. Thanks to her, he’d made a mint.

The girl didn’t have much in the way of brains, though. When Carl asked her to make him the beneficiary of a life insurance policy, she’d gladly filled out the paperwork. She’d told him that she understood what he would lose in the way of profits in the event of her death, and she’d never questioned why he suddenly wanted her life insured. She accepted the request as protocol.

Then again, he was lucky she hadn’t mentioned the policy to anyone else. Carl had told her all the team owners requested insurance on their moneymakers. She believed him.

He pulled his cell from his pocket and stared at the Hinman house as he keyed in a number he knew by heart. He pressed the
send
button and waited. Two rings later, a woman picked up the phone.

“It’s Carl.”

“Tell me the bitch is dead.”

Carl snickered. “I see why you want her cold and buried.”

“What do you have for me, Carl?”

“I got pictures. Wanna see ’em?” he asked, thinking if he shared photographs of
Annie’s
man fucking
his
driver, she might decide to get revenge and slip into bed with him. Once she did, it was all over. He’d hook her with what he had between his legs. The sluts always stayed awhile. The good women, those were the women he couldn’t keep.

“I want her dead. I didn’t ask you. I told you. If you don’t kill her, I’ll start talking. We both know I have enough to not only ruin your career, but get you locked up for life. Maybe even the death penalty. Is that what you want, Carl?”

He snarled. Sometimes he’d love to tie Annie down and stuff his cock in her mouth. The bitch had no mercy, and all she did was nag. When she wasn’t bitching, she was whining because she truly believed the Hinman brothers loved her, but chose to help Julie out of pity.

He should’ve told her right then. Julie Jenkins wasn’t a charity case. She was a sexy woman who knew how to use what she had between her legs and make a man grovel for more.

He’d been as hard as cannon as he’d stood outside that room and watched her play with Duke Hinman. In fact, he’d been so erect, he almost jacked off until he thought of the possibility of being caught with his pants down and his own hand tugging at his prick. He didn’t think he could stand the public humiliation if someone had witnessed what he’d been dying to do.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Carl,” Annie persisted. “What do you think will happen to your daughter and son when I come out and tell them Daddy Dearest killed a few drivers, all because he was gambling on their careers?”

“You’re a bitch, Annie.”

“And you’d still fuck me.”

“You’re right about that. I’d do it so I could control you. Not because I think you’re beautiful or sexy. I’ve seen enough of Julie Jenkins today to know there’s no comparison. It’s like comparing a horse to a donkey. For the record, you’re the ass.”

Silence filled the line. “I want her dead by midnight tonight,” she grated out. “Insult me again and I’ll kill you myself.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling. I want to make sure you’re in a good mood when we meet up to celebrate.”

“A party won’t be held unless you bring me the Hinmans and a death certificate for Julie Jenkins.”

“I can promise you Julie will die today. I can’t promise you Hank or Duke Hinman. After I watched Duke and Julie, I tend to believe that ain’t happening. If they’ve already been there and done you, why would they go back when they’ve had the best of the best?”

“Trust me. You don’t know Duke and Hank. They love me. They never said so but they do. They wouldn’t have spent time training me for their submissive partner if they didn’t intend to keep me around. They trained me to love and serve them.”

“And let me guess. You think they want you to get rid of Julie because they’d be so much happier with you, right?”

“They will be.”

Carl laughed outright. “I just watched two deeply connected people fuck all night. If you think you can come between that—even in death—you deserve the hell you’re gonna face, because I’m here to tell you once Hank and Duke find out you’ve been trying to kill the woman they love, they’ll take you apart with their bare hands.”

Annie purred. “It sounds like something I’ll enjoy.”

“They don’t belong to you, Annie.”

“You’ll see. When Julie is gone, they’ll come back. A man always returns home after he finishes playing on the wrong side of the tracks.”

Carl slapped his cell phone closed. He mumbled all sorts of profanity under his breath. When he turned around, he discovered the shock of a lifetime. Four guns were pointed at his head and a badge flashed in front of his face. “Carl Carlton, you’re under arrest for the murders of several race car drivers. If we can’t make that stick, we’ve got you for racketeering, laundering money, and the attempted murder of Julie Jenkins.”

About that time, the old guy Carl often saw with Julie walked up the sidewalk, an easy lope to his gait. Flashing a plastic case housing a DVD, the old man said, “I love that little girl. I loved her enough to place security cameras in the garage bay. You tried to kill her, and if I had my way you’d be dead right now.”

The agent with the badge took a few steps toward him. “I need your hands in the air.”

Hank Hinman appeared from the other direction. There were camera crews behind him.

Carl sneered. Without a doubt, he was going down. But he wasn’t leaving there without a fight.

“You couldn’t let this be a private matter?” Carl called out.

“Not a chance, Carl. It became a public when Julie nearly died on a televised event,” Hank said, bitterness and hatred in every word. “What excuse do you have, Carl? Didn’t she make you enough money? Hell, I thought being the number one driver in drag racing should’ve earned her your loyalty, but it wasn’t enough, huh?” A beat later, he added, “For guys like you, it never is.”

Julie and Duke walked out of the house then. Julie looked as fresh as an inexperienced virgin actually penetrated for the first time. Duke extended his arm and pushed her back behind him. “What’s this all about, Hank?”

Hank’s nose twitched. “We’ll explain later. Ain’t got the time right now.”

Duke shrugged. “As long as you have this under control.”

“I got this,” he assured him.

“If you say so,” Duke said, a troubled look in his eye. “Let’s go, Julie.”

As the younger Hinman tried to push Julie inside, she stepped away from him, darting under his arm. She rushed down the steps with her fists drawn tight. “What have you done, Carl?”

An agent stepped in front of her. “Miss Jenkins, we’d appreciate it if you waited in the house.”

Carl saw the greatest opportunity to make a name for himself. He’d tried to do that as a rookie driver and failed. He’d tried to establish himself as a prominent car owner and failed. In fact, throughout life, he’d constantly come up short.

If these guys wanted to take him down, he would be remembered.

Grabbing the pistol he had tucked at his belt, he secured the weapon in his hand, wielding the piece forward, and taking aim.

“He’s got a gun!” Hank shouted, rushing him.

Shots were fired all around him. He released at least a couple. He’d never know who or what he hit. His world went dark. His body went cold. Death welcomed him.

He wasn’t at the start-finish line. He was in victory lane. Race fans everywhere would always remember his name.

Chapter Fourteen

“Frank!” Julie screamed as the man she’d thought of like a father fell to the ground after catching the third bullet fired into his stomach. He wouldn’t have suffered such a fate if he hadn’t jumped in front of Julie as Carl’s gun became clearly visible, dangling from his fingertips.

Julie immediately went to Frank, propping his head on her lap.

Hank and Duke rushed to his side, too. He gasped as he tried to speak, raising his head off the ground to look down at his bleeding gut. “Oh geez…” he whispered, his head dropping to her knees again. “You gotta go, little girl. Get outta here. Hank, get her away from here.” Blood pooled at his sides. “Hank, now.”

Hank studied the old man for a moment and nodded. Julie wasn’t a fool. Frank thought this was the end, and he didn’t want her to watch him die. “Julie, let’s go, honey.”

Her sobs filled the air. “Give me a minute!”

By this time, the policemen there gathered closer. One stooped next to him.

“Frank, can you feel your legs?” Duke asked, trying to keep him talking.