Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series (11 page)

She moved back from him a bit, stopping just past the looming pine that grew near the side of the house. “Hunter…I just want to tell you that—”

Her words were stolen away as a black glove closed over her mouth, smothering her scream. Hunter lunged and went to grab for her, but something thick and metal slammed into the back of his skull.

His eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing he saw was a masked figure dragging away the woman he loved.

***

Hard Rock Stepbrothers Part 4

“You aren’t Sally?”

The man that stood over Mickie was pale and spattered with freckles. His dark auburn hair contrasted starkly with his blanched face. He’d just turned the light on in the tiny shack, and now he gaped at a bewildered Mickie, looking just as perplexed as she figured she did.

Her head throbbed and her throat felt like sandpaper. Hunter sat propped up beside her. His hands were bound behind his back with thick rope and a dingy white gag was tied over his mouth. He was out cold, and a small thread of blood glistened on his temple.

“What the hell’s going on here?” Mickie croaked. She found her hands were also tied behind her back, but their captor hadn’t gagged her yet.

Their captor slid a chair across the slat board floor and straddled it. He crossed his arms and rested them atop the back, then propped his chin on them while he stared at her.

“The boss is gonna be pissed.” He sighed and closed his eyes. His face crinkled up, like he was thinking hard on this situation.

Mickie looked at her stepbrother, Hunter, and worried. What had this asshole done to him? And what had he done to her? She felt groggy and her head and shoulders ached like a rotten tooth.

As she stared at the guy, she realized this had to be a corrupt cop who was a part of the cocaine trafficking story she was working on for the Saint John’s Gazette. What would her editor in chief say if he could see her right now? He’d already been worried about the ticklish nature of this story, but he’d still wangled an undercover deal for Mickie. She’d been working as the police chief’s secretary, using an assumed name while she gathered information for her expose. Only the chief, and Hunter and his patrol partner, Sally Rollins, had known her real identity.

So someone had to have sold her out to the drug dealers, she thought, and the thought struck terror in her heart. For now, she tamped it down and tried to focus on getting herself and Hunter out of this situation.

Just as the guy stood up, Hunter awoke. He shook his head slowly, giving pained groans as his eyes fluttered open. When he focused on their captor, he went crazy in his bonds. Muffled shouts filtered through his gag.

Giving a cruel smile, the man walked over to Hunter. He was about Hunter’s size and similarly built, but his face, his eyes, had a frenetic look that made Mickie nervous.

He yanked the gag from Hunter’s mouth, and Hunter said, “Trent Farrow, you sonofabitch. When I get outta here, you’ll never walk straight again.”

Trent scoffed at the threat. “You ain’t getting out of here, Fayette. I’m gonna make sure of that.” Then he turned to Mickie, ran a spidery finger down her chin. “You and your pretty lady are gonna disappear forever.”

Hunter snarled and spit curses at the man. Using his shoulder, he managed to knock the man off balance and away from Mickie. Trent tilted backward on his haunches and then fell to his ass.

He scrambled to his knees and reared back with a fist, punching Hunter hard in the nose. Hunter yelped and blood flowed. Mickie lunged at their captor and screamed, “Bastard!”

Trent pushed her back, so she slammed hard into the bare wall behind her. Hunter went for him again, but nearly fell over sitting up. He seemed woozy from his hit on the head.

Trent stood up and moved away from them. He shook his head and rubbed the side of his face. “Nope, the boss won’t like this at all. I gotta go find Sally and off the three of you before dawn.”

With that, he left the shack, but not before dousing the light by the door. Once more, Mickie and Hunter were surrounded by murky shadows.

***

Sally woke up in a tangle of arms and legs. Her skin was sticky and her head throbbed, but she felt wonderful. She slipped from beneath the single sheet and stretched like a cat.

Hands molded to her bare hips, stopping her as she went to slide off the mattress. She looked back at a sleepy-eyed Shane. He smiled as he rubbed a hand across his day old stubble.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He laced his fingers between hers.

She reached over and brushed strands of dark blond hair from his forehead. “To take a pee. My teeth are floating.”

They shared a quiet giggle. Around them, some other people began to wake up and mill about. But, all in all, the suite’s occupants still slumbered in post-orgy repose.

“I’ll come with you,” he said, letting the sheet slide off his lap as he stood. “I could really use a shower after last night.”

Thoughts of last night made Sally smile. Things had started out tame enough. She and Mickie—Shane and Hunter’s step sister, who was staying with them at their father’s mansion—had gone to Decadent & Deadly’s concert. Shane was the drummer in this up and coming rock band, and he and Sally had recently hooked up in his dressing room, but she wasn’t expecting an encore like she’d gotten.

After she and Shane parted ways with Hunter and Mickie, Shane had taken her to an all out orgy at the Chateau Saint John. Much of the night was a blur, but she did remember dancing with a masked woman around a phallic ice sculpture, and engaging in a threesome with said woman, Shane, and said ice sculpture.

After she flushed the toilet, Shane locked the bathroom door and waited a moment to pull down the detachable shower head then adjust the water. He stepped in the rounded tub and grinned at her, while the hot spray jetted over his hand.

“Just the two of us this time,” he said, taking the hand from beneath the spray and holding it out to her.

She felt herself blush and warm from head to toe. Dear god, she couldn’t fall in love with this bad boy rock star any more than she already had, but he was making it damn hard not to!

She decided to show him her naughty side yet again. “Let’s leave it unlocked.” She walked to the door and did just that before she joined him. “See what fate brings our way.”

He took her hand and she stepped in the pearly white tub. Shane pulled the sheer plastic shower curtain closed then pulled her in his arms.

She squirmed in his embrace when he swept a warm spray of water up her spine. The detachable shower head sent out massaging, liquid needles that shocked her skin at first, but now she relaxed as the high pressure flow pelted her ass.

He kissed her soundly before he turned her so his slippery chest and abs molded to her water slicked back. Then his tongue flit into the shell of her ear briefly before he tugged on the lobe with his teeth. While he nipped and licked his way down her neck, he teased her nipples with the tingling spray. He’d bring the showerhead close to her breasts, swirling circles of jetting fluid over the soft, sensitive skin. He brushed it up and down, back and forth, over her nipples, like he was a painter loving her body with his paintbrush. Her nipples throbbed and ached from the stimulation.

The tiny waterfall skimmed between her ribs, smoothed over her stomach, and finally tickled her clit with its insistent vibration. Her lover nudged a knee between her legs, spreading them wider. She tilted her pelvis forward, so the spray could hit her sex more directly. A gasp that bordered on a moan escaped her when he pulled her clit hood back and the water assailed this sensitive bead of flesh.

He swept the stream up and down her wet slit, swirled circles over her clit, like he was once more painting her with desire and bliss. She moaned loudly now as stimuli, pleasure, rocketed through her, making her limbs feel weak. She had to lean into her lover so she wouldn’t fall to her knees.

She reached back and wrapped an arm around his neck and he dipped his head toward hers. His tongue slid across her bottom lip, tasting it thoroughly before it slithered into her mouth once more and teased her own tongue into submission. Now the assault of pleasure made her close her eyes and mewl into his kiss.

His free hand slinked down her stomach and soon fingers teased her in time with the water. She clutched at the back of his neck, gave breathy gasps as climax drew closer. Just as she came all over his fingers, pussy juices mingling with the water trickling down her thighs, the bathroom door clicked open.

They barely heard it, but she noticed a shadow falling across the translucent shower curtain. She licked her lover’s ear before she whispered, “Someone’s joining us.”

The shower curtain slid open slowly. The slender metal rings holding it to the rod made a soft
ting
.

Dark eyes peered in at them. A sly smile spread across a face bristly with day old stubble. The Italian Stallion, as the bass player of Decadent and Deadly was known, scratched at his goatee and asked, “Is there room for one more in there?”

She glanced back at her wet lover and his eyes seemed to give silent approval. He left the decision up to her. She turned to the dark haired man, who resembled a pirate on a romance novel. Holding out a hand to him, she said, “There is.”

The Italian Stallion was hairier than her current lover, and she ran her fingers through the dark, thick curls that peppered his toned chest and stomach. It tapered into a treasure trail just below his belly button. Then a dark nest of fur covered his scrotum. His purple headed cock jutted fully erect from within this thatch. Its shining glans glistened with a trickle of pre-cum that was washed away when the stinging spray hit it.

The lover behind her gave the handheld shower to their new companion, then he reached for some golden hued bath gel hanging from a rack. Sandalwood mixed with rose oil tickled her nostrils with an earthy, full bodied perfume. She sighed and let her eyes flutter shut as he rubbed the gel into her shoulders. Moving lower, he kneaded her muscles while he soaped up her back. The last of her knots and tension melted away.

Her dark haired lover knelt and nudged her clit hood away from the sensitive flesh beneath. He held the showerhead close, letting the insistent stream pelt her clitoris. She gasped and let out a yelp at the shock of the water’s return. While he held the stream so it steadily beat on this nub of nerves and sensation, he spread her labia and dipped his head so he could lick the length of her slit. She felt her juices gushing as she came hard between her two lovers.

But they weren’t done with her yet. The lover behind her also kneeled now, and he lathered up her apple-shaped bottom with more luxuriant gel. He spread her ass cheeks and licked her crack, poking his hot tongue inside her anus, while the man at her front continued to nibble and lick her clit.

Her legs trembled from the force of her first orgasm. Now they shimmied and shook as another began to quickly build. The assault of bliss was enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.

The lover behind her now spread slippery gel up and down her crack. He slipped soapy fingers in her rectum and lubed her up, then he passed the gel to the lothario kneeling before her. He squirted more fragrant gel into his palm and took his time soaping up her pussy. He rolled her clit between a slick finger and thumb until she nearly climaxed again.

Briefly, her dark pirate lover left the shower. He returned with two silver foil packages, handing one to his friend behind her. Moments later, the dark haired lover hooked his arms beneath her legs as he stood. He held her thighs level with his hips as he plunged all eight inches of his cock into her twitching pussy. She let out a long, loud groan of satisfaction as its bulbous head stroked her g-spot perfectly.

The lover behind her cradled her ass and spread her cheeks wide with his fingers. His slick shaft caressed the length of her crack before he eased its impressive girth into her tight anus. She gripped him hard, just like she gripped the cock thrusting in and out her pussy. Her body became a writhing mass of ecstasy as he thumped her g-spot from the back while his companion pummeled and caressed it from the front.

It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to explode inside of her. She felt like a radiant fireworks display as bliss rained over her and throughout her. Her skin was electric ecstasy. Her pussy throbbed deep with satisfaction.

Once they were done fucking, they cleaned up with what remained of the hot water, got dressed, and slipped from the bathroom to find a growing line of impatient party people waiting for the toilet. Sally murmured apologies while Shane just smirked sheepishly and Nathan walked back to the bed, looking for a new lover.

She and Shane slipped out of the hotel suite and grabbed a taxi home. She hoped Hunter and Mickie weren’t too worried about them. When they did get back to the mansion, she planned on cramming in a couple more hours of shut eye. She was tired from her all night sex marathon, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

She and Shane noticed the signs of a scuffle as they were walking up the driveway. Sally’s pace slowed when she spotted one of Mickie’s shoes, a light blue Skechers sneaker, in a bush at the side of the house. They found a small patch of blood on the steps leading up to the front door.

“What happened here?” Shane bent down to touch the blood.

“Don’t touch it!” Sally stopped him. “It’s evidence,” she explained, when he gave her a puzzled frown. Acid churned in her stomach and she felt sick. She had a hunch what had happened here. “Come on. We need to go talk to Chief Pritchard, now.”

And she headed toward the garage with Shane by her side. As they went, she explained more about Trent Farrow, her no good ex, and just exactly what he was caught up in. She confessed she and Hunter had been investigating him secretly, and when he found out he cleaned up the evidence—a stash of cocaine he’d been keeping in a house he’d bought without her knowing. Shane just listened intently as she let it all flow out of her. She was terrified to trust him with such dangerous information, to trust anyone these days, but now she had no choice left. And Hunter was his twin. Mickie was his step sister. To help her help them, he needed to be adequately informed, and protocol or her suspension from the force be damned.