Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series (12 page)

Because if her hunch was right, Mickie and Hunter’s lives were in great danger.

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“Hunter,” Mickie said, as her sock-clad toe landed on something that felt like the handle of her purse. “I think we need to level with each other.”

She hooked her big toe through the handle, cursing the near darkness that denied her a good look at what she had a toe-hold on.

“Who goes first?” Hunter asked, still sounding groggy.

Mickie sighed. This was a poor time for playing games or being stubborn. She got all five toes under the purse handle. Her feet, she had discovered earlier, were also bound at the ankles. The purse slipped down between her feet as she shimmied and butt-walked forward a bit. Then she lifted her bound legs in the air, using the momentum of the move to hurl the purse into her lap.

After it landed, she said, “Fine. I’ll go first. Then you have to help me open this purse.”

“I can’t even see!” Hunter protested.

“It’s in my lap. And inside is a pocketknife. It’s wicked sharp, and if we can get it out we can cut these ropes.”

“Weren’t we gonna level with each other first?” Hunter said, his arm brushing against hers as he moved closer. His shoulder brushed over her breast as he blindly groped, with tied hands, for the purse in her lap.

“All right.” She tried to ignore the way his searching fingers stroked so close to her pussy. This was no time to be thinking of sex! “I was working undercover as Chief Pritchard’s secretary because he’d given my boss permission to let me be the leading reporter on a cocaine trafficking ring I was investigating. I had to run all my stories by your chief first for approval before I could submit anything to my editor in chief.”

“Seems weird the chief would let you do that,” Hunter said. “He’s not exactly a fan of most reporters, and he’s usually pretty tight lipped about high risk cases.”

“Well, my boss claims he saved the chief’s life one time, and now he has a major in with him.” She almost gasped when his bound fingers pressed into her clit through her clothes.

They moved lower, brushing down her thighs. He let out a triumphant “Got it!” when his fingers closed around the purse. She heard a
snick
as he popped its latch open. Junk in her purse jangled and jingled, then a moment later Hunter said, “I think this is it.”

She butt-walked and shimmied over the floor until she felt Hunter’s hands brush against hers. It was so hard to see in the murk that touch was the only way to tell they were now back to back.

“Okay, start sawing and talking,” she told him as she wedged her bound wrists closer to the knife.

His fingers moved slowly as he tried to manipulate the blade with little mobility. “How do you expect me to confess and saw at the same time?”

“You’re a talented man. I’m sure you’ll manage.”

He breathed deeply behind her, took a moment to speak, and then, “The guy who kidnapped us? He’s one of the crooked cops involved in the cocaine ring you’ve been investigating. Sally and I have been investigating him for a while, unofficially. He’s the no good ex Sally told you about. Anyway… we’re not sure how many cops are in on this trafficking deal. Chief Pritchard suspended me and Sally when we fucked up our unofficial investigation. And that’s all you’re getting.”

Finally her wrists were free. The thick rope fell away and she took the pocketknife from Hunter. She flexed her fingers as she turned so she could cut him free. Then they sawed through the rope at their ankles before Mickie found her purse once more to retrieve a small flashlight. Unfortunately, the bare bulb hanging in the shack refused to work for them, so this was their only alternative light source.

“What don’t you keep in your purse?” Hunter quipped.

“My purse doubles as a first aid and emergency kit,” she told him. “You never know when you’re gonna need a flashlight or a pocketknife.”

He chuckled in the darkness. “Ever practical Mickie. That’s why I like you, sis.”

Her hand wrapped around the small flashlight. She wasted no time freeing it and flicking it on.

A tiny spotlight illuminated their surroundings, which she and Hunter quickly assessed. The door looked flimsy, and a scant slice of light filtered through where the wood had shrunk away from the jambs.

Hunter curled a hand around her arm. “A good shoulder hit could probably bring it down. Hold the light steady for me.”

He got to his feet and backed up so he could gain more momentum. Then he sprinted toward the door and planted his shoulder in the wood. It groaned and gave a loud crack.

He backed up farther and tried a second time. This time he hurt his shoulder, but a thick wedge of wood splintered and fell from the door. Sunlight streamed in and Mickie blinked as she adjusted to the brightness.

She put her pocketknife and flashlight back in her purse, stood, and walked over to inspect the door with Hunter. The heavy bolt that held it shut was rusted and on the verge of snapping. One more good shove and it would surely fall away.

“Step back,” Hunter said, and Mickie quickly moved out of his way. He took another run at the door and hit it so hard he gripped his shoulder, face screwing up in pain, afterwards.

The door fell to the ground in a dusty thump.

Mickie went over to him, assessing his head wound in the grey sunlight that poured into the shack. “You’re pretty banged up. We should get you to a hospital.”

“Bah.” He waved her off, then took her hand and helped her step over the rubble at the entry. “I’m fine.”

Thankfully the head wound was superficial and he hadn’t lost a lot of blood. But Mickie wondered about the damage he’d done to his shoulder. He seemed to be moving it okay, though, as he massaged and rotated it back and forth, wincing only a bit as he did so.

They were on someone’s property in a rural area, that much was easy to see. A tiny creek burbled along below them, at the base of a small hill to their right. Ahead of them, through a snarled cluster of maples, Mickie could see the highway.

“Look,” she said, grabbing Hunter’s hand and pointing toward the road. “We should go flag down a ride back into the city.”

“Good idea.”

They ran toward the road, breaking through the trees and stepping onto blacktop just as a gleaming orange corvette came zipping up the asphalt.

Hunter waved his arms and stepped carefully out into the road, remaining out of the corvette’s way but trying to make himself as visible as possible. Mickie followed suit.

The driver slowed down as the car approached. It stopped as it pulled up beside them. The passenger side window slid down to reveal a gorgeous blonde with curls falling over her shoulders. She was clad in tight jean shorts and a white halter top that clung to her pert little breasts. Her hard nipples strained the stretchy fabric. She studied Hunter and Mickie with turquoise eyes.

“Well,” she said, her gaze seductively taking them both in. “What happened to you two?”

Mickie briefly surveyed her disheveled state then blurted, “We need a ride to Saint John Police Department.”

The woman smirked and made no move to open the door. She acted as if they had all the time in the world. “Well, I could help you out … but what’s in it for me?”

Hunter balled his fists against his jean clad thighs. “This is no time to be playing games, lady.”

The woman shrugged. “For all I know, the two of you are lying through your teeth.” Her hand coiled around the gear shift and she put the vehicle back into drive.

“Wait!” Mickie grabbed onto the side of the car before she could leave. “What do you want? If you guarantee you’ll take us to the police, we’ll do it.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hunter frown in her direction.

The blonde gave a feline smile. “Get in and I’ll tell you.”

Since the sports car was a two-seater, Mickie had to sit on Hunter’s lap. The woman pulled away and turned toward a back road. She drove a ways up this dirt and pothole ridden path before she pulled into a wide space off the side that was choked with tall grass and plentiful wildflowers in purple, pink, and white.

She turned to them with that catlike smile again. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to have a man and a woman.” She did a finger walk up Mickie’s thigh. “Give me a quick thrill and I’ll take you where you need to go.”

Her fingers paused at the hem of Mickie’s denim shorts. Mickie looked at Hunter while the woman lightly brushed a lacquered nail back and forth over bare skin. He looked back and there was silent knowing, silent agreement.

Mickie leaned forward and grabbed a handful of the blonde’s curls. She yanked the woman’s ruby lips to hers and kissed lightly, teasing her at first. The woman unzipped Mickie’s shorts and tugged them down her hips.

Mickie deepened the kiss, and she heard Hunter give a little moan beneath her. She wiggled in his lap to up the torture, trying not to giggle when he groaned again.

The woman’s fingers slipped under the hem of her panties. The tips of her nails stroked over her lover’s clit, making her gasp. The scraping sent erotic sparks through this tiny bead of flesh.

She pulled the blonde closer, deepening the kiss. Her tongue flit out over those ruby lips, tasting traces of sweet cherry lip gloss. She yanked down the woman’s halter top, exposing her tiny, pert breasts to the cool air. Her nipples became hard pebbles as she stroked and plucked at them.

“It’s kinda cramped in here,” the blonde said, almost breathless as she pulled from the kiss. “Let’s go outside and fuck.”

Mickie and Hunter followed the blonde vixen as she got out of the car. They gathered on the side not facing the road. The blonde told them both to get their clothes off and get busy pleasing her. She braced herself on the trunk of the car, jutting her smooth, pale ass high in the air as she posed for them.

“You,” she pointed to Mickie. “Get on your knees and lick my pussy. And you,” she pointed to Hunter. “Fuck me from behind while she does.”

Hunter briefly hesitated. “Then you’ll take us where we need to go?” He squinted at her, frowning.

She gave him a saucy look. “Yup. But the longer you take to please me, the longer it takes you to get to the city.”

With a growl, he drew near, and so did Mickie.

Mickie went to her knees in the cool mud. Wet earth squished up around her. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, since the moist ground was smooth and free of debris. More like a cool mud bath she’d had when she’d treated herself to a spa day.

She watched Hunter position himself behind the blonde while she urged the woman’s legs wider apart.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been with a woman. She’d tasted, pleasured, Sally, Hunter’s patrol partner, at the big orgy she’d engaged in with her stepbrothers. She wasn’t shy about trying this a second time. She just wanted to get it over so they could get into town, notify the chief, and get that Trent bastard in jail. So, she figured she’d better make this good as well as quick. Give the blonde what she wanted and get where they needed to go.

Her tongue traced the blonde’s outer labia first. The woman hissed air between her teeth and murmured words of encouragement. Next she licked the woman’s velvety inner lips then up the length of her wet slit. Now the blonde moaned and arched her hips closer to her mouth.

While she circled the woman’s clit with the tip of her tongue, Hunter worked on pleasing the woman from behind. He didn’t fuck her yet, but the woman whispered her desires to him. He massaged her breasts, plucked and played with her nipples, kissed her breathless. Then the woman told him to get to his knees and please her ass the way the girl between her legs pleased her pussy. He did as he was told.

She slipped two fingers inside the blonde’s dripping pussy while she continued to nibble on her clit. With a man also licking and finger fucking her asshole, the blonde had orgasm number one quickly.

She went to get off her knees, but the blonde said, “Wait! We aren’t done yet. There are condoms in my purse. He has to fuck me while you keep eating my cunt.”

She and her stepbrother complied. She lavished attention on the woman’s pussy while he went to the car to grab protection.

She sipped the woman’s juices from her hole, pulled her clitoral hood back and flit her tongue rapidly over the bead of flesh beneath. The woman let out shrill cries of pleasure, and she had to dig fingers into the blonde’s legs just to keep her in position. Her hips rocked forward rapidly as she face fucked her lover.

Her stepbrother assumed the position behind the blonde once more. She saw him tear open the foil wrapper and slide the condom on. Then she watched him spread his big hands over the woman’s shoulders. He ran wide palms up and down her spine before he grabbed a hank of her hair, yanked her head back, and nibbled a trail from her ear along her jaw and collarbone. Her own pussy was throbbing and wet from the erotic interaction and display.

He tilted the woman’s hips then slid his meaty cock all the way in. She “ooohhhh” and “ahhhhh” from the deep penetration. Her pussy glistened with juices and spit as he pumped in and out of the blonde. She reached between the woman’s legs to fondle his sac while he fucked her.

The sound of his cock squishing in and out of the blonde’s tight pussy only turned her on even more. Shit, but this was a bad time to get horny. She couldn’t waste more time demanding the two of them satisfy her before they left, nor would she in this crisis situation. But the need to have that thick cock stuffed inside her next was almost too much to bear. Her pussy pulsed strong at the thought. Like a nagging itch that would drive her crazy until she scratched it. She promised herself, when she got through this, she would fuck the ass off him.

She nibbled on the woman’s clit, watching her stepbrother’s cock glide in and out as she did so. She squeezed and plucked at his balls, making him moan loudly too. Soon the woman writhed and thrashed between them, juices trickling down her inner thighs as she came again.

“Pull out and cum all over my ass,” the blonde said in a ragged voice.

He did just that, yanking his cock from inside her, tearing off the condom, and shooting his pearly seed all over her smooth, round bottom. She arched her ass higher to meet his spray.