Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (10 page)

He parked the car, and they both got out. The others pulled up and joined her and Logan.

He reached for her hand to examine her wrist in the light from the lamp post.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she realized just how big of a man Logan was. Her small hand was lost in his much larger hand. His fingers lightly grazed the delicate flesh on her wrists and she felt the bruising. She attempted to pull away, but the others were near now, too, and she found herself moving closer to Logan.

Looking up into his dark brown eyes, he held her gaze as he brought her wrist to his lips and kissed her skin.

She closed her eyes, feeling that deep connection again and then his arm going around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

“Is she okay? Did he hurt her?” Sunny asked, sounding upset, and his voice frightened her. Instantly she pulled from Logan’s arms.

She held out her hand palm up. “My keys?”

Logan crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the hood of her car as if he had control because he held her keys. The group of them surrounded her in a semicircle in front of her car.

“Keep them. I don’t care right now.” She attempted to leave but walked into Frankie. He pulled her against his chest and hugged her. She struggled just for a second then allowed him to hold her.

* * * *

“I can smell his scent on her,”
Frankie stated to his brothers.

“Just deal with it like I did for the fifteen minute ride over here,”
Logan replied.

“I need to go. I’m exhausted and need some ice and some painkillers,” Melissa stated as she pulled away from Frankie. He held his arms around her waist and looked her in the eyes.

“We’re going to have to talk. It would be better if we come inside—”

“No! No, you can’t come inside. You need to leave. You can’t come in with me,” she stated then pulled away and clutched her jacket to her chest.

“What’s wrong? Why not?” Frankie asked.

“Because I have kids and my aunt lives there, too. My friend and her kids are there as well. I need to go. I really don’t want any trouble. I promise that I won’t say a word about tonight. Good-bye.” She swiftly began to run up the sidewalk.

“Wait, the keys, Melissa,” Logan stated, and she turned toward them.

“Throw them to me,” she said, and Logan hesitated then tossed her the keys. She caught them and hurriedly entered the front door to the building.

* * * *

“She has fucking kids?” Vince asked, sounding shocked.

They were all silent.

“We have some work to do before we go see her tomorrow night at Charlie’s,” Logan said, and they all got into the SUVs.

“What about that piece of shit, Bret? We should pay the fucker a visit,” Vince said, shocking his brothers. He was the calm one out of all of them. He and Jake were levelheaded, and it took a lot to piss them off. Sunny and Frankie had the short fuses while Logan tried to maintain control and the peace.

“No. We need to focus on Melissa first. We have to find out her story and everything about her life and these kids she has. Was she married? Is the guy alive or dead?”

“Fuck, Logan. I’m feeling so out of sorts right now. How the hell can you be so organized?” Vince asked.

“I have to be. This situation could become out of control very quickly if not handled accordingly.”

Chapter 7

Melissa tiptoed her way into the apartment and found all the kids sleeping on sleeping bags and blankets in the living room. It was a good old-fashioned slumber party. Celine was on the couch watching over them, and Melissa smiled. They were all so innocent. They had no idea what kind of a messed-up, crazy world was out there. Now it appeared that men who could shift into wolves walked the earth as well. She got the chills, and then she thought of the brothers again. A SWAT team for the NYPD no less, and probably the most lethal force a human could reckon with.

She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and absorbed the silence in the room and the sound of peaceful breathing.

Then came thoughts of Bret and the way his eyes changed and how he practically attacked her. She was so scared. Almost as scared as when those bullets whizzed past her the other night when she robbed the drug dealers.

With a sigh, she walked around the counter then heard Celine’s voice.

“Everything okay?” she whispered as she slowly raised her head up from the couch.

Melissa clutched her jacket tighter against her chest, feeling her wrist throb but hoping that Celine couldn’t see her ripped shirt.

“Yeah, fine. Sorry if I woke you.”

“No. I’m a light sleeper. It’s a curse from years in the shelter.”

“How did tonight go?”

“Great. The kids had a ball and insisted on having a slumber party. They want to do it again tomorrow.” Celine glanced at the clock on the DVD player by the TV. “Well, I mean tonight. You’re working at Paul’s, right?” Celine asked, and Melissa felt her heart pound in her chest. The guys wanted to see her tomorrow. Tonight had been a nightmare. Maybe a change of scene was in order.

“Yeah. I spoke to him this morning. I’d better head to bed. I’m sure the kids will be up early and want French toast for breakfast.”

“Chocolate chip pancakes,” Brandon whispered from his pillow, and they laughed.

“Go back to sleep,” Melissa whispered then smiled at Celine before heading into the bathroom.

* * * *

Melissa peeled the clothes from her body and placed them in a garbage bag. She needed to get rid of these before anyone saw them and questioned her. A glance in the mirror and she saw the scratch by her neck but no bruising so far on her cheek. Bret had hit her pretty hard, and she hoped there wouldn’t be bruising there by morning.

Her wrist looked slightly black and blue but the bruise was not really noticeable. She would wear a bunch of tiny beaded bracelets to Paul’s and no one would even notice.

She turned on the faucet in the shower and started the hot water. Stepping under the gentle spray, she smelled the mixed scents of Bret’s cologne and Logan’s scent, as well as Frankie’s.
Great. Now they have me sniffing things.

She quickly grabbed the bottle of body wash, letting the aroma fill her nostrils and the bad memories disappear. As she covered the washcloth with body wash, she cleansed her body, spending extra time caressing her breasts as thoughts of Logan filled her mind.

She remembered the way he confined her between his arms and how his fingers brushed against the underside of her breast. Then she thought about the way he kissed her. It was hot and ended way too soon. She had forgotten that they were in the hallway in the club. Her belly tingled with a mix of embarrassment and stimulation, and soon she thought about how Logan and Frankie kissed her. She thought about Frankie. Melissa knew what kind of a man he was. He could get action any time he wanted it. He had a temper, and he was demanding. The way he cornered her so quickly like a prey corners its next meal burned her insides as the moisture funneled down her core. She dropped the washcloth and slowly pressed her fingers to her thighs, gently caressing the
V
between her legs, and straight to her pussy lips. They were wet, all right, and not from the water as she pressed a dainty digit to her cunt. Her cream coated her fingers, and curiosity made her press them back to her folds.

Closing her eyes, she played with her labia and rotated her finger, letting the cream coat her lips as she rubbed the sensitive flesh.

In her mind, she envisioned Jake, including his attire and his crew-cut hair. Dressed in designer jeans and a button-down shirt, she knew his type. Classy and sophisticated. She pressed her finger into her hole. What would it be like to make love to him? To all of them?

Melissa envisioned each of the brothers surrounding her on a large bed, their thick, muscular bodies surrounding her own. Long, thick, solid cocks fisted and ready to love every inch of her, one hole at a time.

She added a second finger and increased her speed, feeling her knuckles tighten as she tried to pump faster. Her insides coiled up, but she just couldn’t reach her peak. She added another digit, attempting to locate that special spot no man had ever found on her. She finger-fucked herself in the shower thinking about her men. Her men? Was she really considering having sex with them? How could it work? Her hazy mind fought a seemingly worthless battle against her desires. She imagined herself laid out over Logan, riding him as best she could as Jake fucked her in the ass. Her mouth opened as the warm water cascaded over her lips and on her tongue. She imagined Frankie’s cock in her mouth. He would love that. He would probably hold her hair in a controlling manner as he fucked her mouth. The idea of having sex with more than one man at once was never even a fantasy. She never let anyone touch her anus, yet here she was so willingly imagining the brothers exploring every orifice of her body. She moaned at the vision in her mind, feeling her body tighten as if it were really happening. Her mouth opened wider as the water splashed inside and against her sensitive nipples. She continued to pump into her own pussy, hearing the water slosh against her fingers, the cream, and her flesh. She had a fabulous imagination and the men had left quite an impression on her body. Just the thought of them, even with her eyes closed, made her fantasy feel so real. She actually felt Frankie come down her throat as she swallowed his warm essence and gulped for air. He pulled out, and then Sunny caressed her chin and pressed his long, thick cock between her wet, parted lips, and she sucked him in, unable to handle his girth. Jake pulled her left nipple and fondled her breast as Vince pulled her right, and she lost it. She gritted her teeth as an explosive orgasm overtook her body. Gasping for air, she tried to quiet her panting and hoped that no one had heard her.

* * * *

“What have we got so far on our little stripper?” Frankie asked as he bit into a juicy, red apple.

Sunny growled, obviously still upset about their mate’s line of work. Frankie didn’t mind so much now that they found her. She would only be doing the striptease for him and his brothers from here on out.

“Don’t joke around. I’m still trying to swallow the whole thing,”

Sunny stated as he pulled up a picture of some woman who looked just like Melissa.

“I don’t mind one bit. It will make bedroom play more interesting, especially when we install our own pole. Any ideas where the best spot will be?”

“You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?”

“Hell yeah, Sunny! Did you see her moves?”

“Just shut the fuck up, all right. I’m trying to gather everything I can on her. Logan’s going be back any minute.”

Just then the door opened and both Logan and Jake arrived.

“Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Vince?” Frankie asked, taking another bite of apple.

“Doing recon on our girl. How did you make out, Sunny?” Logan asked, walking closer to the computer.

“Okay, this is what I have so far. Here’s a picture of her sister and her sister’s husband. They died in a drive-by shooting two years ago. Apparently he was a detective in narcotics, but I don’t remember him,” Sunny said.

“Well, the date stated May nineteenth. We were in Colombia all of May, then doing that job in Singapore in April. We missed the whole thing,” Jake stated as he leaned his butt against the desk.

“Well, Melissa ‘Mel’ Savianno is twenty-two years old, looks like she has been pursuing a law degree, and either hasn’t qualified for the bar exam yet or hasn’t passed. She is the legal guardian for Lea, age twelve, Brandon, age eight, and Tommy, age three, the children of Michael and Sarah Mercer.”

“Not her own kids. Their her dead sister’s kids?” Frankie asked.

Sunny nodded.

“What else?” Jake asked.

“We got her address, which we already know, her place of employment, and there are a few articles here about some volunteer work she’s done for the local soup kitchen in her neighborhood.”

“What are you not sharing with us?” Logan pushed.

Sunny exhaled as he pulled up an old police report.

“She has a criminal record?” Frankie inquired, moving closer to the screen.

“She was picked up last year for trespassing and possession of stolen property. Charlie bailed her out.”

Logan released a sigh then leaned back against the couch just a few feet away from the computer and desk.

“Looks like we’re going to have our hands full here. I don’t get the feeling that our little vixen is going to come to us willingly. We need to make a plan here. Something that can get us some alone time with her and set things straight. I also think she’s not so fragile. Don’t let her petite appearance fool you. She’s got secrets, and she’s got weapons of her own. Dig back to her childhood, if you can, Sunny. I want to know what kind of life this kid had.”

“I’m already all over it, brother. Check this out.”

Sunny clicked a button on the FBI website and entered his secure password. Immediately information about Melissa filled the screen. They had her parents’ names, her high school and college transcripts, and soon a little bit of an idea about how Melissa grew up. Thirty minutes later, Vince was calling from his cell phone.