Emma's Treasures (10 page)

Tucker stood beside Emma as she raised her arms once again, and fired. The small handgun went off, and Emma yelped. Tucker laughed. “Emma, honey, you can’t squeal every time the gun goes off. It just ain’t right.”

“Oh shut up, Tucker,” she said, turning toward him, and instantly Tucker fell to the ground.

“Damn it, Emma! How many times do I have to tell you not to swing around with a loaded gun?”

“Oh, sorry.” She smiled, lowering the gun to her side, as Tucker rose to his feet, brushing off the dirt from his pants once again.

“And just how sorry are you, Emma?” Tucker said, smiling as he began to stalk her. The predatory style in which he maneuvered toward her had Emma squealing as she dropped the gun and ran. Her laughter rang out over the fields as Tucker chased her. Catching her around the waist, he picked her up and swung her around, till they were both out of breath. Falling to the ground, breathing heavy, they lay there looking up at the sky.

Tucker rolled till he was lying over her chest and brushed her blonde hair from her face, looking into her iridescent bluish-purple eyes. In that instant, those eyes and the way they looked at him puzzled him, as if he had seen them somewhere else. But the thought eluded him as Emma giggled underneath him, breaking the spell. “God, you’re so beautiful, Emma,” he whispered as he lowered his face to hers.

The touch of her sweet lips instantly had his cock pounding against his jeans. He loved this woman more than life itself, and wanted to have her writhing beneath him. But he wanted to take it slow. Allowing her to adjust was what she needed.

He slowly lifted his lips from hers, and she moaned in protest. “Why did you stop?”

“Don’t want to push you.”

“Who said you were pushing?” she asked.

“Are you sure, Emma? Because I have been missin’ you like crazy these last few weeks and so have my brothers. We want you to be sure.”

“Tucker?”

“Yes.”

“Make love to me.” She smiled and pulled his head back down to hers.

The instant their lips met, Tucker took control. He needed her something fierce, and with the final go-ahead, there was nothing that was going to stop him from having her, right now, in the open field.

Helping her to stand up, he quickly lifted the hem of her dress and smiled. “Damn, woman, I love when you’re nekkid and ready to go,” he said as he saw she wore nothing underneath. Falling to his knees, he took a hold of her breast and began sucking on a nipple. He could hear her moans and whimpers as he alternated from one breast to the other.

Going slow was not what he wanted, but for Emma’s sake, he had to take a deep breath to calm his elation. He knew his brothers were gonna chew his ass, but when the lady said she wanted lovin’, who was he to say no?

Having her standing before him, legs spread and gloriously naked for the whole world to see, was a major turn-on, especially when he looked up to see the ecstasy upon her face. He did that. He brought her pleasure. Lowering his mouth, trailing kisses down her stomach to her warm pussy, Tucker placed his hands on her folds, and opened her up to the heaven that awaited him.

Her wet pussy sparkled in the afternoon sun, like dew drops on the open prairie. He couldn’t wait any more. He had to taste her, and he did by licking her long and deep. Her taste exploded on his tongue, as he drank up every little morsel.

Emma’s hands weaved through his hair, pulling his head closer to her as he pillaged her essence. Drinking from her, Tucker was drifting in his own little world, and he still couldn’t get enough of her. Leaning back, he grabbed her thighs and spread her wide, bringing her down upon his face.

The moment her knees connected with the earth, Emma began to grind her cunt against his mouth, as Tucker’s tongue plunged in and out of her wet pussy. Tucker could feel the walls of her channel contracting, and with one hard suck on her clit, he sent her out into the universe, screaming out her pleasure.

* * * *

Travis and Tate were sitting at the kitchen table when they heard Emma scream the first time. Running out the back door into the open field they stopped as they saw Tucker loving their woman. The pleasure upon her face was so apparent that Travis and Tate were soon hard as nails.

The slow way their brother was taking care of her was not his normal approach, but they knew he was giving her what she needed. They quickly removed their clothes and began moving closer, rubbing their cocks.

They watched as Tucker gently rolled her onto her back, quickly shedding his jeans.

Seeing his brothers , Tucker smiled. Picking Emma up and setting her on his lap, he gently wrapped her legs around him as his cock slid home. The warmth almost felt foreign but so very familiar, and he sighed. “Damn, baby, I’m home. Ride me, Emma. Love me,” he said as he began to move within her. Holding her close, he helped her move on him, creating a hard friction on her clit that was going to quickly send her flying again. He was so close himself, having been so long since he had been inside her hot little body, he tried hard to hold off, allowing her another orgasm.

Emma felt a warm body move in behind her, and when he kissed her ear, she sighed. “Hi, Tate.”

“Hi, beautiful. I’ve missed you,” he said, kissing her neck as he played with her ass. Taking it slow, Tate inserted one finger and gently pumped the digit in and out of her hot ass. She cried out when he removed the finger but it was soon replaced with two. “Hang on, baby, I gotta make sure you’re ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just fuck me, Tate!” she yelled.

Tate laughed. “Remember you said that.”

Emma could feel the head of Tate’s cock against her rosebud and when he pushed forward, a soft “ah” from her had him holding her tightly. It didn’t take long before Tucker and Tate began the rhythm of in and out, slowly, seductively enticing moans from her wanton body. She missed them, her body craved them, and her soul needed them.

With Travis standing next to her, rubbing his cock, he grunted, “How about me, Ems? Do I get some lovin’, too?” he asked as he placed his cock on her lips. She watched as he smiled, grabbing his cock and licking his lips as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue.

“Oh, baby girl, you’re playing with fire.” Travis growled.

Travis grabbed ahold of her head and plunged forward, taking the air from Emma. “Breathe through your nose, baby. I’ll fit,” he coaxed, and slid in farther as her throat muscles relaxed.

Emma was in pure heaven, receiving pleasure from everywhere. There were so many feelings running through her at this very moment, but the biggest was that no matter what, these three men would love her till their dying breath, and she adored them.

Wanting to show them how they pleasured her, she listened to Travis and relaxed her throat, allowing his full cock to slide completely down her throat. She swallowed, causing Travis to moan, “Oh, God,” as her throat muscles contracted around his stiff cock. The pleasure she received from loving them was irreplaceable.

The constant friction between the push and pull from Tucker and Tate had Emma writhing as she ground her pussy into them.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna make it. Tate, help Emma over,” she heard Tucker say between breaths.

She felt Tate reached around, and began rubbing her clit. The sensation she felt as Tate massaged her clit created tingles throughout her body. Each of them began moving faster, and she knew they were close, too.

With one hard rub and then a small pull, their combined efforts shook her body as she flew into subspace. Her screams of enjoyment were electric as Travis held tight to her head, spewing his cum down her throat as Tate and Tucker flooded her channels with their seed.

Spent, Emma collapsed against Tucker, closing her eyes.

“Holy shit,” Travis said breathlessly, falling on his ass. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, bro, but I am feeling the same thing,” Tucker admitted.

Tate, pushing her hair away from her face, leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Looks like we loved our girl into unconsciousness.”

“We better get her home. Tabby is gonna be getting off the bus soon,” Travis said, looking at his watch. After dressing, he leaned over and picked Emma up, carrying her all the way home.

* * * *

Braxton pulled up, seeing Tate leaning against the front porch. Pushing away, he greeted the sheriff as he exited his vehicle. “Sheriff. What brings you out this way?”

“We need to talk. Are your brothers around?”

“Sure, go on in. They’re in the kitchen. I’ll be in in a minute,” Tate said, moving toward the slowing school bus.

Braxton entered the kitchen to find Travis and Tucker cooking dinner. “Evenin’, folks,” he announced, taking off his hat.

“Hey, Braxton, you stayin’ for dinner or is this an official visit?” Tucker asked.

“Where’s Emma?” Braxton questioned.

“Taking a nap. She had an exhausting afternoon.”

“I’ll just bet. Anyway, I found out some information concerning the fire.”

“Might as well go ahead with it. We can let Emma know the details when she wakes,” Travis advised, taking a seat.

Braxton took a deep breath and began. “Well, after the conversation we had a week or so ago, I got curious about the house fire that took Glenn McKenzie’s life. According to the fire marshal’s report, the fire was started by an accelerant, more than likely kerosene or gasoline. Now, according to Isabella, Glenn was drinking heavily that night and had passed out in his den. When the fire started, she swore that she saw him running out the back door, but according to the coroner’s report, the man found in the den was Glenn McKenzie. So, I got to thinking, what if it wasn’t Glenn and Isabella was telling the truth. Now, according to my pop, who was on call that night, Isabella was acting erratic, under complete emotional duress, which is understandable considering her husband was in the house. But what concerned me was that she never changed her story.

“I have three different reports saying the same thing, that she saw Glenn McKenzie fleeing out the back of the house. If Glenn did survive the fire, he disappeared. No one has seen him since. Now why, after everything had calmed down, would Isabella still continue to say that she saw Glenn running out the back? She wouldn’t, right? Unless she actually saw him.

“So that left me with the question, who was the man in the house? Where did he come from? Then there is the disappearance of Glenn McKenzie. We all know that Glenn moved here to Treasure Cove when he was about twenty or so, so the chances of him running off to another town are slim, but if he had something to hide, that’s another story. Then there is the story of your father’s accident. Now according to the police reports, a witness stated that he saw a man pulling your father from the truck before it exploded. But when he was asked to give an official statement the next day, he changed his story. Then the following month, he and his family just up and moved. Something isn’t right here. I asked my pop about all of this, and I was told, and I quote, ‘It’s in the past son, just let it lay.’”

Braxton took a breath, running his hands through his hair. The brothers watched as the sheriff got up and began to pace the kitchen. “None of this is making sense. I remember that night. It was horrible. The house fire that supposedly took Glenn’s life, then your father’s car accident, two deaths within mere hours of each other, but what’s nagging me about this whole thing is the witness report of Isabella. She swore on three different forms that she saw Glenn fleeing out the back of the house. I can’t get that out of my head.”

“But you said the coroner identified Glenn. So there is no way he could have left the house. He is dead,” Travis said, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“You’re right, the coroner did identify Glenn. Apparently the body was badly burned. According to the coroner’s report Glenn was identified through DNA. But here is where it gets all weird. At Glenn’s funeral, two of the townsfolk remember seeing a man who looked exactly like Glenn hovering around in the trees looking at the ceremony. Now, no one else saw this man, but still Martha and Jacob McKenna swear they saw Glenn or someone who looked exactly like him watching the service.” Braxton turned to look at the brothers. “Do either of you know if Glenn McKenzie had a brother? Because I thought he moved here right after he got kicked out of the army. Well, that’s what my pop said.”

“Not that I know of,” Travis answered.

“See, that’s what I thought, but I have never known Martha to lie, let alone Jacob. Then there is this shit with the house itself. According to the fire marshal’s official report, the window in the den was broken.”

“That’s understandable, Braxton, the firemen were trying to get into the house,” Tucker said, sitting down next to his brother.

“Then how in the hell did the window break, shattering glass ten feet from the house? When you break a window from the outside, most of the glass shards should be on the inside, not on the outside. That window was broken by someone on the inside. Then there is the discrepancy I found in the coroner’s report. According to the report, the body of Glenn McKenzie was burned so bad that only DNA or dental would identify him. But the coroner reports other things like a recent break to the ulna bone, his forearm. Now, I don’t know about you boys, but I do not remember Glenn walking around with a cast before the accident. According to the report, that break was only three months old.

“Then there is the DNA…which came back as 99 percent stating that the body was Glenn McKenzie,” Braxton advised the brothers, but it was the ashen look on all of their faces that told him something was up. “What?”

“It was Dad. Dad’s arm broke when he was wrestling with that steer out in the back field. The damn bull charged his ass, throwing him. Dad landed wrong and broke his arm,” Tate said, remembering the drive to town with his father cursing up a storm the whole way.

“Shit!” Tucker said, taking another swig of the beer.

“What the fuck happened that night?” Travis asked.

“Fuck…I want to know what all this means,” Braxton said.

“What it means is that we have a third player,” Emma replied softly from the doorway holding the letter in her hand.