Annmarie McKenna Strength of Three

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Chris nodded, a snarl curling her lip with distaste as she looked down at her brother
currently being handcuffed.
We had a bit of a warning, so neither of us got hurt.
TJ, Kyle and Jon turned to Aislinn, expecting her to have had a vision. Aislinn shook
her head.
Nope, wasn t me. She pointed at Chris and all eyes turned to her.
What? she asked innocently.
TJ grasped her hands. Sweetheart. Is there something you need to tell us?
Her face scrunched up. No. No! Good Lord, I got this tingly feeling on the back of
my neck and then there was this shadow over us. It could have been the way he very
loudly called me the trashy whore who killed her mother in front of the entire caf�.
Caused enough of a commotion for Aislinn and me to get up, which is when he shoved
the table over.
Aislinn snorted. Oh and that had nothing to do with you calling him a drunken pig
who needed to go wallow in his miserable life somewhere else.
Jon leaned in and whispered in Chris s ear, letting his hand wander to her ass. You
will pay for antagonizing the man trying to kill you, sweetheart.
Carter fought the police, jerking against their hold. It took three of them to subdue
him and finally drag him to the squad car, kicking and spitting his profanities and
accusations all the way.
I wasn t antagonizing him. He called me a killing whore. Was I not supposed to
defend myself? I can t believe it was him all along. I never thought& I& Do you think
the cops will keep him or let him go?
TJ took her elbow and started guiding her back to the Turner Industries building.
They won t have a choice since you re going to press charges for assault.
Will it stick? He didn t touch me.
No, but the table did. Aislinn pointed to Chris s hip. Remember, he flipped it up
and it bounced off you.
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Son of a bitch, Chris. TJ jerked to a stop and started pulling her shirt from her
pants so he could see if there were marks. Jon assisted. Where did he get you? Are you
hurt bad?
Chris pushed at their hands. Um, hello, public sidewalk here. Get your hands out of
my pants.
Jon grinned. Then we d better get home, because I want nothing other than to have
my hands in your pants.
I see Sergeant Watts over there. I ll tell him we ll bring her in later. I m sure
they ve got questions.
Who s Sergeant Watts? Chris asked as Jon tried to pull her away.
A friend of ours, Jon answered and then called over his shoulder to Kyle while he
propelled Chris down the street. We re taking the rest of the day off.
Bye, Jon heard Aislinn yell behind them, her voice amused.
Are we even going to make it home? Chris grunted. Good Lord, slow down.
Jon pushed the pace and somehow he and TJ made Chris keep up. No way would he
slow down. Witnessing her brother trying to take her out of his life had been too much.
He needed to reconnect with her. To do that he needed to get as close to her as humanly
possible inside her. Buried deep where she wouldn t know where one of them ended
and the other began. Either of them because Jon needed TJ there with them as well.
If TJ was in the same shape as Jon, they might not make it home, but she was right,
they didn t need to get arrested for public indecency.
We ll make it home. He eyeballed the remaining distance between them and his
car parked in the lot next to Turner Industries. We have to for what I have in store for
you, Jon growled.
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The front door closed behind them with a definitive thud, adding to the growing
thump her heart was currently beating. TJ had driven this time while Jon kept her
occupied in the backseat. Distracted, more like. There wasn t any part of her body his
hands and mouth hadn t touched. He d been especially tender at her hip where an ugly
bruise had already shown itself.
Her nipples were rock hard, her clit throbbed and she was breathless. Jon had her
primed and ready with all his backseat foreplay. She rounded on him, grabbing his shirt
and hauling him to her.
Where were we? She ignored his look of surprise and attacked his lips.
TJ sandwiched her between them, nestling his thick cock against her ass, promising
wickedness. His hands came up, dragging her shirt with them then palming her breasts
Jon had so thoughtfully freed from their confinement in the car.
A second later, Jon flicked open the button at her waist. She heard the rasp of the
zipper over her moans as TJ pinched and rolled her nipples into even harder points.
She needed them. Needed both to fill her mind with something other than the
ugliness her brother had brought.
Her pants were pushed down gently over her sore hip. As soon as they reached her
knees, all tenderness was gone. Jon s booted foot stepped on the crotch and shoved them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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