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air."
"I always feel that way about you, Luc," I replied, leaning forward to kiss him. It also had my cock pushing into him farther as he folded over in half to accommodate me. "I love all of you more than I can put into words."
"I know that, and I feel the same way," Luc said, nodding. "Maybe I just didn't know I liked a little caveman action now and again. I mean it's hot when you throw me over your shoulder and fuck me as if you were branding me."
"I am branding you as mine," I growled as I started thrusting into him again. "I'm going to tattoo Spencer's, Dean's, and Ryder's on your sweet ass."
"Fine by me," he moaned as he writhed around under me. I realized I did like the idea of marking him as mine. My hips seemed to take on a life of their own as I pounded into him faster than I'd ever seen myself move. "You really like that idea, don't you, Spence?"
"Yes," I hissed out, the visual pushing me over the edge. I screamed out Luc's name as my dick exploded in his ass, filling him with my cum. Slumping down on him when I was spent, I rested my chin on his chest and let his legs fall off my shoulders. "What if we all got a matching tattoo? Something just for the four of us; I think that's better than wedding bands."
"Hmm, I liked the idea of you guys being marked as mine," Luc groaned as I pulled out of him. "Guess it's the wolf in me."
"Or the wolf that was just in you." I snickered as I lifted him up into my arms and walked us back to the living room. Ryder and Dean were fast asleep, wrapped around each other. I lay down on the other couch as Luc sprawled over me like a blanket. While I knew that the medicine didn't affect my desire for my men, only my endurance, Luc made a valid point. I didn't show them often enough how desperately I needed them, and that was something I was going to change.
CHAPTER 3
"We just got done with the security footage from the shipping company," Deputy Wilcowski told me over the phone a few days later. It ended up the package was traced to a 'pack and ship' store back in New York. The guy paid in cash and didn't put a return address on any of the forms.
"You guys get anything?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"No, we couldn't get enough facial features to make a positive ID," the deputy sighed. "He was wearing a ball cap and knew where the cameras were. We're going through footage from traffic cams from the same time, trying to get the guy walking into the store."
"I appreciate all the work you guys are putting into this," I replied, wiping a hand over my face in frustration.
"I gotta ask, Spencer. I know you said you didn't know why someone would want to kill you," he said gently. "But we pulled your background, and I can think of billions of reasons why someone might want you dead. Any chance you changed something with your company recently? Or who's in charge of it?"
"No, I've left that all alone…" I answered, stopping when a thought hit me. "Fuck!"
"Want to share?" Wilcowski chuckled in the phone.
"I sent my attorney a rough draft of my changed will," I grumbled. "I'm changing the beneficiaries to my partners instead of my trustee who runs the company."
"Would he have seen these changes?"
"Yeah, because if I die, he's not running the company anymore either. Ryder, Dean, and Luc would or choose someone they wanted to run it."
"So if you die before these changes go through, this guy gets everything?" The deputy asked, then let out a long whistle. "I'd say that's some pretty sweet motive there."
"I'm realizing that," I snickered. "His name is Greg Payton. He's been running the company for over ten years; I mean, he's always been a good guy to me."
"Things change, Spencer," he replied softly. "I'll dig into this guy and get back to you, but he seems like the only candidate to want you dead."
"I don't think I've pissed anyone else off," I chuckled. I thanked him again, and the deputy said he'd be in touch before we hung up. Next I had to go fill my
"I always feel that way about you, Luc," I replied, leaning forward to kiss him. It also had my cock pushing into him farther as he folded over in half to accommodate me. "I love all of you more than I can put into words."
"I know that, and I feel the same way," Luc said, nodding. "Maybe I just didn't know I liked a little caveman action now and again. I mean it's hot when you throw me over your shoulder and fuck me as if you were branding me."
"I am branding you as mine," I growled as I started thrusting into him again. "I'm going to tattoo Spencer's, Dean's, and Ryder's on your sweet ass."
"Fine by me," he moaned as he writhed around under me. I realized I did like the idea of marking him as mine. My hips seemed to take on a life of their own as I pounded into him faster than I'd ever seen myself move. "You really like that idea, don't you, Spence?"
"Yes," I hissed out, the visual pushing me over the edge. I screamed out Luc's name as my dick exploded in his ass, filling him with my cum. Slumping down on him when I was spent, I rested my chin on his chest and let his legs fall off my shoulders. "What if we all got a matching tattoo? Something just for the four of us; I think that's better than wedding bands."
"Hmm, I liked the idea of you guys being marked as mine," Luc groaned as I pulled out of him. "Guess it's the wolf in me."
"Or the wolf that was just in you." I snickered as I lifted him up into my arms and walked us back to the living room. Ryder and Dean were fast asleep, wrapped around each other. I lay down on the other couch as Luc sprawled over me like a blanket. While I knew that the medicine didn't affect my desire for my men, only my endurance, Luc made a valid point. I didn't show them often enough how desperately I needed them, and that was something I was going to change.
CHAPTER 3
"We just got done with the security footage from the shipping company," Deputy Wilcowski told me over the phone a few days later. It ended up the package was traced to a 'pack and ship' store back in New York. The guy paid in cash and didn't put a return address on any of the forms.
"You guys get anything?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"No, we couldn't get enough facial features to make a positive ID," the deputy sighed. "He was wearing a ball cap and knew where the cameras were. We're going through footage from traffic cams from the same time, trying to get the guy walking into the store."
"I appreciate all the work you guys are putting into this," I replied, wiping a hand over my face in frustration.
"I gotta ask, Spencer. I know you said you didn't know why someone would want to kill you," he said gently. "But we pulled your background, and I can think of billions of reasons why someone might want you dead. Any chance you changed something with your company recently? Or who's in charge of it?"
"No, I've left that all alone…" I answered, stopping when a thought hit me. "Fuck!"
"Want to share?" Wilcowski chuckled in the phone.
"I sent my attorney a rough draft of my changed will," I grumbled. "I'm changing the beneficiaries to my partners instead of my trustee who runs the company."
"Would he have seen these changes?"
"Yeah, because if I die, he's not running the company anymore either. Ryder, Dean, and Luc would or choose someone they wanted to run it."
"So if you die before these changes go through, this guy gets everything?" The deputy asked, then let out a long whistle. "I'd say that's some pretty sweet motive there."
"I'm realizing that," I snickered. "His name is Greg Payton. He's been running the company for over ten years; I mean, he's always been a good guy to me."
"Things change, Spencer," he replied softly. "I'll dig into this guy and get back to you, but he seems like the only candidate to want you dead."
"I don't think I've pissed anyone else off," I chuckled. I thanked him again, and the deputy said he'd be in touch before we hung up. Next I had to go fill my
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