15 Paranormal Romance Collection Boxset- Billionaire Bad Boy (6 page)

Jed ran into the clearing to Jenny. She hugged him tightly. Jed said into her hair, ''Are you alright? Did he rape you?"

"No. I'm alright. He didn't. He was close, but he didn't."

They heard sounds of splashing. Grace was squatting in the creek scooping handfuls of water into and around her sheath. Jed started toward her. Jenny stopped him. "No, let me. She needs to wash, and she needs another woman right now. Give me your shirt then leave."

Jenny joined Grace in the water. Grace had the remnants of her skirt around her waist and nothing else. Her small breasts bounced with her effort. Her eyes were wild and wide. Jenny held her hand. "Let me, Grace. Sit down. Lie back."

Jenny poured water with her hands into Grace. She scrubbed her vagina with her fingers.

Grace put both hands over her face and sobbed in pain and humiliation. Jenny said, "Grace, did he get it inside you?"

Grace shook her head violently. "No. A little. I don't know how much. but he touched me with ... it. And his mouth ... and his tongue. Wash more. Please keep washing."

After a few minutes, Jenny touched her shoulder and waited until Grace saw her. "Grace, do you know how to check to see if you're still a virgin?"

Grace nodded, "Yes. In school, we got curious. A friend helped me find out."

Jenny sat back in the water. Her face set in dread. "Why don't you check now. You don't know how far inside he got. It's best to know."

Grace stiffened her middle finger, holding it out in the air away from her. As she brought it closer to her vagina, her eyes widened with fear. The middle finger disappeared inside her hips. Grace's forehead wrinkled with concentration. It seemed to take a long time. Jenny said, "Push in a little farther. It's a ways inside you."

Grace pushed more of her finger into her tiny channel. Her hand shook. She jumped then set her mouth and moved her finger around inside her. After ten seconds, she smiled and took out her finger. "I'm still a virgin. I could feel it. I went all the way around looking for tears and there aren't any. It's still there." Jenny hugged her. They both cried.

Grace said, "What about you? You're worried about me. What about you? Did he get inside you?"

Jenny said, "Grace, I'm not a virgin. I've had men before. I know what it feels like. He didn't get in at all. Jed shot it off before he could."

Grace stayed in the water, washing, until she trembled from cold and shock. Jenny led her back to the clearing. Flies had found the bodies.

Jenny took off her own dress and underskirts. She helped Grace out of her ruined dress and threw it away. Both women were naked.

Grace hugged herself with both arms against her breasts and her fingers in her mouth. Water sparkled on her skin and formed little droplet in her pubic hair. She shivered violently.

Jenny used her cotton underskirt to dry Grace who held her arms in the air like a child. Jenny noticed that Grace had the beginnings of bruises on her breasts and thighs.

Grace tried to smile. "Not a bad body, hunh? Yours is nice too."

Jenny said, "Too good for them."

Voice breaking, Grace said, "You're bigger than I am, up ... up here. Do men like bigger ... bigger ... " She sobbed. Jenny wrapped her cotton underskirt around Grace's body and held her tightly while the fear attacked her soul.

After 5 minutes, Grace stopped shivering and sobbing. "Ok. I'm ok." Jenny let her go, tried to fix Grace's ruined hair and kissed her forehead.

Grace stepped into the underskirt and put on Jed's shirt and said, "Jed can come back now."

"Not yet.”

Grace smiled. "You're right. You're still naked."

Jenny lifted her chin. "Damn right. If he wants me like this, he's got to buy me dinner, at least."

Grace smiled a faint and easily crushed smile.

Jenny continued, ''And flowers. And maybe chocolate."

Grace's smile strengthened. She said, ''And marry you."

Jenny stopped. "1 think so. Maybe." She shrugged into her own skirt and put her head through the waist of Grace's discarded skirt to cover her breasts. She shouted, "Jed!” then turned to Grace. "Remember this. He didn't rape you. He didn't."

"No, he didn't. He scared me and got inside me a little. But he didn't rape me."

Grace plastered herself against Jed as soon as she saw him. "Jed. You got here in time. He didn't rape me. I'm still a virgin."

Jed held her with both arms and both hands and his cheek against her wet hair. "That's wonderful. Really wonderfu1." Grace nestled against his chest and neck.

Grace looked at his Three-Day-Growth's slack body. "He's dead isn't he?"

"Sweetheart," Jenny said, "with those bullet holes in him, he's completely, irrevocably dead. He can't hurt you, or anyone else any more, ever.”

Jed held her away from him slightly. "Grace, we've got to get back. It's getting late and Marjorie and Debbie are alone." Grace nodded.

Jed led them to his horse and both of the dead men's horses. Grace hesitated. "Jed, can 1 ride with you, instead of on one of their horses?"

"Sure." Jed got in the saddle first and Grace joined him. Jenny followed along with the other horse's rein tied to the pommel of her saddle.

Grace closed her eyes, leaned back against Jed and brought his arm across his chest. It touched her breasts and she jumped. She comforted her breasts with both hands. "They hurt. He was so mean." Jed put his arm around her waist and held her until they reached camp.

At camp, Grace wouldn't leave Jed's side. Jenny told the other girls what happened, assured them that Grace was alright, gave them dinner and sent them to bed.

After an hour around the campfire, Grace's head and eyelids drooped. She looked up at Jed and said, "Carry me to my wagon. Please?" Jed picked her up. Grace turned to Jenny. "Come with me. I want to talk to you.” and tucked her head into Jed’s chest.

Jed placed Grace on her mattress and kissed her forehead. She hooked her arm around his neck and brought him down for a big kiss on the lips. She said, "Thank you" and kissed him again. "I won't ever forget you. Not even until the day I die." She laid back down. Jed left.

Grace held her arms out. "I don't have my mother or sisters to hold me and I need it."

Jenny stretched out next to Grace and held her in her arms.

Grace nuzzled for a moment. "I need to know something."

"What is it? I'll tell you if I know the answer."

Grace leaned back so she could study Jenny's face. "What does it feel like when a man you love goes inside you." Her eyes dropped. "I know what it feels like when a mean man sticks his thing inside you, and you don't want him to."

Jenny smoothed Grace's hair back from her forehead. "What did it feel like?"

"Mean. Really, really mean. He didn't just want to have me, he wanted to humiliate me. I can't imagine it's the same with someone you love."

Jenny nodded. "It's just the opposite. It's like you're welcoming him into your home, and you've cleaned everything up and made a nice, big dinner. And done it all for a man who cares about you. It makes you feel important to him and happy." She saw that Grace's eyes were all the way closed. She shook her gently and the eyes opened a bit. "Grace, can you hear me?"

"Yes." Grace yawned wide open without holding back. "I can hear you."

"Good. Because this is important. A bad man tried to fuck you today. He failed another man tried to fuck me also, and he failed. Sooner or later, a nice man will make love to you. He won't fuck you. There's a big difference. Do you know that?"

The nod was slow but it was there. "Jed has already made love to you?"

"Yes." She smiled. "Several times."

"Was it nice?"

"It was wonderful."

The trip came to a close the next day when Jed and Jenny delivered the girls to town.

Grace, Debbie and Marjorie giggled as they arranged themselves in a row next to the lead wagon.

Marjorie brought Jed over to stand in front of her. “You’re the best man I’ve ever met. You saved Grace and Jenny and protected us when we needed it. We all want to give you something special. And, given that we’re almost fully grown women…,” She was interrupted by more giggles from the other two. “we thought it ought to be something appropriate. ”She stepped into him and kissed him with an open mouth and her slender body plastered against him.

The kiss went on for a long time. Long enough for Jed to realize that her breasts were quite big enough and that she smelled and tasted good.

Debbie was next. She brought along a small stool so she could be at eye-level with him. She kissed him thoroughly and added a motion with her chest that dragged her big breasts across him, back and forth, for as long as the kiss lasted.”

Grace was last. She blushed when she stood in front of him. “The only thing that would be appropriate for thanking you has already been given by the other lady you rescued.” She put her hands on his cheeks and looked directly into his eyes. “I can only tell you that I will always remember you and think of you for the rest of my life. Is that enough?”

Jed seemed to have something in his eye. He said, “Yes” in a very gravelly voice.

She kissed him lightly on the lips then held her cheek against him for a few seconds.

As they left, Jed turned to Jenny. “I have the uncomfortable feeling that I may never do anything as important as this in my entire life.”

Jenny stopped her horse and leaned over to kiss him. “I think you still have some heroic acts inside you, big guy. Let’s go find out.” They rode off.

Jenny and Jed met with Marshall Silverman. "Our other agents located Abe Townsend and his men in a ranch house outside town. You need to get inside and see if there's any printing equipment. Good luck. Maybe we can wrap this up tonight."

They rode out to the ranch by the back way, through thick forest. Ten guards surrounded the main building. Jenny said, "Let's wait until dark and see if there are any gaps in their security."

"Good idea."

Agents who have been out for any length of time know that there will always be wait times. They plan ahead. Jenny brought a picnic lunch. During the two hours it took to get pitch black, they ate fried chicken and potato salad and talked.

Jed told her about growing up in Montana and his path to law enforcement. About the girl who got away and the one who didn't, but died.

Jenny explained how she got to be proficient with a pistol, and a knife and her father's role in shaping her life. They'd never had the chance to talk like this. Both were pleased with their common interests and experiences. They kissed once, because that was one of their common interests. Jed ran the back of his fingers down the front of her shirt. Jenny squeezed the pleasing package in the front of his pants.

She took off the dress and stowed it in the empty picnic basket. Underneath, she wore black. He wore black already.

They started down toward the ranch at three in the morning. The guards dozed, or wanted to, at their posts. It took very little effort to get past them.

They stole quietly down a stairway to the basement. The counterfeiting equipment sat in illicit efficiency in a corner. The counterfeiters had good plates and a generous supply of real paper. Jed reached in his pants pocket and produced a stick of dynamite and a good length of fuse. He lit it and stuck it behind the press.

Jenny said, "Let's have a fire first to get everyone out of the house."

Jed replied, "Of course."

Their luck couldn't last. As they walked out of the basement, ten armed men blocked their way.

Abe Townsend stood in front of his men. He was a big man, going to fat in the middle. His small, squinty eyes held as much humanity as a button on a dress. He punched Jed in the mouth. The blow knocked him to the ground. Abe said, “Bastard. You’ve gotten in my way once too often. Never again.”

Without warning, Abe hit Jenny in the mouth with his closed fist. “I hate women. They’re good for only one thing. I’m going to use you for just that thing. When I’m done with you, I’ll personally shoot you and that asshole in the head.” He pointed to five men. “Tie him up and watch him. When I’m done with the bitch, I’ll be back to get him.”

The men dragged Jed into another room and hog-tied him to the ground. He lay on his belly with his hands tied to his ankles in back. He was truly helpless. If Jenny couldn’t deal with Abe and come back to defeat the five men guarding him, he was done for.

Abe liked ropes. He put a gun to the back of Jenny’s head and ordered her to strip. He tied her, naked, to a big bed. He tied all four limbs; her arms stretched out and up and her legs went down and out.

Jenny ran her mind like a freight train and got nowhere. She looked around the room. It belonged in a brothel. Abe hung paintings of naked women on every red velvet covered wall. The bed was made of wrought iron and must have been expensive.

Abe stood by the side of the bed near her head, still fully clothed. He pointed down to the ten-in long, erect cock that stuck out of his pants. “Suck.”

Jenny tried to get over to the side of the bed. She couldn’t. She strained at the ropes to show Abe she couldn’t reach him.

Abe grunted and picked up his Colt six-shooter. He held it against her head while he untied one hand. He walked around the bed to get to the other side and stood again near her head. She rolled over and took him in her mouth. After one suck, she struck like a diamond-back rattlesnake.

It’s very easy to tell yourself that a gun to a woman’s head will ensure complete compliance. It becomes much, much harder when you’ve told the woman she’s going to die when it’s all over. She has nothing to lose.

Jenny pushed his gun away from her forehead and pulled it next to her neck. She bit down hard on his cock and shook her head like a dog with a prime piece of meat. The pain incapacitated Abe. He couldn’t bring enough brain cells together to pull the trigger until it was too late.

Jenny let go of his cock and his wrist and grabbed the front of his shirt. She hauled him toward her. In seconds, he was off-balance, teetering over the bed and her body. She rolled back toward him as much as she could and let him fall on and over her. He continued rolling and she rolled with him, ending up on top of his chest.

He was still stunned by the pain of his badly mangled cock. She brought the gun around and pressed it against his big, hard chest. With his hand still around the pistol grip and his finger on the trigger, she wiggled her own finger in the trigger guard and shot him right through the heart.

The sound of the shot didn’t get past the sound of the dynamite exploding downstairs. She untied herself and got into her clothes as quick as lightening.

She kept his gun and went half-way down what had been the stairs she came up. The rest of the flight and a half of stairs was gone. She faced a twenty foot drop into the basement below.

The dynamite did away with the printing press but also with the walls and ceiling of the room the press had been in. Jenny could see the scattered pieces of the press littering the basement floor.

She let herself down the last stair and hung by her fingers. She spotted an empty space just a little to one side. A gentle swing and she dropped safely into the basement.

Jed hadn’t been able to move. That worked in his favor. His five guards forgot about him. When the dynamite exploded, they ignored him and ran away. He looked to one side and saw Jenny standing on the floor, grinning at him.

She untied him and they ran to freedom outside the ruined building.