Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The master bedroom was about twice the size of the other rooms. There was one room, down at the end of the hall, that was a suite of rooms off from the sitting area, making it like a three-bedroom apartment. Complete with a bathroom in each room as well as a kitchenette to be used if a family were to come visit. Lance didn't see any reason right now into how they'd use it, but he really was happy to have it around for just in case.

Growing up, the way he had with him and his nine brothers and sisters had made living tight around Grannie's home. Not only was there limited space to walk around in, but food could be less than ample, too. There was always food on the table, but not always meat. Still, he thought that they had it a great deal better than most people where they were from. Limited jobs and transpiration made it so.

Just as he was locking the door to their room, he turned when he heard a small sound. Thinking that it was just Georgie had him staring at the goddess. No other word for Georgie standing there naked and smiling at him.

Picking her up by her buttock, pressing her to the wall behind her, he only hoped that the beams in this house could take him making hard love to this woman. Just before he kissed her, what he wanted to do more than anything, he looked into her eyes and fell in love again with her.

"Lance, please, I hurt with need. It's all I've thought about all week, which is to have you take me. I need to come, and me doing it myself isn't getting me anywhere near where I want to be right now. Let me down to touch you, to feel you." Georgie was practically sitting up on his shoulder when she sat up. It was all he could do to keep her there, to hold her for his exploration. Slowly, he moved her down his chest, bringing her breasts to his mouth before he let her go any further.

Hungrily, he fed at them, her nipples first, then her whole breast. They tasted ripe and full, her nipples large and hard pebbles in his mouth. Lance scraped his teeth over them, wanting to suckle her enough to make a mark on her that he could see. He wanted to taste her there and make her come with it. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, it freed his hands to cup the heavy flesh of her breasts and bring them both to his mouth to suckle more.

Her pussy curved around the length of his cock, wetting them both with her juices. Georgie's small moans and growls were doing things to him he'd never felt before. His blood stirred and heated his body to the point of near pain for him. Turning slightly, trying to judge the distance from the wall to the bed, he nearly fell over his own pants when he realized that he still had them on. Christ, he was going to kill them both if he didn't get his act together.

With her legs around him, Lance lowered them to the bed without falling on her. He wanted more than anything to turn her to her belly and plunder that sweet ass of hers, but the need to be deep inside of her wet hot pussy was driving him to the brink. Her scent, strong with her own need, was making him as close to the edge as he'd ever been in his life.

"Feed me…Christ, I'm so close to spilling my seed on you that I don't know if I can hold on very much longer, babe. I'll…I need to feed from you when we come to bond us wholly and forever. I want to mark you, make you mine, but if we don't hurry, we'll—Georgie, baby, don't do that, not yet."

She was suckling at his nipple, her teeth, even as they were like human teeth, he could feel were just to the point of breaking skin, almost but painfully yet not. Lance could feel his heart pounding as he reached for the headboard. He needed to hold on. There wasn't any way he was going to last if she kept doing to him what she was. Nibbling on him like a juicy steak was killing him. He didn't know how much more his poor body could take with her administrations with her hands and mouth.

Lance knew there was a right way to take his mate. There was sex involved. The two of them coming together would bond them forever. But the words to have her accept him and him her were a fog in his head that he couldn't remember any more than he could remember his own name right now. Kissing her savagely, he knew that if he didn't fill her soon, then his poor pounding heart was simply going to give out on him, he thought with a smile.

He moved, pressing his still-covered cock against her pussy, feeling the way that he needed to be closer and closer to being inside of her full if he was only naked, he thought. Pressing again, this time with more pressure to her pussy he knew that he was seconds from losing his shit right now.

His cock ached to be released. Released from his tightening pants, then pounding deep into her. Georgie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as she ran her feet down his naked calves. She had removed his clothing, and it felt like heaven and hell at the same time. Gloriously naked, Lance felt as if he could last a bit longer, make love to her all night.

"I love that trick. I think that is by and far the most useful thing you can do." He moved until his cock was just at her entrance. "I'm not going to take my time with this love. I need to fuck you hard and fast. I need to spill my seed deep into your pussy."

For an answer, Georgie moved up as he entered her. Her heat wrapped around him tightly, and he felt the ripple of her body adjusting to his, and it made him shudder with profound need. But he wanted more this first time. He wanted to take her deeper. Pulling out, she whimpered and wrapped her legs tight around his hips.

"I want you from behind. Sit up and roll over. I want your sweet ass up here where I can fuck that tight hole with my finger while I fuck this pussy of yours hard." Her excitement ran over her body, and a shiver and a shudder made him want and need to watch her face for more changes.

Georgie rolled over quickly, and before she could move to her knees, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back and up with his right arm. He had his cock ready to take her the moment she was where he wanted her to be. With one driving push, he was seated deep inside of her.

"Christ, you hot. Put your head down, baby, and hang on. I can't wait any longer." And he couldn't. Taking his mate, any way that he could, was the only thing that he could think of, and he was going to show her how much she meant to him.

Gripping her hips and pulling her back to him, Lance held her still as he pulled out to the tip of his engorged cock then slammed into her. Over and over, he did this until sweat poured down his back and over his eyes. Leaning over, he ran his fingers over her hard clit and gathered her cream, and brought his hand to her ass. Holding her ass cheeks open, he massaged her cream all over her tight pucker until he was sure she was wet enough. This time, instead of working her up him by stretching her, he plunged his finger deep into her. He stopped when her cry echoed around the room.

"Please, Lance, don't stop. I beg you. More, I need more." He couldn't stop now, not when she needed him.

Moving deep into both her pussy and ass, Lance started a rhythm of in one place and out the other, keeping her filled with him over and over. When he moved a second finger into her, she didn't even slow her backward push but pressed herself harder against him with each movement. Her screams of small releases were more than enough to keep him going. Lance wanted her to come. He needed her to come with all he was.

Pulling out of her ass, he leaned over her inert body and rested his hands on either side of her shoulders. He had the leverage he needed to take her even faster. When she bared her neck for him, Lance nuzzled deep and, with a quick swipe of his tongue, bit down to bond them even tighter.

Her climax rippled along her body inside and out. His cock felt strangled for a moment then she started to pull him deeper. His own climax roared through him so quickly that he was breathless with it. Sealing the prick marks, Lance collapsed on top of her and decided if he were to die right now, he'd die a very happy lion. Rolling over, he pulled her with him.

He was alone in the big bed when he woke up. It was dark out, so he knew that calling his brother this late would only get him made fun of. Reaching over to see if Georgie's side of the bed was yet warm, he found a small furry animal in her place.

"Either my wife is a really tiny cat, or you've invaded our space this evening. Where is your mistress, little guy?" He pulled the cat to his chest after pulling on a pair of boxer briefs. They were all he could untangle from his socks, shoes, and pants, so he figured that he was all right to be this undressed. He found Georgie in the kitchen getting a saucer of milk. She grinned at him when he put the little kitten on the counter. "You do know that the entire family is cats, right. And that they're going to tease you endlessly for having a male kitten."

"Like I care what they think. His name is Hero. He is my hero right now. As I was getting up to go to the bathroom, he warned me that I was going to stub my toe." He cocked his brows at her. "Well, I might have kicked him accidentally into the nightstand, but I surely would have hit it had it not been for him. Where do you think he came from?" He said that one of the times the door was opened for the movers more than likely. "I don't know what to do with him. I want him, but will he be all right with all the other cats around here?"

"I don't know that he'll be any trouble. He'll know who his boss is, and he'll follow the same rules that everyone does when it comes to Ronan and Denver being king and leap leader. Something else you might not have thought of is that there will never be any mice around here. For the same reason, cats." She smacked him on the arm. "Hey, I'm serious."

Picking Hero up and putting him on the floor, he hissed at him. It was funny for him to see this little ball of fur think that he could take him on and come out on top. As soon as Georgie came back into the kitchen, the little shit moved to sit on her feet as if showing him who was the mistress's favorite.

"Don't get too used to that spot, buddy. She's mine." Again, he hissed at him, and Lance decided to ignore the little monster for now. "I'll let the others know that there are kittens about. I don't want any of them hurt while we're coming in and out of the driveways."

"Good idea." Georgie got dressed and left with the kitten. She said she was going to have to take him to the vet to make sure he didn't belong to anyone. Lance didn't think that anyone would claim the orange ball, but then he was a cat himself.

Tonight was the big thing with Cybil. Everyone was going to be at Denver's home because there was a lot of paperwork to read over because of all the things she'd done. For a while there, Lance didn't think that list was ever going to stop. Just the number of missing people in her hometown made him wonder what sort of life his sister-in-law had grown up in. There was a great deal that they'd been able to find out about her upbringing, and he found himself proud of her for being the person that she was if only half of what they'd found out to be true.

Lance made his way out to his truck after getting dressed up for work. Today, it was going to be him and Grayson working. Mostly, it was answering the phone and going over paperwork. He had started looking at the obits, too. Ronan told him that was a good source of information on families that might need a hand-up. He knew that funerals were expensive.

They fielded calls for most of the morning and talked about some of the things that they'd learned by being around the Foster family. Both he and Grayson had a long list of things that they needed to be acquainted with and even more stuff that there was to learn after they digested that.

"Being wealthy takes a lot of work, doesn't it?" Lance told him he didn't know if he'd ever get used to having money all the time. "I don't think you want to get used to that. But knowing how much to pay someone, tip them? All that stuff goes out the window when I think about how five bucks would have helped us put meat on the table, even if it had only been hamburger. There wouldn't have been much meat, but it would have been there. I applaud our grandparents every day in knowing now what they had to do to keep us all not just fed but clothed as well."

"Then there was our Mom and Dad with their hands forever out, wanting us to give them more." Lance thought of something that had happened when he'd been much younger. "Did I tell you about the time that Mom tried to get me to hand over the school fees money? I kid you not, Grayson, I had to fight for my life when she wanted something. She actually held me out in the road, thinking that a car would hit me and she could take off with the cash. I'll never forget the look on her face when old Mr. Gilbert got out of his car and slapped Mom so that I could get away. I ran all the way to school. You can bet, too, that I was more careful about seeing her around after that. I know that she and Margo had gone a few rounds too. She was lucky to find you so young so that you could protect her."

"That didn't stop her from trying, however. A few times when I had after-school practice, I'd find Margo in my locker in the gym. She was inside the locker, Lance, to keep away from her mom. I had to take her to the emergency department then so that they'd have records of what she'd done to her. I have never said this to anyone else, but it's a small wonder she didn't try and sell off you kids. If she had thought of it, I doubt there would have been a single one of you left." The hair on his arms danced, and he and Grayson looked at the door when it opened.

They had a secretary who would tell them when they had appointments or get the phone at times, but she had just left for lunch, and Lance was happy that she wasn't there. The woman standing in the hallway certainly didn't look like the woman that his Georgie had worked for a few weeks ago.

"Where is she?" Grayson asked who she might be talking about. "Georgeanna Rogers. She might well still be going by that stupid name Georgie or George, but her name is Georgeanna."

"She's not here in her office at the moment." Lance let his brother-in-law do all the talking because he seemed to be calmer than he was right now. "If you'd like to call back or leave a message, I can see if she wants to talk to you. However, I can't make any promises."

"She stole my business from me. And I don't give a good goddamn if she wants to talk to me or not. You tell her that she'd better get her ass in gear and figure out how to get me my clients back. They all have gone to other places. I did her a solid by allowing her to work with me, and look how she treats me." Grayson asked Ange if she thought that she got what she deserved. "Me or her? And if you're implying that I got what I deserved, then you're dead wrong. And she will be, too, if she doesn't get her head out of her ass and get back to working for me."

"You're not terribly nice, are you?" Lance barely held onto his laughter when Grayson said that to Ange. "I don't know if you're aware of this saying or not, but you can get more bees with sweetness than you can with bitterness. You have a lot of that in you all the time, I'm betting. You're a bitter—" He sniffed the air, "Bitter old maid that hasn't even had her cherry plucked. Perhaps if you were to get that taken care of, you'd be a nicer person. I doubt it, but who knows. Stranger things have happened."

"How dare you imply that I'm a virgin. I'll have you know that I have sex all the time whenever I want it and with whomever I wish." Grayson only stood up, and he was glad to see that Ange backed up several steps. "Just give Georgeanne the message, or the next time I come back here, I'm going to kill whoever gets in my way."

"You go ahead and try that. By the way, did you read the notice on the front door? The one that says that by entering this building, you are agreeing to be recorded, voice too, the entire time you're here? Good luck trying to tell the police that you didn't know that. The sign is as large as the door, so there was no missing it."

When she left, Lance hugged his brother. He was tense, he could feel it, but when he hugged him back, he was happy to know that he wasn't going to let this affect him as badly as he could have. When he looked at him, his face no longer as tense as it had been, he smiled.

"When this thing is over with Cybil, I want to start hanging out more with all of you guys. I think that I missed a great deal by moving out when I did. But you do understand why I did it, don't you?" He said that he did more than ever before. "Good. I love you, little brother. How about when things are closed up around here, you and I take our wives out to a nice dinner and enjoy being alive."

"I think that's a wonderful idea." He thought of something. "I have a wife. Christ, I have a wife, and I couldn't be happier."

His brother was still laughing as they headed out the door. The calls coming in would be handled by their secretary, and anything important would be messaged to them while out. Lance was happy. Happier than he'd been in all his life and he couldn't wait to go home and kiss his wife silly.

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Georgie, what everyone was calling her now, sat in the living room across from her niece and nephew. They weren't talking, but then neither was she. Now, she wished that she'd waited for Lance to go with her, but she'd been putting this off for too long as it was.

"You gonna yell at us all the time?" She asked Billy why he'd think that. "Cause your brother did. I'm not going to call him my dad no matter how much you make me."

"Listen, kid, why don't you take it down a couple of notches and let us get to know one another before we start throwing around shit like that. I'm here to meet you and see what you've been up to. Not before you moved here but since then." She sat down on the floor and pulled out the little kitten that she'd just picked up from the vet. He'd been in her pocket since she'd come in. "This is Hero. The vet told me that he's been abused badly, and the fact that he lets me hold him is a miracle."

Susan moved closer but only close enough to touch the little kitten. When he hissed at the little girl, Georgie told Hero to behave. Then she put him on the floor to see what he'd do. The stupid cat hissed at them again.

"It's on account of us being in the house of a bigger cat, I think." Susan put her fingers out to let the cat smell her. Then, when he seemed to be all right with her, she picked him up. "I've never had a pet before. Well, we had a dog, but when we went to get him, he was dead. Denver said it looked like he got into some rat poison. I should have thought about him being hungry and eating what he could find."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry for you losing him. We've been looking for this guy's family, but so far, the only one we've found is feral, and he won't even come near us. The vet said that he was surprised that this guy came to me at all." Georgie could hear the cat purring from where she was sitting. "Did you know that animals know when someone is going to harm them, even if they only just met them? I didn't know that either until I looked it up about why he was hissing all the time. Also, he's been on his own for a long time, and he doesn't trust easily."

Susan handed Hero to her brother, and Billy put him up under his chin. The cat seemed to be enjoying the attention, and she thought about why she'd been asked to come here in the first place. She wasn't going to sugarcoat it either when talking to them. They didn't trust any more than the cat did, and she wasn't going to get off on the wrong footing with them.

"I didn't know about you guys until I was contacted by the family. I didn't even know that Shelby was still alive until I got the call. He's been a mean bastard all his life. Also, I don't know if you know this or not, but you have another uncle. His name is Philip. I've called him to let him know that Shelby is dead, and he wants to meet you guys as well." Billy asked if that was fancy pants. "Fancy pants?"

"On account of him wearing suits all the time. That's what Shelby called him." Nodding, she waited to see how much more they knew about her older brother. "Dad called him a faggot. I had to look that up. It's not a nice word. But it does say that he's a homosexual. I don't know what that is either."

"Homo means man or human. Sexual means that he likes men." She thought about what she'd said and nearly apologized, but she wasn't going to lie to them. "I've only talked to Philip a couple of times since he left home. He has a couple of kids. I think they might be a little bit older than you two. I've never met them. But he is, now that Shelby is dead, going to come and visit us in a couple of weeks. I don't know what to expect from him. As I said, I've only talked to him a few times over the years."

"Will he bring his kids and…I don't know what to call them." She told them her brother's partner's name. "Okay, so Uncle Jackson. I'd like to meet someone other than my…other than Shelby, who might be nice to us. You will be, won't you?"

"Nice? Sure. I'm a bit of a bitch, but I think you might be all right with that." Both kids laughed and startled Hero awake. After looking around, the kitten settled back down and closed his eyes. "I guess I should curb my language a bit, huh? I'm not used to kids just so you know. I don't know that I was one, it seems like so long ago."

"You're married to Uncle Lance. He's the glass blower. We had to look that up, too, when we got here. Uncle Denver said that looking words up that we don't know will make us remember them better. The problem is, I don't spell so well. But the computer that we share is helpful in asking if we mean something else. I've learned a lot of new words by having to look things up that I've misspelled." She told them that all she had was a dictionary to use. It didn't give her any help when she was looking words up. "Gosh, I'd never know anything if that was all I had."

"I know just what you're saying. But I have a good education as well as a couple of college degrees. I was what people call brilliant. I can read something or smell or taste it, and I will remember it forever." Susan said that would be great to have. "You'd think that. But it gets me into trouble more than not. When you remember everything you read, it makes it difficult to hold down a job when you can recite word-for-word rules that are being broken. Also, and this one is the most troublesome, I can remember a voice that I hear and tell you who it was. It's a pain in the ass most of the time."

They both laughed with her and she felt herself relaxing a good deal more. They talked about different things. Mostly skipping over the life they had with her brother. She was able to pull out her cell phone, too, and show them pictures of her other nieces as well as the new baby that Philip and Jackson had.

"I think his name is Rory. Philip called him that, but Jackson called him Roy. So, I'm not entirely sure. But he's a cutie, don't you think?" Susan corrected her. "Oh well, yeah, I guess he would be handsome. Anyway, they'll be coming here in a couple of weeks. And they'll be staying with Lance and I."

She wanted to ask them if they wanted to stay with her, too, but they seemed to be so settled in here. Not that she blamed them. There was a nice pool out back, and they both had their own rooms that were decorated just how they wanted. If she was a kid, she'd want to stay here too.

"Are you going to take us home with you?" Startled, she asked Susan if she wanted to go home with her. "Not to be mean, but no. Uncle Denver and Aunt Bailee have been super nice to us. Not to mention, we get to go to the school that is close. Billy and I, we don't know you guys at all."

"That's true. But you didn't know them either when you moved in. But I'm not going to force you into anything about moving. You both seem to be settled here, and I'm all right with that. But I would very much so like to get to know you both better. Even if it's from my home to yours." She wouldn't say this to anyone, but it hurt her that they didn't want to stay with her and Lance. But then, like she'd told herself, they were settled here and happy. "Lance and I are going to have a pool put in this fall so that when you do come over for a visit, you'll have something to play around in. Like you guys, I'm getting used to people being nice to me."

"It's hard, huh?" The tears spilled over onto her cheeks, and Billy handed Hero off to his sister, and sat on her lap. Georgie held him as tightly as he'd let her before he was finished hugging her. "Nobody hugged us in our entire life before coming here. Aunt Bailee does it all the time now. Even in public."

"Yeah?" She laughed a little. "I didn't have a lot of hugs growing up either. Thank you for being my first in a very long time." He didn't move, for which she was grateful for. They sat in silence for a long time until Hero made a move, like he wanted to go out to go to the bathroom. "Uncle Lance told him that he wasn't to do his business in the houses. He said he'd find himself in the barn again if he did. And you know what, he's not. We'd better take him out before he forgets his manners and leaves a puddle on the floor."

As soon as she closed the door to the outdoors, she could feel tension in the air. It was like a cloud of it had pulled down the shade to the pretty afternoon and put a bad vibe in the area. Opening the door, she told the kids to go inside, and Georgie was so happy when they snatched up Hero and, without question, went into the house. It didn't take long after that that Denver came out into the deck with her. He asked her what spooked her.

"Just like that, you think I'm spooked?" He said that the kids told him she was freaking out. "I don't know if I'd call it…Denver, along the tree line there, do you see that bright spark when the sun hits it right? I'm not saying that it's a gun, but it's something."

"Will you go inside, too?" She said that she thought that Bailee would murder her if anything were to happen to him. "She might at that, but I'm more afraid of Lance hurting me if anything happened to you. Please? Will you go into the house for me? I promise that I won't do anything—"

The volley of bullets skimmed just over their heads. Dropping to the deck, to where they were no longer visible from the tree line, they crawled on their bellies to the side of the house. Lying on the nice newly cut grass, the two of them seemed to be all right. She heard the roar of cats and human screaming just as she thought that they could stand up. It was Denver who told her to be still for a bit longer, at least until the others told them things were clear.

"All right. We can get up now." She did so but made sure that there was no blood on either of them before standing on the deck again. Seeing the lions, it looked to be about six of them, made her feel marginally better, but she was still scared out of her nickers, as her mother used to say from what just happened. It was Lance who came toward her first, shifting into his other self as he reached for her.

"I knew she was going to cause trouble." Georgie wanted to ask him what had happened, but the kids needed to be reassured first. They clung to Denver like he was everything to them, and she decided that she wasn't going to try and talk them into coming to live with her and Lance. They were happy just where they were. "It's Ange. Or it was."

She looked at Lance, then out at the tree line again. "She was going to kill us? Christ, all I did was leave her employment." He told her how she'd come by the office today and that Grayson put her in her place. "I'm glad it's over, but the kids, I was more terrified for them than…what if they'd been out here with me? They were for a few minutes before I sent them in the house."

Everyone settled down, and she even began to feel a great deal better. The family was safe and she was thrilled beyond words for that. Deciding that it was a perfect afternoon for hot dogs, Denver fired up the grill and made what seemed to her about a thousand hot dogs for everyone. There wasn't anything else, not even some chips, but it was the best meal she'd had in a long time. And the company was very good too.

At five-thirty, after all the kids were sent to the grandparent's house, Ronan and Bailee joined them. Cybil would be summoned by Ronan, and her punishment would be done by him. As Denver wasn't in charge when she broke so many rules, it was going to be Ronan who did the deed. She'd be killed, and it wouldn't be an easy way to go either. She was going to get her comeuppance tonight, and she was glad that they didn't have to worry about one more sicko coming around again.

She still let her thoughts wonder over what Ange had done. How did she think killing her was going to get her business back up and running? All the people who had worked there when she did had left after she had, and it was a small wonder that anyone would want to be associated with her if she had succeeded in killing her. People were odd, she thought and thought that she could go her entire life without interacting with them ever again.