Page 253 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DANIEL

Melly was naked and soap covered. I’ve seen her up close and very bare in bed, but this? In my shower? Fucking insane.

“Again?” she asked on a breathy giggle as I opened the glass door and stepped in with her.

My dick was ready to go again and she didn’t miss it. The thought of pressing her against the tile and fucking her hard and deep or hell, bending her over the bench and taking her from behind was so powerful I had to grip the base and give it a hard squeeze.

Because watching her take a dick–my dick–for the first time was monumental. Etched in my brain. The way she bit her lip, her eyes got heavy lidded, her tits rose and fell with her little pants and FUCK… that hot, tight pussy.

Heaven.

Yeah, it’d been a little embarrassing coming so fast the first time, but it turned out to be a good thing because I’d have shot my load before she got all the way on me otherwise.

I’d been able to fuck her long and hard and got her to come a few more times before I finally emptied into her.

I’d take her every way I could imagine, but not yet. She had to be sore. Really sore. Sure, that dick-sized vibrator she kept mentioning had truly popped that cherry at some point and eased my way, but she was so fucking tight and once her pussy molded to my dick, I’d take her hard over and over.

Her pussy needed a rest, regardless of what my dick thought.

And her, because she didn’t seem to want a break either. She came to me, kissed the center of my chest and yeah, gripped the girthy base of my dick with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.

I growled and gently separated her from me.

She frowned. “What–”

“That pussy’s getting a rest. You want my dick, it’s going in that sweet mouth or eager ass.”

She bit her lip, eyed my dick as if contemplating the possibilities I just gave her. “How about both?”

BOTH?

I groaned because… fuck. The least innocent virgin in the fucking world was in my shower and wanted me to fuck her in the ass.

Reaching out, I grabbed the shampoo bottle and passed it to her because, well…

I couldn’t keep up. No, I could, but little Melly Harwood was a little of a mind fuck.

Absolutely nothing like what I expected, nor what anyone else did either.

She wasn’t crazy so it wasn’t like she had two personalities or something, but she hid herself.

Sure, no one was going to flaunt that they liked their sex down and dirty, but she had the entire town drinking her good girl Kool-Aid.

“We need lube. Lots of lube. I don’t have any.”

“We should get some.”

I closed my eyes and hoped my balls could handle such a cock tease.

I felt more than heard my front door slam.

I’d lived here long enough to know my house, the creaks and groans, when a teenager was sneaking out the front door or even a window.

I stilled and eyed Melly, who was now lathering up her hair.

Fuck me, her breasts were upturned and those nipples I’d had my mouth on were plump and just waiting to be sucked on some more.

But someone was here. No blow job or taking that other cherry.

“Pizza!” I heard the muffled shout.

Melly did, too.

Her hands dropped and her eyes widened, suds slipping down her temples.

“Deek. With dinner,” I said. The only meal I wanted was more of Melly’s pussy.

“Hey, asshole!” Deek called. “We brought food. Thought you might be… yes, he’s here. The shower’s running.”

He was talking to someone so shit, that meant he wasn’t alone. Had to be another brother. As usual. Why did they have to come NOW? They’d wanted me to get back out there and now they were cock blocking. I was literally naked in the shower with a woman and shutting me down.

“Let’s go, fucker! Game’s on!” Sea Bass called.

“Want pizza with my brothers?” I asked solely out of courtesy because the last thing I wanted was that.

She shook her head nervously and the relaxed, secret side of Melly Harwood she only let me see was gone. Her bent arm covered her breasts even though my brothers couldn’t see her. “No.”

“I’ll get rid of them,” I assured. “Kick them out and keep the pizza for us?” Now that was a smart idea.

Before I could climb from the shower, the bathroom door opened.

“Yo, get your hairy ass downstairs.” Deek’s voice boomed off the tile work. “Pizza’s–”

“Get the fuck out!” I snarled, stepping in front of Melly and shielding her body with mine. The glass was thick and frosted so only rough shapes were visible through it. But there was no way he could miss two rough shapes.

“Whoa, sorry. Didn’t know you had company.”

Wham. He pulled the door shut.

SHIT.

“He’s got a woman!”

I rolled my eyes and tipped Melly’s chin up so her green ones met mine. Without makeup, her hair slicked back and soaking wet… hell, all over soaking wet, she looked young and so fucking pretty. And embarrassed.

“I don’t know who.” Deek’s deep voice carried as he went down the steps. “Yeah, the dude’s dick is back in action.”

Through the closed door, I heard a whistle and clapping from the great room. Shit. It was more than Deek and Sea Bass.

I growled, reached out and shut off the water. “I’m going to kill my brothers. Remember that woodchipper?”

“Daniel, this was–”

“I know. Sorry. They didn’t see you. If anything, he saw my ass, which as you’re well aware, isn’t hairy.”

She pursed her lips, unsure. It was one thing to come here and get fucked nice and hard for the first time, it was another to have everyone know.

Since she’d never done it before, she wasn’t used to others knowing about her sex life.

And she was an only child. She had no idea about the constant ribbing and joking only a family could dish out.

“I have four brothers,” I explained, hoping it might help. “This isn’t about you. They’re fucking with me.”

Yet because of that, they were unintentionally disrespectful of Melly. That was not okay.

I pushed open the door and stepped onto the bathmat.

Grabbing a towel, I handed it to her, then cupped her cheek. “Get dried off. Grab one of my shirts from my closet. You know where they are.”

I took another and wrapped it around my waist.

“I’ll get rid of them.” Turning, I looked at her over my shoulder. Naked, wet, and her pussy swollen from my dick. Yeah, I was going to kill them and the woodchipper was too kind.

I spun around and stormed out, snagged some boxers from the dresser and pulled them on. Let the towel drop to the floor. I left the bedroom, looking back to ensure the bathroom door was closed, then pulled the master door shut behind me.

I found them in the kitchen. Three pizza boxes had been tossed in the center of the kitchen table. Deek, Sea Bass, Saint, and Seth sat around it. Beers had been opened, plates passed out.

“What the fuck?” I snapped.

All four of them stopped eating and took in my appearance.

My hair was wet. So was my body since I didn’t take the time to dry off. And they couldn’t miss that my dick was still hard, although it was flagging fast.

“Retirement looks good on you, brother,” Saint said. “Who’s the lucky lady? And what’s the deal with the little dog? Is it Wendy from dispatch that Mac’s been trying to fix you up with?”

Mac had been trying to fix me up with the woman, but I hadn’t been interested. Now I knew why. I was into young, no-longer virginal librarians who had a very dirty side.

“Maybe it’s Nancy from the bank,” Deek added, although he knew Melly had a tiny dog because he was the one who’d fucked with me about the dog paternity test. “She gave you an extra lollipop when we dropped off those deposits last week. Have her come down. We’ve got plenty. She like beer?”

“If you needed time off to fuck, you should’ve taken vacation days,” Seth added.

Saint and Seth didn’t work at Pearsons. They’d never been interested in landscaping or chainsaws so they went their own way, running the only mechanic shop in town. They could fix anything from a tractor to a Bentley to… a chainsaw.

They laughed and even high-fived.

“How old are you two? Jesus, even Danny’s not that much of an asshole.”

“What?” Deek prodded, then shoved a bite of pizza in his mouth. He continued to talk, this time with his mouth full. “It’s about time you got some.”

Maybe he didn’t put it together seeing Fred because he wouldn’t be this annoying if he knew it was Melly.

I pointed up the steps. “She is upstairs right now listening to you talk about her. Like she’s interchangeable. Or cheap.”

Now I understood what she said about being interchangeable.

Their smiles slipped and Sea Bass set his pizza down.

“If Mom heard you talking about a woman like this, she’d kick your ass to Helena and back,” I added.

When they divorced, Mom kept the big house and Dad had moved across town.

While technically only me and Deek were hers, the five of us were super close and Mom was always there for Saint, Seth, and Sea Bass.

Especially when it came to keeping us in line and scaring us straight.

She was a force and didn’t stand for any of our shit.

Now, Mom spent the winters with her sister in San Diego and would return to Hunter Valley in May. Dad and Sheila sold their place and permanently relocated to Alabama. Deek and I haven’t seen them since and Sea Bass, Saint, and Seth met them in Cabo every January for a week.

“Shit, dude,” Seth added, sounding contrite. He probably was, but I knew they all still wanted to know the mystery woman’s identity. When they found out who it was and her age… they’d be giving me the just like Dad looks.

I wasn’t like Dad. I didn’t cheat on my wife, and I didn’t start a second family when I was forty-two.

I pointed toward the front door. “Get the fuck out.”

They stood, their chairs scraping across the wood floor. Saint snagged a pizza box and Deek slapped his hand. “Leave it.”

They marched to the front door like schoolboys off to the principal’s office. I followed and stood in the open doorway as they left, making sure they were good and gone.

Sea Bass turned around. “Tell her we’re sorry. We’re nice dumbasses.”

“Yeah,” Saint said, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“At least tell us who she is,” Deek added, and the other three’s faces lit up. They were sorry, but still as nosy as a bunch of old ladies.

I slammed the door in their faces and ran a hand over the back of my neck. I took a deep breath.

“They gone?” Melly’s soft, cautious voice had me turning around.

She stood at the bottom of the steps in just my flannel. The same one she put on this morning.

I nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. They’re usually not assholes like that, but well, it’s been a while for me.”

“Having a woman here?”

I stepped toward her. “I’ve never brought a woman here.”

Her mouth dropped open. Yeah, that was a shocker. “You haven’t?”

Shaking my head, I explained. “No. I had Danny. No way would I do sleepovers with a woman with a kid in the house. Still now that he’s an adult. Remember those boundaries you like?”

She nodded.

“That was mine.”

“He’s twenty-one and doesn’t live here,” she said, not to remind me of what I already knew, but most likely because she was surprised I admitted it’d been a while.

I nodded again. “Yeah, he’s staying at my mom’s. House sitting while she’s gone for the winter. But I haven’t… in the past few years, well, been with anyone.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. My brothers never expected me to have company in the shower because I’ve never, not once, actually had company in the shower.”

“You’ve never–”

I shook my head. “Not in my house.”

Understanding crossed her delicate features. I wasn’t a virgin. I fucked elsewhere.

Until now.

I reached out, stroked her wet hair back, then leaned down to kiss her forehead. She smelled like my soap and that was sexy as hell. “It wasn’t about you. Obviously, I kicked them out and we’ve got pizza.”

“Can we order the lube online while we eat?”

I grinned at her exuberance and went rock hard at the reason. She was desperate to have her ass taken.

“My bad girl,” I said, completely and totally as praise. Leaning down, I kissed her so she knew I was pleased. “As for my brothers, they won’t bother us any–”

I stopped talking when I noticed her green eyes weren’t on mine any longer, but around my arm and looking behind me. Then she pointed. “Um, those brothers?”

I spun around and there in my big front window, lined up in a row, were Deek, Sea Bass, Saint, and Seth. They had their hands cupped around their eyes and pressed against the glass and staring in.

At me in my boxers.

At Melly in my flannel and based on the way her nipples pebbled against the soft fabric, nothing else.

At us.

I shoved her behind me. It was time to get the woodchipper.