~JEFF'S POV~
So she wants Matt and me? Well, too bad! Miss Red was going to have to find herself another set of men.
I shove her backwards hard, causing her to fall flat on her posterior.
"Matt is mine," I growl, "and I will kill the person that tries to take him away from me. And you can forget
about me, because I hate you!"
She looks up at me shocked. I guess she didn't expect me to fight back.
I silently pat myself on the back. Yeah, Matt's the serious one and everyone thinks that he's so smart, but
he's not. I just let him think he is. He's terribly naive and completely vulnerable, especially to the likes of Lita.
I'm the brains of this family and the fighter if need be, and I'm not letting some harlot break us up.
I glare at her as she stands up dusting herself off.
"Well, I never...."
I stop her mid sentence, "And you never will have us."
She glares at me as she stomps away buttoning the top of her dress.
Matt, who has just returned from the house, looks at her and then to me.
"You two deserve each other," she screams at Matt who just looks at her confused.
I laugh as I see the shocked, confused, and almost sad look on his face.
"Jeff?" He asks confused as he walks to me, looking back at Lita longingly.
Before he can ask any questions, I pull him to me. "I don't think we have to worry about Lita," I say
chuckling as I cover his mouth with mine effectively muting his questions as to what had just happened.
Besides in about five minutes, he'll forget all about her as he screams my name.
~RAVEN'S POV~
We both tumble down onto the blanket, both of us breathless. He's still buried deep inside of me and I gasp as
he moves.
"You're so tight," he whispers in my ear as he gently licks around it.
"You're so big," I reply quickly.
He chuckles as he gently pulls out of me and spoons up behind me. How can he still be hard?
~RHYNO'S POV~
As I hold Raven, nothing else seems to matter. It's as if the world has stopped. No Austin. No right or wrong.
Just me and him.
He moans as I gently stroke along his side. He shudders as I cross his ribs. A little ticklish. I grin, now that
could be some useful information later on.
He mumbles something in Indian as he yawns, and it takes me a few minutes to translate.
I smile as I finally translate what he just said.
"My Manbeast."
~HUNTER'S POV~
I grit my teeth as he penetrates me. An explosion of pain radiates throughout my body as he pushes his full
length into me.
I feel the wetness of the substance he has used to stretch me. It smells awful but at least he's not taking me
dry.
His hands grip my hips, holding me still as he starts a slow steady thrust in and out of me, tearing a whimper
from me.
I feel my neglected throbbing cock bobbing between my legs. I reach out to stroke it, but grabs a handful of
my hair and yanks my head backwards.
"It belongs to me, too. Don't touch it until I say you can," he hisses as he releases my hair.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from saying something that I know I will regret.
He's right, he's in charge here. I have no choice but to do what my owner wishes.
~ROCK'S POV~
I thrust hard into him. I want him to know who's master in this teepee. Here he is nothing more than a
plaything. He's mine, but no one in the village will accept him. They say what I'm doing is wrong. I should
pick another wife instead of him, but hell I don't want another wife. I want...Hunter.
He's hard as a rock, but I want him to come without ever touching his cock. Then I will truly own him.
I rut on top of him feverishly, but as I'm nearing completion, I stop.
I hear a faint whimper escape his throat.
I remain still as my need subsides a little. Once the urgency has passed, I slowly start to thrust into him
again.
He moans as his hands grip the rug underneath us.
He's close, but not close enough.
I pause once again. No moving. Barely breathing.
Sweat is covering our coupled bodies.
I start my slow steady pace once again and he moans in frustration, bucking his hips backwards.
"Please........," he moans.
I grin as I lean down and whisper in his ear. "Come for me Hunter."
His body tenses as he comes, spraying the rug and his lower abdomen with his seed.
I close my eyes and follow, filling him with my own seed, claiming him as mine.
~BRADSHAW'S POV~
I gently roll Christian over as I proceed to clean him up. He passed out right after he came. It could have
something to do with the fact that I've already taken him three times tonight. Bet Austin never got that kind
of response from him.
He had been amazed at how huge my cock was and more than eager to feel it inside of him. I had told him
simply that everything in Texas was bigger and better.
As I look down at him, I can't believe he's finally mine. All these years of watching him grow up, falling madly
in love with him, and watching Austin abuse him almost drove me insane.
He moans in his sleep and snuggles in closer to me.
I look up towards the heavens and whisper a silent thank you to anyone who cares to listen.
~KURT'S POV~
I look at Rob and he lowers his eyes.
"He's fine," Doc Foley says smiling his toothless smile as he slaps my shoulder. "You might want to take it
easy on him, he'll be a little sore," Foley said winking.
I grinned at the huge man. Did he always wear the red flannel shirt?
"Thanks Doc," I say, reaching down and grabbing Rob's other arm and pulling him up.
"Where you taking me?" He asks weakly. "Jail?"
An evil laugh escapes my throat. "Home."
His eyes widen in fear as I lead him out the door.
"Have a nice night," Foley says as he shuts the door.
~AUSTIN'S POV~
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Could things get any worse?
Hell, don't answer that!
My upper shoulder hurts like hell where the bullet went clear through.
Damn this desert!
I've been riding for miles, but I'm not sure where the hell I'm at.
I spot a campfire and decide to head towards it. Maybe it was Jericho.
I smile as I remember how attractive Jericho is. Well since I don't have Jason any longer, Jericho would do
just fine.
As I ride toward the campfire, visions of a naked and helpless Jericho with his legs spread wide invaded my
thoughts
