Double Inferno (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 2)

“How the fuck did this happen?” the fire chief asked as he spoke with Matt and Tyler.

“I don’t know. Thank God Paula was looking through the window in the kitchen and saw smoke. This could have been worse,” Matt stated.

Tyler glanced around as the last bit of smoky debris was extinguished by firefighters.

“Hey, Chief, we got something over here. Tyler, you’re going to want to see this,” one of the firefighters stated.

They walked over and immediately Tyler saw what the firefighter had seen.

“Looks like this was started on purpose,” the fire chief stated as they looked at the melted container of gasoline and remnants of a trail of accelerant across the gravel in the direction of the woods. “It doesn’t take an arson investigator to see this. What the fuck is going on around this town, Tyler?” the fire chief asked.

Tyler looked at Matt and wondered if his brother was thinking what he was.

“I’d better grab my gear and record this. It’s a crime scene, that’s for sure. Let the others know and leave everything as is for now,” Tyler stated as he headed toward the garage. Matt followed him.

He knew his brother would. This was crazy.

Matt grabbed Tyler’s shoulder.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Tyler took his work bag out of the truck and placed it on the ground. He looked at Matt. “I think the asshole who’s been setting fires around town thinks I’m getting closer to identifying him.”

Matt ran his hands through his hair.

“Oh fuck, Tyler. Shit, this isn’t good. We need to catch this guy.”

“That’s my intention. Go take care of Paula and make sure she’s okay. She looked really scared.”

Matt nodded his head then turned to leave.

“Matt, tell her good-bye for me.”

“I will.”

Chapter 9

Paula was still recovering from the scare and the fire on Matt and Tyler’s property, never mind the occurrences that happened prior to that in their living room. They had started quite an inferno inside of her, and all the pep talks about being cautious and taking things slow were tossed out the window. The fact that Paula had a stalker, as BJ and Monte put it, made her feel on edge most of the night. Every time some guy winked or tried to flirt with her, she thought of them as a potential suspect. It put her in a crappy mood, and as a group of young cowboys closer to her own age started flirting with her as she passed by, she found herself stepping back in a manner that told all she was as skittish as a newborn colt. They, of course, tried to get her to come over toward their table to sit down, but she refused.

“Come on, darling, one drink is all we’re asking for. We’ve been watching you for quite some time. You don’t have a boyfriend,” one stated. He was pretty husky.

“How do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked with her hands on her hips as she tried to act tough. Meanwhile, she felt like throwing up she was so damn nervous. The emotions came from fear of having a stalker and concern over following Matt and Tyler’s rules. No men, only them. She was their woman.

“If you did, then he’d be an asshole for letting you outta his sights,” one of the other cowboys stated, and she shook her head.

“I have to work, but y’all have a good time and don’t get too rowdy now.” She turned to walk away. She felt the hitch in her throat and the uneasy feeling in her belly. Her stalker had warned her from other men, and the two new men in her life had warned her from other men, too. She glanced around feeling her mood grow sour until she saw Matt and Tyler sitting at a table near the back corner. She almost missed them, and instantly her pussy clenched with anticipation of their touch. She had taken the time to shave her pussy bare at their request. Or was it really at their demand? Either way, it turned her on and made her so aroused she had touched herself. That had been a first for her, even with the years of abstinence.

Matt had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and Tyler sat to the side of him with his hands on his lap. He looked angry, and then she saw the redhead and two brunettes approach them, and she froze in place. Neither man took their eyes off of her, and she stood in the middle of the room staring at them. Matt and Tyler looked really good. Both wore button-down shirts. Matt’s was dark blue, and Tyler’s was white. They were so handsome she felt her belly muscles tighten just thinking about what they did to her at their place. They hadn’t even had sex yet, and they made her come multiple times. Her pussy cle

nched from her thoughts, but then she observed the women sliding in to make a move on her men. Did she go intervene? Was that acceptable behavior on her part? Would they be angry and perhaps spank her later for bad behavior? She felt her cheeks warm, and that fuzzy aroused sensation filled her to her core. Oh yeah, she might want to be naughty on purpose, just to feel their big, strong, rough hands against her smooth ass cheek.

Oh God, I have it really bad.

She swallowed hard, suddenly having the urge to drink something whenever she looked at them. From where she stood, she could tell that the women were trying to converse with Tyler and Matt, but neither man looked at the women. Matt and Tyler stared at her, holding her gaze, and she wondered if they had watched her as she contemplated what to do next. She didn’t know how to react to the women flirting with them. She was instantly jealous and felt ready for a fight. That wasn’t her. She tended to mind her business most of the time, but right now she saw red. Would Matt and Tyler flirt with the women? They didn’t say that they were exclusively hers, did they? Finally, the women turned to see what had the guy’s attention, and they stared at her giving her the once-over. She shyly turned away. That was when she looked at two very rugged, handsome young cowboys who tipped their hats at her and asked her if she wanted to dance. She shook her head and said thank you, but they continued to look her over, making her feel like her choice of outfit was too sexy and she was somehow to blame for getting their attention. Her throat closed up. She thought about the flair skirt and matching camisole. It wasn’t too revealing, and it got pretty damn hot in there during the night. A feeling of intimidation, uncertainty, and fear gripped her insides. She turned toward Matt and Tyler, subconsciously reaching out to them for something.

She saw Tyler’s facial expression change as one of the cowboys touched her chin. She stepped back and moved around them to look at Tyler and Matt again. She caught Tyler’s hand raise. He pointed at her then curled his finger and gestured for her to come to them.

She took a deep breath but couldn’t help but glance around the room. Somewhere in Dixie Chix was her stalker. The chills ran up her spine as she slowly made her way toward him.