Stacy's Destiny (The Town of Pearl 2)

“You pick her up and I’ll drive,” Eric stated, but Max shook his head as he reached for her.

“I’ll drive and you carry her. I’m just too wound up right now,” Max added.

Stacy moaned as they moved her.

“You’re gonna be okay, baby. Everything is going to be just fine,” Eric whispered then kissed her forehead.

* * * *

It was a long, slow ride back to the Triple C. But they didn’t want to move too quickly as Stacy kept moaning with every bump. They wanted to bring her to the hospital, but she refused to go, and instead they radioed into town to Deputy Kenny Jones so he could get his father, Dr. Jones, to meet them at the house.

They arrived at the ranch to find it surrounded by unmarked police cruisers, K-9 units, and state police vehicles. Wyatt and the agents from New York had everyone out looking for Gutry and Stacy. Max could see the relieved expressions on his fellow officers’ faces as he nodded and thanked them for all their help. Wyatt remained back in the fields where Gutry lay seriously injured, and Ben would lead the rest of the investigators to the cave.

Eric laid Stacy carefully down on the bed in the guest room as she scolded him for even thinking about placing her dirty, blood-stricken body on their new comforter set.

“Yes, ma’am,” Eric stated as he laid her on the quilt.

Max stood beside Eric as Doc Jones began to ask her what hurt the most and where her injuries were. From Max’s view, she looked pretty beat up and there was a lot of blood. He was mostly concerned about her temple and the large lump near there as well as her cheeks and knees.

“I think she may need some stitches on that one cut by her knee. I’ll need to clean it out first. Can you two get me some supplies?” Doc Jones asked then gave them orders as to what he needed. Charlie entered the room and smiled.

“I brought a bunch of things with me if you wanted to stitch her up here instead of at your office,” he offered.

“Do I really need stitches?” Stacy asked as her voice shook.

Dr. Jones patted her hand.

“You won’t feel a thing. I’m going to clean it out and see how it looks. Tell me about what happened and how you got that bump on your head,” he asked as Max and Eric returned carrying a tub of clean water, some soft cloth, and soap.

“Charlie, you start on that knee and I’ll check over her head before we work on her other knee,” Doc Jones said then looked at Stacy, waiting for her to explain what happened.

* * * *

With every detail, Max and Eric appeared to grow more and more upset. However, Stacy was a rock. She didn’t cry or carry on. She just explained exactly how Gutry abducted her and what he tried to do to her. She wanted to appear brave.

A good two hours later and after giving her statement to Wyatt and the investigators from New York, Doc Jones said Stacy could take a quick shower, being sure not to get her stitches wet.

She sat on the edge of the bed and felt exhausted but she was in need of a shower. Glancing down, she watched as Eric covered her stitches and entire knee with plastic then taped it. When she looked up Max smiled at her.

“This should work. We’ll be sure to make it a quick shower,” Eric stated.

She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of his hands on her skin. Thoughts of how harsh and disgusting Gutry’s fingers felt against her flesh flashed through her mind. Max began to stand up, and she stopped both of them. She looked them in the eyes and whispered as the tears filled them.

“Touch me,” she stated.

They both raised their eyebrows as she took their hands and placed them under her dress and over her inner thighs, one hand on each.

“Right there please,” she whispered then closed her eyes. The feel of their thumbs slowly moving back and forth against her sensitive skin brought happiness to her heart.

“Stacy, honey, are you okay?” Max asked, and she nodded her head. She was afraid to speak and to open her mouth. She knew she would start to cry. Both men continued to caress her inner thighs then move over her mound. When they both touched a finger to the damp panties covering her pussy, a sob escaped her mouth.

“Aw, baby, you’re breakin’ my heart,” Eric whispered then leaned forward and kissed her lips. They began to pull their hands away, and she frantically grabbed them to keep them in place.

“No. Don’t stop. Please…I need to feel your touch. I need to.” The tears rolled down her cheeks, and both men held her to their shoulders.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re safe now and he can’t hurt you,” Eric whispered against her ear.

“Touch me. Make me come please. I want to feel your fingers inside of me,” she pleaded, and although they hesitated, she felt them pull back then lay her gently on the bed. Her legs hung over the edge, and slowly, carefully they removed her panties then spread her thighs. Then Stacy inhaled and exhaled as she held on to the quilt.