Four Flames for Angela

“We going to start moving now. Are you ready?” Hunter adjusted his cock inside her and started slowly moving until only the broad head was sitting at the opening of her body.

River slid out and Hunter pushed in, at first in a slow easy pattern. Angie gripped Hunter’s shoulders so tight she was sure he’d have bruises the next day.

The men slowly increased the pace of their thrusts, and all Angie could do was hold on for the ride.

Hunter reached between them and started rubbing her clit, giving her the added stimulation he knew she would need to come with them.

Angie felt her body tightening and arched her back, driving River deeper. It wasn’t long before she was screaming their names as her release took her over. She dropped her head to Hunter’s shoulder and didn’t notice when she was lifted and wrapped in warm towels.

Rock carried their beautiful woman back to the bed where he and Sawyer dried her and held her.

After a few minutes Angie looked up and saw who was holding her. “When did you get here?”

“We heard the shower start and came up to see how soon you’d all be down. We arrived just in time for the show. You were amazing. I can’t wait until Sawyer and I have our turn.” Rock took her mouth for a long kiss and held her, letting her rest.

After breakfast, the men took her to pick up Todd. He was outside playing when they pulled up and looked like he’d had a good time. They visited a few minutes with Felicia and Charlie, before heading home.

The brothers were all on duty at the firehouse, so they left Angela and Todd at their house so they could go home and get ready.

They all called Angie several times during the next couple of days even while they were working. On Friday, Rock called and told Angie, “Hey, beautiful. Alvin called, and he has all the material to do your porch. He’s going to deliver it later today. We arranged to take the weekend off and will be there early tomorrow to get things started.”

Not being one to wait on others to help her, Angie decided to start removing the rail around the porch so there wouldn’t be so much work to do.

She was in the middle of pulling up some of the nails when an old beat-up car pulled in front of the house. At first, she didn’t pay much attention to it. She was concentrating on what she was doing.

“Hey, sis. Where’s the little man?” Thomas shouted as he slammed the door of the car and jogged up the sidewalk.

“Thomas! What are you doing here?” Angie said, standing up. She was holding a hammer and had both arms crossed over her chest.

“Where’s the little man?” Thomas asked again.

“He’s at school. Why do you care?” Angie stepped back as Thomas approached closer.

“Good. He won’t interrupt us then,” Thomas said, walking closer.

“What do you want, Thomas?” Angie stepped back again, and her back was against the door now.

Thomas kept walking forward until there were just a few feet between them. “Have you got what I’m owed yet?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

“Thomas, all the money from Mom and Dad went to pay off the hospital bills. The bank took the house. There’s nothing left,” Angie tried calmly explaining again.

“Why should I believe you? What did you use to buy this place? Is that what you did with my money? Is that why you won’t give me what I’m due?” Thomas took another step forward and stared down at her. Thomas wasn’t as tall as her men, but he was about six inches taller than she was, enough to be intimidating.

“Thomas, I can show you all the bills that were paid. There’s no money,” Angela tried explaining again.

“Why the fuck did you use my money to pay the bills? No one fucking asked me. I need that money, and you’re going to get it for me. Mom and that asshole she was married to are dead. What the fuck do you think was going to happen if the bills weren’t paid? Some asshole was going to dig them up to get the money. You fucking lying little cunt. I know you’ve got the money. Now get it for me.” He raised his hand to slap her, but before he did Angela heard the sounds of a diesel truck pulling up.

Thomas lowered his hand and looked around to see the truck pulling up behind his car. He leaned in so close to Angela that she could smell his rotting teeth and putrid breath. “You better have the money next time I show up, or I don’t know what I’ll do!”

Thomas stomped off the porch and Angie slid down the door to land on her butt. What was she going to do?

“Miss, miss, are you okay? Should I call for help?” She heard a male voice asking.

Angie took a deep breath and looked up to see a man she vaguely remembered standing above her. “No! I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

“Sure thing, miss. I’m Alvin. I brought the stuff for your porch. If you’ll be okay, I’ll have my men start unloading it over here.” He pointed, indicating the yard on the side of the house.

“That’s fine.” Angie nodded, wondering if she looked as shaken as she felt.