Emily's Protectors (The Protectors 2)

Affronted at his threat, she turned around glaring. “You wouldn’t dare!” She challenged.

Hunching his shoulders forward menacingly, he whispered, “Try me.” With a sexy ass smirk on his face and eyes alight with lust, humor, and dark promises that he would indeed do it.

Walking towards them slowly, hands wringing in front of her, Emily stopped a foot away. Hearing dual growls come from them she shuffled forward a little more. Startled when they both reached a hand out intertwining them in her hair at the back of her head, they pulled her forward until her chest met theirs.

Gulping, she looked up… And up some more.

“What’s happening in that head of yours, woman? Shake any bullshit out right now that has you thinking you can pull away, not after that amazing show you just gave us,” Cooper told her sternly.

Looking at him sharply she thought about her reply, carefully. “I… I just needed to think. This is overwhelming, and I’m pissed off and scared and… fuck!” She cursed at the sharp tug of her hair.

“Watch. Your. Mouth. Last fucking warning.” Dane growled menacingly at her.

“You just swore.” She pointed out helpfully, realizing too late she had just sealed her fate. Fuck it all, Emily, keep your damn mouth shut! She scolded herself at the look on their faces.

Yelping when Coop swung her up in his arms, there was a flurry of movement as he moved and sat on her ripped couch, putting her over his knee while Dane pulled her pants and panties down to just below her ass cheeks. “Stop! Oh my God! What are you doing? I’m a grown-ass wom—”

Whack! Whack. Whack!

Three hard spanks had her shutting up fast. The burn of his palm meeting her flesh started spreading as he rubbed the spots he hit. She could already tell her ass was red; she could feel the throb.

“Damn. Would you look at that, Coop? Seems our girl likes a little pain with her pleasure.” She could hear the smirk in Dane’s voice as he spoke.

“You can smell her sweet cream from here,” Coop said as he started moving his hand closer and closer to her opening. Rubbing his fingers against her sex had her gasping in pleasure; not realizing she moaned out or pushed her ass back for more.

“Cooper,” she whispered out on a sigh as he kept rubbing across her lower lips, just missing her clit on each pass.

Feeling large calloused hands on each ass cheek, spreading her wide, had her squirming again. When she felt a warm breath against her pussy, she tried to look back but Coop’s hand pushing on her head kept her in place.

At the first swipe of Dane’s tongue, going from her clit to her anus, had her crying out in ecstasy. Putting his mouth directly over her hole, he started making out with her pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my G

od, he’s going to eat me alive, she thought. When he pushed his tongue inside her, massaging her walls and squeezing her ass cheeks, he pulled them up closer to his face, diving in with gusto.

Feeling a hand going under her hips and rubbing her clit with hard strokes had her going off like a geyser. Screaming out, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Getting breathier with each word. Lights burst behind her eyes, her body went rigid, back arching and neck straining. She’d never felt such pleasure in her life. As she slowly came back to herself, her limbs were numb and heavy.

Every touch from them felt like little shocks of electricity shooting straight to her still throbbing pussy. A hard slap to her ass had little aftershocks of pleasure running through her body and Dane and Coop cursing. “Fuck, if I knew what spanking her would do, I’d have done it to her days ago.”

“Beautiful, baby girl.” Dane’s whispered words had her preening in satisfaction that he was happy with her.

A knock on the door had them sitting her up in a rush and quickly helping her with her clothes. “Bedroom now, Em.” Dane demanded. Scurrying to her room she waited with baited breath. Seeing them both go into fighter mode was a beautiful and arousing thing.

Dane’s eyes lost the light in them that he always seems to have around her. His face went hard as stone. She could see all the veins in his neck pop out and his muscles bulge and ripple. Even though it was just a quick glance, it was hot as hell. She couldn’t believe the effect these two men had on her mind and body.

Coop’s eyes got bright in excitement, not like when he was aroused but like he enjoyed the danger that might be beyond her front door. He was loose and limber, prepared to do battle. For her. That amazed her more than anything. They’d known her for mere days, but they were ready to slay her dragons.

With her body still buzzing with arousal from not one but two orgasms in such a short period of time, she wasn’t paying attention to everything going on around her.

She missed the glass shattering. The shot fired. And where the hell was that scream coming from? Why am I on the ground? Looking around, she saw a figure stop as they were passing by her window. The person had a ski mask on, but she could see their eyes.

Black. Soulless. Possessed. Then they were gone. Like smoke in the wind. She wasn’t even sure if they were there.

Turning when she heard the door crash against the wall, she smiled seeing her two knights in shining armor. At the tortured looks on their faces, she started to get scared as they rushed to her, Dane with his phone to his ear and Coop taking off his shirt. She didn’t understand anything until Coop put his shirt on her hip and applied pressure to it; the slice of pain radiating from it. That’s when she finally realized she’d been shot.

White lights flashed behind her eyelids. It felt like her hip and side was on fire. Being shot fucking sucks balls, she thought before passing out.

Looking at Emily lying in the hospital bed pale and attached to so many machines left a cold feeling in the pit of Dane’s stomach. He felt almost detached like it wasn’t really her. It shouldn’t fucking be her. He was more pissed off than he’d ever been in his life. The door was a distraction from the real purpose. Whoever her stalker was knew that they would send her to another room. Which means they were being watched.

“Fuck.” He blurted out making the other occupants of the room look at him in question. “He’s watching us. Has to be. No way he could have known we’d send her to another room otherwise.” He summarized while looking to Coop, who was sitting on a chair beside her bed, holding her hand. Then he panned to Creed and Linc standing at the end of her bed, having just flown in that morning. Creed had called him already when they were on their way to Emily’s house, so when they heard what had happened, they immediately came to the hospital.