“Damn, Grace, you drive me fucking crazy.” He nipped her ear as she moaned against Big Jay’s cock.

“Fuck, brother, keep it up. Her mouth feels so incredible sucking my cock. I’m coming, baby.” Big Jay thrust faster and Sandman held her there while Duke thrust up and down.

She was losing her strength, her ability to remain upright as Big Jay exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, wanting to taste every bit of him and satisfy him. He made a noise as he pulled from her mouth. “Damn, baby, that was fucking hot.” Big Jay sat down on the bench and leaned back. She was trying to catch her breath when she felt Duke begin a series of hard upward thrusts while Sandman remained still in her ass.

“Oh God, I can’t take it. I’m losing my strength,” she admitted.

“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there,” Duke said as he pumped faster. She fell to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and continued his thrusts as Sandman grabbed ahold of her hips and pounded into her from behind. They were all moaning and panting. “Oh!” She screamed her release.

“Damn.” Duke roared and Sandman continued his strokes then shoved into her hard, exploding into her ass. The three of them lay still, catching their breath as the sounds of water flowing, birds singing, and the peacefulness of the seclusion around them took place of their moaning and thrusts.

“Sweet mother of God, you’re incredible. That was incredible,” Duke said as he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. She started to lift up as Sandman began to ease out of her.

“Slow down, sweetheart. Let Duke carry you inside,” he said in that commanding bossy tone of his. But this time, she accepted it and allowed him and his brothers to take care of her while she closed her eyes and rested.

* * * *

Sarah and Eric turned on the news after breakfast. The reporters were talking about Maggie and the serial killer. He had put himself in a new category of Cop Killer and the public was scared. It hit Sarah hard as the reporter stated that the killer was looking for Grace Thompson.

“Sources close to the investigation say that Grace Thompson has been placed in protective custody for her safety, and our sources say she is still in the state of Texas and merely a half an hour’s plane ride away. More information is being verified at this time and I will have the latest for you as soon as I can,” the reporter said as she continued the news report.

“Oh my God, Eric, someone found out where she is. The killer.” Sarah began to say but Eric cut her off.

“It’s all right, Sarah, she’s going to be fine. She’s with the investigator and the reporter didn’t say they knew Grace’s exact location,” Eric told her as the phone began to ring in the kitchen.

Sarah picked it up and Frank called to see if she’d heard the report.

“Donald is pissed off right now along with the agents. We don’t know who’s leaking the information, Mom. Sandstone made sure none of us knew where she was headed. As far as I know, Grace doesn’t even know where she is,” Frank told her as he continued to calm his mother down.

“What about Grace? Does she know about the reports?” Sarah asked.

“No she doesn’t. Jim is going to contact Sandstone and let him know. I told him they should keep the information from Grace. If she finds out, then she’ll want to come home,” Frank said.

“You’re right, Frank. She would want to come home. Do you think she’ll be safe with him?” she asked her son.

“Yeah, Mom. He’ll keep her safe, I’m sure of it,” Frank stated confidently. They talked a few more minutes, then he hung up the phone.

* * * *

“This is bad news, Jim. Does Sandman know about the news report this morning? How could this happen?” Agent Burbank, the senior investigator with the FBI, asked Detective Jim Warner.

“I just got off the phone with Sandstone, sir. He’s going to keep the information away from Miss Thompson. She’s having a hard time dealing with her brother’s girlfriend’s death. She wants to come back home. Sandstone said he could handle it. I don’t know who leaked the information, but I’m going to find out,” Jim stated.

“This case is getting worse by the week. Now this sicko kills a cop. Have you got any other leads?” Senior Investigator Burbank asked.

“No, sir. Not right now. Sandstone did say that Grace was possibly onto something. He’ll call with more updates as they become available. Meanwhile we’re still looking closely at her sister’s case. We’re going to reinterview some of the people who were questioned the first time around. Maybe we’ll find something there. Also, those other murders that Sandstone think may be connected were all associated with one another through volunteer communities. Either they helped organize, gain funds, or fought for government funding for projects together. Not sure if that’s a link or if they just all happen to be good citizens,” Jim explained. “It’s something Sandstone was figuring out.”

“Well, I’ve known Sandman for quite some time. The man knows how to solve the unsolvable. If he thinks there’s a connection then let’s start putting some serious manpower on that idea. Let me know if you need the agents’ help.”

“I will, sir. Thank you.”

“Okay. Give Sandstone my best when you speak to him next. If you need anything else just call me.”

* * * *

Sandman listened as Grace talked to his brothers about photography and working with models. He listened to the way she described her profession and the environment she worked in.

She was an amazing young woman. She had gone through so much in such a short amount of time. She was strong and independent, not wanting to rely on anyone for help or get too close for that matter.

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