Shelby's Saviors [Slick Rock 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

go, massaging his erection and bathing him in her juices as she came. The tingling warmth at the base of his spine spread out and burned hotter, brighter than ever before. His balls drew up and fire raced along his dick. He yelled as he shot her full of his cum.
    Cord wrapped his arms around Shelby and held her close, soothing her down from her climactic high. She slumped against him and sighed, snuggling up close.
    Cord was in love for the first and, he knew, the only time in his life. Never had anything felt so right and so rapturous. She was theirs, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter Seven
     
    The buzz of her alarm intruded into the best sleep Shelby had had since she couldn’t remember. Without opening her eyes, she reached out, trying to locate the annoying noise to turn it off. Her hand connected with a warm, hard wall of muscle, and she opened her eyes, squinting to see where she was.
    The remembrance of the previous night’s episode of lovemaking caused her cheeks to heat with desire and uncertainty. She was embarrassed about last night’s activities, but she didn’t have enough experience to know how to handle the morning after.
    “I’ll get it, baby. Just stay there so you don’t get cold.” Cord’s voice, gravelly with sleep, penetrated her foggy mind.
    “It’s my cell phone,” Shelby stated. “I can’t remember where it is.”
    Warm, muscular arms wrapped around her waist, and a nose nuzzled against her neck. “Hi, darlin’, how did you sleep?” Brandt asked from behind her.
    “Good. I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly.” She snuggled back down, wiggling her ass into his crotch, and snickered when his hard cock nudged between her ass cheeks.
    “Here you go, baby.” Cord handed over her cell. The phone stopped ringing in the same moment that she wrapped her hand around it. She looked at the LCD display screen and surged up in the bed. The number was from her hometown of Bloomington.
    “Shelby, what’s wrong?” Brandt asked.
    Just as she opened her mouth to reply, her cell began to ring again. Shelby scrambled over Cord and off the bed, stumbling as her legs threatened to give out. She made it to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her before she answered.
    “Hello,” she whispered.
    “Ms. Richmond? Is that you?”
    “Yes.”
    “It’s Sheriff Percy Conan here, Shelby. I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
    “What?” was all Shelby could manage to get out as a lump of dread formed in her stomach.
    “The authorities were transporting Ramone Perez to the maximum-security prison in Springfield. They wanted to make sure he couldn’t escape the lower-security facility. His goons had been visiting too often, and the prison guards were worried he was planning an escape. It seems that Perez and his friends on the outside had indeed planned an escape. As of late yesterday afternoon, Ramone Perez is at large.”
    Shelby’s knees buckled, and she slid to the floor next to the bathtub, only vaguely aware of the sheriff’s voice droning on. Oh God. She was in deep shit. Ramone Perez had sighted her as he shot her brother, Ian. Shelby had wondered for months why he didn’t just kill her, too.
    The sheriff had suggested that Perez thought she was no threat. She was just one woman, after all, cowering behind the sofa. Hurrying to leave the crime scene, Perez had jumped back in his car with his cronies and driven off.
    Except he had been caught. Later that night, he and the others were picked up by Bloomington PD in connection with an assault. Shelby learned, to her horror, that Perez had loaned money to Ian, money that Ian had lost gambling. When Ian couldn’t pay, Perez had come for him and taken Shelby’s parents, too.
    The crime lab matched the bullet casings at the house with those in Perez’s gun, but the key piece of the prosecution’s case was Shelby’s eyewitness testimony. Everyone connected to the case had praised her for helping to put a