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  Allison held the side of her face, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she lifted her chin. “Y…you can’t—”

  “That’s it.” Lord Stephen grabbed her upper arm and pulled her toward the door.

  Allison dug her heels into the floor and stared back at Meg for help. Meg stood and rushed forward. This had gone too far.

  “Lord Stephen…wait!” Meg reached out, but stopped herself from grabbing her sister out of his clutches. “Where are you taking her? Shouldn’t we give her another chance?”

  Lord Stephen bent down and stroked Meg’s head with his free hand. “No, my gentle love. I demand complete obedience. It is the reason why having you show the others how to gain control over their happiness is so important.”

  Meg nodded. “I understand, Lord.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. She fought to keep from spitting. “May I ask a question, Lord Stephen?”

  He nodded. “Of course, my love.”

  “Where do the women go who displease you and the peace you create here at Eternal Peace?” She cocked her head and lifted her brows. Joe, are you getting this?

  “I send them overseas where they will enter a hardcore training session.” He narrowed his eyes in Allison’s direction. “There they will be owned and made to submit.”

  Meg shivered and wrapped her arms around her bare breasts. “Do they come back fully trained?” She stepped closer in and lowered her voice. “Will they find peace within?”

  His eyelids drooped, and he stared at her mouth. She parted her lips and licked the corner of her mouth. Come on, asshole, dig your grave.

  “No. They will never come back.” He leaned forward and closed his eyes.

  Meg jerked out of his reach and raised her eyes to look over Lord Stephen’s shoulder where Joe stood smiling. She wiped her arm across her mouth to wipe away the thought of the kiss that hadn’t come.

  Joe jerked Lord Stephen’s arm behind his back and, using the man’s belt from the robe he’d dropped on the floor, tied his hands, preventing him from touching anyone else.

  “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Lord Stephen threw his shoulder away from Joe, but didn’t go anywhere.

  “Well, let me tell you.” Joe winked at Meg. “My partner, Kathy, is going to run down the hall to our room, grab my cell phone, and call 911.”

  “For what?” He struggled in Joe’s hold. “I haven’t done anything. This is preposterous. I run a wholesome, loving retreat for those open enough to share their love and peace.”

  “No, you coerce innocent women to your commune where you supply them with sedatives to keep them dummied up enough to believe your preaching about peace for eternity.” Joe yanked up on the man’s bound hands until Lord Stephen groaned. “When you tire of them, you sell them overseas as sex slaves.”

  “That’s a lie!”

  “Tell it to the jury, fuckhead. I’ve got it all on tape.” Joe turned to Allison. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go over and sit with the other women. Your sister is going to go make a phone call and then, I swear on my life, she’ll not leave your side for a long, long time.”

  Meg smiled at Allison and nodded. “Go, sweetie. I’ll be right back.”

  Chapter Nine

  Allison reached out and entwined her fingers in Meg’s hand as they walked across the street to the park after Allison’s doctor’s appointment. Meg smiled. Her sister’s doctor had put her on an as-needed basis for treatment today, and declared her stable enough to withstand life’s pressures.

  “I’m proud of you, sis.” Meg swung Allison’s arm. “We’re going to make it together.”

  “Yeah.” Allison sniffed. “I’m pretty proud of myself.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’ve put you through a lot. Too much.”

  “No.” Meg stopped walking, turned, and grabbed for Allison’s other hand. “Listen to me. I would do anything for you. From here on out, whatever you need, I’ll be right here.”

  “I know.” Allison gazed down at the ground. “I know you and Joe worry. He told me about his sister.” She raised her chin. “That won’t happen to me.” Patting the area over her heart, she smiled. “I’m strong. I can see how wrong it was for me to try to escape the pain of losing our parents. The doctor has given me ways to find answers and seek comfort rather than hurting myself.”

  Meg pulled her sister into her embrace. “I’ll never stop worrying, but it feels so good to hear you say that. I know it isn’t always easy to talk to someone so close to you, but you do know that Joe has very broad shoulders and would love it if you wanted to talk.” She pulled back. “It might even help him. It hasn’t been easy for any of us.”

  “I wish I would have known Joe’s sister. Maybe I would have been strong enough to help her see that there’s life after Eternal Peace.” Allison sighed.

  “We all wish that, hon.” Meg rubbed Allison’s arms. “Helping you really helps Joe to deal with his own loss. He’s so damn proud of what you’ve accomplished in such a short time.”

  “The trial was horrid.” Allison shivered. “I don’t understand how I could have fallen for all of Lord Stephen’s bullshit.”

  Meg grinned. “Well, thanks to your help and Joe’s evidence, that asshole won’t see the outside of a jail cell for a long, long time.”

  A car horn blasted on the other side of the park. Meg gazed over Allison’s shoulder and smiled bigger.

  “Let me guess—P.I. Joe?” Allison giggled.

  Meg snorted. “Good one.” She laughed. “You like him, don’t you?”

  “If you tell him, you’ll pay.” Ally shook her finger and narrowed her eyes. “He’ll never let me hear the end of it, if you say something.”

  Meg pinched her thumb and forefinger together and motioned across her lips. “I’ll never tell.”

  “OK. Now get out of here. Your man is waiting, and he doesn’t seem like the patient sort to sit in a park while we gab.” Her sister gave her a little push.

  She walked backward toward Joe’s car. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m meeting some of the people from my calculus class in the library.” Allison waved. “I’ll be home early. I promised Joe I’d watch the game with him.”

  Meg smiled. “Catch ya later.” She turned and jogged the rest of the way across the park.

  * * *

  The football game blared on television, and Meg shook her head at the way Allison picked on Joe. She laughed. Her sister even wore a Cowboys sweatshirt and sat on the opposite couch from Joe, who sat wearing his Packers jersey.

  “Look! Look! Look!” Joe scooted to the edge of the seat and pointed at the television. “He’s going…going…oh, shit, no one can stop him.” He jumped up. “Touchdown for the Packers!” He turned around and gave Meg a high five. “In your face, Ally brat. You owe me ten bucks.”

  The doorbell rang and Allison jumped up, laughing. “I’ll get it.” She stuck her tongue out. “Saved by the bell.”

  “Did you see that? That move was supreme. No one can catch Johnson when he’s got the ball.” Joe plopped down beside Meg. “Shit, that was a great game.”

  “Is it over now?” Meg wrapped her arms around Joe’s waist and snuggled closer.

  He tilted his head, raised his brows, and growled. “Did you need something?” The twitch in his cheek gave him away. He couldn’t pretend stupid with her.

  “Well, I was thinking maybe you could go in the bedroom with me.” She trailed her finger down his chest, and let her hand settle low on his belly. “All this talk of tight ends, scoring, and fumbles gave me a few ideas.”

  “Hm…” He snuggled down farther on the couch and pulled her over onto his lap. “I like the sound of that game.”

  She stretched up and captured his lips. Mewing, she coaxed him to open. His tongue entered her mouth, and she sucked the tip. Leaning back, she grinned. “I like that.”

  “Do you like this?” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. “Is your pussy all nice and wet?”

  “Mm…hm.” She s
tretched her legs out on the couch.

  He kissed the top of her head. “It’s nice to have your red hair back.”

  She mewed again, unable to speak over the rush of feelings boiling inside of her.

  Joe swatted her ass. “Game time!”

  “Ew!” Allison walked back in the room with one of her friends from college. “Take it to your room, guys. We have to study.” She turned to the young man. “Just ignore them. “Come on, we can crack the books open at the kitchen table.”

  Meg giggled. “God, it’s so nice to have my sister back.”

  “Yep, that it is.” Joe slid his arm underneath Meg’s legs and stood up. “Come on, game’s about to start.”

  Carrying her into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and threw her on top of the bed. “Clothes off. We’re going to play shirts and skins…you’re skins, Red.”

  She danced on the mattress, taking her clothes off. Flinging them to the floor, she placed her hands on her bare hips. “Now what?”

  “Turn around and bend over. I’m going to show you how to hike the ball.” Joe removed his pants, boxers, and socks, but left his football jersey on.

  He placed the back of his hand against her pussy. “The quarterback lays his hand right here. Up nice and tight, so the ball doesn’t slip by him.”

  Meg wiggled her ass. “I like that.”

  His middle finger slipped inside her cunt. “Uh oh, looks like my hand’s getting juicy. Looks like we’ll have to stop the game.”

  “No. Keep going. Tell me more.” She bent her legs and landed on her knees with her ass in the air. “Explain to me what the tight end position is…”

  He groaned. “Aw, one of my favorite positions to play.”

  With the help of her cream, he slid his finger up to her anus. “The tight end…” He rubbed the pad of his thumb around her tight little hole. “…is a very important position on the team.”

  “Mm…” Her nipples hardened at the pleasure she received from all the sensitive nerves he caressed.

  “That player has to watch out for the bigger guys.” Joe thrust his cock into her pussy. “Sometimes, another player will sneak in and try to tackle them.”

  “Oh.” She thrust her hips back to meet each plunge of his cock. “God.”

  “So, he’s sneaky and fast.” He slipped the tip of his thumb in her anus. “He’s got to make himself big.” Joe pushed past the tight ring and plunged the length of his thumb inside her. “Oh, Red. God, that’s tight.”

  “Does the…” She gasped. “…tight end ever…” The pleasure-pain coursed through her body. “Carry th…the ball?”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah.” Joe pumped her cunt harder. “All the time.”

  “Do it.” She tossed back her hair. “Score.”

  He slipped his cock out of her pussy and slid up to her anus. Rubbing the head of his cock over her hole, lubricating the small opening with her juice, he applied pressure. She relaxed and bore down, ready to accept him.

  “Damn, that feels tight.” Joe pushed farther. “Suck it in, Red.”

  She pushed back, impaling herself on his cock. Balls-deep, he groaned. “Run with it, Red.”

  She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. Joe’s hand slipped between her legs and homed in on her clit. She bucked against him. Sweet bliss brought her higher.

  “Joe. Joe…” She writhed under him. “I’m going to…”

  “Do. It.” He removed his hand and grasped her hips. “Fuck me, Red.”

  Her orgasm hit. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her anus squeezed around his cock, and juices flowed from her pussy. Spasms rocked her inner core and spread delicious pleasure shots throughout the rest of her body.

  “Fuck!” Joe buried himself balls-deep and held himself tight against her ass. Warm cum spurted deep inside her, and he groaned.

  Meg’s legs threatened to give out. She trembled underneath him, but his size wore her down. She plopped flat on the bed. Joe rolled off to the side and chuckled.

  “Damn, Red. You make a hell of a tight end. You kicked my ass.” He inhaled deeply. “Totally winded.”

  She propped her head up on her elbow and smiled over at him. Sweaty, flushed, and panting hard, he’d never looked so sexy.

  “I think that I’m getting this whole football stuff down, don’t you think?” She laughed.

  He rolled over on his side and laughed. “Hell, you’ve just been voted MVP.”

  Every day she learned something new about Joe. Detective during the week, sports fanatic on the weekends, and an excellent lover in between, he was definitely the best thing that had happened in her life.

  “I love you.” He brushed the damp tendrils of hair off her cheek.

  She smiled. “I love you, too.”

  “What do you think about hockey?” He grinned.

  Shrugging her shoulder, she sighed. “I don’t know how to play.”

  “Well, one player uses a stick and there’s a puck. You’ve got to hit the puck into the net…”

  She rolled over on her back, laughing. Unable to catch her breath, she held her stomach and let the love she had for the man who had changed her life take over. Once she calmed down and got her second wind, she’d play any game he wanted.

  ~The End~

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