In His Service

Rage: Austin's POV

I saw the accusation in Ginny's eyes as I began my search, accessing resources only available to the highest levels of security clearance in the United States Military. She wasn't surprised, but rather she looked triumphant, like she expected there to be a secret layer to my perfectly perfected persona of the cowboy turned trail rider at the Galloway Ranch, and she had already guessed the truth.

So far, my facade of the horse whispering ex cowboy had worked on everyone I had encountered since leaving the force.

Except Ginny. Her catlike eyes caught mine for a split second as I waited for my screen to load, and I saw an unbridled heat there as she watched me track down the person who could be the shooter.

Rage like I had never known rose up inside me as I thought of someone hurting virginia. Especially someone she had trusted enough at one point to be intimate with. There had to be a reason they ended things, and as soon as I found the piece of shit that would be my first fucking question.

I felt a bizarre, overwhelming urge to have her near me, and as if she heard the need spoken straight from my mind, she rose from her seat at the window and moved across the room to me silently. She never made a sound, but the sway of her hips turned the heads of my three brothers as they spoke in hushed voices near the elevators. But Virginia wasnt looking at them right now.

I leaned back on the kitchen counter, pushing the laptop aside as I glanced at the page loading. Only 22%. Thank fuck.

I grabbed the neck of a decanter of bourbon on the counter and pulled the stopper, resting my elbows on the counter as I watched this goddess cross the room. She didn't look for a second like a frail, damsel in distress of a woman who had just been shot at by an ex fuck buddy. She looked every bit like the goddess of war who would bring him to justice.

I could see what Luc was thinking, dressing her in this outfit tonight. The whiskey colored leather complemented he creamy skin perfectly, and her auburn locks were perfectly displayed.

Her eyes brushed up my legs as softly as the leather fringe as she took a seat on the nearest bar stool. When she reached for the decanter, I slid it across the counter, letting her soft, manicured hand rest on mine before I lifted the glass and tilted it towards virginia's lips.

She responded immediately, arching her back and tilting her head to get underneath the bottle as I tipped the amber liquid into her open mouth. When she locked eyes with me, my cock jumped to attention and strained against the snugness of my jeans.

I put the bottle down and pulled her to me, pressing her chest flush against mine as I claimed her lips in a bourbon soaked kiss, chasing the burn with the sweetness of her lips on mine. I stepped between her legs, my hips nudging her thighs further apart as I caged her in against the counter.

When her emerald eyes bore into mine, I felt a wall come crashing down and the realization hit me that I was fucking worried about this woman because she awakened something in me that had been asleep since I walked away from that assignment.

She commanded the space around her, and my brothers and I were an army at her service. I was vaguely aware of the three of them moving closer, drawn like moons in to virginia's orbit as she spread her legs around my thighs and pulled me to her, one hand tangled in my hair, the other dipping below my belt and thumbing the buckle.

Despite my cock thrusting through my zipper, I didn't want to rush the moment. I knew without hesitation that I wouldn't stop once I was started, and I was acutely aware that Derrick, Jake, and Luc would be watching as I sank into VIrginina for the first time, and the thought only made me harder.

I ran my hands up her calves, over her knees, and around her luscious thighs, skimming my fingers through the fringe on her outfit as I moved it aside to catch a glimpse of her smooth pink pussy.

It was glistening with her arousal, and I couldn't resist dipping my head and getting a taste of it.

She gasped and tensed as she realized where I was headed, but then tipped her hips back to give me better access as my lips met hers. I thrust my tongue into her slit, slowly spreading her open as I licked straight up to her clit, then swirled my tongue around it and sucked deep.

A second gasp left her lips as I grabbed her barstool and spun it away from the counter, dropping to my knees in front of her and pushing her legs up and open so I could bury myself in her soft folds.

Her hands flew to my hair, grasping at the strands as she pulled my face into her center, bucking her hips against my tongue as it flew across her clit.

She tasted so fucking sweet I wanted to consume every last drop of her, this sexy confident woman who walked away from a nightclub shooting to have her pussy devoured in front of her four employers.

I felt their presence as they watched, keeping their distance but entirely fixated on the show in front of them. I lifted my eyes to Virginia's face as she leaned back in the bar stool and clutched at my hair, her heavy breasts straining against the leather that was braided across her nipples.

I trailed my hands upbetween her legs, over her leather clad stomach, to cup her breasts and run my thumbs across her hard nipples, my tongue sucking rhythmically on her clit as she bucked against my chin.

When her eyes fluttered open and locked on mine, I knew I was in for it. Virginia Sullivan was mine. And I was officially sharing her with three other men. The rage from before threatened to rise up against my brothers as I thought of them in this position with her, but I thrust it aside. If this arrangement was going to work for any one of us, it had to work for all of us. Jealousy had no place in it.

As if she read my mind, Virginia gave me a look of pure satisfaction, pulling my mouth against her core as she rode my tongue in front of my three brothers.