Running in Fear: Coming Home

It’s been little over a month, and Jaycee Manz has finally stopped running. The threats are gone. She has her men—Remi LeBlathe, and the brothers Dane and Mark Glassgo—who surround her with love and passion. Even after being hunted, seeing loved ones dying, and experiencing physical betrayal, Jaycee sees hope for the future with her men. With a baby on the way, a wedding to plan, and Christmas right around the corner, she has never been happier. Now if she could just get rid of this gut feeling that something or someone is still after her, everything would be fine.
Remi, Dane, and Mark have vowed no one will hurt their mate again, including themselves. They came too close to losing her for good because of their pride, but it won’t happen again. No one, neither family nor foe, will stop the shifters from giving Jaycee the home she’s always dreamed of—a place where she can feel safe, loved, and at peace to raise their children.


Chapter One
As the club lights pulsed to loud music, Jaycee cast her gaze at the people seated around the little table. Remi’s profile was strong, his eyes were almost black, and his tall, muscular body was any woman’s fantasy.
Dane’s black hair was down to his waist, a black leather vest covered his strapping chest, and Jaycee remembered those thick full lips she loved to kiss.
His brother Mark was a little taller than Dane, with brownish blond hair that framed his model-perfect face. In such a short time they had become as important to her as the air she breathed, but here still wasn’t home for Dane, Remi, and Mark.
Jaycee still couldn’t fathom how these three men could want her. Her breasts were large and her hips were full, but even with her red hair, she was not model material as they were. She knew she had to do something for them. She glanced down at the floor through her red bangs that hid the smile that would give away her new secret. Tomorrow she would make the call to her mother-in-law and get the ball rolling. Hopefully, it would be done before Christmas. A new home and a new beginning. “I heard that,” Dane growled, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. “And there will be no turning me into a toad again. Once was enough, thank you. I still have nightmares about eating flies.” He dropped a quick kiss on her neck. “Mark wants to dance with you, Baby.” Jaycee smiled up at Dane, his long black hair pulled back in a pony tail, and then walked into Mark’s arms. He pulled her out onto the dance floor as her favorite song from Dirty Dancing came on. Jaycee laughed as Mark pulled her into his muscular arms, sliding his leg in between hers his tight black leather pants rubbing against her bare skin. His hands skimmed her breasts as he moved his leg over her clit. He dipped his head down, and licked in between her breasts. Her body was inflamed by the time the song ended. Mark laughed as he walked with her towards the table.
“This is so not fair. You’re going to leave me hanging like this, when my body is burning up?” Jaycee pouted, sitting down. She gulped the drink in front of her, not thinking. It burned all the way down her throat and when it hit her stomach, she gasped.
“Shit!” Jaycee yelled, staring at the drink. “Okay, who put this near my place? And what the hell was in it?” Jaycee glared around the table.
Marsha, Jaycee’s adopted mother walked up, and smiled down at Jaycee. “It’s something you can drink without affecting the baby, and it’s only for our kind.” She laughed, handing her another drink. “Don’t worry, it won’t penetrate the baby’s sack.” Jaycee laughed, swallowing down the liquid. It burned going down.
“I should warn you … it also, well … it kind of acts like an aphrodisiac.” Marsha grinned.
Jaycee glared at her, spitting what was in her mouth back into the glass. “You gave me an aphrodisiac. I’m already dying here!”
Jaycee heard her mates laugh.“Okay what do you guys have planned?” She fanned herself with her hand. “I mean, it’s not like you don’t already turn my body upside down when you touch me.” “Oh, Baby, wait until you see what we have in store for you tonight. There will be no sleep,” Remi hinted, sliding his hand up her leg under the short tight fitted black leather skirt, knowing she was naked under it, and just stroking her pussy lips.
Jaycee tried to push his hand away, but Dane grabbed her hands, bringing them to his mouth and kissing them. “The next two weeks is just about you. Don’t push us away.” She watched as his tongue slid in between her fingers. Remi’s fingers pushed into her pussy, stroking her walls. “Guys, we’re in public here,” Jaycee mumbled, trying to take her hands back from Dane, but he held them tight as Remi played with her. The music thrummed in the background, and people danced, sweaty and slick. Dane leaned close to her ear and whispered, “See that couple on the dance floor? Watch them.” He nodded toward a couple in the center of a raised stage that faced the other dancers.
The male in question slipped his hands down the front of the female’s shirt, squeezing her breasts.
Mark came up behind Jaycee, and did the same to her, pinching and pulling on her nipple rings. Jaycee tucked her head against Mark’s chest when he leaned forward to watch his hands play.
Jaycee’s eyes stayed on the couple as one of the man’s hands moved down to the hem of the woman’s dress. He pulled it up, slowly exposing her pussy. His hand reached her pussy. His legs separated hers further from behind, pushing his fingers inside her. Jaycee sucked in her breath looking around the bar, while others danced and watched the couple perform. “Okay, what kind of bar is this?” Jaycee moaned as Remi pushed four fingers into her, further stretching her. She pushed her pussy further onto his hand, needing more of him.
Dane exposed one of her breasts as Mark played with them. “This is a play club, little one, and we’re all going to play. Now watch, while we play.” Dane whispered leaning down as Mark removed one hand. Dane sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, nipping it. Her body shook as her eyes fastened on the couple again. Another man stepped in front of them, kneeling down in between the woman’s legs. Jaycee could see his long tongue as it licked the woman’s pussy. Jaycee watched the other woman moan and throw her head back.
That’s when Jaycee saw the St. Andrews cross, one of the most common pieces of furniture used in the BDSM scenes, coming up out of the dance floor behind them. Jaycee laughed, her nipples hardened thinking of herself strapped spread eagle to the wooden cross, knowing what kind of club they were in now.
One of her adopted brothers slid up next to them and set a bag at Remi’s feet, and then walked away. She glanced up at Remi’s face and he smiled. Her juices dripped down to her butt, and she knew she was going to stain her dress, but right now she couldn’t concentrate on anything as Mark pulled her chair back away from the table. Dane lifted his head, and Remi pulled his hand out of her. “Come on, Baby, it’s your turn.” Dane pulled her up. “We know you like to have people watch you be taken. We talked to the man who trained you. He told us all your secrets.” Dane laughed as her mates pulled her up onto the stage. The band had already left, and in its place stood all sorts of play furniture she didn’t even recognize. She stepped back, bumping into Remi, who smiled down at her again. “Going someplace, Baby?” Remi asked. He undid the fastener around her neck, lowering her halter-top to her waist and exposing her breasts. Jaycee glanced around. Remi and noticed many club members already enjoying their own play, including Marsha and her mate.