Free Fierce Protector: Hard to Handle trilogy, Book 1 by Janine Kane

his incredible legs, trunks of ferocious strength with the firmness to support him as he held her aloft; and his huge, thick, unbelievable cock . . .
    In her mind it slipped inside her, pushed home by a gentle but firm thrust from his rippling abs. The dimensions of it seemed at once far too great for her tiny frame, her slender hips, her inexperienced, tight entrance, and also a perfect fit, sexily snug even as he pushed every inch inside her, Eva’s wet place seemingly made to accept him. She arched her back, let the fantasy develop, felt this lovely man hold her, kiss her, and fuck her slowly and deeply.
    Eva soared on a wave of liquid ecstasy.

Chapter 5 – MMA
Sutherland, TX
Saturday
    “You have seven new messages,” intoned the mechanical voice. Eva hardly needed to listen to any of the message to recognize who had left it, and what he wanted. With increasing frustration – bordering on desperation in the most recent voicemails – Hank was asking for, begging for and eventually insisting on having her help. It was money that he needed, entirely unsurprisingly. He explained at length that there had been a misunderstanding, that something for which he had been responsible had gone missing – and Eva didn’t need more details to understand what that might have been – and that he was now in a degree of trouble which varied from message to message. The most recent one made him sound as though he was expecting to have his door bashed in at any moment.
    Eva took a series of deep breaths and called him. “Oh, Eva I can’t tell you how glad I am . . .”
    “Hank, just keep it buttoned for a minute, OK? You need to listen to me.” This was her firmest tone, one which insisted on not being interrupted.
    “Alright, I’m sorry,” he said, unusually obedient.
    She sighed. “You’re my brother and I love you. And the last thing I want is for you to be in trouble.”
    “Thanks, Sis,” he said.
    “Shut it. I don’t have the kind of money your friends are going to be needing,” she said flatly. “I can’t write you a check like before, or go to Western Union like the time before that. I told you to start looking for work. Have you found anything?”
    Silence on the line was exactly what Eva had expected, but the opposite of what she had hoped for. What is it , she wondered to herself, that makes people ignore the evidence of history and go on believing in people? What makes us do it?
    “I tried, I really did,” he said at length. “But I just don’t see myself as a busboy or a construction laborer,” he explained. “It wouldn’t be enough.”
    Eva was losing her cool. She felt cheated, and it showed in her acidic tone of voice. “You’ve got twenty-four hours, mister. I want to hear that you have an interview, at the very least. You hear me?”
    Hank became transformed. Anger poured down the phone in a bitter torrent, a long built-up frustration finally given voice. “No, you’re going to need to hear me , Eva. You don’t get it. This isn’t like before, some minor hoodlums, some street thugs, a dealer with more product than sense. These people . . .” he said, searching for the word, “they’re serious , Evie, they’re gonna hurt me if I don’t get them what they say I owe.”
    “Then call the cops,” Eva said, in full knowledge of how unhelpful it was.
    “You gotta help me, you just gotta. I ain’t asking you now. That’s over. You don’t want to live with the consequences of saying no again, I’m certain you don’t.”
    “Don’t threaten me, you ungrateful spider,” she chastised. “You’ll get nothing that way, I assure you.”
    “Well, we’ll see about that,” he said darkly.
    Eva stood up from the sofa and scowled down the phone. “What did you say?”
    “I think it’s time for a visit from your favorite brother,” he said chillingly. “Then we’ll see how helpful you’re prepared to be.”`
    Eva tried to keep her voice level. Knowing that she was rattled