Goldie Locke - Chapter Seven

This is Chapter Seven of my novel "Goldie Locke". Part one can be viewed HERE.

Not Safe For Work - Rated 'R'

Chapter 7

 

Goldie felt the weight of the brothers' heated gazes upon her as she pored over the schematics spread out before her. The air in the laboratory was thick with the scent of sweat and hot metal, and she could practically feel the tension crackling between them.

She paused, rolling her shoulders to ease the strain in her muscles, and caught Tobias watching her intently. His eyes smoldered with barely contained desire, and Goldie felt a flush creep up her neck.

Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to the drafting table, trying to focus on the intricate diagrams before her. But her mind kept drifting, drawn to the symphony of sounds that filled the room – the whirring of gears, the hiss of pistons, the occasional grunt or muttered curse from the brothers as they labored over their creation.

Goldie glanced up, her gaze locking with Wesley's. The younger Burnhardt's eyes were dark with want, and she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. His fingers tightened around the chalk he held, leaving a faint trail of white powder on his skin.

Biting her lip, Goldie forced herself to look away, her heart pounding in her chest. The brothers' intense focus and raw masculinity was intoxicating, and she found herself torn between the desire to lose herself in their embrace and the need to maintain her composure.

Pappa's deep voice rumbled through the room, barking orders that the others swiftly obeyed. Goldie watched, transfixed, as the brothers moved with a fluid grace, their muscles rippling beneath their sweat-dampened shirts.

She could feel the heat building between them, a palpable force that threatened to consume them all. Goldie's fingers tightened around the edge of the drafting table, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to rein in her own growing arousal.

Goldie's breath caught in her throat as Pappa's calloused hands grasped her waist, pulling her flush against his muscular frame. His lips crashed against hers in a searing, possessive kiss that left her dizzy and aching for more.

She melted into his embrace, her fingers tangling in his thick, greying beard as she surrendered to the raw, primal need coursing through her veins. Pappa's tongue plundered her mouth, dominating her with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Goldie's lips were swollen and glistening. Pappa's eyes smoldered with barely restrained desire as he drank in the sight of her, his grip tightening possessively.

The air in the workshop was thick with the scent of hot metal and the musk of male arousal. Goldie felt like she was drowning in it, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the brothers' presence.

As night fell, the flickering gaslight cast a warm, golden glow over the room, accentuating the hard planes of the brothers' bodies as they continued to toil away at their creation. Goldie found herself mesmerized by the sight of their muscles rippling beneath their sweat-dampened shirts, her mouth watering with the urge to trace the contours of their flesh with her tongue.

Tobias, unable to resist any longer, stalked towards Goldie, his eyes burning with unbridled desire. In one swift motion, he backed her against the wall, his large hands reaching for the laces of her corset. Goldie's heart raced as she felt the fabric give way, her breasts spilling free into Tobias' hungry mouth.

She cried out, arching into his touch as his calloused fingers kneaded her soft flesh. His lips trailed searing kisses down the column of her throat, eliciting a delicious shudder from Goldie. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

The sound of Pappa's gruff voice barking orders echoed through the room, but Goldie could barely focus on anything other than the exquisite sensations Tobias was evoking. She was drowning in a sea of lust, her world narrowed down to the feel of his mouth on her skin and the pulsing ache between her thighs.

Distantly, she heard the sound of Wesley's footsteps approaching, his long, lithe frame casting a shadow over them. Goldie's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with his, and she saw the same burning desire reflected in his intense stare.

The brothers converged on her, their hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger that left her trembling. Goldie surrendered herself to their ministrations, losing herself in the sensual assault of their touch, their scent, their very presence.

In the shadows, Wesley watches intently as Goldie's mewls of pleasure escape her parted lips. He emerges, roughly claiming her other lips with his own as his hands roam her naked body. Goldie whimpers into his mouth, arching her back to press her soft curves against his hard frame. Wesley's tongue plunders her mouth with a desperate hunger, his fingers kneading the supple flesh of her breasts.

Tobias steps forward, his gaze smoldering with lust as he takes in the erotic tableau. He pulls Goldie away from Wesley, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. Goldie moans wantonly, her body thrumming with arousal as Tobias' calloused hands grip her hips, grinding his growing hardness against her.

Pappa watches from the sidelines, his eyes darkened with desire. He can no longer resist the temptation, stalking towards the trio and pulling Goldie into his embrace. His mouth descends upon hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as his large hands roam her body, mapping every delectable curve.

Goldie is overwhelmed by the sensations, her senses assaulted by the three dominant men. She surrenders herself to their touch, her inhibitions crumbling as she revels in the exquisite pleasure they ignite within her. Their hands, their mouths, their bodies all converge on her, driving her into a frenzy of lust.

Wesley's nimble fingers deftly unlace her corset, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. He latches onto one rosy peak, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh as Goldie arches into him with a strangled cry. Tobias' lips trail a scorching path down her neck, his teeth grazing her delicate skin.

Pappa's rough hands knead the soft swell of her hips, his calloused palms leaving trails of fire in their wake. Goldie is drowning in a sea of sensation, her world narrowed down to the exquisite torment of their touch.

She reaches out, her trembling fingers grasping at the brothers' clothing, desperate to feel their bare skin against her own. With a growl, Tobias rips open his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest. Goldie runs her hands over the rippling planes of his torso, marveling at the sheer power contained within.

Wesley sheds his own shirt, his lithe frame a stark contrast to Tobias' burly build. Goldie's hands roam his lean, sinewy form, her nails raking lightly over his flesh as she revels in the feel of him.

Pappa's calloused palms cup her face, drawing her into a searing kiss that leaves her breathless. Goldie melts into his embrace, her body molding to the hard contours of his own. She can feel the thrum of his heartbeat, the heat of his skin, the unyielding strength that lies within.

The brothers converge on her, their bodies pressing against her in a sensual tangle of limbs. Goldie is surrounded by their scent, their touch, their very presence, and she surrenders herself to the onslaught of pleasure.

The heat in Pappa's eyes was unmistakable, and Goldie felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. Without a word, he joined them, his thick fingers delving into her dripping core as she was sandwiched between their forms.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Goldie moaned loudly as Pappa's fingers worked their magic. Tobias and Wesley continued their ministrations, their hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger that left her trembling.

But as the hours wore on, tempers began to flare. Accusations were hissed between the brothers over who's invention ideas to implement. Goldie watched in confusion as the atmosphere grew tense, their passion turning into a bitter rivalry.

She tried to intervene, to calm them down, but they brushed her off, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Goldie felt a pang of sadness, her heart aching at the thought of losing the brothers she had grown to love.

As the night wore on, the tension only grew worse. Finally, in a fit of desperation, Goldie took matters into her own hands. She stood up, her eyes blazing with determination, and addressed the brothers.

"Enough!" she cried, her voice ringing out in the quiet room. "You're all brilliant inventors, but you're also brothers. You need to learn to work together, to support each other, instead of tearing each other apart."

The brothers looked at her, their expressions softening slightly. They knew she was right, but pride and jealousy had clouded their judgment.

Goldie continued, her voice filled with passion. "I came here seeking knowledge, but I've found something even more valuable. A family, a group of people who care about each other and support each other's dreams. And I won't let you destroy that."

Her words seemed to have an impact, and the brothers slowly began to relax. They looked at each other, their expressions filled with understanding and regret.

Goldie could see the change in their demeanor, and she felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. She had managed to bring them back from the brink, to remind them of the importance of family and unity.

As the night drew to a close, the brothers gathered around Goldie, their arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace. They had put their differences aside, and Goldie knew that they would work together to achieve their goals.

She looked up at them, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. These men had saved her from a life of solitude and loneliness, and in return, she had helped them rediscover the importance of family.

As they drifted off to sleep, Goldie felt a sense of peace and contentment that she had never experienced before. She knew that she had found something truly special in the Burnhardt brothers, and she was grateful for the opportunity to be a part of their lives.

And as she closed her eyes, she knew that their adventures were far from over. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, their bond stronger than ever before.

 

Goldie's heart raced as a hooded figure emerged from the shadows, aiming a strange ray-gun at the team. "Stop this instant or face the consequences!" the baron bellowed, his rasping voice cutting through the tense silence.

Without hesitation, Goldie threw herself in front of the weapon, shielding her beloved brothers. Tobias, ever the protector, lunged at the baron, his powerful frame barreling towards the threat.

A blinding blast echoed through the lab, and Goldie felt a searing pain rip through her body as the ray struck her. Smoke filled the air, obscuring her vision, but she refused to move, determined to keep her brothers safe.

Goldie's lungs burned as she struggled to breathe, the acrid smoke stinging her eyes. She could hear the sounds of the brothers' grunts and the baron's raspy commands, but her world had narrowed to the agony coursing through her veins.

As the smoke began to clear, Goldie's gaze locked with Tobias', his normally smoldering eyes now wide with fear and concern. She tried to speak, to reassure him, but the words caught in her throat, and all she could manage was a feeble cough.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her, and Goldie found herself cradled against Pappa's broad chest. His weathered face was etched with worry, and she could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes.

"Hang on, darlin'," he rumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "We're gonna get you out of here, you hear?"

Goldie wanted to tell him that she was alright, that she could keep fighting, but the pain was overwhelming, and she could feel her consciousness slipping away.

As the world around her faded, she caught a glimpse of Wesley, his usually mischievous features twisted with anguish. He rushed to her side, his long fingers trembling as he checked her vitals.

"We need to get her to the infirmary, now!" he barked, his voice laced with desperation.

Goldie felt herself being lifted, the movement jostling her injured body, and she couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped her lips. She clung to Pappa, her fingers clutching his shirt as if it were a lifeline.

The brothers moved with a sense of urgency, their faces etched with determination as they carried Goldie through the smoke-filled laboratory. Goldie could feel the weight of their worry, the fear that gripped them, and it only served to deepen her own sense of dread.

As they burst out into the sunlight, Goldie's eyes fluttered, her vision swimming. She could hear the baron's laughter, the sound echoing in her ears like a twisted symphony.

"Fools!" he rasped, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you can stop me? This is only the beginning!"

Goldie wanted to scream, to fight back, but the pain was too much, and she felt herself slipping into the darkness.

The brothers moved with a sense of desperation, their footsteps pounding against the cobblestone as they raced towards the infirmary. Goldie could feel the warmth of their bodies, the strength of their arms, and she clung to them with all her remaining strength.

As they burst through the doors of the infirmary, Goldie's vision blurred, and she could barely make out the faces of the doctors and nurses who rushed to her aid. She could hear the brothers' voices, pleading for her to hold on, to stay with them.

But the darkness was closing in, and Goldie felt herself slipping away, the weight of the brothers' worry and the baron's sinister laughter echoing in her mind.

Goldie's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry as she fought against the haze of unconsciousness. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

As the room came into focus, Goldie's heart plummeted. The workshop lay in ruins, debris and shattered machinery strewn about. And there, in the center of the chaos, a motionless form lay on the floor.

Goldie gasped in horror, her breath catching in her throat. "No!" she cried, scrambling to the lifeless body.

She fell to her knees, cradling the man in her arms. Tobias. His eyes were closed, his normally vibrant features slack and pale. Goldie's fingers trembled as she pressed them against his neck, searching desperately for a pulse.

"Tobias, please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Don't leave me."

Tears streamed down her face as she held him close, rocking him gently. The sound of her anguished sobs echoed through the devastated workshop.

Goldie's world had narrowed to this single moment, the weight of her loss crushing her. She had come to love these men, these brilliant, passionate brothers, and now one of them lay motionless in her arms.

"Tobias..." she choked out, her fingers tangling in his soot-stained hair. "I can't... I can't lose you."

The acrid scent of smoke and the hiss of ruptured pipes filled the air, but Goldie was oblivious to everything except the man she held. She pressed her forehead against his, her tears mingling with the soot on his skin.

"Please, Tobias," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't leave me."

But there was no response, no flutter of eyelashes, no gentle rise and fall of his chest. Goldie's heart shattered, the agony of her loss threatening to consume her.

She clutched Tobias' lifeless form, her body wracked with anguished sobs. The brothers had become her family, her beloved, and now one of them was gone.

Goldie's mind reeled, trying to make sense of the devastation that surrounded her. The baron's sinister laughter still echoed in her ears, a cruel reminder of the price they had paid.

As the reality of the situation sank in, Goldie's grief was replaced by a burning anger. She had come to this place seeking knowledge and adventure, but instead, she had found love and now, unimaginable loss.

Her grip on Tobias tightened, her knuckles turning white. She would not let his sacrifice be in vain. Goldie's eyes narrowed, her jaw set with determination.

"I'll make him pay," she growled, the words barely recognizable through her tears. "I'll make that bastard pay."

As she rose to her feet, Goldie's gaze swept across the workshop, searching for any sign of the brothers or the baron. The room was eerily silent, save for the hissing of the damaged machinery.

She steeled herself, her resolve hardening. Goldie would not rest until she had avenged Tobias and ensured the safety of the remaining brothers. They had become her family, and she would do whatever it took to protect them.

With a deep breath, Goldie stepped over the scattered debris, her eyes scanning the room for any clues or weapons she could use. The baron would not escape her wrath, not this time.

Goldie's heart raced as she moved through the workshop, her senses on high alert. She could feel the weight of Tobias' loss pressing down on her, but she pushed it aside, channeling her grief into a steely determination.

As she rounded a corner, a movement in the shadows caught her eye. Goldie tensed, her fingers curling around a nearby wrench, ready to strike.

"Goldie?" a familiar voice called out, weak and trembling.

Goldie's breath caught in her throat as Wesley emerged from the gloom, his clothes torn and his face streaked with soot.

"Wesley!" she cried, rushing to his side. "Are you alright? Where's Pappa?"

Wesley's eyes were haunted, his expression one of profound anguish. "The baron... he..." His voice trailed off, and Goldie felt a cold dread seize her heart.

"No," she breathed, her eyes widening in horror. "Not Pappa, too."

Goldie's heart pounded in her chest as Wesley's words sank in. Pappa, too? She couldn't bear the thought of losing another of the Burnhardt brothers.

"Where is he, Wesley?" she demanded, her voice thick with anguish. "Where's Pappa?"

Wesley's gaze was haunted as he met her eyes. "The baron... he ambushed us. Pappa, he..." The young man's voice broke, and Goldie felt a cold dread settle in the pit of her stomach.

Without another word, Goldie turned and sprinted deeper into the ruined workshop, her mind racing. She had to find Pappa, had to make sure he was alright. Tobias was already gone, and the thought of losing the eldest Burnhardt brother as well was almost more than she could bear.

As Goldie rounded a corner, she spotted a familiar hulking form lying motionless on the ground. "Pappa!" she cried, rushing to his side.

Goldie dropped to her knees, her fingers trembling as she reached for the older man's neck, searching desperately for a pulse. A wave of relief washed over her as she felt the faint flutter of his heartbeat, but Pappa's breathing was shallow and labored.

Quickly, Goldie assessed his injuries, her eyes widening at the sight of the angry red burn that marred his chest. The baron's strange ray-gun had done its damage, and Goldie knew she had to act fast if Pappa was to survive.

Steeling her resolve, Goldie tore a strip of fabric from her skirt and pressed it against the wound, applying firm pressure to stem the bleeding. Pappa groaned, his brow furrowed in pain, and Goldie felt her heart clench.

"Hold on, Pappa," she murmured, her voice laced with determination. "I'm not going to lose you, too."

Goldie's gaze darted around the workshop, searching for anything she could use to help the injured man. Her eyes landed on a discarded wrench, and a spark of fury ignited within her.

The baron would pay for what he had done. Goldie gripped the wrench tightly, her knuckles turning white as she rose to her feet. She would make him suffer, make him feel the same anguish that she and the Burnhardts were enduring.

With a grim expression, Goldie set off, her steps quickening as she followed the trail of destruction. The baron's laughter still echoed in her ears, taunting her, and Goldie's blood boiled with rage.

She rounded a corner, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of the baron's tall, lanky form. He was bent over a workbench, his back turned to her, and Goldie seized the opportunity.

Gripping the wrench tightly, she stalked towards him, her footsteps silent. As she drew closer, she could see the baron's shoulders shake with laughter, and the sound only fueled her fury.

Without hesitation, Goldie raised the wrench and brought it down with all her might, the metal colliding with the baron's skull with a sickening crack. The baron crumpled to the floor, his limbs splayed out in an unnatural position, and Goldie felt a grim satisfaction wash over her.

She stood over the fallen man, her chest heaving, the wrench still clutched in her hand. The baron's rasping cough echoed through the silence, and Goldie felt a surge of hatred course through her.

"This is for Tobias," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. She raised the wrench again, bringing it down with even more force, the metal connecting with the baron's skull again and again.

Goldie didn't stop until the baron lay motionless, his pale eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling. Only then did she allow the wrench to slip from her grasp, her hands trembling.

She stood there, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her ears. The weight of what she had done settled on her shoulders, but Goldie knew that she had no regrets. The baron had taken so much from her, from the Burnhardts, and she had made him pay.

With a deep breath, Goldie turned and hurried back to where she had left Pappa. The older man was still unconscious, his breathing shallow, and Goldie knew she had to act quickly.

She tore more strips from her skirt, using them to bandage Pappa's wounds as best she could. Her fingers moved with a practiced efficiency, her mind focused solely on the task at hand.

As she worked, Goldie's gaze drifted to Tobias' still form, and her heart ached. She had lost one of the brothers, and the thought of it was almost too much to bear. But she couldn't allow herself to be consumed by grief, not now. She had to save the others, had to make sure they survived.

With renewed determination, Goldie turned her attention to Wesley, who had remained silent throughout the ordeal. The young man's eyes were wide with shock, his face pale, and Goldie knew he was in need of her help as well.

"Wesley," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I need you to stay with me, okay? I'm going to take care of you and Pappa, but I need your help."

Wesley blinked, his gaze slowly focusing on Goldie's face. He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line, and Goldie felt a surge of pride. These Burnhardt men were strong, and she knew they would weather this storm, no matter the cost.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Goldie set to work, tending to Wesley's injuries and ensuring that Pappa's condition remained stable. She would not rest until her family was safe, no matter what it took.

Goldie hovered anxiously as the doctor tended to Tobias, her heart pounding in her chest. After the harrowing events, seeing the powerful blacksmith lying motionless had nearly broken her. But now, as the doctor's skilled hands worked to close the wounds, a glimmer of hope bloomed within her.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, but finally, the doctor stepped back with a nod. "He'll be just fine. The injuries were severe, but he's a strong one. He just needs time to rest and recover."

Goldie exhaled a shaky breath, relief washing over her. Tobias was alive. She moved to his bedside, her gaze drinking in every detail of his rugged features. The soot had been wiped away, revealing the chiseled planes of his face. Goldie reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw reverently.

"Tobias," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She leaned in, her lips pressing against his in a tender, achingly gentle kiss. All the fear, the despair, and the love she felt poured into that single moment, and Goldie clung to him as if her very life depended on it.