“Adriano,” Bobby says quietly. “Is everything good?”
Adriano shakes his head like he’s flicking off a fly. “I thought she’d come storming up here and start… it doesn’t matter.”
Doc stretches, still naked and entirely comfortable. “Well since you’re here, Adriano, pull up a chair. Grab a drink.”
He makes an angry bull noise, and his gaze drops to January’s face. She’s peeking at him from between her fingers, and her cheeks are red. A throb goes through my cock. Somehow, after all we’ve done to her, she’s still not finished.
“We fucked her,” Doc says lazily. “Front and back. She’s come about four times now. Squirted too.”
“Guys!” January whispers.
“Quiet,bella,” I tell her, wiping away the last of my orgasm. I address Adriano. “Something is happening between us and this girl. This is your chance to decide if you want to be a part of it.”
For a second Adriano merely stares, longing and disgust warring on his scarred face. Then he turns for the door. My chest contracts. After everything, this is how it ends.
“Wait!” January pushes away from me and gets to her feet. “They said it, Adriano! They all admitted they would have done exactly what you did.”
He paused. “They what?”
“They apologized. Or as good as. Doesn’t that change things? Doesn’t it make them better?”
Silence falls over the dining room. Even Doc doesn’t puncture it with whatever dumbass thing is running through his head. Adriano turns grey-faced, and uglier than I remember, scarred and insolent and stubborn as a mule. I find myself thinking of a night in Barcelona many years ago when a stranger shoved a broken bottle in my face. I was drunk and confused and before I could act Adriano appeared out of nowhere and put the guy’s lights out. He’d protected me before as a business partner, but that night he protected me as a brother. For no reason I could see other than that he wanted me to be safe.
“Come home,” I tell Rossi. “Or at least come and shower in the house, for fuck’s sake.”
A smile lifts one corner of Adriano’s mouth. “I’ll think about it.”
January smiles and so does Bobby.
Doc tosses the bottle of JB to his friend. “Come watch.”
“Why should he watch?” I say, sliding my hand down January’s back. “We’ve been taking Miss Whitehall’s virginity, Rossi. Would you like to finish?”
Adriano unscrews the cap of the JB and drinks long and deep. “Dunno.”
“I suppose I’m asking the wrong person. January, would you like to be fucked by Adriano Rossi?”
She trembles against my palm, goose bumps racing up her spine.
“You can’t see this,” I tell Adriano. “But she’s trembling for you.”
He makes a low, animalistic noise. The woods seem to have turned him wilder. Less human.
“I don’t know if she should,” Doc says slowly. “He’s fucking huge. There’s every chance he’ll ruin that pussy.”
I hadn’t considered this. Adriano is easily the most well-endowed out of all four of us. Seasoned whores have taken one look at him and refused their services. I glance at January and seem to see her slightness anew. Aside from her breasts and ass, she’s really quite tiny and her pale flesh is already covered in marks. “Bella, maybe you should just get on your knees for him? You’ve endured enough pain for one day.”
“Guys,” January says. “I don’t think…”
Adriano’s nostrils flare like an angry bull. “You’re offering me something you don’t want to give, Morelli? What a fucking surprise.”
“It’s not that we don’t want to give it,” Doc drawls. “We just don’t want you breaking our new toy.”
“At least not during her first time,” Bobby says. “JJ, maybe you can just jack him off?”
January dips her chin. “I—”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Adriano growls at Bobby and Doc. “I have as much of a right to take her as either of you.”
