I think that we’re done. My body is trembling, its reserves depleted and I’m about to climb off Joey but Sisco kneels behind me and before I can say anything he slams himself in deep in my ass.
I scream in both pleasure and pain at the sudden intrusion.
I look over my shoulder at him as Joey reaches up, his fingers finding my mouth. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip as I stare at Sisco, my mouth open in a gasp, my eyes watering.
I can’t take any more.
I can’tnottake any more.
I want all of it, everything that these men have to give me.
I never want it to stop.
“Please,” I whisper, sucking Joey’s thumb into my mouth.
Sisco places his hands on my shoulders and I lean my head to the side, resting my cheek against his tattooed hands.
Sisco fucks me for what seems like forever. Until time and space don’t exist anymore and my body is a temple of pleasure. Joey is still soft inside of me, but he grows harder with each thrust of Sisco, until he begins to move and fuck me to.
Cocks slide in and out of my body over and over, until each man becomes a blur. It’s Joey that’s fucking me, and then it’s Dominic again. He’s wider and he stretches me almost painfully. And the whole time, Sisco is behind me, hands wrapped around me, nipping at my flesh while he fucks my ass.
I come again, several times, we all do. And then I pass out in a tangle of beautiful limbs that wrap me in their embrace. I sleep for what feels like a hundred years, my body sore and well spent, my mind soothed and calm for the first time in years.
I’ve never felt so desired and happy, and I realize that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, in their arms.
Chapter 13.
Dominic
I sip on my bourbon, my gaze on the fire burning inside the fireplace in my father’s study. I’m bare-chested, with only a pair of dress pants on and feeling completely comfortable in my own home for the first time in years. It’s late and everyone is sleeping but me. I like this time to myself though. It’s my time to gather my thoughts and reconcile my actions for the day. Normally I’m putting to rest the dark things I’ve done that day—dark things that have usually ended in blood and death—but not tonight.
Tonight, I’m thinking of Natalia.
Not just her body, but her,Natalia, and everything that makes her. I don’t like secrets. Secrets are the sins of the Devil, and they bring nothing but misery. But I have a secret so big that it could blow up our very happiness, and it’s making me sick. One secret leads to another secret and another, until it’s just a spindle of lies and deceit.
I need to tell her the truth, I realize with dark dread.
Natalia has become something special to us all, including Eva and our mom. She’s one of us now, and I can’t keep these secrets from her for much longer—not if we want to keep her. If she finds out on her own, she’ll never forgive me.
The sound of footsteps outside the door has me looking up, and I watch as the handle turns and Sisco walks in. He’s never been much of a sleeper, but I would have thought that after tonight he would have slept like the dead.
“Brother,” he grunts, strutting across the room to get himself a drink.
He’s barefoot too and wearing only a T-shirt and boxer briefs. Once he has a drink, he sits opposite me and drags a hand down his sleepy face, trying to wake himself up.
“What time is it?” he asks.
I check my Rolex. “One thirty,” I reply, and take another sip.
We sit in comfortable silence for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts, and it’s not long before Joey comes down to meet us too.
“Oh for fuck’s sakes, brothers, can’t I get a moment’s peace to myself?” I say with only a touch of annoyance.
For as far back as I can remember, my brothers and I have shared everything. We should have been triplets; our bond is that strong. We’ve been each other’s shadows through the years; where one of us goes, the others usually follow shortly after. But I never thought we’d find a woman to mutually satisfy all three of us. But Natalia, my sweet Natalia, has turned out to be completely perfect in every way.
“Tell me we’re keeping her, brother,” Joey says ignoring my outburst. He pours himself a shot of vodka and throws it to the back of his throat before pouring a second one right after. “Dominic?”
He sounds desperate and he looks it when he turns to me. He won’t give her up without a fight if that were going to be the case. But it’s not.
