Page 60 of The Arianna Arrangement

We stayed in that position, our foreheads pushed together, soft kisses being exchanged as we caught our breath. Finally, he pulled out and tucked my panties back into place. As he zipped up his pants, I felt some of his cum drip out of me. With the thong, my pussy was barely covered, so it started to work its way down my leg.

Quickly, I wiped it up on my finger, Tucker’s eyes tracking the motion. I couldn’t help myself, wanting to rile him up a little, as I slipped the finger in my mouth and moaned.

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t be able to get hard again that quickly. But between that sight, and knowing that my cum’s gonna be dripping down your thighs until we get home, I think I’m about to set a refractory record for myself.”

“You mean, I’m setting it, because every bit of what you just mentioned involves me.”

I absolutely loved the cocky grin that graced his face. “It sure does, baby. You’re the only woman that does it for me.”

Before I could say anything else, commotion from the bonfire pulled our attention.

“Leyla!” Bradley’s voice was loud enough that both Tuck and I heard him without issue. Hell, the whole community probably did and we were far out of town.

Hand in hand we hustled back to where the party was. When we emerged from the woods, my eyes scanned the area for my friend, but I didn’t see her anywhere.

“You!” Bradley’s attention was on me and he approached quickly, a little wobble to his steps showing just how drunk he was. “Where’s that whore friend of yours?”

Tucker stepped between us, probably to keep me from pushing the asswipe into the fire and getting locked up on murder charges. But Bradley didn’t realize just how badly he’d messed up. People knew Tucker as Zephyr’s son. As the Givenchy heir. They dismissed him like he wasn’t a threat.

That was a mistake.

Even if Tucker hadn’t had to initiate into the Vitale family, none of the Givenchy men were weak. Apollo had trained them all from an early age to be able to take care of themselves and the women in the family.

Tucker’s right hand whipped out and grabbed Bradley by the neck, squeezing a little and lifting, putting the boy completely at his mercy. I’d never seen Tucker use that move, but it was a go to move for Elio and I wondered if that’s where my husband had learned it.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you will not raise your voice to my wife, and you will not disrespect my sister like that, do you understand me?”

Bradley nodded as best as he could, but I could tell by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished. Tucker released him just as Leyla and Jack emerged from the woods.

Potter stepped up to Tucker’s side in a show of strength as Leyla came stomping up to us. I moved around to Tuck’s other side so I had a good vantage point for the show.

“What the fuck do you want, Bradley? Why are you out here shouting my name like you have any right to?”

As I stood next to my bestie, I bumped my pinky against hers. It was subtle, so no one would see it, but it was the signal we’d come up with when we first became friends to show the other we were there and had their back.

Brennan stepped up to us, taking Tucker’s other side and as much as I hated to, I moved over so he could. I understood family hierarchy as much as anyone, so I knew the importance of the three of them standing shoulder to shoulder, the heir, his second, and his muscle. Brennan had been taking that role seriously the past couple of years and had bulked up.

Bradley didn’t seem to care that three Givenchy men were staring him down. His eyes stayed glued to Leyla. “Leyla, baby. I miss you. I know I fucked up, but you’re my world.”

I guffawed. “Weren’t you just calling her a whore?”

Bradley pointed a finger in my direction as he yelled. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

That was the wrong move.

Tucker’s fist connected with Bradley’s jaw before anyone, even Potter and Brennan, saw it coming. “What did I tell you about raising your voice towards my wife?” The drunk asshole stumbled, but stayed up right.

The punch, however, seemed to draw Bradley’s attention to the guys staring him down. The united front of men that could beat the shit out of him while he stood alone.

His eyes flicked between each of them, back to me, to Leyla who stood wrapped in Jack’s arms. “Fine.” His attention turned back to Tucker and I licked my lips in anticipation. I’d learned to read people a long time ago and I knew he was about to say something that would end up in violence. “Her pussy’s too used up to be worth fighting for anyway.”

It all happened quickly, and for the first time ever, I saw the next Givenchy leaders working the way they were meant to. Potter grabbed Tucker and pulled him back to keep him from throwing Bradley into the fire. Something that I would have enjoyed watching, but the fallout would not have been worth it. And Brennan threw the meanest right hook I’d ever seen, instantly knocking Bradley out.

No one, not a single person, stepped up to try to soften his fall or make sure he didn’t hit his head too hard.

Christian grabbed me and Leyla by the arm, pulling us towards the cars. “We’ve gotta go.”

Sean was ushering all three of the guys that way and soon, we were in our SUV, all five of us heading back to the house.