Made Men 4: One More Time (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “I still think you’d be safest with them. Don’t you feel it when you are with them? Safe? Attracted to them? I mean they are legit,” Giada said to her.

  “The attraction is not the problem,” Gisella whispered and played with her half-empty glass of Patron.

  “Hell, Gisella, how was it when Fedarro and Collin kissed you? What did you feel like doing?” Fina asked.

  “Going home with them. Letting them do whatever they wanted to do to me. It was wild. Like nothing I ever felt before. When Fedarro kissed me, he held my neck and jaw, in a such a possessive manner I swear I felt…” She shook her head.

  “Wet?” Giada asked.

  “Oh my God, that is awesome. I want to get kissed like that,” Fina stated.

  “Me, too,” Donata said.

  “We all do, and when that does happen, I won’t be sitting here with you guys talking about how wet it made me. I would be enjoying more kisses and getting some,” Giada said very seriously.

  Gisella burst out laughing. The others did, too, and then she looked at her watch. “I can’t do that. I’m not ready. I hardly know them. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

  “Then keep them wanting it and get that date, or whatever time you need before you let loose and live. Just don’t push them away and play any games. You wouldn’t want them playing games with you. Be honest. Maybe they’ll get it,” Giada said to her.

  Gisella nodded. “I’m going to head home. I don’t want to ruin your chances of getting some,” she teased and stood.

  They chuckled.

  “Are you sure?” Fina asked.

  Gisella nodded. They said good-bye, and then Gisella started walking toward the crowd when some drunk guy grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her against him. Her friends jumped up, but Ziek was already there, yanking the guy away from Gisella, punching him out, and then sending him onto his ass. Gisella felt the tear in her dress, and Ziek yanked off his jacket, wrapped her in it, and pulled her from the bar. She glanced at her friends, who looked shocked, and then Giada pointed at the guy on the ground and laughed.

  Ziek held her close. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he scolded.

  “I’m fine. Just shocked, and my dress. Jesus, it could have fallen down right there in front of everyone.”

  “It didn’t, though.”

  He held her against his side, and they waited all of about ten seconds before the SUV skidded up and parked. Cobra got out and opened the door.

  “Some dick fucking mauled her in there.”

  “What?” she heard Cobra ask.

  The guy in the front driver’s seat looked back at her. “Are you okay, miss?”

  “I’m fine. I’m sorry to be a bother. I don’t know what the hell that guy was thinking or why he did that.” She held Ziek’s jacket tightly around her. He was texting on his phone as Cobra sat across from her.

  “What happened?” he asked, and Ziek explained. “Did you check her for injuries?” Cobra asked.

  “I’m fine. He ripped the dress, and the straps came undone.”

  Cobra narrowed his eyes at Ziek.

  “I got my jacket on her before anyone saw a thing,” he said.

  “Just take me home, please. I just need to go home. It’s been a hell of a night,” she said.

  They were quiet, and she leaned back, keeping the jacket tight and hoping when they got to her apartment that it wouldn’t fall off as she walked. She heard her cell phone go off and pulled it from her bag. She held it on her lap while using her other hand to keep the jacket over her.

  Ziek was right next to her and read the text. “We need to talk.” She glanced at Ziek, and he held her gaze.

  She exhaled, looked down, started to text, then erased it, and put her phone away. She looked out the window and thought about what had happened. She hated the single life. She hated going to bars and clubs and getting hit on but liked hanging out with her friends and enjoying the conversation. She was a professional woman, twenty-five years old, had her own hefty bank account and investments, and was set for life. She surely didn’t need a man to survive or to be happy. Why was it that men thought they had the right to touch or grab at a woman? It pissed her off.

  Then she thought about what could have happened if Ziek hadn’t been there—which made her think of Fedarro and Collin. What would have happened if she’d stayed with them tonight? If she’d taken them up on their offer to spend time together? She wasn’t going to jump into bed with them, yet the thought kept popping into her head. Was she rushing things? Was she already falling into the trap made men set for their female prey?

  That didn’t feel right, nor did accusing them of having bad intentions or just wanting her in their bed like a lot of men she met. Could she take a chance on them? See what happened and then decide? Her head ached, and when the SUV stopped, Cobra moved toward the door.

  “Are you okay to walk, or do you need me to carry you up?” he asked.

  She widened her eyes. “Seriously?” she asked, holding the jacket tight.

  “Ziek said the straps came undone. We all saw that dress tonight. It looked to be what kept it together on you,” he said calmly.

  “I would rather walk. Thank you. But I suppose if it starts to fall, carrying me isn’t going to make things better. It may make it worse,” she said.

  “I doubt that, except from the bosses’ perspectives,” Ziek teased.

  She smiled. “Here we go. God, don’t make this a worse ending to an already-crazy night. Please.” She got out of the SUV, held the jacket in the front, and her hand on her lower back as they got into the building. She saw that Mark from security was there. He gave her a wink, and they all headed into the elevator.

  “Well, so far so good,” Cobra said.

  The elevator doors opened, and there stood Fedarro and Collin. Her jaw dropped. “What are you doing here?” she asked, and Roman held her apartment door open.

  “Are you okay?” Fedarro asked, cupping her cheeks and holding her gaze.

  “Did the guy hurt her? Did you look her over?” Collin asked Ziek.

  “She wouldn’t let us. Said she was okay. I got to her fast enough,” Ziek said.

  “Apparently not fast enough,” Fedarro said firmly to Ziek.

  “No, Fedarro. He did. It was very quick. The guy just came at me, wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me close as he grabbed my ass. The next thing I felt was the strap rip and then Ziek yanking the guy off of me and slugging him. He got his jacket on me superfast, so no one saw a thing. Really, Superman couldn’t have gotten the job done quicker,” she said, rambling.

  They were all quiet and seemed to be waiting for Fedarro’s response. It was like they were on pins and needles because Fedarro and Collin were the bosses and expected perfection, and here she was causing problems.

  “Great. Now he’ll be referring to himself as Superman,” Collin stated, smirking.

  Fedarro narrowed his eyes at her before looking at Ziek. “Good job.”

  “Let’s get her inside,” Collin said, and Roman came out as they walked in.

  “Hey, how did you get in here?” she asked.

  “I said security sucked,” Fedarro stated.

  “Oh wait, Ziek’s jacket.”

  “Can you take it off?” Collin asked.

  “I think so.” She held the back of her dress as Collin removed the jacket. She gripped the front just as it started to fall slightly.

  Fedarro handed it to Roman and closed the door.

  “I should go change.” She started to step back.

  “Wait,” Fedarro commanded.

  She stopped, widening her eyes, and he walked closer. “Fedarro.”

  “I want to make sure that you’re not injured,” he said and placed a hand on her hip. His forearm was against her waist, and he moved behind her. “Shit,” he said aloud.

  Collin joined him. “I hope Ziek knocked the asshole out.”

  “What is it?” she asked, trying to look over her shoulder while h
olding the front and back of the dress. It lowered more. Then she gasped as lips pressed against her bare skin near her ribs. She felt Fedarro’s palm over her belly. She looked at Collin as Fedarro kissed her skin; trailed his lips along her spine, his scruff tickling her sensitive skin and arousing her; and to her arm and shoulder as he stood.

  Collin cupped her cheeks. “You should have been with us, where we could have protected you.”

  Oh God no. No don’t fall for their words, for their tone of voices, and for their touch. No, no, no. Be strong, or you’ll regret this.

  Collin pressed his lips to hers and slowly plunged his tongue into her mouth. Fedarro’s lips pressed along her neck. Then the strap on her shoulder fell, and his mouth sought out her breast.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  She felt her breasts emerge from confinement. He cupped one in his large palm as he sucked the tip. She moaned into Collin’s mouth, and Collin slid a hand over her ass and massaged and squeezed her ass cheek as he held her jaw and chin while he kissed her. It was too much. She pulled back.

  “Stop. We have to stop. I can’t allow this,” she said to them.

  Both men held her close. Fedarro remained cupping her breast. Collin squeezed her ass.

  “Can’t allow this? What do you mean by that? How can you deny this attraction and what the three of us want?” Collin asked her.

  “Because it will only lead to heartache for me. I can’t go through that. I can’t accept this, and I won’t be some one-night stand or some fling, a woman you both get to fuck and then be done with. I just can’t do that.”

  “What do you want a proposal of marriage? A guaranteed commitment?” Fedarro barked at her.

  She gulped at his control and command. His words made her feel stupid. Seriously, what did she want from them, from any man she was interested in? Surely not a proposal of marriage or a signed document to stay with her for a certain period and not cheat on her or use her. They were gorgeous, lethal, and she was curious about what their bodies must look like and lusted to feel more. They played her body like the strings of a violin, stroking, teasing, eliciting sounds of pleasure and desire like no other. Was it just the ménage thing or what? This was bad—oh so bad—and she had promised herself never again to trust a man, never mind a made man, and definitely two was a mistake.

  “That’s what I thought. You’re scared for other reasons. Tell us so we can move on and enjoy what’s happening here,” Fedarro demanded in that tone of his.

  The damn control freak. Why the hell did that affect her in such a way she couldn’t think? She stared at him, unsure what to say or do. “Fedarro, it’s…”

  She looked down, closed her eyes, and couldn’t fight how good it felt to be held between them. He cupped her breast in his warm hand while stroking her nipple with his thumb. Collin squeezed her ass and massaged it. Torture. Pure torture. She couldn’t even think straight. Images flashed in her head.

  She thought about Vender and about telling them about him and what had happened. Then she thought better of it, and the words just came out.

  “I’m not sleeping with you. You haven’t even asked me out on a date. I’ve never slept with a man I just met or didn’t know well enough. I don’t care how good it feels when you touch me and kiss me. Both of you. That’s another thing. I’ve never been with two men. Definitely not two men like you. Also, I’m pretty damn independent. I can take care of myself, and—”

  Fedarro pulled her into his arms and kept a palm against her cheek. “You’re rambling, number one, and number two, you weren’t able to take care of yourself tonight. Ziek had to step in. So don’t stand here and tell me how damn independent you are right now. I can’t see it or accept it. You’re a beautiful, smart, classy woman. We want you. Collin and I always get what we want.

  “As far as first dates go, we’ll take you on one. We want to spend time with you and to get to know you. That means exploring these feelings we have and exploring this body. How the fuck could we not want to take you to bed and make love to you after seeing you in this dress, watching other men want you, and knowing that you got hurt? Some guy mauled you, and we might not have been there if we listened to you stating you can take care of yourself.” He pressed closer and kissed her hard on the mouth, with determination and a hint of annoyance.

  Collin pulled her hand back behind her as he kissed along her neck and pressed up behind her. The move caused her dress to fall in the front, and Fedarro cupped her breast and tugged on the nipple as Collin slid his hand under her dress and right to her panties.

  “Let us pleasure you at least,” Collin whispered into her ear.

  A moment later his fingers thrust into her cunt, and she moaned into Fedarro’s mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Let go. Fuck, you’re so hot and wet. Let me in. Ride my fingers, and then we’re going to taste you,” Collin told her.

  Fedarro released her lips, and she moaned and felt her body erupt. Fedarro’s mouth landed on her breast and nipple, and he feasted on her. As she came, she shook and struggled to be free, to touch Fedarro, but Collin continued restraining her wrists with one hand while he stroked her cunt with the other fingers. It turned her on and apparently turned them on, too.

  “I need a taste,” Fedarro said.

  “Me, too,” Collin stated.

  He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and a moment later she was in the air and being carried to the sofa. Fedarro laid her on the couch, shoved up her dress, and fell between her legs. Her panties, so thin, tore like thread, and his mouth was on her cunt a moment later.

  “Fedarro,” She cried out and gripped his head as he sucked so hard on her clit she shivered. Then Collin was next to her, kneeling on the floor and cupping her breast.

  “Jesus, woman, you are fucking perfect. My God, I can’t even fit your breast in my hand. Fuck,” he said as he cupped a breast and then sucked on the tip.

  The sight of their determined expressions, of their mouths on her flesh, of the scruff along their cheeks, and of how they were dressed in their suits, the guns in their holsters, the power and control mind-blowing—she was rocking her hips, loving the feel of these two men feasting on her when she moaned, felt her core tighten, and came again.

  * * * *

  Fedarro and Collin held her between them on the couch. Collin was stroking her bare thigh. Gisella had her legs crossed and a blanket over her. She leaned her head against Fedarro’s chest. Her dress sat in a ball on the coffee table.

  “I really liked that dress,” she whispered.

  “We did too and hoped it would wind up off you in our presence,” Collin said to her with a hint of anger in his tone. The thought of some guy grabbing her and damaging her dress, perhaps attempting to do worse made him feel angry, possessive, and protective. How the hell were they going to leave her tonight? When could they see her again? How much time would pass, and would it drive him insane to be apart from her? Collin was losing his mind and his control. This wasn’t good. Perhaps slow was the best thing after all.

  The two of them were so hard, so rough, and so demanding, yet they were gentle with her when they touched her, caressed her, and cared for her after their little exploration session. Why she was saying no to letting them take her to bed tonight was torture.

  “Well, we partially got our wishes,” Fedarro teased and stroked her skin under the blanket and right to her pussy.

  “Oh really?” she asked, pushing his hand away, sitting up, and holding the blanket over her breasts.

  Collin looked at her. She was gorgeous, sexy, and the small blanket couldn’t hide her abundant breasts and amazing body. She looked incredible, and he really wanted to stay and make love to her, to feel those full sexy lips wrap around his cock and make him come again and again. He licked his lips and reached out to stroke her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. She closed her eyes and exhaled. She felt it, too. Why the fuck were they allowing her to say no to them staying? Any other woman would be call
ing out their names right now. Fuck.

  Fedarro caressed her bare back. “Can your mom fix it?”

  Gisella looked surprised. “Maybe, but then I would have to explain how it wound up off me.”

  Collin lifted her up and onto his lap. She gasped and tried covering herself up, but the blanket fell. She grabbed for it, and he shook his head.

  “One more taste, and a little more exploring.” He leaned closer and kissed her lips and then down her neck and shoulder to her breasts.

  “Collin. We’ve done enough in one night,” she said to him and cupped his cheek, making his mouth fall from her breast.

  Fedarro sat forward and stroked her arm. She looked at him. He held her gaze and spoke firmly. “One more taste and a little exploring. Then we head home.”

  His brother had a way about him. Demand, order, command—it was all the same. When Fedarro spoke, people listened and reacted accordingly.

  Collin watched her hold Fedarro’s gaze, and then she let the blanket fall as she leaned toward him, ran her fingers through his hair, and kissed him. She was a natural submissive, a woman aiming to please them, a woman smart enough to know that when Fedarro and Collin Fiore commanded, she obeyed, and it felt different, special. Fedarro latched onto one breast, and Collin latched onto the other. His final thought was about taking what she would give them tonight and about knowing that the next time they were together, they would claim her as their woman and work on learning her fears and everything about her—including her connection to the Picatta family and how things were going to change drastically.

  Chapter 6

  “It will work out if we use them,” Stollen said to York St. James.

  “I think so, too. Perhaps a little hit on Emanuel and Iglesias. We could get them concerned about purchasing the club in the neighborhood, but since they signed the contracts as well as the deal to give me thirty percent of their street earnings, I think it’s a solid plan. Then I can offer to be partners with the club, owning sixty percent, setting me to top position anyway. They’re stupid enough and greedy enough to fall into this trap.”