“When I come I want to come in that pussy,” Damon said.
“Oh! Oh God,” she screamed as she came.
“I’m there, baby. Fuck, you’re so tight,” Drover grunted and came next.
Grady exhaled and thrust three more times, then held her hips tight.
“Mine,” he said and shot his load, shivering as a tingling sensation filtered through his body. He opened his eyes and locked gazes with Berlin before she hugged him tight. He ran his hands along her back and she moaned when Drover pulled from her ass.
“I need you,” Damon said to her. She lifted up to look at him and as she moved, Grady lifted her to his brother. He watched Damon pull her into his arms and carry her from the living room.
Grady stared at Drover, who sat on the rug breathing heavily. Their gazes locked.
“We’re in deep shit. I’ve never felt anything like this. It was never like this.”
“I know, because Berlin feels it, too, and she isn’t faking anything.” Grady stood up and grabbed his boxers. He looked at Damon and caught his expression change, which seemed somber.
“What’s wrong?”
Drover stood up and grabbed his pants, pulling them on. He looked at Grady.
“I’m calling in a few of my people. This guy, Forte, had some men come to take Corporal out. He eliminated them, and one he recognized as an associate to this guy Rogan Launders. He’s a known criminal. Been incarcerated before, which Corporal believes is why he’s so desperate to get him killed. Launders was part of this operation of dealing illegal goods. Things people can’t get on the streets but the black market. There’s a connection in New York, and I need to grab a few people and get things taken care of while Corporal makes his way here.”
“What about the case? I thought Corporal was thinking he was close to finding Forte and getting him arrested, ending this all.”
“There’s a rat leaking information that the feds are collecting. Corporal can’t trust any of these men involved in the investigation. He sent me everything he has in case he’s killed along the way.”
“Fuck. What do we do to help him? To be able to get him here so we can protect him and Berlin?” Grady asked.
“I’m contacting Apollo Corbias. I’m going to ask Micah, Jace, and Graham to help me out with this. They know some people in the department they can trust.”
“Holy shit. This is deep. How do you know this won’t make more trouble than there already is?”
“I don’t, Grady, but taking out Forte and saving Corporal is my top priority. I’ve got enough inside people to warn me if something pops up unexpected. We have to help him end this. There’s bad cops, bad agents, and Corporal said Landers and Forte will send whomever they can to find Berlin and kill her since she’s the only witness they have to those murders and the cops being shot.”
Grady clenched his teeth. “She’s our woman. The one we’ve been waiting for. I know it. There’s no way I’m going to let these men hurt her or our brother. We can eliminate them all in our own way. Damon will want to take action when you update him, too.”
“I know, and it may come down to that. People are going to know where we are, and come looking very soon.”
“Then we take her into the mountains.”
“The cold temperatures are coming. Keeping low, no fires, she isn’t trained for that. It could make for disaster.”
“If we wait for Corporal to come here, and we gather everything we need, we can maybe hole up in that fort we used to use years ago.”
“Jesus, that shit shack is probably a bundle of wood by now.”
“We built it strong and it’s hidden well.”
“We’ll see. Maybe with our friends’ help we can find Forte and Landers before they find us.”
* * * *
“Are you okay? Not sore?” Damon asked Berlin. He lay with her on the bed stroking her thigh with them facing one another. She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed.
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
He squinted at her and continued to stroke her thigh with his palm. She was silky, sexy, and feminine.
“You liked it? Felt how close we all were connected like that?”
She slowly inched her fingers toward his chest, like she was hesitant.
“It was like nothing I ever felt before.”
“Good.”
Her fingers were inches from his skin, not touching him, but he could feel her heat, sense his need to feel her skin against his. He held her gaze.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked her.
She nibbled her bottom lip and looked over his tattoos and muscles. He was three times her size. He could roll over her and crush her with all his weight. She seemed intimidated.
“You’re a big man. All these tattoos and the piercing and muscles, and knowing that you’re a soldier, yes, it scares me and arouses me.”
He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. His cock hardened.
“Never be afraid of me. Know that I would move heaven and earth to protect you, to have you close, to be inside of you.”
He never spoke so much in his life and never to a woman. Berlin got to him in every sense of the words.
She inched closer.
“I…”
She pressed her lips to his and he felt like she needed to be in control. It was rough not acting on his desires to roll her to her back and fuck her until he was satisfied that she belonged to him and his brothers and cousin only and would never stray. It was wild, intense, but he tightened up and allowed her the control so she wouldn’t fear him.
He rolled to his back and she climbed over him, continuing to kiss his mouth, run her hands along his body and he had to participate. His palms slid along her curves, and as he caressed her ass, she slid lower and licked his nipple and the piercing.
“You like when women tug on it hard?” she asked, sounding shaky.
He gripped her hips. Held her gaze. “I’ll like whatever you do to me. No other women matter, Berlin. Just like no other men matter from your past.” He stroked her hair from her cheeks.
“I only had sex one time, and I mean one time.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Seriously?”
She nodded and then licked his nipple and tugged the ring. He squinted and exhaled.
“Then you don’t know anything about sex, about being made love to.”
“No, but you’ll show me, right? You and your brothers and Corporal will teach me to make you happy?” she asked him and his heart ached so deep.
He cupped her cheeks and pulled her closer to look her in the eyes.
“Baby, you please us by accepting us. By letting us love you, by being honest and not hiding from us.”
“I can do that.”
“I know you can. Just tell us what you want. Don’t hold back. Ever.”
She stared at him and licked her lips.
“I want you inside of me, claiming me, too, Damon. No more talking,” she said and he almost chuckled.
“Be careful, Berlin, I can tell already that I have a very salacious appetite when it comes to you and this sexy body.” He rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs with his. He ran his palms from her breast to her arms and placed them above her head.
“Keep them up there, woman, or else.”
She shivered and held his gaze and he lowered down and kissed her chin, then her neck, her breasts, licking, tugging on her nipples before sliding his tongue and teeth along her ribs and belly.
“You know what would look good on you? Body jewelry. Maybe nipple clamps, a belly ring, and a clamp on this tight, sexy little clit.” His mouth tugged on each part as he said the words and then nipped her clit.
“Damon.” She moaned and tilted her breasts and pelvis upward. He suckled and nipped her clit, her pussy lips, and then her groin. She was squirming and moaning when he felt her hands in his hair. He stopped, narrowed his eyes at her.
“Did I not warn you?” he asked. Her eyes widened and
he lifted up, flipped her onto her belly, and began to spank her ass.
“Damn!” she cried out.
He pulled her down to the edge of the bed and slid his fingers into her cunt from behind. He stroked and thrust his fingers faster and faster into her using his palm to slap her ass.
“Oh God. Oh!” She screamed her release and came all over his fingers.
He pulled her back, flipped her onto her back, spread her thighs, and pressed her hands above her head.
“Who’s in charge in the bedroom?” he demanded to know, touching her, spreading her thighs while caressing her open.
“You, Damon. You, oh God, you!” she cried out and thrust her hips upward.
He fell forward, gripping her wrists, pressing his thighs against her thighs.
“That’s right. I am,” he stated and slid his cock into her cunt and thrust all the way in as he plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same time.
He felt her tighten up and then moan. He held himself inside of her. Tight, hot, he was overwhelmed with desire to claim her and to feel more of this sensational feeling.
He slid his hands from her wrists to her armpits, releasing her mouth so they could breathe. He gave her arms a tap.
“Keep them up there. I want you open, exposed, offering me all of you at all times.”
Her breath sounded unsteady and she gulped. He pulled out and slowly sunk back into her depths. He ran his palms along her abundant breasts and held her ribcage while using both thumbs to stroke her nipples. She was petite, and the sight of his large hands holding her in place aroused him, made him feel protective and determined to claim her and mark her his woman. He slid his palms to her hips and continued to thrust into her cunt faster, harder, deeper. He pulled her lower so her ass was off the bed and he stood up, thrusting into her as deeply as he could get.
“More, Damon. Harder,” she demanded and he roared with every thrust. When she lifted up, spread her thighs wider, allowing him control of her body, he pounded into her depths. Her shoulders rested on the bed, but the rest up her was up and against his hips, and lifted in the air.
“Mine forever, Berlin. All fucking mine,” he said and she screamed her release. He felt the flood gates open and his balls slapped against her ass. He reached under her, spread her cream over her anus and slid a finger into her ass.
“Damon. Oh. Oh!” she cried out and that was it. He pulled his finger from her ass, gripped her hips, and thrust and stroked until his legs felt about ready to give out and he came inside of her.
He shook and grunted, trying to stroke her more but his cock was so sensitive it was almost painful. He lowered her down to the bed, slid out of her pussy, and pulled her up into his arms. He cradled her against his chest, sliding onto the bed with her in his arms, just inhaling her scent and listening to her breathing.
“Rest, baby. Rest,” he said between breaths, then closed his eyes as they fell asleep in one another’s arms.
Chapter Eight
New York City
Cherie Combs was taking a lunch break at the deli down the street from her temp job. She was getting tired of the position, hoping to find a better one soon, or she would be heading back to her hometown and asking Carlyle for a job at the bar. As much as she missed seeing her friends instead of just talking to them over the phone, she really wanted a separation from the drama, and of course Randy. It was a year already and the asshole still called her.
She shook her head and waited in line.
When she was finally at the register paying for the tossed salad with grilled shrimp, she noticed a few patrol officers sitting in the corner of the deli at a table eating lunch and smiling at one another. Instantly she thought about Venetia’s brothers Vincent, Salvatore, and Dante.
“All set?” the woman behind the register asked, snapping Cherie out of her daze. She chuckled and smiled. “Yes. Sorry,” she said and took her change and then headed out of the deli. It was a cool, fall day but the sun was shining and there was a nice spot right around the corner where she could eat and enjoy the fresh air. Her small, cramped cubicle made her feel claustrophobic. It wasn’t the job she expected to take, but the one she moved here for fell through at the last minute and she’d already given up her apartment back home. She could have moved in with one of her friends for a spell, but that would cramp their love lives. They were all involved with ménage relationships and happy. Perfectly happy.
“Cherie?” She heard her name and turned toward the left right before she exited the deli. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. She had to give herself a mental shake before she drooled. Vincent Lockatelli. Venetia’s brother.
“Hi, Vincent. How are you?” she asked. He stepped closer and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Her heart pounded so hard inside of her chest.
“What are you doing here, Cherie? I thought you were back home,” Vincent asked her.
“Nope, I took a temp job around the corner at Brayard and Sons when the other job I moved here for fell through last minute.”
“Shoot. Where are you staying?” he asked. Her throat went dry. She was so attracted to him and his brothers, but every time she met them somewhere there was an interruption.
“I’m renting a small one-bedroom five blocks from work.”
“So you take mass transit?”
“When I can, but it’s pricy. I walk most of the time.” He looked her over and damn it her nipples hardened and even her pussy reacted. Why wouldn’t Vincent make a move?
Some people were coming by and they needed to move out of the way. He gave a wave to two guys he had been sitting with and they smiled and checked her out. She saw Vincent’s expression harden but then he pushed the door open and they walked outside.
“You bringing your lunch back to work with you?”
“No, just sitting around the corner at a nice sunny spot. I’ve been inside all day, and there’s no window in or near my cubicle.”
He walked with her and she nearly gasped when she felt his large, warm palm by her lower back guiding her along the sidewalk. When they came to the spot she had in mind, there was plenty of room for both of them to sit.
“Right here,” she said and he took a seat with her at the small stone table and bench.
“So how about you? How is work?” she asked him and set up her salad, glancing at her watch to be sure she had plenty of time to get back or her nasty boss would give her crap.
She started to eat and he watched her.
“Busy as usual. Do you have any days off?” he asked.
“The weekend.”
He stared at her and licked his lower lip making her libido warm and she felt like moaning. God, she would love to kiss him.
“You look so good. All business like and professional. Do you like working in the city?” he asked her.
“I love it. I just wish one of the other jobs would open up. I have a dinner engagement tonight and a friend is supposed to introduce me to some people with potential openings in their businesses. I’m hoping it will work out.”
“That’s good.”
“How are Salvatore and Dante doing?” she asked and again, her chest ached and her belly, too. She could hardly bite, chew, and swallow thinking about them. She was such a loser. She looked at Vincent. Absorbed his dress shirt, tie, and the gun and badge on his hip as he told her about his brothers and how busy they all were.
“Maybe we could grab lunch or something Saturday?” he asked, shocking her.
“Really?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes. Could I get your number and make plans to meet up?”
She leaned back. “Sure. That might be fun.”
“Yeah, I’ll tell Salvatore and Dante, too. They would love to get together,” he said to her and she felt excited, like maybe things were looking up. Maybe they would finally see her as more than just Venetia’s friend. He took out his cell phone and they exchanged numbers.
Just as he was about to put the cell away he got a call. H
e glanced at the number. “I need to take this. It was good seeing you. I’ll call you Friday to make plans,” he said. She gave him a wave and smiled as he answered the phone, walking away. She felt her cheeks warm and her belly quiver with anticipation. It was finally going to happen. The Lockatelli brothers were going to go out on a date with her. Maybe this time it wouldn’t fall through.
* * * *
Vincent answered the phone, surprised at the call from Micah Hunt.
“Hey, did I catch you at a bad time?” Micah asked him. Vincent glanced back at Cherie. God, she looked incredible. He didn’t know why he and his brothers were so hesitant to get involved with her. She was beautiful, funny, sexy, but he was involved in some dangerous stuff, and so were his brothers. There was too much uncertainty, but the thought of another guy with her pissed him off too much. He broke down and made plans to call her. Denying these feelings was inevitable.
“Not at all. I just finished up lunch. What’s up?”
“I need a huge favor. It has to be done on the down low.”
Vincent was instantly on edge as he headed to the unmarked police cruiser and got inside. “Go ahead, what do you need? Who is involved and running the operation?”
“Drover Cole.”
“Fuck.”
“Listen, I know you have some of your own connections. One of our own is in deep and the men after him have connections in the department and federal agents on the payroll. We need to smoke them out, and quickly. Graham and Jace are organizing a plan, Apollo knows the guys who are going after Corporal Cole.”
“Corporal? I heard some chatter about someone trying to kill him. That he was investigating his partner’s murder.”
“Yep, and he figured it out, along with this woman, a social worker who actually saved Corporal’s life. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her, if you know what I mean.”
“Of course.”
“I’m going to connect you with Apollo and Jace and go over everything Saturday and the plan will be initiated Saturday. Will that work for you?” he asked and Vincent looked out the window seeing Cherie walking back toward the office building. His heart sank but he looked at it as a sign that maybe he shouldn’t give in to these desires and that his brothers weren’t good enough for Cherie.
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