Sons of Justice 9: Fighting Chance (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Here.” Rossi handed her another drink.

  “Oh, I shouldn’t.” She slid off the bar stool, only to feel tipsy and grab onto Rossi and Ricci, who reached for her.

  She felt Ricci pull her into his arms, and his palm slid along her waist to her ass. Her lips parted while she stared up into his eyes.

  “We’ll get you home.” He stared at her lips.

  “I’ll be fine if I stop now and get some water.”

  “No, you’ve had too much to drive home. We’ll get you there. One of us will drive your car,” Romano ordered so fiercely she worried her bottom lip until Ricci slid his thumb over her mouth, making her release her lip.

  She felt his palm massage her ass. She gasped, and then Rossi pressed up against her back and kissed her neck then whispered into her ear. “You’re safest with us. Can trust us to get you home.”

  Oh God, his mouth felt good on her. It felt incredible to be smushed between them like this. It was naughty, erotic, and she closed her eyes and teetered between them. She needed to be smart here. When she felt their palms gliding along her curves and nearly to her breasts, she pulled back and popped her eyes open.

  “And then what?” she asked. Ricci’s eyes darkened, and he gave a little smirk, making her feel like his prey.

  “Baby, whatever you want to happen will happen.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly.

  She gripped his waist, and he pulled her snugly against him and deeper into the darkness of the area they were in. Her back hit a wall of muscles, and hard, warm hands gripped her shoulders, and Rossi kissed her neck, suckled against the skin as Ricci deepened the kiss, devoured her moans, and she did nothing to stop him.

  * * * *

  Ricci couldn’t believe the series of events this evening or that he was actually holding Merica in his arms and kissing her. He’d thought about doing this since the first day he saw her. That long, silky brown hair, those green eyes, and how sexy and feminine she looked. She had class, was soft-spoken, yet carried herself well. She had thin, toned arms, and he couldn’t get over the feelings of protectiveness he had with him and the team all surrounding her, hitting on her, and trying to make moves. She was feminine, fragile in how small she was compared to him and the team, and it only made him squeeze her tighter, kiss her deeply, and want to protect her as well as possess her. These carnal, barbaric emotions invaded his mind out of nowhere, and it was hard to slow things down.

  Ricci never got so enthralled in a woman instantly, but there was something about Merica that had him thinking crazy thoughts. Especially as she was talking to that guy earlier, Kyle. He’d been ready to kick the guy’s ass and say Merica belonged to Ricci and his team. Holy fuck.

  He squeezed her snugger and then slowly released her lips, her head tilted back as she purred and Rossi suckled her neck. As if realizing that someone might be looking at them right now, she panicked, lowered her head, and tried turning out of their embrace.

  Rossi wouldn’t let her, and Ricci released her to him. “Don’t,” Rossi ordered and ran his hand up under her hair to her head and then kissed her on the mouth. He drew her close as Romano and Greco blocked any onlookers from seeing them.

  Ricci looked at Greco and Romano. No words were exchanged, just looks indicating they were feeling this attraction and perhaps even looking to taste her next.

  Rossi released her lips, and she pushed against his chest.

  “Oh God, this is too much. Slow down.” She placed her hand to her head and then ran her fingers through her hair.

  * * * *

  Romano released a breath and took Merica’s hand and drew her between his legs where he sat on the stool.

  She shook her head and placed her free hand against his chest, and the sight of her, lips parted, eyes glassy, instantly hardened his dick. Her blouse was pulled open slightly, revealing an abundant amount of cleavage. He licked his lips. The woman was sexy as sin.

  “Easy now. Greco, hand her a drink,” he said to Greco, but his eyes never left Merica’s. She felt so good in his arms. She felt feminine, sexy, and her daintiness, the small arms, narrow waist, sensual curves brought that protective instincts up another notch. This wasn’t good. He didn’t just want to take pleasure in this woman. Maybe if he were alone and if she was different, but this was Merica, and even crazier was that his team wanted her, too. As their leader, he knew what this meant. What this situation could lead to. He should put a stop to it, deny engaging in such a situation that could lead to commitment, to a ménage, to sharing her amongst one another and taking on roles like their friends and commanders recently had. He felt panicked and slightly released her but then instantly felt the loss as his nostrils inhaled her scent, and he drew her even closer.

  Greco placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “Here ya go, beautiful.” Greco winked at her.

  She removed her hand from Romano’s chest to take the drink.

  “I think this is the last thing I need right now,” she whispered.

  “You’re shaking, baby, no need for that,” Romano told her and gave her a wink.

  He slid his hand along her lower back and to her ass, pressing her closer to him. She kept the glass raised to the right as to not spill it by accident, and he took advantage of that.

  “Take a sip, darling, wet those lips.”

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  She held his gaze with those sensual green eyes of hers. They drew him in and enticed him for more of her. Feeling her in his arms just made him feel the possessive meter rise higher. He wanted her. To claim her, make her his woman, his lover, hell, he wanted to mark her as his woman and bury his cock deep in her cunt and hear her beg for more and tell him she belonged to him. He squeezed her ass.

  She felt firm, round, full, and he licked his lips.

  “I haven’t had rum and cranberry juice in quite some time. Care to share some?” he said to her, and he eased his other hand along her ribs, and she tightened then slowly brought the glass toward him. He took a sip, holding her gaze.” He licked his lips. “You now.”

  She just stared at him as he continued to stroke her ass and her ribs nearly to her breast.

  She took a sip.

  “Greco,” he said, and Greco took the glass from her hand.

  “Now let me see where it tastes better from.” He leaned closer.

  “Romano.”

  He shook his head and gave her a firm expression.

  “Kiss my lips, baby. Let me taste you.” He eased his hand up her back, guiding her closer to his lips as she bent forward.

  She placed her hands on his shoulders.

  “This is so bad. So not a smart thing to do.”

  “Just kiss me,” he ordered, and she widened her eyes and then cupped his cheeks.

  “Just a kiss.” She took too long pressing her lips to his, so he pressed forward and kissed her. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting the effect of her lips against his. Holy shit.

  He eased his hips off the stool slightly to get a better hold of her body. He wrapped her up tight, kept a hand over her ass, and then ran his other hand under her hair and cupped her head. He deepened the kiss, unable to get enough of her, and just wanting to mark her in some way his woman.

  He had to slow down, yet all he kept thinking about was going faster. Stripping her naked and exploring every inch of the woman. The attraction was so intense he panicked, pulled from her lips, and then stared at her breathing heavily. She looked like a fucking angel, lips parted, gasping for breath, eyes glazed over.

  “Shots. Who wants to do shots?” Greco said, and Ricci and Rossi chucked.

  * * * *

  Greco looked at Merica as the band began to play some slow country music song.

  “Come here, darling.” He reached out his hand. She looked at him, and Romano gave her ass a tap.

  “Go on now.”

  When she complied and reached her hand out to his, Greco entwined their fingers. He pulled her close, used th
at hand to pull her arm gently behind her back, their fingers entwined, and placed his other hand on hip. He started to dance with her, right there, between his team, and goddamn did the woman look edible. She stared up at him, her head back, chin tilted up because he towered over her, and he rocked his hips against hers. When her free hand landed on his hip and she started dancing, moving her hips side to side, his cock stood at full attention. The woman looked seductive.

  “Goddamn, baby, I’ll dance slow with you in my arms any time you want to.” He lowered down and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes as they swayed left to right, and he kept that arm and hand restrained behind her, their fingers entwined, but he was able to stroke her ass.

  He eased the other hand up her ribs and then drew her closer, pressed his lips to the bridge of her nose then to her forehead again, and when he lowered more, she turned, and he kissed her left cheek then her right cheek, and this time when she tilted back, accepting his pecks, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly.

  The woman was built to please a man and then some. Holy fuck was Greco turned on right now, and the fact that his team was right there, too, and they each kissed her, drove the need to keep her right here with them top priority.

  When he slowly released her lips, he brought her hand from behind her back to his lips and kissed her knuckles as he stared down into her eyes, their hips still swaying to the music.

  Her green eyes sparkled, and that petite nose, feminine expression, soft, inviting, in need of protection had him hugging her to him.

  “Come home with us tonight. Leave right now, and let’s do some more exploring in privacy.” He went to kiss her neck, and she pressed her hands against his chest and shook her head.

  She exhaled.

  “Seriously? Jesus, what do I look like? I may never have had four men kiss me one after the next, but I’m not easy, Greco. God.” She pushed away from him, and he was shocked. He assumed she was enjoying herself, too, and would want to come home with them. He’d never met a woman who said no and made him feel like he’d insulted her by wanting to sleep with her.

  “Slow down, Merica. I’m sure that Greco just meant he wanted to spend more time with you. It’s loud and crowded in here, and no privacy,” Rossi chimed in.

  She fixed her lips, ran a finger along them, and then looked around them as if looking for her friends.

  Greco took her hand.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to insult you. You got me all crazy inside. Never felt like this so instantly before. Can ya blame a man for needing more?” he asked her, looking at her lips. He wanted to tear her clothes off and kiss every inch of her and make her beg for more.

  “It’s my fault you think of a woman as nothing more than just for sex? Really, Greco? Listen, it was fun. You’re all great kissers, and you had me for a minute, but that comment, your mentality, just sobered me up.”

  She went to walk away, and he wouldn’t let her.

  “Wait. We should get together. Make plans for lunch or something.”

  “I’m busy working all week.”

  “You can break for lunch. Surely Flick allows it,” Romano said, and she looked at all of them.

  “Why should I accept?” she asked.

  Ricci pressed closer and put a hand on her hip and then clutched her chin. The fact that he and Greco were touching her at the same time aroused Greco even more so. It was crazy.

  “This is different, that’s why, and you know it. You feel it, too,” Ricci said to her.

  She went to shake her head, and when Ricci gave her one of his expressions like “dare to challenge me,” she sealed her lips up tight.

  “Day after tomorrow, we meet for lunch. Your choice of location,” Greco said.

  “Cassidy’s Cafe and Grill? It’s a block from the gym,” Rossi suggested.

  “Fine.”

  “Twelve thirty, we’ll pick you up?” Romano asked.

  “No. I’ll meet you there.”

  Greco had the feeling she didn’t want anyone seeing them pick her up, or maybe she wouldn’t show, and he was upset about that. She was not like any other women any of them every fooled around with or wanted to make plans with. Did they want anyone to see them with her as if it were a date? Would it send a message that they were staking a claim? Did they want that or just to share her? Holy fuck, he knew instantly it wasn’t just to share her. They all needed to talk this out. Holy shit.

  “I need to go.” She walked away toward her friend, glancing over her shoulder when she stepped next to Talia, who looked over at them and then whispered something to Merica, but she shook her head.

  Greco ran his fingers through his hair and looked at the others.

  “I fucked up.”

  “What the fuck happened? That’s what I want to know,” Rossi said.

  Romano and Ricci were straight-faced, just staring at Merica talking to her friends, acting like they all didn’t just kiss her and, hell, want more than that.

  “Leave it alone for now. We’ll keep a watch because she’s been drinking,” Romano commanded, and they all nodded.

  Greco couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was gorgeous, sexy, sweet as could be. Was classy, too, and feminine. He could wrap her up with one arm, but even though her arms were thin, her legs toned and thin, she had one hell of an ass and large, beautiful breasts. Men zeroed in on her. For him, it was her eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes that made him stare at her face then absorb the rest of her beauty. Her skin was soft, perfect, and he loved touching it. He enjoyed holding that body close, inhaling her scent, and holy crap, it really upset him that he didn’t know how to act, had never had such strong feelings for a woman before now. Anything else, any other relationships small, un-lasting, were meaningless and didn’t compare. Throw in that his team wanted her, too, and holy shit, they could wind up like their buddies, like Spartan and the other commanders.

  “That guy just slid his hand over her ass as he hugged her hello. What the fuck,” Rossi said, interrupting Greco’s thoughts.

  Sure enough, two cowboys approached her saying hello, and when they hugged her, they each took advantage of the hug. It didn’t seem to faze her as she pressed her hands against the one guy’s chest and eased back then introduced them to her friends.

  “Stand down, Rossi. She doesn’t belong to us,” Romano said.

  “Yet,” Greco whispered, keeping his eyes on Merica as the others looked at him, and then he heard the mumbled curses and words being exchanged. They would deny it, fight it, resist temptation, and ignore what they wanted, but it wouldn’t last long. Greco’s mind was set. Merica affected him, made him want things and think things he never had before. He wasn’t going to be able to ignore the desires. He just needed to be calm for when they met her for lunch. Unless he screwed that up, too. Shit.

  He ran his fingers through his hair and turned away.

  * * * *

  Merica was still shocked at the fact that she’d made out with four men. Those four men in particular. She was out of her mind. They were insanely wild in appearance, and most people stayed clear of them except for their friends, fellow soldiers, and some of the local law enforcement officers they seemed to know. Women, slutty ones, tried to get their attention, but they ignored them. Was that for her sake, or were they really not interested in other women, only her? She couldn’t stop shaking, her mind jumping from one thought to the next. The way it felt in their arms, being kissed by them, and her thoughts about exploring their bodies, getting close and intimate with those particular men. She must be losing her mind. There was no excuse for her behavior and for her reaction to the four men. She felt the hand on her arm, and she shot her head to the right and locked gazes with Talia.

  “Oh shit. I know that look. Holy crap, Merica, them?” she asked.

  Merica gulped, and she shook her head.

  “What am I going to do?”

  Talia gave a soft smile, glanced past her as if looking to where the men were, and then looke
d back.

  “You’re on their radar. You made out with them at the bar, and you’ve never hooked up with any man or men before that I know of.”

  Her mention of the word “hook” made Merica think of the man with that name. He was Romano’s brother no less. Why wasn’t he here with them? Were there problems between them? She heard he didn’t socialize, and Hook seemed like one crazy man. That beard, the dark eyes, all those tattoos, and how one punch had knocked out that guy Lucky.

  “I’m not going to meet them Tuesday for lunch. I’m not.”

  “You made plans for Tuesday with them? Why did you walk away then?” she asked.

  “Sort of made plans but then Greco got all serious, and well, he wanted me to go home with them tonight.”

  Talia’s eyes widened. “Oh God, and you said no? Are you out of your mind? They’re incredibly sexy. They don’t give the time of day to any woman at all, and they obviously are attracted to you.”

  “Talia, I’m not some slut. I don’t go around sleeping with men I just met because of lustful thoughts, never mind four. Four? I would be out of my mind and more than likely regretful in the morning. No thank you. I’ve kept from being a slut and sleeping around all these years, and I’m not going to let four older, sexy, charming, experienced soldiers do me in. They know how to seduce a woman, and I fell for it. Not again.”

  “Lustful thoughts, huh? Seduced by them? I don’t think so. Honey, you’ve never made out with a man you barely knew. You made out with four, and those four no less. If I had to guess, I’d say the attraction was irresistible, but Jesus, them? How can you handle them? I mean Romano looks ferocious. Ricci, he looks wild and untamed. Rossi, holy God like he has the ability to give the look of death, and I don’t even think he smiles, and Greco, now he seems like the biggest player of all of them, but those firm lips, chiseled jaw, and hard attitude and expressions make him seem unapproachable and armed in every way. Yet, somehow, you got the attention of all four of them with this sexy, petite body and more than likely those eyes of yours. What else could it have been?”