Her stomach rumbled, and he and Greco chuckled. Greco leaned over and caressed her back and then her ass. “Hungry huh?” he asked.
“No breakfast or lunch today.”
“What?” Hook asked, sounding angry.
“Kind of got sidetracked.” She stared at him.
Hook knelt down. He was wearing his jeans already. He reached out and stroked her cheek.
“Dinner is here and waiting.”
“I need to get washed up.”
“Okay. Need help?” Rossi asked. She shook her head.
“We’ll get things ready downstairs,” Romano stated and then Rossi kissed her lips and helped her up off the bed. He couldn’t resist staring at her as she walked, so sexy, across the room to the bathroom. His brothers, the team, watched, too.
“Holy fuck, our woman is hot,” Greco said.
“So hot and sexy it’s going to be a full-time job just protecting her from horny assholes,” Ricci stated. They chuckled.
“Fuck yeah, how we going to do that?” Rossi asked.
“Keep her in bed,” Romano stated. They laughed again.
“Don’t think that will go over too well with our Merica,” Hook added.
“Thinking you’re right, Hook, but we’ll try.”
They all headed downstairs to her kitchen and the dining table.
* * * *
Merica took a quick shower, dried her hair, then put on her robe.
“Let me help you.”
She turned to see Hook standing there in the doorway. His eyes swept over her body, and hers did the same to him. He wore his shirt unbuttoned, his jeans snug against his waist, and all she could see were muscles and tattoos. He closed the space between them, slid his hands to her hips, and gave her wink. She couldn’t believe how much she felt. Feminine, sexy, sort of fragile in comparison, as if he could hurt her with very little effort. She closed her eyes as his hands slid up her ribs to her breasts, cupped them, and stroked her nipples.
“I don’t know how I’m going to teach you some moves without tasting you, taking from this body and wanting you,” he told her, holding her gaze.
“Maybe I should get someone else to teach me then,” she said, but she didn’t want that. No, no, she wanted his hands on her, maneuvering around her, touching her, stroking her when really he should be teaching her self-defense moves.
“Not fucking going to happen,” he said firmly and then lowered down and licked the tip of her nipple.
His beard tickled her skin and also caused tiny goose bumps to travel under her skin. She also loved how it felt between her thighs. All five men were salacious lovers, and she felt like maybe she couldn’t handle them. It would take some practice, and she felt up for the task, despite how much bigger and stronger they all were in comparison to her.
He bent to his knees, cupped both breasts, and feasted on one and then the other. She ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his beard. Then she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He released her tit with a plop.
“Is this how it will always be? Me wanting you inside of me? Wanting all of you inside of me constantly, close to me, making love, protecting me, is it?” she asked him.
He slid his hands over her ass and squeezed her ass then pressed his head to her breasts. She hugged him to her.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind one bit feeling like this forever,” he said to her, and his lips singed her skin.
“I need you again, Hook.”
“What about dinner? You need food. I can hear your belly rumbling.” He pulled his cheek away from her belly and looked up at her. She lowered down to her knees and cupped his cheeks.
“I need you more than food.” She kissed him. He wrapped her up in his arms and so easily lifted them up from the floor and carried her to the bedroom. He lowered her down, and as he kissed her, he aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly thrust right into her wet, needy channel. He rocked his hips, and they moaned into one another’s mouths. When he released her lips, she felt desperate.
“Harder, Hook. More, please. I need more.”
He lifted her thighs up over his shoulders, and he thrust into her so deep, so hard as he gripped her wrists and pressed them above her head. Her breasts rocked and swayed, her hips lifted, and she screamed out, definitely alerting the others to what was going on upstairs. She heard the footsteps and then grunted and came hard as Hook thrust faster and faster into her cunt.
“Looks even better than it sounds,” Rossi said.
“What about dinner?” Greco asked, stepping from his jeans.
“Our woman is needy for more cock. Merica then dinner,” Hook said as he continued to thrust into her pussy.
“Oh please. Please, Hook I can’t take it with you restraining me.”
“You will take it. You’re so sopping wet. Your body knows. Let go and give us everything.”
“I got the lube,” Greco stated, and Romano walked into the room.
“She needs to eat,” he commanded.
“She demanded sex, bro, and you know me. I aim to please her.” Hook pulled out and flipped her onto her belly. She gasped, and then he pulled her down to the edge of the bed, aligned his cock with her cunt from behind, and then thrust back into her again.
“Oh!” she cried out.
“You need to learn to share, Hook,” Greco said as he stroked her back and then eased a finger of lube to her asshole.
“Oh please. Please, Greco,” she begged.
“Together,” Greco said to him.
Hook pulled out and then lay on the bed. She climbed right over him and took him inside of her immediately. She was desperate for more. A few lubed finger strokes to her asshole from Greco and she was all fired up.
“Please, Greco. Get inside of me please,” she begged.
“Holy fuck.” Ricci climbed onto the bed and brought his cock to her mouth. She lowered down and took the thick, long cock between her lips and began to suck on him. Tasking the soap from the showers they took while she showered. Up and down she sucked his cock and then paused a moment as Greco slid his cock into her well-lubricated ass. It was one in, and then all three men thrust into her body, claiming her, marking her as their woman once again. They told her how sexy she was and how hot.
“I own this ass. Own it,” Greco said.
Smack, smack, smack.
She moaned, and Rossi came in her mouth. “Fuck, Greco, that isn’t fair. Fuck.” He shot his load. She swallowed, and then Hook came inside of her next, and Greco followed.
“Goddamn. We’re going to be at this all night.”
He slid out, and Romano pulled her up and into his arms.
Ricci lay down on the bed.
“Come to me, baby. Then we eat,” he said, and she lowered down and kissed him, explored his mouth with hers, and he ran his palms all over her body, grasping as he thrust his cock up into her cunt. Behind her, Romano squeezed more lube into her ass and massaged her thighs and her back and shoulders.
“Oh, that feels so good. Oh God, I’d let you do anything to me, Romano. Your hands are incredible,” she said, and he lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing her.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Yes. Oh God yes.”
He pulled her arms behind her back, lifting her off of Ricci’s chest. Ricci’s latched onto her breast with his mouth as Romano restrained her then slid his cock right into her asshole. They moved slowly, rocking, thrusting in and out of her body.
“Hot damn, look at that. She’s perfect, absolutely perfect,” Rossi said and cupped her to her breast.
“She’s going to love the handcuffs and the stretch bar between her legs, keeping her wide open for anything we want to do to her,” Ricci stated.
“Oh God, please. Please.” She cried out her release.
“Fuck,” Romano said, and he and Ricci thrust and then came together as she moaned, and he gently lowered her chest to Ricci’s chest as he released her arms, and she hugged Ricci tight.
“Right here. Leave me right here,” she said, and they chuckled.
Romano spanked her ass.
“No can do, sexy. You need food, and so do we so we can keep up with you all night long.”
“Seriously?” she asked, and they were dead serious. She didn’t even need to see their facial expressions. She knew enough. They would command, and she would comply. No doubt about it.
Chapter Eight
“Where are you going?” Kerry asked Burrow as Brick stood in the kitchen. Burrow was all dressed in workout gear and was carrying his bag. His bruises were a little darker, but a look she didn’t like. A dark, hollow, angry expression filled his face.
“Out,” he said to her, and her heart ached. She didn’t like this side of him. He’d distanced himself and wouldn’t talk to her the last two days. He didn’t sleep in their bed, and neither did Brick, though he was recovering from bruised ribs, as well.
“I want to know where you’re going. Will you be back for dinner?” she asked him as she prepared to leave for work. She had taken out some chop meat for burgers and would stop at the fresh farmer’s market on the way home for vegetables.
“Don’t ask questions. I’m the man, remember? You do as I say and let me do what I need to do,” he barked at her.
Tears filled her eyes. This wasn’t like Burrow. Not at all. She turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears. “Fine. Whatever. I get off work at four. I’m going to hit the farmer’s market before I come home.”
He didn’t say a word.
“Rest up Brick. You’ll need to do a match in a week.”
“In a week? He has bruised ribs and—”
Burrow stepped toward her, a mean, nasty facial expression, and for the first time ever in their relationship, she feared he could hit her. She gripped the counter.
“Burrow.” Brick said his brother’s name, and Burrow was breathing through his nostrils. He closed his eyes and exhaled then stepped forward, gripped her sweater and pulled her into his arms. He hugged her to him.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m on edge, and I have a lot on my mind. Just be good. Don’t ask questions and let me handle this. I love you.” He kissed her forehead before he released her. She watched him go, grab his bag, and disappear. Tears stung her eyes, and she was shaking.
“He would never hit you. Neither of us would,” Brick said to her. She swallowed hard, nodded, and then reached for her purse and keys.
“I’ll text you when I get a break to see how you’re feeling.”
He nodded and then watched her go. He didn’t ask for a kiss like normal, like before this underground fighting crap. They were drifting apart. Burrow was changing, and Brick was, too. How bad was their situation, and what could she do to help them? What?
* * * *
Burrow was warming up on the mats in the gym that Castle had in a private warehouse. Just his guys worked out there, trained there, and it was actually pretty nice. He didn’t trust any of the men around him, as they could eventually wind up face to face with him in the cage, so he held his ground. It was difficult not having his brother, Brick, here to work out with and to watch his back. He hoped he healed soon.
As he rounded the punching bag, he caught sight of Castle and some guy. He had dark black hair, slicked back, and looked pretty built for an older man. When they approached, he was a bit unsure how to act, but considering Castle was getting him and Brick out of debt to Torch, he would kiss the guy’s ass a little bit.
“This is him,” Castle said and introduced the guy to Burrow.
“Burrow, I’d like you to meet Spike. He’s been doing this business for years.”
Burrow gave him a fist tap since he was wearing sparring gloves.
“Nice to meet you.”
Spike looked him over.
“Well, we don’t want to interrupt your training. Just wanted you to meet the man who is looking forward to putting a big bet on you for a win Saturday. I built you up and hope that you’ll be making a name for yourself, Burrow,” Castle said to him.
“I’ll fight my hardest.”
“That’s a good attitude to have. Don’t be cocky,” Spike added and winked. Burrow was still worried about Torch.
“Uhm, Castle, just wondering about Torch. What do I do if he sends over Lucky or something?”
“He has no rights to you. I own you now and will take care of that debt to him. You’ll win that in the fight this weekend, and it will be profit for all of us. When I see real talent, I grab it before that dick can turn it to shit,” Castle said to him.
“Good luck. I’ll be watching you,” Spike said, and they walked away.
Burrow had gone back to punching the bag when Cooper, one of the other boxers who helped spar, came over.
“You got the big shots wanting a piece of you. That’s Spike. He’s the man. Can get you to Vegas if he likes you.”
“Oh yeah? Who has he gotten to Vegas underground?” he asked him.
Cooper looked around him. “Ever hear of a fighter, a retired navy SEAL by the name of Hook?”
Burrow widened his eyes.
“Yeah, him, and he kicked ass and made a shitload of money.”
“Why did he pull out?”
“He was fucking psycho man and nearly killed a guy.”
“Holy shit,” Burrow said, and the guy nodded and then gave his shoulder a tap.
“Keep training hard and be fucking smart. Never let your shields down because you don’t know who your enemies are. Trust me, there are men that would do crazy shit to get you out of the way so they can get on Spike’s radar.”
He walked away, and Burrow heeded the advice. He was pretty fucking sure that Lucky wanted to be on top and more than likely he’d wind up in the ring with him eventually. That was Torch’s main fighter or at least soon to be. Burrow thought about the MMA fighting gym and about Hook. He knew the guy was lethal and awesome in his training. Maybe there was a way to get him to help him train. He couldn’t exactly go up and ask him. No, he was on his own. His focus was getting out of the debt with Torch and being able to provide for Brick and Kerry. He was fucking that up, too, and really needed to make her feel special like he used to do. Like before he’d gotten pulled into this shit. He cleared his head and went right back to practicing.
* * * *
“I can’t move,” Merica said as she lay on the bed snuggled up against Greco. His palm was over her ass, and their legs were entwined. The others were showered and dressed, having to do different things today. Hook had already left for the gym, and she needed to head to the product review company in a couple of hours.
“You don’t need to. We can stay like this for a little while and then make love again.” He cupped her breast, stroked her nipple, and somehow she got aroused again.
“She needs rest, Greco. We kept her busy most of the night, and she isn’t used to five lovers,” Romano reprimanded.
“Best way to get used to five lovers is to remain accessible all day and night.” He lowered his mouth to her breast.
“Greco. I’ll never make it to work if you keep this up.”
“Good.” He stroked her groin where the tattoo was.
“Help me, Romano,” she begged and reached her hand out to him.
He took it and started to pull her up into his arms, and when she turned, Greco slapped her ass.
“Hey,” she reprimanded him.
“Love that ass.” He shook his head. Greco laughed.
“We’re out of here. What’s the plan for tonight? You coming to our place?” Rossi asked as Greco pulled her to her feet and she stood there naked in front of them.
“I’ll see how the day goes. Something tells me I’m going to be too tired for anything.”
Rossi ran his hand under her hair and pulled her close for a kiss. She kissed him right back, and when he released her, Ricci was there. He squeezed her to him and kissed her then stroked a finger down between her ass cheeks and dipped a finger into her cunt, and she slapped his arm
and pulled back.
“Ricci!” she scolded, and he laughed.
“Keep that pussy wet and warm for us.”
“Oh really?” she asked, using her one arm to cover her breast and her hand to cover her mound. She started heading to the bathroom.
“No covering up either,” Greco scolded and gave her ass a slap.
She shook her head but hid her smile. They really couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she sure couldn’t get enough of them. In fact, she was surprised she wasn’t feeling more aches and pains after the many times they’d taken her together last night. All those muscular bodies, the thick, hard thighs, and their cocks pounding into her pussy and ass. She handled them well, and it was as if they were made for her and her for them. She felt a twinge of fear. Like what if it didn’t work out? How would she go on? Then she refocused on making love to them and having them as her guardians now. Surprisingly she felt really good, and happy. Definitely happy. So much so that she completely forgot about the crap she’d gone through with her mom and Rodge. She hurried into the shower, taking her time to really let the hot water run over her muscles, and then she got and dressed for work.
When she walked downstairs in high heels and a short tight dress in red, Greco had a scowl on his face and Romano looked downright pissed off.
“Where are you going dressed like that?” Greco barked.
She rolled her eyes as she passed by. The front of the dress dipped low enough to see a good amount of cleavage, but it was designer, and she had a big client’s product being reviewed today at the product review center. One of the heads of the board was going to be there, so she needed to impress him like usual.
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