“I didn’t say I accepted anything.”
“Baby, your kisses, your eyes, your body language and your responsiveness to our touches, speaks volumes. Now let’s have a drink or two, and then call it a night. We’ve got some more exploring to do and plans to make,” Phantom said, and caressed her cheek with his knuckles, giving her a wink.
* * * *
“Those guys are crazy. They’re back looking at houses and now they’re at some bar,” Agent Morgan said to his buddies. He was part of the group chat they started. He and his brothers were thinking of looking for a vacation home and then eventually a place to move to in retirement.
“Damn, that’s their real estate agent? She’s fucking hot,” one of the other agents said, and two others walked over.
“Let us see. Wow, I think I need to go down there to look, too.” The guys started laughing.
“They said she is awesome and highly recommend her,” Morgan said.
“Lucky bastards. If I went down south looking for a vacation home, I’d get some fat ugly chick with no personality. That woman could be a damn model,” Agent Carton said.
They all started talking about the blonde.
* * * *
Sully Frame looked at the group text message and he couldn’t believe it. His heart began to pound and he had to do a double take. All the guys were talking about the blonde real estate agent who was hot, and that Rodriguez and Denver were trying to get into bed with. He recognized her immediately. This was the break he had been waiting for. How the fuck did it all fall right into his lap? He had to remain calm and not give away any indication that he needed info.
“Hey, where are they looking?” he called out to the other agents.
“Ahh, get a good look of her, too, huh, Sully?” Morgan asked.
He gave a smile. “I’m into brunettes, but I have a cousin in Florence. Is it close to there?” he bullshitted. He didn’t have family.
“Mercy, I think it was called.” And then the guys continued to talk about North.
He walked away and down the hallway to a private area and he took a screenshot of the picture before he made the call.
“What do you have?” Castella asked.
“It’s going to cost ya, but worth it,” he said.
“Send it.”
“Will do and I’ll be in touch later.” He ended the call and then sent the picture to him.
Castella had been searching for this woman for more than a year, maybe even two. The only agents who knew where she was were Sebastian and Henry, and they wouldn’t budge or let anyone in on the info they had. They were still trying to catch Castella, Forester, and even Loconto. That wasn’t going to happen. Not with him working both angles and getting paid as an informant for Forester and his buddies. Every potential mission or operation would self-destruct from the inside out and these guys like Sebastian and Henry would never figure out it was him. He had to hide his grin. Another few operations and he could call it quits and live off the money he made from doing this. He couldn’t help but wonder why North, that blonde, was so important to Forester. Sure she was hot, had big breasts and looked like a model, but he could get any woman he wanted. What did she have? He wondered and then shrugged his shoulders. It didn’t concern him. Money talked, and bullshit walked. He was going to be just as rich in no time at all.
* * * *
North loved the way it felt in their arms and having them close. As the night went on, everyone and everything around them disappeared and it was like it was only them and her together. She stared at Phantom. She was standing in front of him between his legs. Turner stood right behind her, his hand on her hip and Mike was on the other side.
She was avoiding their questions and Phantom was getting frustrated. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to divulge anything to them, she just wanted to keep feeling. Why? Because she longed to be hugged, to be held and protected, and she felt protected in their arms.
“You’re not saying a thing. We’re trying here but you aren’t,” Phantom said to her.
She slid her hands up his chest and looked into his dark brown eyes. His expression was intimidating. The three of them had a presence about them that made her want to cower and hide or bow in obedience, and that made her hold out even more. She didn’t want to feel like an object. She had taken so much abuse from Forester that she started to become numb to the strikes, to the commanding words, to his form of discipline. She clenched her eyes closed. His palm slid along her ass. “What is it?” he whispered, and she shook her head and pressed her cheek against his chest. His other hand caressed up her back to her head, cupping it. Her eyes landed on Turner.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
“I don’t want to talk, Turner. It feels good to be held like this. To be hugged. Let’s leave it at that,” she said, and gave Phantom a squeeze before she lifted her head up and away from his chest. His fingers were in her hair holding her, tilting her head up toward him.
“Are you ready to leave?”
She felt instantly upset. Did what she say turn them off? Make them want to end this? They were masculine men, authoritative, commanding, was she being sappy now and they didn’t want that? She pulled back and his fingers slid from her hair and she grabbed her purse off the bar. Phantom grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving, like you said. I told you this wouldn’t work. That I can’t be with you guys and it’s better for me to be alone. You didn’t want to listen and now you’re pushing me away when I let down my guard, so let’s call it a night.” She pulled her hand from his and then started walking away. Her friends were long gone. The tears and emotion had her choking on her own swallow. They got to her and made her feel things, and now they were pushing her away. She did this.
Phantom grabbed her around the waist and turned her toward him. Turner and Mike were right there with confused expressions on their faces. “What in God’s name are you talking about? We aren’t pushing you away. You said you didn’t want to talk but were fine with feeling, with having us hold you. You felt safe. We want to be alone with you. Help you get more comfortable with us so you’ll let us in.” She was shocked, but then Phantom drew her back against his chest, his muscular arms encased her body and he kissed her head.
“You’re driving me crazy. Come on,” he said, and slid his hand to hers and then opened her door. She got in and he walked around to the passenger side. She didn’t have to look to know that Mike and Turner followed them.
When they got to her apartment, she felt anxious and unsure of what would come of this. But when she thought about them leaving she felt empty and afraid. She tried to act casual as she invited them into the apartment and they were impressed with it all, including the view. Mike looked out on the balcony as the sound of the ocean filled the air. It was dark, but the moonlight was so bright it illuminated the beach and cascaded over the water.
“It’s a beautiful night,” she whispered, joining him. Turner and Phantom came out there, too.
“This is impressive,” Turner said, and placed his hands on her hips. His lips pressed against her neck, and his beard tickled her skin. She moved her hands back over his hands and he slid his hands over her wrists, locking them in front of her. His body pressed her forward, and he held her hands with one hand against the railing in front of her. It was erotic and she felt sexy, needy for their touch.
“Relax and just feel,” Turner whispered, kissing her ear, her neck, making her shiver as his whiskers brushed against her sensitive skin. Then she felt his palm slide along her waist, just as she felt his erection through his jeans press against her lower back. She looked to the left and Phantom held her gaze as Turner slid his palm under her dress, maneuvered under her panties and fingered her cunt.
“Oh.” She moaned.
“Look at me,” Phantom said firmly, and she widened her eyes, staring at him as he stepped closer and pressed a hand to her belly and used his other hand to maneuver into the top that gaped open,
and he found her nipple. He pinched it, tugged on it, and the burning needy sensation hit her core.
“Are you on the pill?” Mike asked, coming on her other side and unzipping her dress.
“Yes.”
“Do you want us, like we want you?” Turner asked, and stroked two fingers into her cunt a little faster as he rocked her hips, his cock against her ass and his one hand restrained her wrists over the railing. Did she want them? Was she willing to risk so much to continue to feel like this?
“Answer us. Yes or no?” Mike commanded.
“Yes,” she said, and Turner released her wrists and pulled his fingers from her cunt as Phantom moved his hand from her breast, and Turner lifted her up into his arms and carried her back inside. She heard the balcony door close and lock and she hugged Turner, nuzzled against his neck as fear and confusion, filled her. Was this right? Should she warn them of the dangers that could lay ahead, or should she just see what happens? Maybe it wouldn’t work out and no one would ever know about this night.
He lowered her feet to the floor in front of her bed. He reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it up and over her head.
His eyes were glued to her breasts, to her hip and belly. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. “You’re incredible,” he said to her and kissed her again. Mike moved in behind her and unclipped her bra, then ran his hands along her back.
Turner released her lips and her bra fell down her arms. She let it go and all three men stood there looking at her.
“Holy fuck, North. You’re incredible. Jesus,” Mike said and cupped one breast, lowered his mouth to it and began to feast on her. Phantom pulled off his shirt. Turner was almost completely naked and then Phantom slid his hand up her wrist and arm and lowered to take a taste of her other breast.
“Oh, oh that feels so good.”
“Just wait,” Turner said, and she locked gazes with him. With his muscular chest, dips and ridges of muscle all along his body, some scars along his skin and to his cock, thick, long and ready. She was going to do this. She was going to just feel. He stepped closer and put his hands on her hips and lowered her panties. She stepped from them as Mike and Phantom took her hands. Turner lifted her by her hips and pressed her onto the bed. Mike lifted one thigh and Phantom lifted the other so she was fully open to their ministrations.
“Oh God. Oh.” She panted, shocked, uncertain of what they would do to her.
Mike licked her nipple. “Easy. Just feel,” he said, and a moment later Turner’s fingers were stroking her cunt, his mouth was exploring her mound and then her clit and pussy while Phantom and Mike feasted on her breasts and held her arms above her head.
She lifted her torso up. “Turner, oh, Turner.” She moaned and came. When his tongue lapped over her asshole she shook and wiggled trying to get free.
“Easy, baby. Every part of you is going to belong to us. Every fucking hole,” he said, and pressed his finger into her asshole then latched onto her cunt and played her body like a fiddle.
She wiggled and moaned and rocked her hips, feeling desperate for more. “She’s ready, Turner. Come on,” Mike said, and Turner pulled fingers from her ass, lifted his mouth from her cunt, and aligned his cock with her pussy. He held her gaze. “Want me?”
“Yes. Yes please.” She begged and he nudged his way in. She moaned and could feel how thick and hard he was. “Oh.”
“Open for him. Relax those muscles,” Phantom demanded, and pinched her nipple. She felt her pussy cream and clench.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in. You want us and we want you. It’s perfect.”
“It’s been so long. Oh God,” she said, and tried to submerge the memories of the past and what she thought about sex and the pain it caused, but as Turner Mike and Phantom plucked her nipples, suckled against her neck and were persistent with their ministrations, she relaxed those muscles and Turner thrust all the way into her cunt.
“Holy fuck,” He exhaled, teeth clenched, and he didn’t move. “My God. Fuck, you’re tight,” he said and started to pull out but then thrust back in. She rocked her hips and he countered. Before long they were both thrusting into one another as Mike and Phantom cheered them on.
“Look at you, you’re incredible, woman. Look at those breasts. Fuck they’re so big and full. I need another taste,” Phantom said, and cupped her breast as Turner lifted up and gripped her hips, pulled her toward the edge of the bed more, and began to stroke into her faster.
Mike locked her wrists above her head and pecked at her lips, her neck and then her breast. “Ours. This body, every inch is ours.’
“Oh!” She cried out her release and Turner lost control. She was shaking so hard especially as Mike used his palm to move up and down her belly and over her pussy. Turner thrust faster, deeper, and then grunted as he came. He was panting for breath and leaned over her to kiss her. He gave her hip a tap and held her gaze as he gave the order. “Mike then Phantom. This is going to be one hell of a night.”
He eased out and Mike was there to take his place. He lifted her up into his arms and she straddled his hips as he kissed her. She absorbed his control, his dominant ways, while he caressed her back and ass.
She kissed his mouth, plunged her tongue in deeply and ravished him as his hands explored her body possessively. He pressed her over the edge of the bed and aligned his cock with her cunt as she continued to kiss him. His large hand felt so sexy and arousing brushing against her inner thigh to align his cock with her cunt. She wanted him, wanted more. She never felt anything like this before. He started to ease the thick hard muscle into her pussy when she released his lips. He stood by the edge of the bed, gripped her hips and raised them up and began to thrust into her.
“Arms back. Hand over complete control to me, North,” he commanded, and she gasped and cried out her release. He lifted her higher, held her gaze as he slid one hand from her hip to her breast and pinched the nipple. She was flowing like a faucet and he complained about not lasting. “Too fucking good, too tight. I can’t hold back. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Fuck,” he said, and came. He lowered her down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She hugged her legs to him, but then Phantom was there. Mike winked at her, that sexy grin, whiskers along his handsome face and all those tan, hard muscles had her licking her lips. He eased out and got up and Phantom lifted her up into his arms. He hugged her tight, ran his palm along her ass, slid a finger down her crack and suckled against her neck.
“You’re sexy, feminine, and a damn goddess. Where you been hiding these?” he asked, cupping her breast and lowering his mouth to it. He held her in his arms as if she were light as a feather. His hand plastered over her ass, keeping her in place. That expression on his face was so intriguing and yet scary. She ran her fingers through his hair and lifted high, letting him reach her breast with his mouth, but then as he suckled, his fingers slid into her pussy under her and she lifted up and down riding his digit. He lowered her to the bed, his mouth feasting on her cunt as he spread her wider and then licked along her body. “Arm up,” he ordered, and she slowly raised her arms up, felt the cool air against her pussy and ass as they were laying over the edge of the bed. She held his gaze as Phantom slid his palms up her arm to her fingers, entwined them and then pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her gingerly and she tilted her torso up, wanting, needing his cock to fill her up, too. He released her hands and slid lower, taking a breast into his mouth as much as he could fit, first the left then the right. He trailed his tongue down her cleavage to her belly, pressing into her belly button and then swirling his tongue along her hip bone on the right then the left. She was panting.
“Please, Phantom, please,” she whispered. His brothers watched, licking their lips and then following his mouth with their eyes. His tongue delved into her cunt and she gasped.
“Hands up,” Mike ordered. She glanced at him, at that commanding expression and then at Turner. She lost her mind. Whatever they wanted she would give them. His tongue slid along her
cunt then over her asshole. He lowered, spread her thighs and then licked back and forth over cunt and asshole.
“Oh God please. Please do something.”
“I am. I’m getting you ready for the three of us,” he said, and her eyes popped open as his finger slid into her asshole.
“It burns, oh, oh, Phantom.”
“It will ease as we get it ready.”
Mike cupped her cheek. “Ever have a cock in your ass?”
“No.
“Oh boy, that’s it, Phantom,” Turner said, and then licked his lips and stared at her body.
She felt Phantom lift up and then his cock was at her entrance. “First time like this,” he said, and slid into her cunt. She gasped at the tightness, and then girth of his cock. He shoved all the way in.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, and thrust again and again as she panted and rolled her head side to side. It was so hard keeping her arms above her head.
“You trust us? You want all of us as we want all of you?” he asked.
“Oh yes, yes, Phantom. Please.” She begged and she didn’t even know what for. He pulled out, flipped her onto her belly, had her feet on the floor, her torso and chest to the bed, and he lowered down and licked her again from cunt to anus. He slid a finger into her ass and her entire body responded. “Yes, oh, Phantom. Oh please.”
“I know, baby, I’m going to help ease that need right now.”
She felt him pull his cock out of her cunt and then it was pressing against her puckered hole. “I got something for her, too,” Turner said, holding his cock in his hand. She looked at it, and then Phantom pushed into her asshole.
“Oh!” She moaned and he grunted.
“Holy fuck. Let’s do this. She’s ours. I’m never letting her go. Not ever,” he said, shocking her. But she felt it, too, and he eased her up and Mike lay on his back, his legs over the edge of the bed and she lifted with their help, and with Phantom’s cock in her ass and then she eased her pussy over Mike’s cock. Tears stung her eyes. She felt so much.
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