by Becca Van
From what she’d learned about them through the grapevine, the Milan brothers had served in the Air Force and were more than capable of taking care of themselves but they weren’t bulletproof. The thought of one or all of them getting hurt or maybe even killed caused pain to shoot into her chest, into her heart, and made her feel a little ill. She couldn’t bare that thought and quickly pushed it away. Not because she was burying her head in the sand but because it was untenable to even contemplate.
And then there was Andrew. The only living relative she had left. She loved him so much and didn’t want to think about him not being alive, not being able to get together with him to share dinner or drinks.
Shit! I’m so confused. What the hell am I supposed to do?
As much as she wanted to stay with Dusty, Booker, and Stefan where she would be safe, maybe the best thing to do would be to leave so they wouldn’t end up becoming a target to whoever was out to get her brother, and possibly her.
It would take some strategy and planning to get them to all leave the house at the same time, but Roxy was determined to do just that. She could go back home and not have to worry about the Milan brothers losing their lives.
Chapter Ten
Book could feel Roxy pulling away and wanted to know why. She wasn’t removing herself from them physically but emotionally and mentally. He wanted to pepper her with questions and ask her what was going on in that busy mind of hers but from the determined look on her face he knew she wouldn’t answer. He ran a hand over her warm, silky skin, loving how her flesh felt beneath it. His cock was so hard he was aching with the need to be inside of her. He wasn’t sure if she was up for another round of lovemaking and he wouldn’t pressure her, but all he could think about was being buried inside her hot, wet cunt.
Maybe making love to her would get her out of her head and back with him and Stefan. She needed to stop that busy mind and just let go. He had no doubt that she was worried about her brother. She was the type of person to worry about others far more than she would worry about herself.
All of a sudden the light bulb in his mind illuminated. The epiphany wouldn’t let go and he had a feeling he knew why Roxy had withdrawn, but that wasn’t acceptable. Not now. Not ever. For this relationship to work they needed Roxy to be open and honest with them. She needed to tell them about all her fears and concerns and he knew just the way to get to the bottom of them.
He looked over and saw Stefan was frowning at her before his brother met his gaze.
She’s worried about us getting hurt. Booker mouthed the words and was pleased when Stefan frowned and then nodded in agreement. He met Dusty’s gaze when his brother entered the room after coming back from the bathroom and knew he’d also seen him talking silently to Stef.
Book leaned over Roxy’s shoulder and saw that her eyes were closed, but her breathing was shallow as if she was on the way toward a panic attack.
Time to distract their woman.
He kissed her shoulder and was pleased when she shivered. He licked his way up her neck and then nibbled on her ear and she drew in a shuddering breath before releasing it in a long sigh. As she released that breath, the tension in her body and muscles began to wane.
He ran his hand down her back, gripped an ass cheek, and began to knead it. Dusty climbed onto the foot of the bed and began to caress her calves and shins and Stefan leaned forward and started kissing her.
Book started kissing his way down her spine and watched as goose bumps formed over her skin. He lifted his head and grinned at Stefan and Dusty as she relaxed even more. He gripped her shoulder and rolled her onto her back and then he planted his lips on hers. She moaned as he delved in with his tongue, tasting and exploring every part of her mouth until she began to move restlessly as her waning desire came back to life.
Her hands landed on his chest as he shifted over her body and it felt so damn good he never wanted her to stop touching him. The skin on the palms of her hands and fingertips was so soft but she caressed him like she couldn’t get enough of him. He felt the same way and although he wanted to spend hours shaping her feminine form and eliciting her to memory, he was way too hungry for her to go slow.
He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, slanting his mouth over hers, tangling his tongue around hers, and taking her very essence into him.
He slowed the kiss down and nibbled his way down to her chest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and savored the taste of her sweetness and the texture of her velvety soft areola on his tongue.
Roxy writhed and moaned, her head moving restlessly on the pillow, and Booker growled with need when her hips bowed up off the bed as she silently begged him to fill her. He couldn’t deny that silent request because he didn’t want to. He needed to be inside of her and he needed it now.
He lifted up onto his arms and knees, gripped her thighs, and spread them wide. He aligned his aching cock with her pussy and as he started to press in, Stefan suckled at one of her nipples. Dusty got off the bed and then climbed up beside her on the other side before, he, too, took the other hard little bud into his mouth.
Roxy mewled and tried to take more of him than he intended as he pushed forward but he tightened his hold on her legs and stopped her when just the head of his cock was inside her tight wet channel.
“What are you doing?” She gasped when he slid in a little more.
“Taking my time with you, darlin’.”
“You don’t need to. I’m more than ready.”
“Yes you are and so am I, but this is our first time together and I want to be able to look back on this moment and remember every nuance of feeling and every expression. Every moan and twitch. I want this to be special for you, Roxy. You’re special to me, honey.” Booker meant every word he’d said. Roxy was the only woman he wanted in his life from now on. The only woman he would make love to ever. She was it for him and he wanted her to realize that he and his brothers were it for her, too.
He saw the moisture in her eyes and hoped that this moment was just as poignant to her as it was to him. A person only ever got one first and he wanted to treasure it for a lifetime and he wanted the same for her. He didn’t want her to look back and remember their first time being a fast, hard fuck. He was making love to her and he wanted her to remember how exceptional this moment was.
Book withdrew slightly and then pressed forward again. He took his time, not wanting to shove in all the way and end up hurting her. He never wanted her to feel pain from him. Not physical or emotional pain and he was going to do everything within his power to make sure she never hurt because of him.
Her lids fluttered down and she moaned when Stefan and Dusty scraped the edges of their teeth over her nipples and he smiled when she shoved her chest up and her pussy tightened around his dick. That was the only pain he ever wanted her to feel. Erotic pain could be such a turn-on for all involved and it looked like Roxy was on board with that. Thank God.
Book groaned when he bottomed out. The tip of his cock was butting up against her cervix and the tight wet walls gripping his dick felt sublime. He’d never felt a pussy as snug, wet, or heavenly as Roxy’s. Now that he was inside her he didn’t want to ever leave. But of course he knew he couldn’t live inside her cunt but he could make damn sure she got off until she screamed his name. He just hoped that blowing her mind would ingratiate him into her heart like she was already in his.
He eased back to the tip and surged forward again, bumping her cervix. She gasped and moaned and her legs became taut beneath his hands as if she wanted to wrap around him with them. And that’s what he wanted, too.
“Wrap those sexy legs around me, darlin’,” Book commanded and was pleased when she immediately complied. She squeezed him with her thighs, her heels digging into his ass as if she was trying to pull him further inside of her, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, like he couldn’t get enough of her. “Yes. Just like that, Roxy.”
Book began to love her intently and he watched her face as his hard
dick glided in and out of her pussy. It felt so good. No, that wasn’t the right word. It was fucking amazing having her heated sheath sliding along, rippling around, and gripping his erection. Every time he stroked forward, he picked up the pace until his balls were slapping against her ass. Dusty kissed her rapaciously and Stefan alternated between sucking one nipple and then the other. He wanted complete control over her pleasure now, so Book unhooked her legs from around him and shoved his arms under them until the back of her knees were over the crook in his elbows, and he spread her wider.
Roxy’s sob of pleasure was muffled by Dusty’s mouth but he still heard it and from the way her cunt was beginning to constrict around his cock, he figured she was getting close. So was he.
Warmth formed at the base of his spine and his balls became harder as they began to draw up. He pounded in and out of her now, the bed rocking and the headboard knocking against the wall. Roxy had a firm grip on the back of Dusty’s neck with her hand and a tight grip of Stefan’s hair as if she was looking for an anchor to keep her grounded as the pleasure began to consume her.
He shifted again, the angle of his cock making his penetration deeper as the tip glided over that sweet spot inside of her cunt. He placed a hand on the top of her mound and then tapped at her clit with a finger. That was all it took to send her up and over.
Dusty broke the kiss as Roxy tilted her head back and she screamed. “Booker!”
Having his name on her lips as she climaxed was music to his ears. He didn’t stop pumping his dick in and out of her as he lengthened her orgasm and he moaned as she continued to ripple, quiver, and quake around him. He pistoned his rod in and out as the tingling at his spine spread out until it felt like fire covered his balls and his cock. He shoved into her twice more and then roared as the fervor culminated to such an intensity he saw stars.
The blaze traveled up his erection and then he shot load after load of jism deep inside the woman he loved more than his own life. Every time an aftershock ran through her his cock twitched and more of his cum erupted from his dick until it was almost painful. By the time he’d emptied his balls he felt like they’d been turned inside out and were slightly tender, but that was nothing to how sensitive the head of his cock felt.
Book had never experienced any like this. He felt like he’d just handed his body, heart, and soul to Roxy, and he hoped she didn’t ever want to hand it back to him. He was hers to do with what she wanted to but he still despaired of having her as his entirely.
He couldn’t make her love him the way he loved her, but he anticipated that she would end up feeling more for him and his brothers after she spent some time with them. If he had his way, she would be moving in with them permanently, but Drew had told them how wary she was of affection after having lived with their emotionless grandparent for so long.
Booker could see that she was scared of caring for anyone besides her brother, but she wasn’t as adept at hiding her feelings as much she thought she was. He’d seen the emotions and tears in her eyes when he’d told her he wanted to make their moment to be a special one. Her gaze had softened, too, when their eyes had met and he’d seen way more than lust in those gorgeous orbs, and tonight wasn’t the only time he’d seen that look.
He’d been attracted to Roxy the first time he’d laid eyes on her and even though she’d been aware of him and his brothers as men, she hadn’t looked at them with any sort of emotion. As soon as she’d seen him or his brothers looking at her she tried to keep her expression stoic, and treated them like she would a brother. But since they were thrown together a lot with the training the pilots went through, and he’d watched her so intently, he’d known when she started to look at them differently. Or maybe he was just able to see beneath that expressionless mask she’d tried to hide behind.
He’d caught her staring after Dusty and Stefan a couple of times when she hadn’t been aware he was watching her and the expression on her face as his brothers had walked away from her had told him everything he’d wanted to know.
Roxy Crowe had been lusting after their bodies, but the more she got to know them the more he’d seen that yearning expression in her eyes. Now that he knew about her childhood he understood her more. She craved to be loved just like any other person, but she was scared of getting hurt or being rejected.
Booker wasn’t going to give her the chance to walk or run from them. He intended to grab hold of her heart and once he had that in the palm of his hand he wasn’t letting go. Not ever.
* * * *
Stefan pulled Roxy into his arms when Booker eased his cock from her pussy and headed into the bathroom. He was famished for her but he knew she needed a little time to recover from her last bout of lovemaking. It felt so good to have her naked body up against his own. She was so tiny compared to him and his brothers, and he was almost afraid to touch her in case he hurt her. He was feeling a little aggressive in his need for her and was a little worried about being too rough with her. He made a conscious effort to be gentle as he ran his hand up and down her back. Even though she was fit and toned, she was so much softer than he was and felt almost fragile. Although he had a feeling if he ever told her that she would give him a mouthful.
He smiled as he imagined her going toe-to-toe with him, the image firmly embedded in his mind. He was more than a foot taller than she was and it would look kind of funny if she got into his face to give him a piece of her mind. The top of her head didn’t quite reach his shoulders. She would have to tilt her head back to meet his gaze and he could just imagine her poking him in the stomach as she gave him what for, but he would enjoy every minute of it. After she’d finished speaking her mind, he would pick her up until they were level and then he would kiss the breath right out of her, until she was moaning, and then he would make love to her until neither of them could move.
He wanted to do that so bad that he was shaking, but first he needed to fire her arousal up again. He wanted to make sure she was feeling comfortable. “How about a shower, sweetness?”
“Hmm, that sounds nice.” She nuzzled her cheek against his chest and sighed. Her little hand was stroking up and down his chest and stomach, and Stefan wished she’d go lower and stroke his cock, but she still seemed a little shy. He would love to take hold of her hand and push it down until she took him in hand, but he didn’t want her to think she had to do something she didn’t want to. He would never force her to do anything, but the thought of having her hand on his cock, or better yet her mouth, sent it twitching and bobbing along with his heartbeat and cum bubbled to the top.
Stefan smothered a moan and rolled to his feet, turned back to the bed, scooped her up into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom. He turned the water on and after testing it lifted her up into his arms and stepped in.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and sighed while she rested her head on his shoulder. Roxy seemed to want to be held and he was fine to do that for as long as she wanted. She felt so good, so right in his arms, and he would never rebuff her if she wanted to cuddle. He thought that maybe the only person she’d ever gotten a hug from was her brother and though that was fine, a hug from a lover was so much better than one from a sibling or family member. Stefan had every intention of spending the night cuddled up with her but that was hours from now.
After a long time of just standing under the water while she hugged him tight, Roxy lowered her legs and then unhooked her arms from around his neck. Neither of them had spoken but in that moment while they’d snuggled Stefan felt closer to her than he ever had before, and it filled him with optimism that she was beginning to care for him and his brothers.
Stefan reached for the new bottle of bodywash, poured some onto a cloth, and washed her thoroughly. He even put a little on the tips of his fingers and pushed those digits up inside before pumping them in and out a few times to clean her sheath. Roxy whimpered and for a moment he’d thought he’d hurt her. He wondered if she was tender after making love to his b
rothers.
“Are you all right, sweetness?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Are you tender?”
“No.” She panted and squirmed and then groaned when he removed his fingers from her cunt and realized that she was turned on again.
He’d wondered if he’d had to hold off from making love with her but it seemed not. It looked like Roxy was just as eager to make love with him as he was with her. Stefan took the handheld showerhead from the wall and after nudging her legs apart rinsed the soap from her pussy. She surprised the shit out of him when she squirted some of the body gel into the palm of her hands and began washing him. When one of her hands wrapped around his dick he almost dropped the showerhead and he had to place the other hand on the shower wall before his shaking legs buckled.
Having her hand sliding up and down his hard shaft was wonderful and each time she got to the corona of his cock she gave a little squeeze and tug. She was a fucking natural at giving him a hand job and after only about five strokes he was heading up to the pinnacle. He clasped her wrist gently and pulled her hand away then rinsed the soap from his body.
“D–did I do it wrong?” Roxy asked in a soft unsure voice as she met his eyes for a moment, before looking down at the floor and her cheeks turned pink.
Stefan put the shower back in the bracket and then lifted her chin with a finger until she was looking him in the eyes. “No, sweetness. That was wonderful. It felt too good and I want to come in your pussy not your hand. I was getting close to shooting off way too soon.”
“You were?”
“Yes, I was.”
She chewed on her lower lip and looked down at his cock before once more meeting his gaze. “I want you to make love to me, Stefan. I need you.”
“I need you, too, Roxy.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight. Roxy was such a contradiction sometimes. When she was in control of an airplane or at work she was full of confidence, but having sex seemed to bring out her vulnerable feminine side. Not that she wasn’t feminine all the time, because she was, but at the moment it was almost as if she was feeling out of her depth, out of control, and not sure how to handle that.
