She was enough to make me forget what was going on in that cabin, enough to make all logical thoughts leave my mind. All worries, all concerns, gone like that. I didn’t know what it was about her that drove me so crazy, but there had to be something to get me to act like this, to get me to want her so badly I didn’t care what happened between me and the Luciano sons as a result.
Could we share a woman together for an extended period of time? I had no idea, but I needed to try. We needed to try. To lose Lola… I didn’t think I could bear it at all.
“I was wrong,” Lola murmured, eyes slit as she stared at me. “That’s not a banana… it’s a snake.” She leaned toward me, pressing those full lips upon my neck and causing me to groan as she sucked a tender spot.
My hands grasped her hips, and I fumbled to get her pants down. It killed me to not be inside her, to not feel her tight core clamping down on my cock. That morning, when Sylvester had discovered us together, I admit, I didn’t fight her. I could’ve pulled her off me, but I didn’t. I didn’t, because I wanted her more than anything in the entire world. Even if it was wrong, even if the Luciano brothers had claimed her body—I wanted her, too.
I wanted her everything. Her body, her crazy mind, the sly smiles and the bloodlust. I wanted everything Lola encompassed, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling the same about another girl. I’d had girlfriends, sure, but none were as all-consuming as she was. She had devoured me, and unless she spit me up, I was quite content with where I was.
I breathed hard, managing to say, “I need to be inside of you.” As much as her hand felt great wrapped around my dick, I needed to feel her body shudder as I filled her up. This girl… she was addicting in the best way, and if something ever happened to her, if we made it through this and Richie decided to kill her, I’d never be the same.
I… I might give up the life. I might walk away, because what was the point in everything if you weren’t happy? Lola made me happy, and I would fight tooth and nail to keep her.
Lola dropped her hand, leaning her head back against the tree as her eyes fell to my exposed cock. “Go ahead,” she purred out, “I won’t stop you.” She grinned, flashing her perfectly white and straight teeth, the smile of someone who wasn’t quite all there in the head but didn’t give a shit.
None of us here were sane, and we were liars if we said we were.
I yanked Lola’s pants down, tugging aside her lacy panties. A part of me wanted to tear them off with my teeth, but now wasn’t the time to completely lose it. Being with her in the woods, in the middle of fucking nowhere, was losing it enough. Plus, the time it would take for me to do that would be time I wasted not being inside of her. You had to pick your battles, you see.
Wrapping an arm around Lola’s ass, I picked her up, using the tree as support as I gripped the base of my shaft and guided myself into the hole between her legs. She flung her arms around my neck, letting out a feminine sigh as I pushed into her. Her grip on me was iron strong, her arms around me locked.
She was everything I remembered and more. So much more, because now I knew how she felt. With Lola, you might think you knew, but unless she told you point-blank, you were in the dark. Now I knew she felt for me, and that only served to further what I felt for her.
Love. I was so in love with this crazy girl.
And so I fucked her against the tree. I fucked her so hard there might be bruises on her back later today from the hot and heavy session, but I couldn’t stop myself, nor did she ask me to lighten up. If anyone liked it rough and wild, it was Lola. Just another part of her that was perfect for us, for this family… for me.
She was perfect for me, and I’d be damned if I ever let her go. If Lola thought she would walk to her death in this war with the DeLucas, she was wrong. She wouldn’t be alone. I’d be right there beside her, because if she was going to go out swinging, so was I.
Her cunt was tight, and the position we were in lent to some resistance, but it made her feel tighter, and I let out a moan when I was inside her as deep as I could go. Her body felt perfect wrapped around my length, like it was made for me, meant for me.
One of my hands pressed flat upon the tree bark beside her head, and I withdrew my hips, jerking into her again. I could not get enough; it was almost like I was an animal, seeking its mate, its pleasure and its release, nothing else on my mind. Lola brought out my inner animal, my inner viper, even though I tried to keep the beast at bay. With her, it broke out of its cage just to consume everything she was.
My blood ran hot, my balls slapping as I pumped into her. Every so often, Lola let out a grunt or a moan, telling me that she needed this as much as I did. So, I went at her harder, fiercer, and I hoped after this she would know in her heart of hearts I didn’t just tell her I loved her because of everything going on.
It was true. If there was one thing in my soul I knew was true, it was my feelings for this girl. How crazy she drove me, how much she was on my mind, even when I wasn’t with her. Fate had sought to bring us together, and now I’d never let her go. Hell or high water, Lola and I would be together until the end.
Pressure built inside of me, my breathing ragged and rough. My thrusts became shorter as I lost myself to the pleasure that had been building ever since meeting my mouth with hers earlier. An orgasm swept through me like a violent tide, a surge, wave upon wave of bliss as I came inside her, coating her inner walls with my seed. Hot, sticky cum that might leak out into those lacy panties, but it would only serve as a reminder of our time together.
I didn’t pull out right away, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting to go back to the cabin just yet. Surely they were still talking, surely Richie didn’t want us to return just yet? Maybe we could go for another round, a different position, or something.
It was as I was thinking about suggesting it out loud when I heard footsteps. Footsteps coming from someone who was obviously not us. I had no idea who it could be, but they were coming from the direction of the cabins, which told me enough.
Though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I withdrew from her, stuffing myself away and hurrying to pull up my pants. I couldn’t even tell Lola to hurry up in fixing herself, for I was too busy staring off through the trees as I zipped up my pants and worked on my belt next. My cock was still hard, though; there was only enough time to put it away, but not enough to get rid of the evidence of what we’d been doing. It could be anyone walking towards us, after all.
A figure emerged from the trees, and my back straightened when I saw who it was. The tattooed neck. The dark clothes. The muscles and half-shaven head. The pitch-black hair and equally dark eyes.
Maddox.
And his dark stare wasn’t on me for long; it moved to Lola after seeing the imprint of my cock in my pants. I threw a glance over my shoulder to see that Lola was unhurried in yanking her panties back in place and pulling up her pants, which meant—
Almost immediately, I was tackled to the ground, a fist connecting with my jaw, causing me to see stars for a few moments. Maddox wrestled with me, and though I knew I could put up more of a fight, I also knew now was not the time to.
“What the fuck—” Maddox grunted, and though I tried to stop him from punching me again, he landed another on the side of my head.
“Maddox!” Lola hissed, but she made no moves to try to peel him off me. Smart. When Maddox was upset, he tended to lash out at everyone. He was not a master at controlling his emotions, not at all.
“You think you can do whatever the fuck you want with her, hmm?” Maddox growled the words out, one hand wrapping around my throat so hard he immediately stifled all breath out of me. His other hand reached into the waistband of his pants, where his gun sat, its steel a matte black. He took the safety off and leaned it against the side of my head, and all struggling from me stopped.
Fuck. I knew Sylvester, Maddox, and I should’ve sat down and had a talk. Their family wasn’t good with talking, though, so it never happened. I didn’t know why
I expected anything different.
I stared up at Maddox, seeing nothing but a man blinded by rage. His breathing was hard, furious, and the gun against my temple felt cool. I tried to stay calm, but I did not reach for him again, knowing he was rash enough to pull the trigger without thinking of the consequences. Such as: I was one of the few who were still loyal to him and his family—keeping away from Lola was just not something I could do anymore.
“Are you going to kill me for being with the girl I love?” I asked, waiting for his rashness to end it all. What a pathetic end this would be for me, but I refused to back down, to apologize. I might not be equal to the man straddling me and holding his gun against my head, but I was not a dog he could shoot whenever he pleased.
“I should kill you for being with the girl I love,” Maddox grumbled back.
“Whoa there, cowboy,” Lola spoke, her voice low and soothing enough to get Maddox’s attention away from me, at least temporarily. His dark eyes were on her as she went on, “You’re not going to shoot Viper. You’re going to get off him and apologize.”
Maddox sneered. “And why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because I need you both, and I’m so sick of the dick-measuring contest. You both have really nice ones, okay? Can we just leave it at that?” Lola’s voice was only a teeny bit annoyed with Maddox’s antics, and I knew Maddox was too bullheaded to notice it himself. “God,” she said, “I think I’ve said this word more today than I ever have in my entire life.” She folded her arms across her chest, thinking back. “Am I fucked up or what, for being in love with you assholes?”
The pressure of the gun against my temple lessened, but Maddox didn’t pull away completely. He stared at her, squinty-eyed, trying to piece it all together. “But—do you really—for real?” It was like he couldn’t get out a full sentence to save his life, which would’ve been amusing if his finger wasn’t on the trigger of a gun near my head.
“Unless you’re going to kill me,” I spoke, causing Maddox’s stare to return to me, “get off me.”
Maddox actually looked like he couldn’t decide what he’d rather do, but Lola came closer, setting a hand on his shoulder. Her touch visibly soothed him, and I watched him get off me, finally—albeit begrudgingly. I was on my feet the next moment, rubbing my jaw. It hurt already, by the way.
“Good job,” Lola had to praise him like he was a child who’d resisted going into the cookie jar, but in this case the cookie jar was my brain.
I resisted my urge to roll my eyes as I went for my own gun, which still rested near the trunk of the tree we’d just fucked against. Things might’ve been different if I had my weapon on me, or things would’ve just been messier.
Maddox could not stop glaring at me. “Does Sylvester know about this?” He was hesitant to put away his gun; it was almost like he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to let me go yet or not. Lola would kill him if he killed me, that much I was certain of.
“He does,” Lola spoke with a shrug. “He’s known for a while, actually.”
Maddox gaped at her. “What? He’s fucking known for a while and he didn’t fucking tell me?” The word fuck was his favorite word when he was angry, clearly. Even to someone who didn’t have to deal with him on a daily basis, it would be obvious. “Why the fuck not?”
“Maybe,” I started, careful not to stand too close to Lola, lest Maddox get furious again, “he knew you would react like this and try to kill me.” If I sounded bitter, that’s because I was. I’d been loyal to his family for all these years, and he’d kill me for fucking the girl he apparently loved.
I mean, I would feel the same, but luckily for my sanity I was not Mad Maddox. And, anyway, the girl in question was the girl we all had feelings for. Weren’t we man enough to admit it?
Maddox frowned. “I guess.”
“I think you should put your gun away,” Lola advised, “because you’re not going to shoot Viper.” She leaned against his arm, turning her full charms on him. A wide, toothy grin spread across her face. “Maddox is in love. Who knew something like that was even possible? Remember when you came to my room to kill me but then you ended up fucking me instead?” She giggled. “Good times, good times.” Suddenly she turned serious as she stared between Maddox and me. “Hey, you just tried to kill him. Maybe you should fuck him now—”
Growling out a breath, Maddox pulled away from her and gave us both his back. “On that note, I’m going back to the fucking cabin.”
Lola looked at me and shrugged. “It was just a suggestion.”
There was a lot I could’ve said to Lola right then, but I kept it to myself as I caught up with Maddox, my shoes crunching on the dead leaves below. “Why did you come out looking for us?” I asked. Maddox should be with his father and his brother, planning our comeback. Or our last stand. However you wanted to look at it.
“I figured you might want to meet the doctor who’s going to be pulling those bullets out of your brother and fixing him up,” Maddox grunted, and in a few more moments, we emerged out of the tree line, and I saw that a new vehicle sat beside the ones we’d brought here.
My heart skipped a beat. The doctor was here. I must’ve been too lost in Lola and the feeling of being inside her to hear the car pull up. Shit. We never should’ve strayed too far from the cabin.
I needed to talk to him, to meet him, to make sure he knew damn well that my brother was everything to me, the only family I had left—and if he fucked this up, I would fuck him up, in turn. That was a promise.
Chapter Six – Lola
I thought suggesting the two of them fuck was a very reasonable thing, considering Maddox’s history with trying to kill me and then, you know, fucking my brains out. It was more like a habit now, I think, something that had, at first, startled me into acceptance, and then when I realized how fun it was, I was all for it.
I guess dicks weren’t everyone’s cup of tea, though. Sad, because I think it’d be a hot sight.
Viper and Maddox were a bit ahead of me, mumbling amongst themselves. I could’ve hurried to their sides, could’ve asked them to tell me what the fuck they were talking about, but I didn’t, because I couldn’t let myself care.
Don’t get me wrong, I did, I cared a whole lot more than I wished I did, but in order to do what we had to do, in order to go back to that city and show Bianca DeLuca up, I had to be in the right headspace, and constantly weeping over Mike’s immobile body was not going to help me get there.
A new car sat near ours, I discovered once we were out of the forest. The trees had been cut near the cabins and the driveway; the crisp and clear blue sky of the wilderness above us. The new car was off, meaning it’d gotten here a little while ago, since no one was currently in it.
Well, shit. If that was the doctor… that explained why Maddox left the cabin and the planning to get us. Viper, rather. Not me.
And, believe me, it was a good thing Maddox had not killed Viper, because if he would’ve let his anger and jealousy take over, I would’ve given him a piece of my mind—and he certainly would not have liked it.
Like, come on. We were all one big family now, weren’t we? No need to get jealous. I’d said it before, and I meant it: there was plenty of me to go around. More than enough. Possibly even too much me. I think, sometimes, I could be a little much.
I followed Maddox and Viper to the front porch of the cabin, not knowing what to expect. From the story Daddy Luciano had told earlier, I expected someone old, someone who kept their medical practice in the back of their car, even if that car was a nice, shiny black sportscar. I was expecting a grizzled old man, maybe with a constant stink eye, who looked like he hated the world and only did what he did because of his loyalty to the family, to the Scotts, whoever the fuck they were.
The person I saw when we walked into the cabin was not that. Not at all.
I froze near the door, leaving it wide open behind me as I stared at the new guy. He wasn’t old. In fact, I’d say he was in his thirties, maybe?
Pitch black hair, equally dark eyes, muscles that nearly put Viper’s and Maddox’s to shame. Super tall, probably about as tall as Roman, and that hitman was like a fucking giant. Sexy and alluring, yes, in the dark and dangerous kind of way. Definitely my kind of man. He didn’t scream doctor to me, though.
He was currently locked in a conversation with Richard, and Sylvester stood off to the side, near Carter. Roman had gone, I assumed back to the other cabin with his girl. Both Carter and Sylvester currently stared at the newcomer as if they didn’t know what to think of him.
That made three of us.
“He seems…” Sylvester stopped, glancing at Maddox. “Slightly unhinged, like you.” At that, Maddox could only glare and harrumph.
I brought my stare back to the man, dragging my gaze along him. The way he stood was akin to the way a hunter would, someone who was always aware of their surroundings, someone who you could never catch off-guard. Feet spread apart, arms hanging at his sides, he wore dark jeans and a black t-shirt, and the shirt’s fabric hugged the veiny, bulging muscles on his arms.
If I wasn’t a gal in love, I would imagine climbing that motherfucker like a tree. Hell, I still might’ve…
“Who is he?” Viper whispered, and almost simultaneously, the man and Richard left the living room, heading down the hall, towards Mike’s room.
Carter and Sylvester didn’t get a chance to answer, for within another moment, the man returned, without Richard at his side. His black gaze narrowed at us—okay, mostly at me, I think. He spoke, “Who the fuck are you supposed to be?” His voice was low and gruff, and he sounded ticked off, like he was ready to strangle anyone who gave him an answer he didn’t like.
I think I liked this guy.
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