Four Love

by Rylon, Jayne

  “Take your time. And while you’re busy blowing Lorenzo’s…mind, I’ll start making some calls and figuring out the best way to get this done. I’m going to keep you safe, Holly. We’ll figure out the rest together, okay?” Trent kissed the side of her face, then let her go, trusting her to take care of what she could while he did his part.

  For the first time she realized their strength wasn’t in doing everything together, it was in balancing each other out. And until Lorenzo was part of that equation again, things wouldn’t add up.

  “Okay.” She took a deep breath, then crossed the kitchen and living room to the back door. She nudged Moose aside before muttering, “Wish me luck.”

  “You don’t need luck when you have love on your side,” Owen told her.

  She blew him a kiss, then went out into the yard to do the right thing.

  16

  Holly stood on the threshold, scared of doing what she had to but even more terrified that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off. In the background, she heard Owen baiting Trent. “Lorenzo doesn’t stand a chance. Ask me how I know. No really, ask me. You’re going to be so fucking jealous.”

  “I knew it. You bastard. I was getting grilled by the cops while you were here doing…whatever it was you were doing. You better tell me every last detail. It’s the least you can do.”

  Their bickering, even if it was for show, did its job. It gave her confidence. Things could go back to normal between them if she handled this right. Holly shut the backdoor quietly behind her, then took a long, deep breath before emerging from the shade of the house and into the sunshine.

  For a moment, she tipped her face up into it, letting the first really hot day of the year seep into her bones and lend her strength as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. Sort of like how she was getting used to the way the three men she loved illuminated the rest of her existence.

  There was no doubting it.

  The thought of losing them wouldn’t make her do and say stupid shit if she didn’t care a hell of a lot. Unfortunately, it might be tough to convince Lorenzo of the truth when she’d done the one thing that would prove otherwise to him.

  He stood at the edge of the yard, shirtless, chest as bare and raw as his emotions while he stared at the slight ripples crossing the surface of the modest pool in their backyard. It wasn’t big but it was pretty, with an irregular shape and a succulent garden border that surrounded it and an entertainment area holding a grill, a table and chairs, and a pergola, which shaded a comfortable day bed. The guys had slaved over the outdoor space to transform it into an oasis in the middle of the city.

  It hadn’t been quite hot enough before now for them to enjoy it, but she was looking forward to the rest of spring and cookouts and the refreshment the cool water would bring during the steamiest days of their future.

  If she could fix what she had broken by reassuring the man she’d inadvertently injured with her insecurity and fears. Holly neared Lorenzo, approaching slowly. He didn’t turn to face her.

  “I’m sorry, Lorenzo.”

  “Oh, you’re still here? Need me to call a cab?” he asked, deadpan. As if he didn’t give a shit one way or the other.

  Okay, fine. She’d let him have that one jab.

  “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She took a deep breath, then admitted, “I got scared. Just for a minute. What you need to understand is that I would have been back, even if Trent and Owen hadn’t been there to stop me from messing things up entirely. I’ll always come back to you.”

  She stepped closer and reached way up to lay her hand on the knotted muscles at his shoulder. Damn, he was tense.

  He shrugged her off. Her stomach did flip-flops. What if she’d broken his trust one time too many?

  “What are you going to do if Trent goes away?” His question was strangled, as if he could barely force it out. “Losing him for years will be bad enough. If you go with him, if we’re not enough to keep you on our own—”

  “Don’t even say that.” Holly couldn’t bear the thought of Trent surrounded by concrete and steel instead of their loving arms.

  “I don’t want to. I don’t even want to think it. But it could happen!” He whirled then, slicing his hands through the air between them. “And then what?”

  “Then we ride it out together.” She opened her arms, and though he didn’t step into them, neither did he evade her when she advanced, putting them around him and hugging him tight. “I might need a moment to breathe every once in a while, but nothing can take me away from you. Or Owen. With or without Trent, I want you.”

  Air whooshed out of him, ruffling her hair. “You do?”

  “Yeah, turns out I’m a hot guy hoarder. What can I say?” She smiled wryly as she peeked up at him. “Of course, that means I want him and Owen too. But that doesn’t dictate what I feel for you. Lorenzo, I love you. You know that, right?”

  His head canted to one side, making his gorgeous onyx hair shift in the sunlight until it seemed almost blue. He stared down into her wide-open eyes for the space of a ragged breath, and then two. “What did you say?”

  “You heard me.” Why wasn’t he saying it back?

  “Say it again.” He held onto her, his fingers flexing where moments before they’d been limp and defeated.

  This time she didn’t second guess, and she certainly didn’t backtrack or run. She shouted up to the sky, “I love Lorenzo! You hear me, universe? I love him. And Owen. And Trent. So fuck you if you think you’re going to break us apart. It’s not happening. I love them!”

  When she opened her eyes, panting, emotion pouring out of her as if she’d ripped the scab off a not-quite-healed sore, Lorenzo was grinning.

  “What?” she asked. Her face burned and not from the desert sun.

  “You’re adorable as fuck when you get riled up.” He took her into his arms and lifted her so that her toes dangled several inches off the ground.

  “Hey. What are you doing?” She squirmed, but he squashed her attempts to escape. Instead, he strode through the crushed red rocks and pinned her against the back fence. It surprised her, yeah. But scared her? Never. Not in his arms.

  “I’m going to show you that you’re mine. Ours.” He leaned into her. “You’re not going anywhere, are you? Not today, and not ever.”

  His body screened her, shielded her, from anyone who might have been peeking into the yard. That was good, so they couldn’t see the way her body responded instantly to his dominance. Her nipples drew tight and she would swear she got wet in record time. “I said I wasn’t.”

  “Good. Because Holly, whether it’s smart or not…” Lorenzo bit her neck, inspiring her to raise her legs and wrap them around his waist. “I love you too. Damn you.”

  “I’ll take that.” She arched against him, wishing it were possible to get even closer than they already were. The explosive tension of the confrontation in the kitchen, the fear, the anxiety, all of it required an outlet, and she was pretty sure he’d be willing to provide it for her.

  “Yes, you will.” He reached down and encircled her wrists with his fingers before pinning her arms beside her head. “See, even if you had run, I would have chased you. My ex might have left me, but I let her go because I knew deep down, it wasn’t meant to be. With you… No, I’d fight for you.”

  “You would?” She should probably be appalled by his barbarism. But she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her want him more. To be claimed by him in such a way that it erased her fear that they could be torn apart.

  What happened between them—her and Lorenzo, as well as the whole group together—would shape their futures. And she knew now that those paths would be the same.

  “Yeah.” He wasn’t gentle when he took her mouth.

  Then he showed her exactly what he meant by claiming she belonged to him. Her body responded to his every touch, bending and flaring with each connection they made. Suddenly, there weren’t nearly enough of those to suit her.

  “Maybe we
should go inside,” she suggested between kisses.

  “Too far.” He growled against her skin. “I’ve waited long enough to have you to myself.”

  “Is that what you want?” She wished her hands were free so she could run her fingers through his thick mane.

  “Sometimes. I love sharing you, being part of something bigger, but it’s about more than that.”

  “For me too,” she whispered.

  “This is one of those times.” He let go of her long enough to wedge one hand between them and straight down the front of her pants. He found her pussy and the places she needed his touch most, as though he had made love to her thousands of times instead of only a few.

  “What if the neighbors see? What if one of the security guys does?”

  “So what?” Lorenzo clearly didn’t give a shit. “They can get a good look at my ass any time they pony up the cover charge at the club. So they should consider it a freebie. A community service.”

  “The police might not agree, and they’re all over Trent already.”

  “It’d be worth a misdemeanor charge to be inside you right now.” He grazed his stubbled jaw over her cheek, the prickles only making her need him more.

  So Holly didn’t object when he shoved her pants down to mid-thigh and flashed her a wicked grin when he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath them.

  “Besides.” He allowed a hint of his usual laidback facade through his very serious demeanor then. “Your mom forgave Trent for getting you kidnapped, so she’ll probably be nice enough to bail us out.”

  Horrified, Holly couldn’t even think about that. Her face, crumpled in horror, must have been apparent.

  Lorenzo cracked up. Thank God he wasn’t still mad, or worse—hurt. “In any case, I’m pretty sure the secret agent dudes and lady out front are more likely to cheer us on then call the cops to report us.”

  She got the feeling he was probably right about that.

  Lorenzo twisted his hand and unsnapped his jeans with a flick of his fingers.

  “Do they have stripper school for that or what?” she teased.

  Thankfully, his quick smile and even faster attraction was back, wiping away the last of his melancholy. “I know all kinds of tricks.”

  Holly was almost—but not quite—afraid to ask. “Like what?”

  “I can easily make you come without taking any more of your clothes off, remember?”

  Eventually, maybe. Easily? Nah. Holly couldn’t help it, she rolled her eyes at him. And that was all it took.

  Lorenzo grabbed her ass, and hoisted her up farther against the fence so that her pelvis was aligned with his. Then he reclaimed her arms and nailed them to the fence. He kissed her as he danced, to music only he could hear, rubbing the bulge of his hard cock over her pussy. Despite the fact that he hadn’t entered her yet, she knew he was going to win this war of wills.

  His body felt so good against hers, solid and so damn hot he heated her from the inside out.

  His hair fell forward, framing their faces and making her forget that anything existed outside the two of them and the intimate moment they were sharing. Lorenzo kissed her, his mouth stealing over hers, his tongue sparring with hers before he moved away again.

  And when he came up for air, he bit her lower lip just enough to make her pussy clench, wishing she had him to hold on to. His hips kept rocking, making sure he rode the furrow between her legs. His erection nudged her clit at the peak of each stroke.

  Did he do this to women at the club? Was that why he made so damn much money?

  And would she care if he kept doing it now?

  Holly blinked, trying not to let reality steal her enjoyment. Too late. Her breathing slowed and her legs loosened around him.

  “That’s not how this works,” he told her. Lorenzo pressed harder, grinding on her and making her wetter despite her attempts to flee before he overwhelmed her. This time there was nowhere to run. Between Lorenzo and the fence at her back, she was trapped. Forced to confront the situation.

  “How does it work exactly?” she asked, her voice breathy. “Do women tip you extra for lap dances if they come on you?”

  He froze. “They used to. But I haven’t gone off the stage in about a month.”

  “Oh.” Holly closed her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a bitch today.”

  Instead of dropping her or berating her, Lorenzo smiled. “Jealous?”

  “Maybe,” she admitted.

  “You don’t want anyone else to have this cock? Only you?” He rubbed up against her again, this time with faster jabs of his hips that made her eyes fly open once more.

  “Yeah.” Holly didn’t care if it was selfish, given that he shared her with his best friends so seamlessly. It was the truth.

  “Good. Because you’re the only one I want to give it to, and I’m going to make you love every minute of it when I finally do.” He kissed down her neck, his hips adding a circle at the top of every stroke. Her thighs quivered around him, and she knew they weren’t going to be exposed long out there in the backyard.

  Because she was about to surrender by coming before he’d even tried to press into her.

  “Go ahead.” It was more of an order than an invitation. “Prove me right and I’ll reward us both. I’m going to fuck you so good, Holly.”

  No fair. She couldn’t resist the combination of his confidence, his prowess, and his desire. A ball of pleasure slammed into her core then rippled outward, making every bit of her it expanded through shudder and clench. Even her teeth clicked together as she writhed in his hold.

  Lorenzo didn’t stop and he definitely didn’t drop her.

  As soon as she came, she felt him shift. His hand left her arm long enough to spear between them again, freeing his cock from his underwear. Before she’d stopped spasming, he began to penetrate the pulsing rings of muscle at her entrance.

  It felt so good that Holly repeated his name in a guttural chant as he drove up into her.

  The fence behind her creaked.

  She hoped it held, but not even the mental image of them crashing, still fucking, into the neighbor’s yard and getting a million splinters in sensitive places was going to keep her from welcoming him inside her then.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled. “You belong here, don’t you, Holly? With me. With us. In our beds and our lives. Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking otherwise.”

  When he punctuated his demands with a nip on her neck, she shuddered, another mini orgasm washing over her as he pumped into her.

  He wasn’t rough, but he was all-consuming. His strokes were glides, not painful thrusts. Unrelenting, they drove her wild as she was impaled on his thick cock. She milked him, coming again—or still—as he rode her, unleashing his doubts and the pain of nearly breaking apart as he fused them together as tightly as he could.

  “Damn, Holly. You feel so good. So right. We fit. Don’t you see that?” He nearly begged as he filled her so full she could hardly do anything but cry out his name over and over. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to spur him on.

  “I do.” She gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

  “Right there?” he grunted

  “Yeah.” Holly panted each time he did it. “Yeah. Yeah.”

  Then she was exploding, thankful for the wooden slats behind her, keeping her upright when the entire world went out of focus. She would have screamed if he weren’t there to swallow the blatantly sexual sound she made as she wrung his dick dry.

  Lorenzo shuddered as he joined her, freezing, locked deep before unloading within her. His balls tapped her pussy as he jerked, emptying himself. The entire time, he stared into her eyes, letting her see that no matter what happened, he was never going to run on her.

  And neither was she.

  Never again.

  Lorenzo braced himself with one straight-locked arm against the fence, his chest heaving as he basked in the remnants of his orgasm the same way she had the sunlight whe
n she’d emerged from the house. After a minute or maybe two, he slipped from her body.

  Wobbly, Holly fixed her shorts, then sank to her knees. Lorenzo’s hands dropped to his cock, slick with their mingled pleasure and tried to tuck it into his pants, but she must have really gotten to him because suave, practiced Lorenzo couldn’t seem to manage the simple task by himself.

  Holly leaned in and kissed the head of his cock, then did it for him. She sat on her haunches as she rested her head on his thigh and peered up at him, grinning.

  She couldn’t wait to tell Trent and Owen that they’d fucked and made up. Maybe the other two would want to celebrate with them next. Just as soon as they caught their breath.

  When Lorenzo had, he put his hands beneath her arms and lifted her to her feet.

  “Did you like knowing someone could have seen us?” Holly arched a brow.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Maybe I’ll have Trent and Owen bring me to the club next time you’re working so you can roam free of the stage again.” She winked. “I hear I have some cash in my bank account these days. I can afford a big tip if you give me a proper lap dance in front of everyone so they can see what we already know: I do belong to you. To all three of you, and you’re mine too.”

  He groaned.

  Somehow the thought of being that woman, the kind who could ask a man at a club for his services and enjoy them right there, anyone watching be damned… well, that sounded like the stuff of one of her wildest fantasies. They made her into the person she’d only wished she could someday become before she’d met them.

  “Hey, love birds!” one of their security guards, Holly thought it was the guy they called Ransom, shouted at them. Both of them jumped before glancing, guilty as fuck, in that direction.

  “Is that what you call them? I was thinking more along the lines of horny toads,” Sevan joked as she peeked from between her own two lovers.

  “When you’re in love, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Levi shrugged. Holly should ask them how they seemed to understand her struggle so well sometime. What was their story? “But now that you’ve gotten that out of your systems, can you please get those fine asses back inside?”