by Ali D
“No use in getting all worked up over it now. She’s already checking in. I’ll follow her to her room and make sure nothing happens while Cohen checks us in. Noah, park the car where it won’t be seen and then grab our bags so we can shower and change while we can. Only grab the bare minimum since we don’t know how long we’ll be here.”
I see Alessandra walking out of the main building with her duffle slung over her shoulder as she heads toward a dark path leading to the cottages. I tip my head to the guys and then follow behind her in the shadows, trusting the guys to handle the rest. She’s got a confident and strong gait as she looks around, checking for her cottage number. Completely unaffected that she’s walking through a dark forest full of god knows what with minimal lighting on an old busted pathway. A young-ish looking guy comes out of one of the small lodges with an ice bucket, I see the moment he sees her and take note of his interest. The very second he takes notice, a heat burns through his eyes as he rakes his gaze all over her. He’s really gonna make a move out here in the middle of the night like a predator. I watch as he pretends to trip and falls into her space. She’s a clever girl though, and side steps him.
“Hey, you good? You might want to watch where you’re going there bro. You wouldn’t want to be falling on your ass and making a fool of yourself or anything.” She tells him with an extra hint of sass.
“Oh shit, you got attitude, huh? I like that. Do you by chance have a band-aid though? It seems I cut myself, falling for you.” He says grinning. This sleezeball obviously finds himself to be quite the charmer. Who in the actual fuck says cheesy shit like that in real life? I’ll kill him with my bare fucking hands.
“Was that really the best you got? That was honest-to-buddha embarrassing. Nah, and I’m not interested in whatever you had playing out in your head. Good luck with your shit pick up lines next time. Night, man.” She turns to walk away but this motherfucker just doesn’t know when to stop. He grabs her arm and tries to forcefully pull her into him.
“Hey, wait-”
I’m about to give myself away and kill this stupid fucker when my girl flips him over her and onto his back. She throws her boot into his neck, effectively cutting off his airway.
“I don’t know how your mama raised you, but it would appear that you ain’t got shit for manners. Let me give you a little life lesson. Keep your fucking hands to yourself, dickhead.” She says and then walks off.
The guy is still laying on the ground when I approach him, as I watch my sexy as fuck woman find her cottage and let herself into her room. I’m as pissed off as I am turned on and this poor unfortunate fuck is about to feel my wrath, both for touching my woman and because I can’t touch her myself.
I kick him hard enough to knock him out and then drag him back to his room. I see my boys while I’m searching the fuck heads pocket for the key. Whistling to get their attention, I get them to come over without attracting anyone else’s notice. Thank god it’s late and we’re in the middle of nowhere.
“This piece of shit decided to take it upon himself to make a grab for our girl. He put his hands on her and tried to force himself on her.”
“Oh shit, and he’s still alive? Let’s fix that.” Noah jokes... sort of.
“I bet she didn’t take too kindly to that.” Cohen states, already knowing she handles her own shit just fine.
“No, she handled it. I’d just like to finish it. No one touches what’s ours.” I glare at the trash slumped at my feet.
“Well, there aren’t any cameras out here, so we’ve got free reign to do as we please. This place really is a killer’s paradise.” Noah says casually, but I notice the gleam in his eye that tells me we’re about to see the side of him he keeps on a leash.
“Let’s string him up. Maybe we don’t need to kill him, but we can for sure make him wish he were dead.” Cohen smirks.
And so our darkness comes out to play.
* * *
I watch the last of the blood run in slow streams off of my body and swirl down the drain as I start to wash my hair. I don’t feel like we did enough to punish that guy. Cohen is calculating as all fuck and Noah is lethal when the situation call for it, but they usually try not to kill anyone without just cause. Me? Well, I have less of a conscience and would’ve been fine ripping that guy apart with my bare hands because he touched my woman. I mean, who knows how many girls he’s assaulted before. He clearly didn’t have a problem grabbing a perfect stranger in the dead of the night with no one else around to help her, had she needed it. I’m more devil than angel but even I don’t go around blatantly disrespecting women. The ones from my past all knew the score. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Alessandra. Commitment has never actually crossed my mind. Even with my future mapped out for me, there was never the thought that I’d settle down and have a family someday. At some point I imagined I’d be just staying an eternal bachelor because who in their right mind would want to raise kids in a life like this? I’d never want this for my own children. Plus, pussy has never been hard to get, and I’ve never met anyone that grabbed my attention long enough to think about keeping around. Not until Alessandra.
With my girl on my mind, I can envision the perfect life together. Even if we live the lifestyle of mob bosses, I can see it all. Alessandra with a swollen belly, and a handful of children that look a mix between her and myself, Noah and Cohen. Us living in a large compound to accommodate everyone. All of us growing old together, living life to the fullest. Our lives full of more laughter, love, and endless happiness than anyone could ever imagine. With my girl on my brain all my blood goes rushing straight to my dick. It’s not unusual, with her at the constant forefront of my mind, I swear I’ve got a perpetual hard on. Grabbing my shaft, I stroke myself from base to tip using the soap to glide easily over my head. With a firm grip I stroke myself harder, faster, imagining it’s my beautiful queen on her knees in front of me sucking me deep into her throat like she does. I see her big beautiful cerulean eyes staring up at me in my mind and the thought has my knees about to buckle. Using my other hand I have to hold myself up against the shower wall. Imagining filling her with my seed and ensuring she can’t ever leave me again has me blowing my load so forcefully it shoots halfway across the shower stall. As I start to soften, I realize that I’m not going to last much longer waiting for Alessandra to get her shit together. I need her like I need my next breath. I fucking hate this.
Getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out to the common room of the cabin. The boys have been watching Alessandra’s cottage closely, but they’d have alerted me if there had been any movement. Knowing her, she probably showered and then passed the fuck out. Our girl is a hard sleeper these days. She told me once that she used to barely sleep. She never felt safe enough to sleep without one eye open and when she could fall asleep, she was constantly plagued with nightmares. But it seems, with any night she was wrapped up in our arms, she slept like a rock. Hard and peaceful. Watching her sleep has always made me feel like a fucking creep, but the guys and I can’t seem to help it sometimes. I catch them doing it just as much as I do. She’s just so damn beautiful and peaceful, like it’s the only time she doesn’t carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. One day, she’ll let us help.
“Who wants to sleep in the first shift?” I ask.
“You two get some rest. I’ll keep an eye on our feisty girl.” Noah says, looking to a yawning Cohen.
“I’m beat so I won’t argue with you. I’m gonna take a quick shower first though.” He says.
“Ok, sounds good. Wake me up in a couple of hours if she doesn’t make any moves first.” I tell Noah, just before I lay down and pass out ready to dream of having my queen back in my arms.
Chapter Twelve.
Noah.
We’re hours into this shit and I’m seriously ready to beat her ass. Not literally or anything but damn if a nice red handprint wouldn’t look amazing on her fine ass. Mmm.. Yeah, just a little somet
hin’ somethin’ to show her that she’s not always the boss. It would be an absolute pleasure.
This beautiful woman that I can’t get out of my head. This feisty, annoyingly stubborn, god damn female. She’s making me crazy. Like full on, blood vessels are definitely gonna burst, up the fucking wall, crazy. Pazzo. Loco. Absolutely loony, man. I’ve been watching my feisty girl’s room for a few hours now and there’s been no sign of life. Her lights have stayed out since she shut them down hours ago and she hasn’t even so much as shifted a curtain that I’ve noticed. I bet she’s passed out after such a long day on the road. I know I should wake the guys and try to get a little shut eye before we are potentially up and moving again but I can’t bring myself to pull my gaze away from her room. There’s no way my baby is camping out in this dump longer than tonight, I can feel it. Everything about whatever this shit is feels fucking wrong. Working myself up into a simmering rage just thinking about it, I start pacing trying to calm myself down, but I know it won’t make a difference. I’m too lost in my own head, my thoughts overwhelming everything. I’m itching to fight or fuck. Maybe both. No, definitely both. What I wouldn’t give to shove my dick down my baby’s throat right now. My girl needs spanked real good and I have no problem volunteering as the one to do it. I need my woman. She can both fight and get pretty damn dirty in the sheets. Just the thought alone is HOT. AS. FUCK. The only thing that will likely calm me at this point is hate fucking Alessandra. My baby caught up in the sheets getting rough and dirty is exactly what I need right now. Well, except for the potential death note I’d be writing for myself if I actually did sleep with her before she’s legally wed to Matteo and spiritually bound to us all in one big ceremony. Knowing she’d be contractually ours does something to me. We would never force her to do such a thing but knowing she’d willingly commit to each of us like that has my heart beating an irregular fast beat. Fuck, I miss her.
I’m a pretty easy going guy for the most part, some might even call me the outgoing, or fun one of our little brotherhood, but our girl brings out the best and worst in me. She brings out the monsters in me that most people actively avoid, and only she can be the balm I need to soothe the beast inside.
I’m still in my workout clothes from yesterday, the only one who hasn’t taken the time to shower and change, hardly capable of leaving the sight of our girl.
Making a quick minute decision to go out and walk the grounds surrounding her cottage. Hopefully, it’ll calm my nerves a bit and ease my restlessness.
Grabbing a black hoodie, I make my way outside. We are just across the path, about twenty five yards apart from Alessandra’s cabin. Looking around, I see that the guy who fucked up earlier is still strung up in the tree by his own cabin, not a soul awake to help him out yet. He’s spread eagle, strung up to a couple of different trees, gagged and a bloody mess from where we carved him up. I wish we’d done more but we didn’t cut him up enough to kill him, the cuts only deep enough to leave some nasty, wicked scars but not bleed him out completely. It should be just enough to remind him not to touch anyone without their express permission. Although, his scars will for sure keep him from ever getting to touch the female body again. They’ll be ugly and menacing to the eye.
Disgusting to anyone who may witness them in the future. Meh, he’s a sick douche canoe that clearly needed a lesson in basic manners. We’ve done more for less and there’s not a thing I wouldn’t do as retribution for my love. I may look like the big, dumb jock of our group, maybe even the muscle to back everyone up. But what very few people know is that I’m meticulous and strategic in the art of torture. My hidden truth is the cunning ruthlessness that hides just beneath the facade of my carefree demeanor. I’m a happy guy, a silly guy even, but I do love the darker side of me that I keep hidden the most. Don’t get me wrong. I love sports. There’s something special about the rambunctiousness of a good crowd and the athleticism of playing in a game or match but what really gets me going is the strategy and planning. It's the winner's mentality and thought process it takes to game plan and secure the win. Also, maybe a little of the violence that ensues with the more physical sports makes me more apt to enjoy them... Or a lot of it.
I work up to a brisk jog, making my way around her cottage, double checking for anything suspicious. As I come up to Alessandra’s window it’s immediately noticeable that she left a crack in her window, probably to cool down her room a bit. I test it to see how fully it will open and notice that she locked it at the point that she could just barely get a small breeze through the window but not enough that someone could break in. Thank fuck my girl is smart enough to lock herself in, and probably had done her own safety checks too. She’s smart, strong and so damn beautiful it hurts. Now that she’s taken this time to walk away from us, it’s easy to remember how lucky the guys and I are to have even had the smallest sliver of time with her. If we’re lucky, when this is all over, she’ll still let us have her love forever.
I can barely fit two of my meaty fingers through the crack, it’s just enough that I can slightly pull the curtain aside to peek in at her. My brain is screaming at me to make sure I can see her enough to know that she’s safe. We couldn’t get in there ahead of her to do our own safety check and my mind won’t stop reminding me that any unknown dangers could be lurking from within. Really, it’s just my own selfishness and ego that wants her to need us as much as we need her. I want her to rely on us to keep her safe. I want her to talk us through her problems so that we can work out a solution together. I need her to trust us enough to shoulder the weight of her burdens when they feel too heavy. I need her to love us enough to want us in her corner to back her up, not because she isn’t strong enough to fight her own battles, but because she wants us as badly as we want her. Forever and a lifetime.
Peeking in, I follow the beam of the moonlight straight to our feisty girl. I see my beauty startle awake, writhing on the top of her sheets. Even though it’s semi dark and hard to see clearly, there’s just enough moonlight streaming across her long, lean body. She must’ve been having some pretty naughty dreams because it doesn’t take long before her left hand is squeezing her breast, every few moments plucking and pinching her hard budded nipples. In my mind, I can see the dusky rose buds peaking to perfection. Her breasts are a work of art, so beautiful I could spend hours teasing, tonguing, biting and even just looking at. In fact I have. I’ve never been jealous of her own hands before, it’s an odd concept for sure. Her right hand is definitely playing with the heaven between her thighs, finding her pleasure with slow caresses along her clit, thrusting one, then two fingers into her silken heat. It’s only then that I hear her melodic soft moans reach my ears. Just watching her has my dick thickening in response but damn, those fucking noises are just...
Mmm...
Alessandra hadn’t taken advantage of our hands or our mouths before she took off for this random as fuck road trip so it’s not even a little bit surprising that she’s as desperate for an orgasm as the rest of us are. This is the longest any of us have gone without getting each other off since living together. My poor baby must be feeling so needy right now. It takes my every ounce of willpower not to barge in there and take control of the situation for her.
Grabbing a hold of my cock through my basketball shorts, I try to grasp it hard enough that I can keep myself from coming from her voice alone. I may still technically be a teenager but I’m not some prepubescent fuck that can’t stop himself from coming in his pants at the thought of a hot girl. Even if she is my hot girl.
She’s working herself over real good now, thrusting her hips up off of the mattress. Her groaning is getting a little louder now and I’m practically salivating over the memory of the taste of her lips, her tongue, her silky skin, her delectable pussy and her cum. My whole body starts vibrating with lust as thoughts of her flood my brain. As a horny son of a bitch on a good day, I’m watching my real life wet dream in the making and it is fu-uh-uh-cking me all the way up. I’m hovering outside her
window like a total creeper but even that thought can’t make me walk away. I’m rooted to this very spot, unable to keep myself from watching and waiting for my love to come. Hard. I don’t even care if she catches me anymore because there’s nothing I love more than witnessing the frenzied way she releases her orgasm and I’m not willing to miss it happen. My breathing is becoming heavy and erratic as I watch her work the tension out of her body with her fingers buried inside of herself and a few flicks to that sweet little clit. It’s so fucking sexy. I’ll creep on her forever and not care a single bit how weird it may seem to anyone else. I love this woman. Period. She’s it for me. I’m not just some skeevy weirdo stalking some random. At least, that’s how I’ll justify it in my own mind anyway.
There’s now holding back now, I have to touch myself. I have to pretend it’s her I’m pumping my thick length into and not my hand. Working my dick over with a tight fist, I move faster, moving to match the pace in which her fingers now move, in and out of her swollen, juicy cunt. It’s when she starts moaning mine and the guys’ names over and over again in a chant that I start to fall apart.
“Cohen, ‘Teo, Noah. Ohhh... Cohen, ‘Teo, Noaaaaahhhh, Oh my god...” She whisper yells.
Fuuuuuucccckkkk...
I can’t hold back as we reach our climax together. I bite my lower lip so hard I can taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue as I fight to keep myself from groaning out loud. The guys would kill me if I got caught with my pants down, so to speak. Thank fuck I’m obscured by the dark night and shadows of the forest surrounding the cottage grounds.
I watch her for a while longer as she lays there, exhausted but finally sated, if not content. I watch her as she rolls to the side and snuggles up against as many pillows as she can, seemingly trying to make her feel the comfort of having all of her men surrounding her like at home. I listen as she whispers into the darkness her “I love you’s” to me and the guys, praying it’ll carry it to us all, knowing the dark is where we’ve always resided. If she only knew that we’ve finally made a home in the light, that we’ve finally found our home in her. We no longer need to hide amongst our demons hidden in darkness and she shouldn’t either.