“Embarrassed,” she squeaked.
“No. Don’t be,” he said to her and stroked her chin and lower lip. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to hers in a quick soft peck. She looked at him.
“I can’t let you guys in.” She shook her head. “I just can’t do it,” she added.
Spadaro squinted at her and then changed positions, lifted her up into his arms, and then placed her on the bed across the middle. He climbed up with her and pulled her onto his chest. He caressed her bare back, and Basile climbed up behind her and kissed her bare shoulder, ran his palm along her hip, the tattoo, and her ass.
“So obviously something traumatic happened in your life that brings on these panic attacks. How often do you have them?” Spadaro asked her and stroked her side and then her arm, bringing it up to his chest. She snuggled closer against him.
Basile continued to kiss her skin.
“I’d rather not talk about it. I’m really sorry this happened. I knew I shouldn’t have let you two so close. I’m not ready,” she whispered, and her breath hitched. She was still recovering.
“How often?” he asked, not giving up and knowing and staying in control. He was angry at whatever or whoever caused this in her. His mind went in a thousand directions as to what she went through and why would being intimate with two men set her into an episode? It could mean only one thing. A man was involved. Was it a lover? A boyfriend she had? Who?
“Often,” she said and then sat up in all her naked glory. The woman was a masterpiece in every aspect. How could anyone hurt someone so beautiful?
Basile glided his palm over her side and caused her to fall to her back. She went to cup her breasts, but Spadaro slid his palm up her arm on one side and pressed it above her head. Her eyes widened.
“Don’t be scared. Relax and know we won’t hurt you,” Spadaro said to her.
Basile pressed her other arm up. They were on their sides, facing her body, and he eased over to kiss her lips.
“You’re precious and perfect,” he said to her when he released her lips.
She shook her head.
“I’m not, Spadaro. I’m a mess.”
“No, you’re scared. It’s obvious that someone hurt you, but know that we won’t. We aren’t those kinds of men. We’re Marines,” he said to her.
Basile leaned down and licked her nipple. Her eyes glazed over, and her nipple hardened.
“Let us pleasure you, baby. Take away those fears, whatever they are,” Basile said to her.
“And later, after, what happens?” she asked.
“Whatever you want to happen, but know that I’m not going anywhere,” Spadaro said and then used his other hand to slide down her body straight to her cunt.
“Open for me, because you want this,” he said to her, and her lips parted, her legs moved slowly, and he stroked a finger up into her tight, wet channel as he held her gaze and didn’t break the spell they were under.
* * * *
Talia was aroused and scared, yet for some reason, she felt like she could trust these men, especially Spadaro. It was like he understood her fears, and he was so gentle in stroking her, taking his time arousing her body and adjusting her to their presence.
“I want to taste you,” he said to her, and she nodded and then looked at Basile, who licked her nipple and then tugged.
“I’m next,” Basile said, and then Spadaro released her hand he held above her head and slowly slid down her body, kissing a pathway to her cunt.
He gripped her hips and was between her legs. She ran her hand through his hair and then felt his hot breath against her pussy lips before his wet tongue slid right into her cunt.
She moaned and tilted her head back, only for Basile to lick and suck along her throat then to her belly and hip.
“Keep those arms above your head. Give over complete control to us. All your orgasms belong to Spadaro and me,” Basile told her, and she moaned, lifted her hips up, and came.
Spadaro licked and sucked her cream and then eased up her body to her mouth and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, and then they parted to breathe.
“You taste incredible,” he said to her. “Thank you, baby. For trusting me.”
“And for trusting me next,” Basile said, moving between her legs as Spadaro moved to the side and caressed her hair.
She felt Basile’s tongue slide along her pussy and then to her anus. She moaned. “Oh, Basile. Basile, please,” she said. He eased fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Come for me, too. I want a mouthful. Want to dream of tasting your cream whenever I want to,” he said and then lowered his mouth to her cunt and proceeded to make her come again and again.
She was spent and lying between the two men who continued to caress her body as if they couldn’t get enough of it.
“Is it bad that Tat and Vacarro aren’t here? I mean, they won’t be angry with me or with the two of you, will they?” she found herself asking.
“I can call them right now and tell them to meet us here,” Basile said to her. She rolled against him, pressed him to his back, he moved his hand over her ass, palming it.
She stared into his dark brown eyes.
“I can’t do more than what we just did. I’m not ready for more. Not yet. So I don’t want to be a tease or anything. I mean. If I could ease your…aches I would, but I panicked as I thought of doing that,” she admitted and didn’t know why.
Basile squinted at her and then dropped his phone on the bed and cupped her cheek.
“Can I ask why? Does it have something to do with the panic attacks?” he asked.
She stared at him, and she wanted to trust him and Spadaro, the others, too, but it was so risky.
“I’d rather not say. I’m not ready for more,” she said to him.
“Then we call them, explain where we’re at and that we want to spend time with you. How does that sound?” Basile asked her.
“Are you sure Tat and Vacarro won’t be angry?”
“Baby, if you let them see you like this, and taste you, too, they won’t be angry—they’ll hope for more,” Spadaro said to her and kissed her shoulder.
“Okay?” Basile asked, holding his cell phone again.
“Okay,” she said and hoped that she wasn’t making a huge mistake.
* * * *
“Change of plans,” Tat said to Vacarro, and he couldn’t believe it.
He was shocked, excited, but leery as Basile explained what happened and how they wound up with Talia. Things needed to go slow, but she was up for some exploring nothing more. Then he added that he would explain when he had the chance. Something was up, and so he told Vacarro what Basile said.
“Sounds like a situation.”
“Figured there was some reason other than shyness holding her back from exploring these feelings we have for her and her for us.”
“Yeah, well, apparently Spadaro and Basile decided to find their way to her.”
“That’s fine with me, because she asked for us, too, and if we do this…if we engage in some kind of intimate relationship with her, it’s as a team.”
“I missed her and thought of seeing her as soon as we were back in Repose.”
“Then I guess it’s inevitable. We all have a lot to talk about and to confirm. Let’s go.”
A few minutes later, when they got to her town house complex, Basile met them outside and explained what happened.
“A panic attack?” Tat asked and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Yes, but she’s good now in Spadaro’s arms. She’s expecting you guys, and she knows that we are all attracted to her. Something happened in her past, and there’s no telling what it might be or how bad. You two should know that Spadaro and I already don’t care how bad, we want her. She’s incredible,” Basile said.
“How can you say that when you don’t know what the trouble might be?” Vacarro asked as Basile punched in the codes to get into her town house.
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bsp; “How do you know these codes?” Tat asked.
“She didn’t even see how Spadaro and I had memorized the codes as she pressed them in. She has a lot to learn about taking precautions,” Basile said, and then they entered a gorgeous town house. Very upscale and decorated professionally.
They continued upstairs and to then to the loft. He stopped short at the sight. Spadaro had no shirt on and was holding Talia against his chest, kissing her, and she was completely naked. She had an exceptional body and an intricate masterpiece of artwork done on her skin, and it shocked him.
Spadaro released her lips.
“They’re here, sweetie,” he said so softly. So unlike Spadaro.
“What do we have here?” Tat asked as he stood at the end of the bed along with Vacarro.
Spadaro rolled her to her back, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as Spadaro raised her one arm above her head.
“Our gorgeous, sexy Talia is allowing us all to explore these feelings we have,” he said and stroked his other hand over her hip and then down to her pussy.
“But only a little exploring. She’s trusting us, all of us, to take our time and not go too far. Understood?” Spadaro asked them.
Tat got it and so did Vacarro.
Tat climbed up between her legs. She looked at him, appearing concerned.
He looked her over and then back into her eyes.
“You want this, sweetie? Want to explore this attraction with us?” he asked her and couldn’t resist stroking her jaw and titling her chin up to look him in the eyes. Her gorgeous blue ones sparkled.
“I’m scared, Tat, but not knowing, not taking a chance scares me more,” she said to him.
He gave a soft smile. “We won’t hurt you.”
“I know. Spadaro swears to me you won’t,” she said.
Tat then glanced up at Spadaro, and the look in his brother’s eyes did him in. Spadaro was in love with her already. Holy fuck.
Tat eased over her and kissed her on the lips. She tilted up to meet him, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth and felt the attraction, the desire, consume him.
“She’s lethal, Tat. Absolutely lethal,” Basile said, joining them by the bed.
He released her lips and then kissed her chin, her neck, then lower to her breasts.
“I can see that. She has a body fit for a king. A work of art, like this tattoo. Impressive,” he said and slid his palm along her tattoo and to her hip as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and tugged on it.
She moaned softly and lifted her hips upward.
“Her cream is addicting. Take a taste,” Spadaro said, and she moaned as Tat released her nipple, then slid down her body, and began to lick her wet cunt.
She gasped, and he continued to curl his tongue and taste her sweet cream. He lifted her hips and plunged his tongue into her cunt. He added a finger and alternated finger and tongue as Vacarro climbed up next to her.
He cupped her cheek and brought it to the left to face him.
“You’re an incredibly gorgeous woman. A sweet, sweet surprise to us. We missed you, do you know that? No bullshit. We did,” Vacarro said, and she moaned and then tilted her hips upward, and Vacarro pressed his mouth to hers and ravished it as Tat made her come hard.
She shook and shivered, and he got a mouthful of cream and swirled it over her pussy and then sucked her until she was shaking and pulling from Vacarro’s lips.
He slid out, and Vacarro took his place and began to immediately finger her cunt and then suckle her breast. He lowered down and then feasted on her, alternating tongue and fingers into her cunt as he lifted her thighs over his shoulders and feasted on her. She cried out and came.
“Oh, God please. No more. Oh please,” she moaned.
Vacarro chuckled. He lowered over her as Spadaro released her arm, and Vacarro hugged her to him and then rolled to his side, taking her with him.
“Holy fuck, I can’t believe we’re here with you. That you look like this, feel like this in my arms. Baby, you’re so petite and sexy. You need protecting, and we’re the men to do it,” he said and then kissed her neck and began to tickle her. She was laughing and then trying to press free, but he didn’t release her.
Tat looked at Spadaro and Basile, who watched with loving eyes and possessive expressions. This was serious, and Tat knew in that moment that they would all be making a commitment to Talia. They would be staking a claim and following in their friends’ footsteps and setting down real roots in Repose. There was no doubt in his mind. This shit just got real.
Chapter Six
Talia got washed up and changed her outfit. She put on a skirt and a sleeveless top, and then headed back into the bedroom to see Tat sitting on the edge of her bed. The others weren’t there. Even sitting down, the man looked like a force to reckon with, and she stopped where she was, a few feet away from him. He could tear her apart. Do some major damage to her body if he wanted to, and it had nothing to do with his abilities as a soldier—hell, she didn’t even want to go there. It was his size, all those muscles, and that facial expression. He was a leader, a man of power and action, there was no mistaking it. She felt her body shaking. It was instant. Even the dry mouth, her breathing feeling tight, and she forced the thoughts of another panic attack away.
Tat will not hurt me. He will not hurt me. He will not hurt me, she repeated in her head.
He licked his lower lip, squinted at her, and then spoke. “Come here,” he said, and she slowly walked toward him.
She didn’t hesitate because in her mind she was hoping he was as well-mannered and respectful as she imagined him to be. That he wouldn’t take advantage of her shyness, or push her to have sex, or worse, demand it.
Her whole entire body twinged from the thought. That was Barishna’s mentality. She needed to just remind herself that she was in a bad relationship. Barishna was her first lover, and it wasn’t a normal relationship at all, but one forced on her, both physically and mentally.
When she was within reach, Tat took her hand and pulled her between his legs. The thick, steel-hard muscles of his thighs instantly made her core tighten and her pussy react. Was she just desperate to be cared for, hugged, loved, or was her body’s reaction real? He kissed the top of her hand. He stared at her and then put his hands on her hips and massaged her sides.
“The others are downstairs waiting. Figured we would take you to lunch, maybe spend some more time with you in a more public setting, so things slow down a bit. You look so scared, and Basile and Spadaro told us about the panic attack.” He held her gaze, and she placed her hands over his hands and started to pull away.
“No, no, no, don’t get spooked and run off. I’m not asking for you to tell me, to tell us right now about where they stem from. I’ve got a lot of experience, know a lot of things, and I’m much older than you, sweetie. I just need to know, for all our sakes, if you’re in any danger? If the things or the person who caused these anxiety attacks to happen is a threat? It’s plain and simple, and I expect the truth, no bullshit because that’s the kind of man I am.”
She felt the tears fill her eyes. He was filled with muscles, even ones protruding from his neck, never mind the muscles in his jaw, so hard and like a warrior. She kept her hands on her sides, and despite the fact that she allowed four men to see her naked, to pleasure her and taste her, she suddenly felt the need to go back into her protective shell.
“I’m not able to say at this point in time. All I can tell you is that you don’t need to know. I enjoyed this afternoon, and if it’s going to be a problem, me not sharing everything with you that occurred in my life, then there’s no need for our time together to continue,” she said, and her voice cracked, her eyes filled up with tears, and she looked away.
He pulled her against his chest and hugged her tight, and she hugged him back.
“Wrong answer,” he said, running his palm along her ass. It felt so good. His arms felt incredible.
“I can see that I’m going to need
to be patient with you. My gut is telling me that you won’t lie to me or to the others. That you realize what we’re all feeling isn’t lust, isn’t bullshit, so I’m going to cut you a little slack. And I mean a little.”
“Why do you need to ask me anything? I thought men only cared about sex, about possessing a woman’s body and getting what they wanted,” she said to him.
“You know damn well today was more than that. If it weren’t, then we would still be in bed, but our cocks would be buried in every hole and you would be crying out in pleasure.”
She was shocked, but she quickly responded, pulling back, pushing her hands against his hands that held her close to him.
“Pretty damn sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, and he massaged her ass more firmly.
She, in return, turned her head, but he pulled her back against him in a hug with one arm wrapped so tight around her waist, she felt a plethora of emotions. Safety, security, restrained, yet aroused. It was too complicated, and she felt way too much. She was confused, rear-ended. She inhaled his cologne and felt aroused by his strong muscles, possessive hold, and the scent of his skin. Her mouth was inches from his neck, and he had her held so tight that the arm that hugged her around the waist reached to her breast that he cupped.
He caressed her ass and her back, and she responded to the sensations he was causing and pressed her lips against his neck.
“You’re shaking, and that just isn’t acceptable in my arms. I want you relaxed, feeling protected and cared for. Now we’ve been around this town long enough to know the signs of trouble and, darling, you show the signs,” he said to her.
She pulled back and squinted at him. She had her hands on his shoulders, and he eased his palms from her hips down to her thighs as she stared at him. She didn’t pull away as he used his warm, large hand to ease up her skirt and over her ass.
“What signs would those be?” she asked.
He looked at her chest, the way the top dipped a little, showing off the deep cleavage of her breast. She wanted to look good. Hell, she wanted to explore them with her mouth, but she was scared. Now he was asking questions, and that’s what she was afraid of.
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