“I don’t know. It’s late, and the nuts are all out. Let’s just head home. We’re getting nowhere with these leads Felicia and Sam have come up with. It’s starting to get on my nerves and making me think we shouldn’t bother anymore.” Fox started the truck.
“I think it has something to do with Antonia. We can’t stand being away from her, and every week we come out here and meet with either Felicia or Sam, and we get nothing more. It’s a waste of time. Head to Antonia’s. I’ll text her that we’re coming over.”
“You should change first and maybe shower,” Fox said to him, gripping the steering wheel.
“Shit, I smell like that woman’s perfume.” He pulled down the visor to look in the mirror.
Gino cursed. “She scratched me, too. What the fuck?”
Gino’s phone went off. He glanced down at it. “It’s Damon.”
He answered the call, and Fox listened to him mumble a few times and then ask if Antonia was okay.
“What happened?” Fox immediately asked as he pulled onto the highway to head to Repose.
“Did he explain anything to you?” Gino asked into the phone and then ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a long breath like he was upset. “That’s what started it? So Cesar called the office and said he wasn’t coming back for the rest of the day? He never left?”
Fox was growing inpatient, hearing the one-sided conversation.
“I’m glad you headed there, too. Yeah, it will take us an hour to get there. Well, long story, but some woman came onto us outside the bar where we were after our meeting. I smell like her perfume. I understand. No need to concern Antonia, especially after what happened in town with her and Cesar. This could make her more insecure. See you shortly.” Gino disconnected the call.
“What’s wrong with Antonia?”
Gino explained it all to Fox.
“Shit, you really need to shower and change first. She’ll think you were cheating on her, Gino. I can’t believe she told Cesar everything that happened to her in New York. Is it really bad?” Fox asked.
“Damon said he only got bits and pieces from Cesar while Antonia rested. He’ll tell us more later. Just hurry up and get to the house so I can shower and change. I just don’t understand why that woman came onto us—onto me—like that, so strong.”
That didn’t sit right with Fox, either, but now his full concern was Antonia and getting to her. She was finally trusting them more and letting down those walls she’d put up. Telling Cesar about her ex and what he’d done was a huge step toward her moving on with them. He felt relieved and couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms and just love her. As he said those words to himself, his eyes widened and his heart exploded with joy.
Holy shit. I love her.
* * * *
Antonia showered and put on the warm fluffy robe. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Cesar had stayed with her all day, called into work and just loved her and cherished her. Then Damon showed up, and he joined them, too. She couldn’t believe how Damon got into the house while she and Cesar were in bed. She closed her eyes and thought about it.
“I think we have company, darling,” Cesar whispered as she straddled his hips and rode his cock.
She let go completely, letting her arms lay by her sides as she thrust her hips and Cesar cupped her breasts. When she felt the second set of hands on her, she gasped and nearly fell forward as she turned. Cesar gripped her hips and chuckled as Damon climbed up behind her. He cupped her cheek, tilting her head to the side so he could kiss her. As his hands smoothed along her hips and then over her ass, massaging her ass cheeks, she moaned into his mouth.
“I need you, too, baby,” Damon whispered against her chin.
“Yes, Damon. Please.”
They made quick work of getting her into position. In a flash, Cesar scooted lower and Damon got into position, as Cesar’s legs hung over the edge and she thrust slowly over his cock. She exhaled in anticipation as the cool liquid pressed against her anus.
“I love this body, and I love you, Antonia. Always,” Damon said to her.
She closed her eyes, absorbed the feel of his big, thick fingers stroking into her ass, and yearned for him to replace it with his cock.
“Damon, please don’t tease me. I need you inside me, too. Please,” she begged without reservation.
He slid his fingers out as Cesar pinched her nipples, pulling her toward his chest.
“Cesar! Oh, God.” She moaned as she lowered down with Damon’s assistance and a palm at her lower back. Then she felt the tip of his cock press between her ass cheeks. She was on fire, instantly coming, and he wasn’t even all the way inside of her. When she felt him shove all the way into her ass, she exhaled against Cesar’s neck and then both began to set a wild pace as she suckled against his skin and longed to feel this perfect, this protected forever.
Antonia gripped the sink, remembering the thrill of the moment. She loved them so much. She wanted to give them everything she could and make them happy, make them love her forever. What could she do to keep them? Why did she have this fearful sensation in her core, and when would it disappear?
She heard the knock on the door, and she jumped and then giggled. She felt as though she’d just gotten caught looking at a porn movie or something. Meanwhile she was thinking about Cesar and Damon and how they’d made love to her.
“Yes?” she asked, trying to tie her robe.
The door opened, and she stepped back and felt the lapels part on her robe as Fox appeared with Gino. Both men looked at her, and Fox pulled her up into his arms and kissed her deeply. The feel of his button-down shirt chafed her skin, arousing her nipples. She rocked her hips as he turned and carried her into the bedroom. She felt Gino behind her pressing the robe off of her, and as she released her hold on Fox, the robed was pushed to the rug.
“You’re ours, always, and no matter what,” Fox said to her.
He placed her onto the bed, and she heard Gino removing his clothing. Cesar and Damon walked into the room wearing only jeans and looking on with hunger once again in their eyes. She loved the way they all watched her, wanting her, needing her like this.
“All of you. I want all of you together,” she said, once again not holding back from telling them how she felt, what she wanted, and how perfect they all were.
Fox spread her thighs and immediately latched onto her pussy with his mouth. She moaned and tilted back, only for Gino to crawl onto the bed naked and cover her mouth, kissing her. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt his beard tickling her breast as he lay over her, loving her.
“I need you, Antonia. So badly.” Fox lifted up to pull off his clothes.
“I missed you,” Gino whispered when he released her lips.
He lifted up, and she saw a scratch on his neck. She touched it. “What happened?”
His eyes changed in a moment. Why did he look guilty of something?
“It’s nothing.” He took her arms and wrapped then around his neck as he rolled over her, straddling her hips before rolling to his back, taking her with him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and immediately she felt Fox’s hands massaging her ass cheeks. She tilted up and sunk down over Gino’s cock, taking him immediately inside of her. They both exhaled. She couldn’t believe how deep this connection felt. She was awed by it every time one of them was inside of her. It increased when they all made love and that was what she craved right now. All of them.
“I love this ass, Antonia. I love how giving you are, how trusting. You can always trust us, baby. We’d never hurt you. Ever.” Fox kissed her shoulder.
Gino pulled her lower to suckle her breast, and she lifted her hips and immediately began to ride him. She moaned softly, closing her eyes, loving having the men together like this. Surrounding her in the bedroom, protecting her, showing her how important she was to them.
She rocked her hips and tightened the moment she felt the cool liquid and thick finger press into her ass.
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bsp; Fox gripped her left shoulder and rocked into her. “I love this body, and I love you.” He suckled her neck, and she moaned and tilted back against him.
Gino gripped her hips, giving them a tug. “I think you said you wanted all of us together.”
She looked to the right to see Damon there, cock fisted in his hand and licking his lower lip.
She paused to take in the sight of him. So handsome and clean shaven, dark brown eyes, and all those sexy, tight muscles. When their gazes locked no words needed to be said. He stared at her the same way—wanting, needing this connection.
She immediately leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off the tip. She circled her tongue around it then licked down the base.
“Oh, sugar, that mouth. I love that mouth. You’re so giving and loving and mine,” Damon whispered and stroked her hair gently, with compassion and adoration. She was so in tune to more than she ever was before. It was like her conversation with Cesar made her more aware of these men, their individualities, and their true affection for her. They weren’t Ray. They were the real deal, and those walls were weakening with each compassionate action and loving word from them.
Behind her Fox squeezed her thigh as he stroked his finger a little faster into her ass. She lost focus as the sensations built up and her desire took over. Gino thrust his hips upward, and Damon moaned then reached out to grip her hair and head, stroking into her mouth with more urgency.
She relaxed her muscles as Fox pulled his finger from her ass and replaced it with his cock. The whole atmosphere changed and nothing else mattered but scratching this deep itch, satisfying their need to be as close as possible and make love together as one.
“So fucking tight. Holy shit, baby. Oh, God.” Fox moaned, nudging his thick, hard cock deeper and deeper until finally sinking fully into her ass.
She moaned against Damon’s cock, and that set him off. He thrust his hips faster, and she felt so out of control but determined to keep up.
“You look like a goddess, baby. Cock filling up every hole, your tits rocking and bobbing just waiting to be sucked on. Holy fuck, I could shoot my load right here,” Cesar stated as he watched and waited his turn.
“Holy shit, Cesar. What the fuck?” Damon clenched his teeth and roared. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as she could but then felt Fox thrusting faster and faster into her ass.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
He smacked her ass, and she cried out, releasing Damon’s cock while she came like a broken faucet.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
“Fuck!” Fox roared and shook behind her as he came.
She was panting for air, but Gino was trying to seek his own release as he gripped her hips and thrust upward. Fox slid out, and Cesar took his place. He slid his cock right into her ass and started thrusting in sync to Gino’s thrusts.
“Mine baby, all mine,” Gino said, pulling her down to kiss her as he came.
A few more strokes and Cesar was lifting her up around the waist so Gino could move out of the way. Cesar placed her on all fours and gripped a handful of her hair away from her neck as he lay over her. He suckled her skin.
“I love you. We all do. You belong to us, Antonia. No one else ever again. No one.” He thrust and thrust deeper, faster as she absorbed his possessive words and felt it to her core, to her heart and soul.
“I love you, too. All of you. Oh, God!” She screamed through another orgasm that rocked her body, leaving her shaking and falling forward. Cesar lifted her up and slapped her ass one cheek at a time.
Smack.
Smack.
“Antonia!” He grunted and came.
Antonia lowered to the bed, and as Cesar slid from her body, he massaged her shoulders, down her back to her hips, making her moan and giggle, but she couldn’t move. She lay her face against the comforter and panted for breath. Her eyes glazed over, but they locked onto Gino and Damon, who were pulling on their jeans, and Fox, who climbed up onto the bed and began to clean her up. He lifted her, placing her to his liking with ease and little effort. She lay on her back and reached up to cup his cheek. He dried her body and turned his face to kiss her hand.
When he leaned down and licked her breast, rolled his tongue around her nipple then tugged, she moaned.
“Oh, God.”
He chuckled, his warm breath collided with her heated skin, and she shivered.
“I’ve got you, sweetie,” Gino told her, placing the robe over her body before pulling her into his arms and against his chest.
“Rest, baby, we’re going to love you all night long.”
* * * *
“What do you think?” Phillip asked Ray over the phone.
Ray sat there in the car looking at the photographs.
“I think you just earned yourself a hefty bonus. To seal the deal, it needs to work.”
“Oh, it will work. Those pictures will have your woman running back into your arms. In fact, the blonde in the pictures is making a visit to Antonia right now. She just finished work. None of the men or her sister are around her.”
“Keep me posted. This needs to be done right. “
Ray disconnected the call and made his plan. She would be devastated that those men cheated on her. She’ll think that no man will ever want her because she was fucking four men.
He clenched his teeth and felt his blood pressure boiling. She wouldn’t let him share her with his colleagues. With men who would shower her with gifts and treat her like the treasure he had been treating her like. All she needed to do was spread her legs and let them live out their bedroom fantasies. Now, after all this aggravation she’d cost him, she would be punished. He wasn’t sure how quite yet. His first priority was getting her to go with him. He had ways, starting with her little friend Carina getting hurt. It was time to go see her. The betrayal from those men would make her vulnerable and weak. Plus, she would do anything to protect those she cared about.
He picked up the phone and hit the number. “Do you have Carina in your sights?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do it. I’m making my move now. Be sure the others keep those men of hers occupied and away.”
“Yes, sir. I’ve got her car in my sights. You’re all clear to go in.”
He smirked as he thought about the plan. She’ll come with me. She’ll have no choice. I always get what I want. I always win.
He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and gave a smile. “You’re coming home with me, Antonia. Tonight.”
* * * *
Antonia was standing by her car when she heard a woman’s voice.
“Hey you. I want to talk to you.” The blonde towered over her, wearing high heels and looking like some supermodel. As the woman got closer, Antonio noticed the bruise on her cheekbone despite all the makeup she wore.
“Excuse me, do I know you?”
“No, you don’t know me, but you know my two boyfriends, Fox and Gino.”
Antonia felt the color drain from her face. She placed her hand on the doorframe. “What?”
“Yeah, that’s right, bitch. You’re sleeping with my men. I’ve been with them for a long time. Then you come along, and now they’re meeting me secretly every Wednesday out of town. They’re sneaking over in the middle of the night or early morning because of you. I want you to stay away from my men.” She poked Antonia, and Antonia felt the tears fill her eyes.
“You’re lying.”
“Does this look like I’m lying?” she asked as she pulled her blouse lower, revealing love bites on her neck. “Or how about this? You see this bruise on my cheek? I was begging them to come back to me, to leave you and return to what we had, but they wouldn’t. Gino struck me, and Fox threatened to kill me and make me disappear if I told you about us. I even scratched Gino’s neck. Well, I don’t care. I love them. They’re mine, so stay away from them.”
The blonde stormed off, and Antonia was shocked. Could it be true? There was no way. No
way it could be.
She got into her car and felt numb as the tears spilled from her eyes.
“Who the hell was that woman?”
She thought about what she’d said as she drove home in a daze. The woman had mentioned scratching Gino. Antonia covered her mouth with her hand and gasped. She’d seen the scratch on his neck. She’d questioned Gino, and he’d immediately looked guilty, as though he was hiding something.
“Oh, God, I let them make love to me after they had sex with another woman? Oh, God, no.” She cried harder, hardly even seeing how she got home and pulled into the driveway.
She got out of the car and just wanted to get inside and try to figure this out. Figure out what to do.
She saw the yellow envelope by her front door. She lifted it up, wondering who it had come from.
She got inside and locked the door.
She numbly walked over to the couch, her mind going over the scene with the woman, the scratch on Gino’s neck. The woman was lying. She had to be. Something wasn’t right. They’d told her they loved her. She’d shared her story with them about what Ray had done to her.
She should call Cesar. She should tell him about the woman, but Fox and Gino were his brothers. Certainly he would cover for them. Cover for them? Oh, no, she’d said every Wednesday she met them out of town. Every Wednesday they did go out of town for business. They were meeting her. They had a lover on the side. No wonder they’d been so distant for so long and they had stood back. Their scars didn’t matter. They’d lied to her about not having lovers, about not being with any women since they’d gotten their scars.
“Bastards,” she blurted out loud and cried harder.
She lay back against the couch wondering what she should do. She looked at her cell phone sitting on top of the yellow envelope. She lifted the envelope. It felt kind of heavy, and it wasn’t labeled.
She opened it up and pulled out the contents. The eight-by-ten pictures fell into her lap, along with a note.
I care about you. This isn’t right. Thought you should know.
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