The Two Younger Men Complete Collection

by Chloe Lang

  Cami’s hands began to shake. “Is he still in prison?”

  “No. Hank got out four years ago.”

  “He’s got to be serving parole.” Roberto’s face stormed with frustration, and he put his arm protectively around Cami.

  “He was, but no more. According to his last parole officer, Hank had followed all the rules.”

  “Bullshit.” Cami was trembling, with her arms wrapped around her chest. “I can’t believe that. He’s a monster. He will always be a monster.”

  “Let’s get to the room and out of the lobby. Hermano, stay here with her. I’ll get a porter.” Roberto was in full protective mode.

  “Does the message say where Hank is now?” she asked.

  “They haven’t found him yet. He moved, but the Gibbs have hired a private investigator to locate him and have contacted local authorities.” I’ll kill the bastard for the scars he left her. He put his hands on her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Camille.”

  “How can you be sure of that?”

  “Because Roberto and I will make sure of it. Listen to me. We’re in Spain. Hank’s a convicted felon. Traveling here is not possible for him.”

  “What am I supposed to do?” she asked. “Stay here for the rest of my life?”

  “If that makes you feel better, then why not? We’re starting a new restaurant. Our Dallas location practically runs itself. Whatever you need, Cami, we’re here for you.”

  Roberto returned and pulled her into his arms. “The man will take the luggage to our suite. Until we know more, you’re staying in our suite with us, mi amor.”

  She kissed Roberto and then kissed Miguel. “You can’t imagine how much it means to me to be with the two of you.”

  Miguel cupped her chin, knowing he and his brother were falling in love with her more and more. “And you can’t imagine how much it means to us. We won’t let Hank or anyone ever hurt you again, sweetheart. I promise.”

  * * * *

  Cami walked to the elevators between her two bodyguards, the men who had captured her heart. The message from home had shaken her, but Miguel and Roberto had instantly worked to protect her and make her feel safe.

  “Permítame que le llevará a su piso, señores?” the man working the elevator asked them in Spanish.

  “Piso décimo, por favor,” Roberto answered.

  The man nodded and punched the button for the tenth floor.

  When the elevator doors opened, Miguel and Roberto escorted her to the suite, one on each side of her, which was difficult since the hall wasn’t as wide as those in US hotels.

  I do feel safe with them. But she still wanted to know if Hank was the one responsible for the prank calls.

  Miguel opened the door and they entered the suite. When he shut and locked it, she felt like she could breathe a little easier. There was a sitting room with a sofa, chairs, and, to the side, a desk and chair with a lamp. Two doors led to two separate bedrooms with full baths.

  “This is a very nice suite.” She sat down on the sofa that was positioned perfectly where the hotel’s guests could take in an incredible view of the city.

  “Would you like me to call room service for some snacks and drinks? Maybe a cheese platter and fruit tray?” Miguel asked. “It is a few hours before our dinner reservation, and I think we all are a little hungry already.”

  “I have a better idea, hermano.” Roberto sat down beside her. “How about we go to dinner tomorrow night and stay in tonight?”

  She looked into his eyes. How can he know me so well? “I’d like that very much.”

  “Perfect.” Miguel read off the menu to them. He wrote down their requests and then called room service.

  Roberto poured them drinks from the minibar, scotch for him and Miguel, and a vodka tonic for her.

  A knock on the door startled her, and she spilled a little of her drink on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Roberto said. “I’ll get a cloth and clean it up. I’m sure it’s just the porter with our luggage.”

  Miguel opened the door, proving Roberto was correct.

  When the porter left, she brought out her cell from her purse, “Guys, I’d like to call Izzy and see what else they’ve found out about Hank.”

  Miguel nodded and handed her another cell phone. “Use this, sweetheart. It’s what Roberto and I use whenever we’re in Spain. I doubt your phone will have service here.”

  “Thank you. I hadn’t thought about that.”

  “We’ll get you your own phone tomorrow,” Roberto said. “Until then, use that one as much as you like.”

  They treat me like a queen.

  “Hello.” Izzy’s voice came loud and clear, like she could have been sitting in the other room, not halfway around the world.

  “Hi. It’s me. We got your message about Hank. Is there any more news to report?”

  “Yes, I’m afraid. Apparently, he started dealing drugs after losing his job at a grocery store in a little town outside of Lincoln, Nebraska.”

  “That doesn’t surprise me.”

  “Me either, Cami. Hank’s not the kind of person that will ever change. Deep down, he’s a psychopath.”

  “I know. I was engaged to the son of a bitch. Do you know where he is now?”

  “Nope. The grocery store manager had no idea he had a record. Surprise, surprise, Hank lied on his application. A week ago, he came back at closing and beat up the assistant manager. The guy suffered broken bones and was in intensive care for two weeks. Hank’s former parole officer had no idea. The PI that we hired is a former Navy Seal. He assures us he can find Hank, and when he does, he’s turning him over to the authorities. The bastard is going back to the pen, Cami, and this time he won’t see the light of day for a very long time.”

  “Have you figured out if he’s the one who has been calling me or not?”

  “No, but who else could it be? Once we know for sure, I’ll call you back. Can I reach you at this number?”

  “Yes. Me, Miguel, or Roberto. One of us will answer.” She took a sip of wine, glad to be in Madrid with her two wonderful guys and not back in Dallas alone in her house. “Thank you and your husbands for all of this.”

  “Cami, we’re sisters.”

  “Have you talked with Toni?”

  Izzy laughed. “Peanut is fine. Toni is having a blast with him, and she said you might not get him back when you return.”

  She grinned. “Would you give her this number in case she needs to talk with me about him?”

  “Of course, sweetheart. Now, tell me all about your trip and what you’ve seen so far in Madrid.”

  “We only landed a couple hours ago.” As she recounted all that had happened, Miguel and Roberto put their things away in the closet and in the drawers of the dresser.

  “So it sounds like Alessandra has the hots for your guys.”

  In a low tone, so that Miguel and Roberto could not hear, she said, “They’re not my guys yet.”

  “Yet? I like the sound of that, Cami. So I will be looking forward to when they are your guys.”

  “I actually will be, too. They’ve been wonderful. More than wonderful, actually. They even keep asking me how I’m feeling. What man does that?”

  “Your men and mine.” Izzy giggled. “Honey, don’t worry about Hank. Once we have any new news to share, I will call you. I promise. Just enjoy yourself.”

  Miguel came back in with a note written on a piece of paper. “Got our reservation moved to tomorrow. Dinner for the three of us. Okay?”

  She nodded. “I am enjoying myself, Izzy. I’m enjoying myself very much.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  After finishing their meals, Roberto sat beside Cami on the sofa, inhaling her fragrance that reminded him of freshly picked apples with a hint of cinnamon and sugar. Miguel sat on the other side of her, his eyes scanning every one of her curves.

  He couldn’t believe how lucky he and Miguel were to be in the presence of such a
dazzling beauty. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Straightforward, sincere, and modest. Funny, fair-minded, and loyal.

  “That was a wonderful meal.” She took another sip of wine. “But not as wonderful as the food you served me that first day at your restaurant.”

  “Chef Jose just took over the hotel restaurant a month ago,” Miguel said. “Give him another month, sweetheart. Jose is young and hardworking. He’ll make a name for himself, no doubt about it. His culinary point of view will come out in the next few months.”

  “I’ll need to get back to Dallas and Peanut before that.” Then she smiled in that way that drove him wild. “You’re both very supportive of your fellow chefs. I like that. It’s refreshing. Real estate can be pretty cutthroat.”

  “So can the culinary world.” The need to touch her pulsed through his body, so he grabbed her delicate hand. “Just ask Miguel about our first professional job in North Carolina.”

  His brother rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

  She grinned. “I bet it was. Jose a friend of yours?”

  With the yearning to taste her skin burning inside him, he nodded and brought her hand up to his lips. “We know a lot of chefs around the world, mi amor.”

  “I’m sure you do.” She leaned her head into his chest, fueling his hunger for her even more. “God, I’m wide-awake and it’s after midnight.”

  “But in Dallas it’s just a little after five in the afternoon,” Miguel said. “Our body clocks haven’t adjusted yet.”

  “I have no idea how I’m going to fall asleep,” she said. “What time is the first appointment in the morning?”

  “Ten.” Miguel ran his hand slowly up and down her arm.

  It was clear that his brother was just as wide-awake as Cami, and Miguel’s thoughts were on the same thing as his. They both wanted her. Sharing her and making love to her in the back of the limo had been a thrill, a dream come true, but there were more dreams that he wanted to experience with Cami. Many more.

  “I know exactly what will help all three of us get to sleep.” He looked over the top of her head at his brother.

  Miguel smiled, obviously getting the message loud and clear.

  “You do?” Cami’s voice was intoxicating to him.

  He left the couch and lifted her up into his arms. “Yes, I do.”

  Her eyes were wide and her full lips formed a bewitching smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’d like to try whatever you have in mind. I need my rest.”

  She was being coy, and that only made him want her more.

  With Miguel by his side, he carried her to the bed and lowered her gently down onto the mattress. He touched the side of her face and saw her cheeks brighten to a gorgeous shade of pink. “I’m glad you came to Madrid with us, sweetheart.”

  “Me, too. I love it here.”

  “But you’ve only been at the airport and this hotel, Camille. There’s so much more to see.”

  “As long as I’m seeing it with you two, I know I will enjoy every second of it.” She sighed. “If you hadn’t let me come with you, I would be at home wondering if Hank was going to come charging in.” She closed her eyes and her lower lip began to quiver ever so slightly. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

  “You’re safe here, mi amor.” Roberto got on the bed next to her. “Safe with us.”

  “You understand that, sweetheart?” Miguel crawled on the other side of her.

  Her eyes opened. “Yes. I do. I trust you, and that’s saying a lot, guys. Since what happened with Hank I’ve never been able to get serious with any man. I was too afraid. I wasn’t confident in my judgment of men.”

  “What do you mean, sweetheart?” Roberto kissed her shoulder and squeezed her hand, feeling their connection deepen with every secret she shared.

  “I thought Hank was a good guy, but I was wrong. So I assumed that I would never be able to tell the good guys from the bad guys, and despite Izzy’s attempts over the years to set me up, I never caved.” She kissed Roberto and then Miguel. “Until I met you. You both are smart, honest, and so very, very good.”

  Roberto pressed his mouth to hers, savoring her soft, wet lips.

  “Please, make love to me,” she pleaded.

  No better words had ever been spoken. She is my world.

  * * * *

  Cami’s heart sped up in her chest as Roberto and Miguel stripped off her clothes and theirs, silently guiding her with their hands onto her side. Roberto was in front of her and Miguel behind. They were manic with passion. Passion for me.

  Ever since the limo ride, she’d replayed their lovemaking over and over in her mind. She wanted to be surrounded by their muscled frames. Needed to submit to their lusty desires. Craved beyond reason to feel them in her body.

  Roberto kissed her once again, sending a shiver up and down her spine. His tongue traced her lips before plunging into her mouth. Their tongues fondled each other, swirling around like a dance. When Roberto caught hers and began sucking on it, she moaned.

  Miguel kissed his way down her back, raising goose bumps all over her body. She felt his right hand cup her breast and his left slide up her thigh.

  Her pussy dampened, as the pressure began to rise inside her. The torture drove her to the brink as Roberto’s hot, manly lips sucked on her neck and his large hands roamed over her body. Her swirls of desire were growing and growing.

  Miguel parted her ass cheeks and began licking her tight ring with his lusty tongue. “God, you’re more than we deserve, Cami, but now that we have you, we’re never letting go.”

  She loved hearing his words. They meant so much to her.

  Roberto caressed her with his mouth down her neck and to her breasts. Round and round he circled her nipples before capturing them between his lips. The tightness of his mouth on her breasts felt delicious. The throbbing he created in her nipples and the tingling Miguel invoked from her ass somehow blended together as if by magic, spawning a line of shivers that connected inside her pussy. More liquid pooled between her legs.

  She clawed at Roberto’s shoulders with one hand and reached behind her, grabbing a fistful of Miguel’s hair. Her body writhed between them.

  Every one of their kisses and caresses sent a new tingle through her. Her temperature rose several degrees. The dizzying pressure mushroomed inside her, again and again.

  As Miguel continued slicking up her backside, Roberto slid down the mattress until she could feel his hot breaths on her pussy.

  He feathered his lips on the inside of her thigh, increasing her need and causing her clit to throb even more. “You’re nice and wet, mi amor.”

  His lusty words drove her mad, and her desire shot up even more. When he ran his tongue over her slick, swollen folds, shivering sensations ripped through her body.

  “So close,” she confessed. “So very close.”

  “Come for us, sweetheart.” Roberto seized her clit between his lips, while Miguel shoved his finger into her ass.

  She let out a loud moan as the immense pressure they’d forged inside her exploded and released into innumerable shivering sensations. Lost to her climax, she grabbed the back of Roberto’s head and pushed it down on her pussy. Miguel continued thrusting his finger in and out of her ass, which only heightened the experience for her.

  Another moan.

  She wanted more. Her climax wasn’t subsiding. “I need you inside me. Please. Please. I’m begging you.”

  Roberto rolled a condom down his thick, long, erect cock. He got on his back and pulled her on top of his muscled frame. In that heightened orgasmic state, she shifted her legs wide to make it easier for him to get deep into her body.

  He sent his cock into her pussy in a single, powerful thrust, taking her breath away for a moment, followed by shallow moans. His dick was stretching her insides to the max, and her pussy began to clench down on his shaft again and again. Another orgasm shook her, creating a lush commotion inside her body. “Yes. Oh my God. Y
es.”

  “Feels so good.” Roberto groaned in a deep, manly tone. “So tight. So fucking good.”

  Miguel moved behind her, positioning his dick between her ass cheeks. “Cami?”

  “I’m ready.” Crazed with need, she didn’t want to wait another second to have them both inside her. “Please. Take me. Take me now.”

  Miguel slid his cock into her ass, filling her slowly, inch by inch. Another explosive sensation shot through her body. He and Roberto were inside her, stretching her beyond what she’d ever thought possible. They continued thrusting into her body, providing more climatic detonations. Any sense of time or space vanished inside her, as she melted into the two men who had changed her forever. This was where she belonged. This was where she wanted to be for the rest of her life. With them, in their loving embrace.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Roberto’s eyes narrowed but never closed, remaining fixed on her. He groaned, and she could feel his cock pulsing as he came inside her.

  Not a minute later, Miguel’s hold on her hips tightened and his breathing sped up. “Close. Close. Oh God. Fuuuck.”

  As he came, she tightened her ass and pussy on their cocks.

  And then, shockingly, another release arrived inside her, delivering hot bits of electricity that spread throughout her body.

  She was completely spent, blissfully exhausted. Her trembles and vibrations continued as Roberto and Miguel helped her into a comfortable position on the bed between them. They wrapped their arms and legs around her.

  Miguel kissed her tenderly. “I love you, Camille.”

  Roberto pressed his mouth to hers. “I love you, mi amor.”

  Her heart soared. Oh God, they love me. “I love you, too.”

  * * * *

  Alessandra glared at her reflection in the mirror. “That fucking bitch has spoiled everything.”

  Because of Camille Anderson, she’d been exiled to this hotel, away from Miguel and Roberto.