Sons of Justice 8_Lust to Love

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “We discussed this, and knew that we all didn’t look at Brazille the same way. That she’s a commitment type of woman, and we just aren’t commitment type of men. Let it go, Carlotta. Your desires for her were purely fueled by jealousy of what other men want. We see it all the time, and men ask us about you.”

  “What?” she replied, shocked at Carmine’s statement.

  “You’re a beautiful, sexy, a professional young woman, of course men are going to inquire. Anyone you haven’t shown interest in, we’ve redirected so they wouldn’t annoy you,” Lancaster told her.

  “We’ve been watching out for you,” Carmine said.

  Carlotta exhaled.

  “You really like them?” he asked her.

  She felt badly. “It’s new, like I said, and I mean we haven’t gone out on a date or anything yet, and I probably won’t see them until maybe this weekend.”

  He reached out and stroked her hair from her cheek. “You deserve the best, not to be treated like just another piece of ass.”

  “I know that, Carlotta.”

  He exhaled and looked at his partners, then back at her.

  “You keep us aware of this situation. If they dare hurt you, I swear, we won’t hold back like we did with Brian,” he warned her, and she smiled.

  “I appreciate our friendship, besides our business relationship. For the record, Carlotta, I would have never said yes to getting involved with any of you because you are my bosses, and those types of relationships rarely work out. Remember, too, I know a lot about each of you. I’ve helped you evade female stalkers for Christ’s sake,” she said, and they chuckled.

  “Roxanne, now that woman was a psycho bitch I never should have fucked,” Lancaster said, and they laughed and started teasing him, and it was typical talk she was used to. These men were her friends. She trusted them to an extent, and she was glad they cleared the air here.

  “So, it’s going to take me time to get over this,” Carlotta said, and took her hand and placed it on his thigh. She looked at him.

  “I think you’ll get over it quickly. I understand Marlena is coming into town Friday night.” His eyes widened, his buddies chuckled, and he squinted at her. “How do you know about Marlena?” he asked.

  “That’s exactly why you and I would never have worked out. You said it, I’m the commitment type, you guys are definitely not. You’re like sailors, a lover at every port.”

  He smirked.

  “All right, all right.” He released her hand and eased back.

  “I’ll find a way to get through this,” he continued, and she chuckled.

  “I’m sure you’ll be just fine,” she replied.

  They all just looked at her as the car stopped.

  “Just be sure to take your time, and be sure this is what you want. We’ll support you and protect you no matter what. So if these guys screw up, you better tell us,” Michelangelo said to her.

  “One fucking snappy comment, one shove or fucking strike to you, and you better tell us,” Lancaster said to her.

  “We want to meet them,” Carmine said.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to meet them,” Carlotta said, and exhaled. She chuckled and then placed her hand on his forearm. “You’ll be fine, besides, it’s new. I don’t even know what will come of this. So really, it’s no big deal.”

  “Shit,” Carlotta said and ran his fingers through his hair.

  She leaned over and kissed his cheek as she hugged his arm. “Thank you. All of you,” she said, pulling back, and they nodded before Michelangelo opened the door and they all got out.

  Brazille drove home thinking about the guys. She texted that she was on her way home from dinner, thinking it was nearly eleven and too late to call. But then a minute later, her cellphone rang. She hit the button on her Bluetooth and answered.

  “Hello,” she called out.

  “Hey, it’s J.T.” His voice was so hard and deep, especially on speaker. Instantly her core tightened and her nipples hardened. Oh yeah, she had it bad, and trying to act unaffected and cool was a task.

  “Hi, J.T., how are you?”

  “We were a little worried when we didn’t get a response from you earlier.”

  “Oh, sorry, I had my phone in my bag on vibrate as I was having dinner with my bosses. Then we met a client and had a drink at the bar. I didn’t check my phone until we were all on the way back to the office.”

  “So you’re okay then?” he asked after a bit of a hesitation.

  Why did she feel guilty for going out with her bosses? She didn’t know how to respond. Was J.T. some control freak? Would he think he owned her because they had sex? Would all of them? Why her mind said “yes, please own me, want me in every way all the time”, she didn’t know. She really freaking liked them. A lot.

  “Of course I am. My bosses are good men, and they are very protective of me and very capable men.”

  “Really? You sound like you’re close to them.”

  “I am. They’re like family, they watch over me and would do anything for me.”

  “Hmm.”

  “We want to see you again. Any chance of it happening before the weekend?”

  “We could try. I’m pretty busy and working late all week. Saturday might work out best after six.”

  “That’s a long way away, baby,” he said in a sultry voice.

  She swallowed. God, she wanted to see them right now. Could she tell them that? Would they make the ten-minute drive if she asked them? Would it seem like a booty call? Did she give a shit?

  As she pulled onto her side street and headed to her small house in the empty cul-de-sac, she saw a large black pickup truck in her driveway.

  “Maybe we just can’t wait to see you. Maybe we hoped that you felt that way, too,” he said, and as she pulled into her driveway, then into the garage, she opened with the opener, she saw them getting out of the truck in her rearview mirror.

  She ended the call, got out, heart racing, pussy already leaking cream. They all stood there. All four sexy soldiers, eating her up with their eyes. All in the enclosed space of her large one car garage. Cole with some gruff along his face and his eyes looking her over, stepped toward her first.

  “This is what you wore to work? To go out to dinner with your bosses?” he asked. His arm slid around her waist and he pulled her close. She gasped, completely turned on by his behavior, his obvious jealousy, and the way he looked her over with hunger in his eyes. She held her ground. She was realizing that these men were dominant, commanding, in charge soldiers, and she couldn’t be weak.

  “You like it, Cole?” she asked.

  He ran his hand under her hair to the base of her head, and covered her mouth with his. She kissed him right back, raised her leg up against his side as he lifted it, and slid his palm to her ass. Her car door closed, then the sound of the garage door closing next echoed around them, and made her feel almost claustrophobic in the enclosed space, surrounded by four extra-large soldiers. Then the second set of hands landed on her shoulders, and a mouth kissed her neck.

  “Too fucking sexy. This is way too fucking sexy to be wearing,” Luke said to her, and ran his hand under her dress and right to her pussy. He slid the thong panties to the side and stroked right into her.

  She came instantly. It was insane and wild and so incredibly arousing the way they showed up here, missing her, and needing her. She prayed this was real and not some game. But as fingers stroked her pussy, and Cole ravished her mouth as J.T. and Farrow watched, she didn’t care. She wanted them. Inside her, making her come and making her lose any thought but of them belonging to her, and her belonging to each of them.

  “Fuck, baby, we missed you,” Luke said to her.

  Cole pulled from her mouth. She was panting and so needy.

  “Fuck, I want you so badly, I ache. Tell me you ache for us, too?” Cole asked.

  “Yes, Cole. Oh God, I do,” she said, and rocked her hips to Luke’s finger thrusting into her cunt. She was sopping
wet. They had to hear it, never mind Luke felt it. Cole kissed her again and she felt Luke push her panties down, and then Cole released her lips and started undoing his pants, and then J.T. reached over with his hand, descending on her neck and shoulder as he pulled her closer and kissed her next. When he pulled back, he turned her around.

  “Hands on the hood of the car,” J.T. ordered.

  “Oh God.” She moaned as Cole pressed his palm to her back, while Luke lifted her dress, and a moment later Cole’s cock was at her entrance from behind and he shoved into her balls deep. They both moaned.

  “Fucking incredible. You’re ours, Brazille. All fucking ours,” Farrow chimed in finally after remaining silent and looking pissed off.

  Cole thrust into her and gripped her hips. She held onto the car, the hot metal of the hood even stimulated her sense. A hand pressed her dress higher, and she pushed back needing him to thrust deeper and make her cry out in pleasure. This was insanity. She wanted, needed so much.

  She absorbed every sensation. The fact that they came here, said things to her and did things to her so easily. She pushed back again. The hot metal under her palms made each thrust feel more intense than the next and the next. Her breasts ached to be touched, to feel their mouths upon them. It was wild, and she never felt so needy before.

  “Rules. There have to be fucking rules with you. I can’t take this. Not knowing who you’re with, what men are hitting on you, touching you, kissing you or wanting you. Tell me you didn’t fuck your bosses. Tell me the truth,” he demanded.

  “Oh God, Cole. No, no one. I haven’t been with anyone but you four. Luke! Luke!” She cried out and came. His possessive words, his fears that she was cheating on them was insane. Here she was wondering if they took their night together seriously, and whether or not she would see them again and be more than just lovers, and he says this to her. She felt possessive herself, and a moment later he came, roaring her name and then giving her ass a smack.

  Smack.

  “Mine!” he roared and shook. She gasped at the sharp smack to her ass, but then her pussy leaked some more. Holy shit.

  * * * *

  Cole pulled out and Luke was there to pick her up into his arms and carry her. J.T. held the door open, and they all headed into her home. It was upscale and decorated like a person who had money and some decorating skills.

  “This is a nice place,” Luke said to her as they walked through the kitchen.

  Luke noticed the stainless-steel appliances, the industrial stove, granite counters, and island in the large kitchen. It was an open floor plan with custom hardwood flooring, a fireplace with limestone around it, a mantel and beautiful artwork. She had exquisite taste and it made him feel a little below her standards. She could get some filthy rich men as her lovers, her boyfriends. Would she be content with hardcore soldiers pushing forty?

  He set her down in the living room and took in the sight of her. She grabbed onto him, seemingly wobbly on her feet. She was breathing funny. One look at the dress she wore, the way it clung to every curve, and how it seemed like one pull on the knot tied on her waist would make the wrap dress come undone, and he felt angry, jealous, and needy to claim her.

  “This is some fucking dress, baby,” he said as the others gathered around her. They were undressing and she was looking at them and licking her lips.

  “This, is unacceptable,” he said and yanked on the tie, causing her dress to come undone and open. Her breast appeared along with some matching silk bra that barely covered the large mounds. J.T. moved in behind her as the material immediately fell to the floor, leaving her in only her bra and heels. Luke gripped her hips. “Any fucking guy could have yanked on that and made it open,” he reprimanded, gripping her hips and pulling her hard against him.

  She shook her head.

  “Not just any man. Only you. I wouldn’t let anyone this close to my body but the four of you,” she said, and it fed his need to possess her and own her in every way.

  “Fucking right,” Farrow said, and unclipped her bra, making it fall right off of her.

  “Fuck,” Luke said, and lifted her up into his arms as Farrow and J.T. moved out of the way. He pressed her to the couch, a long, wide lounger in a soft burgundy material alongside a wide dark brown leather sofa. There were no arms on it, and it gave him enough room to make love to her, and even have one of his brothers join him.

  He undid his pants as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him on the mouth, and then his chin and neck. He shoved out of his pants, lifted up, locking onto her large, full breasts. “Fuck, you should be illegal,” he said, and lowered down and suckled her breast and yanked on her nipple hard, making her gasp and then thrust her hips upward.

  “Mine. You’re fucking mine,” he said to her, and aligned his cock with her pussy and shoved right into her hot, wet channel. She was so fucking wet and he felt incredibly hard as he rammed into her.

  “Luke! Oh my God, Luke, you feel so hard. Oh, oh.” She moaned and her fingernails dug into his shoulders, despite the shirt he still wore. He rocked into her and then ran his palms up her throat to her head. He kept one on her shoulder and the other he slid along her ass and hip, lifting it higher as he fucked her at the edge of the long couch.

  “You’re mine.’

  “Yes. Oh yes, Luke, I’m coming. Oh God, it feels incredible,” she told him, feeding his ego more and sending him over the edge with her.

  “Together. Come with me now, Brazille. Now!” he demanded, and they both came. They rocked and moaned, and then he kissed her mouth, ravished her body with mouth and hands as he shivered and shook, then felt the rush of emotions flood his being. Holy fucking shit. He was in love with her. He was possessed and obsessed. Holy fucking shit.

  * * * *

  J.T and Farrow were both undressed as Luke pulled out of her, and then J.T lifted her up and hugged her to him. He cupped her breast as he explored her mouth with tongue and lips as they battled for control. He could feel her hot wet cunt against his belly and he wanted in. Wanted to possess her in every hole, but he knew she wasn’t ready. They hadn’t even gone on a date. They fucked, they made love, and they fucked some more. It was wild how much he needed her, craved her in every way. She was a goddess, and a woman of any man’s fantasies, but they wanted her to be only theirs.

  Farrow caressed her back and her ass. He suckled against her neck.

  “Let us take you together, baby. I want this ass. I want to know my team and I are the only ones who ever got to fuck this ass, got to take you together.”

  She pulled from J.T.’s mouth and she was panting, lips swollen, hair a wild mess, and she looked sexy as sin.

  “I’m not ready for that, Farrow. We haven’t even gone out on a date.”

  “Fuck, there’s time for this discussion later,” J.T. said, and then set her feet down, turned her around and cupped her breasts from behind as he rocked his hips against her ass and cunt.

  “Take Farrow’s cock into your mouth. Show him that you truly want each of us in every way, baby. Suck him down while I fuck this pussy to calm my desires,” he said, and lowered her down by caressing her back and bending her forward. She pushed back her long brown hair, and he gripped it and pulled it to the side. He didn’t know where to look first—her mouth opening and descending upon Farrow’s cock as she licked the precum off the tip, or the way the crack of her ass widened, showing him her asshole, tight, pink and inviting. He slid a finger into her cunt and she was so fucking wet he felt about ready to come.

  “Soon, baby. Very fucking soon we are going to take you together,” he said, and slid a finger over her asshole and pushed right in. She tightened and moaned as she bobbed her head up and down on Farrow. Farrow’s hand slid down her back to her ass, and she squeezed her ass cheek, then gave it a smack.

  “I can’t wait to fuck that ass and smack it at the same time. I want every inch of you, baby. Every fucking inch,” Farrow told her, and she moaned against his cock.

 
“Fuck yeah,” J.T. said, and he pulled back, keeping a finger in her ass as he slid his cock into her pussy.

  The three of them moaned and Luke and Cole stood on either side watching.

  “That is so fucking hot. Look at her asshole sucking in your fingers. She was made for us, J.T. Made to be filled up in every hole with cock,” Cole said, and he and Luke caressed her back.

  “Fuck,” Farrow said, and then J.T. felt her pussy orgasm, and that was it for him. He pulled his finger from her ass, gripped her hips and pounded into her pussy from behind. She pushed back, and then Farrow gripped her hair and told her to stop.

  “I need to be in that hot wet cunt when I come, woman. I fucking need that pussy,” he said, and lowered down and kissed her on the mouth. She had to grab onto his shoulders for balance as J.T. thrust at record speed, and then roared and came. He exhaled as she cried out her release and then hugged Farrow. J.T. pulled out, giving her ass a smack.

  Smack. She jerked.

  * * * *

  Farrow could hardly speak. His cock felt incredibly hard and he wondered if this was real. To want a woman, to want to possess her, own her, have her in every way and when he wanted, was real or some fantasy. Would it end? How long would it last? Was it crazy that thoughts of forever were running through his mind? He never felt ready to commit, or wanted more than sex until now. The thought of her with any other man aside from his brothers on his team made him insane.

  He lifted her up and then lowered her down to the couch. He pressed her arms up above her head, held her gaze and gave orders. “Keep them up there,” he said, and she licked her lips and held his gaze.

  He stared at her body. Her long brown hair, that perfect face, those turquoise blue eyes, and then her luscious breasts. Those alone were the first thing men looked at, they were beautiful. He cupped both of them and couldn’t even cover them with his large hands. He stroked the nipples and thrust his hips against her pussy that was on the edge of the couch. He was kneeling on the rug between her legs, his cock pounding with need.