Salvatore pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. He held her hips. Lucifer pulled back, and then Salvatore thrust into her slick, wet ass.
They all moaned and then began to move in sync. Salvatore could feel Lucia coming. Her body shook and she shivered as she continued to suck Maxwell’s cock and thrust up and down between Salvatore and Lucifer.
“Make us yours, baby. Come on now, sugar, and take it all,” Maxwell told her. She moaned and thrust her ass back then downward. Maxwell groaned and came into her mouth as he cupped her cheeks and stroked into her mouth. His eyes were closed, pure ecstasy was written on his face, and Salvatore felt the love, the connection and emotion.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck yeah,” Salvatore cheered. Maxwell pulled from her mouth.
She took a deep breath then moaned again before reaching back and grabbing ahold of Salvatore’s outer thigh.
“God, you’re beautiful. I love you, baby. I love this body too,” Lucifer said and then came. Lucia continued to move as Salvatore grabbed ahold of her hips and thrust two more times before he came inside of her. He rocked his hips then leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
“Oh God, my legs are shaking,” she said and fell to Lucifer’s chest.
They chuckled as Salvatore pulled slowly from her ass. There was Gabriele with a washcloth, ready to care for her.
“Rest, baby. We’re right here. Always,” Lucifer told her as he eased out of her and rolled her to the bed. Gabriele washed her then kissed her skin along her inner thighs, then her hips and her breasts, before kissing her lips ever so softly. Salvatore was overwhelmed with emotion. He and his brothers loved her like they never loved before. They gave all of themselves to her, and that would never change. He finally felt as if life was worth living.
Chapter 11
Lucia jumped onto Maxwell’s back as he gave her a piggyback ride through the fair. She was finally taking a break and joining Gabriele at the pumpkin-carving-contest table.
She was having a great time. Everything was going so well, and the fundraising committee was already talking about the plans for the holiday season. She had never gotten excited about the holidays before. Her belly tightened.
As a set of hands landed on her hips from behind, she swung her head around to see Salvatore. “What are you doing?” he asked as Maxwell stood in place.
“Maxwell is giving me a ride,” she told him, sounding breathless. She had been a little lost in thought with the fearful sensation in her stomach, combined with the hope that every day would feel as perfect as this with the Walters men.
Salvatore ran his hands along her ass and squeezed as he leaned against her and whispered into her ear, “I’ll be giving you a ride later.”
“Salvatore,” she reprimanded him, giving his arm a smack. Maxwell let her down, and she cuddled under his arm and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving Maxwell a hug.
“You sure do like to snuggle a lot,” Maxwell teased, running his palm along her hip. She tilted her head toward him and then toward Salvatore. Maybe they thought she was clingy. Maybe he was trying not to hurt her feelings.
She slowly pulled away and focused on the town with all the vendors and the various signs for different events. There was even a haunted house set up. One small one for kids and one larger one for adults. She heard about some of the things that were in the adult one. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go in there just from the screams alone that they could hear from the side street.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind. “Lucia. What’s wrong?” Maxwell asked, and Salvatore looked down at her with a concerned expression.
“Nothing,” she whispered.
Maxwell kissed along her neck and shoulder, wrapping her snuggly within his big, strong arms. She sighed, feeling instantly safe and content.
“You got awfully quiet. What did we tell you about being honest with us and sharing?” Maxwell asked. Salvatore crossed his arms in front of his chest and held her gaze.
She swallowed hard. Honesty was important. These men knew just about everything about her now.
She turned in Maxwell’s arms to face him, and then she took Salvatore’s hand and pulled him closer. Both men were right next to her. Maxwell held her by her hips, and Salvatore placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Do you think I’m clingy?” she asked.
Maxwell raised one of his eyebrows. “Clingy? No, why?” he replied.
She nibbled her bottom lip and ran her hands up his chest.
“I think I know what she means,” Salvatore said as he ran his hand from her shoulder to under her hair, cupping the back of her head. She tilted her face up toward him.
“Our woman likes to snuggle and she thinks we’re getting annoyed with that.”
“What? Never, Lucia,” Maxwell told her, but she held Salvatore’s gaze.
“Baby, none of us have ever been the snuggling kind, until you. And in all honesty, there’s nothing I love more than when you wrap this sexy body around me and squeeze me tight. Especially when you’re naked.” Salvatore leaned down and kissed her deeply, and she melted in Maxwell’s arms and in Salvatore’s kiss.
The sound of someone whistling brought them back to the present.
“This is a PG-13 area, Walters,” Deputy Marco Lewis teased as he walked up to them in his uniform with one hand leaning on his holster and one on his hip. Maxwell hugged Lucia to him as she tried to hide her embarrassed face. Salvatore shook Marco’s hand, and they all said hello.
The sounds of more screams and laughter filled the air.
“Sounds like the adult haunted house is pretty wild,” Maxwell said to Marco.
“I hear that old man Turner and his sons really took it up a few notches. It’s not intended for anyone under thirteen.”
“Daddy!” Marco turned around as two young girls around six or so ran up and hugged Marco. His eyes lit up, and a smile formed on his face. Lucia watched as he bent down and hugged both girls.
“Mia and Rose, you can’t run off like that. Mommy gets nervous,” Millie said as she joined them. Millie said hello to everyone, and Lucia smiled. She had met Millie during the festival planning.
“These are your two girls?” Lucia asked, and Millie and Marco smiled.
“Two little monsters,” he teased them.
“Daddy,” one of the girls said and slapped his thigh. They all chuckled and made small talk about the event.
Lucia couldn’t help but feel emotional. She couldn’t recall ever having a relationship with her father. He would call her into his office when she came home from boarding school, only on the holidays when her parents weren’t escaping to some exotic foreign resort to relax from their so-called stressful lives. Her father would ask her about her grades and drill in the fact that she was a Monte and Montes were always at the top of their class. She was more than that. She maintained the highest grades, received numerous prestigious academic awards, and they never came to the events, the celebrations, or dedications. She hated that feeling of loneliness, of not being good enough.
Lucia was lost in thought as Millie and Marco said good-bye. She stepped away from Salvatore and Maxwell, feeling so hollow inside with thoughts of her life back in South Carolina.
“Lucia? Lucia?”
“I’m fine,” she whispered and continued walking and trying to focus on all the fun things going on around her. The candy stations, the smell of caramel apples, popcorn, and pretzels. Children were laughing, spooky sounds filled the air, and then she spotted the pumpkin-carving tables, the judges sitting at the main tables by the front of the makeshift stage, and her eyes locked with Gabriele’s. He looked concerned, and ignored the man saying something next to him as he left the table and headed straight toward her. She felt so numb thinking about how much she lost out on as a kid, as a teen, and even a young adult. But then she felt Gabriele’s arms around her hugging her close.
“I missed you, baby. I thought you weren’t going to show up and help m
e get through this.”
His arms felt so good as she wrapped hers around him tighter.
“I love you, Gabriele. I love you.”
He cupped her face between his hands and looked down at her. She knew she had tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” he asked. Salvatore and Maxwell were right there, too, questioning her. She shook her head.
Gabriele kissed her lips and hugged her. It was like he knew she needed a few moments to collect her thoughts.
“There you guys are. I couldn’t find you anywhere. Don’t you look at your cell phones?” Lucifer’s voice filled the air, and Lucia smiled. She stepped back from Gabriele.
“You sure you’re all right?” Maxwell asked her.
She looked at all four men. “I’m more than all right. I feel important, loved, special, for the first time in my life, ever, and it’s because of all of you.”
They looked at her with concern yet with understanding as they all kept a hand on her. Then the announcer said it was time for the judges to take their places. Gabriele ran his hand along her ass and gave it a tap.
“You just may be getting another spanking for putting me through this, Lucia. Remember that. Your ass is mine tonight.” He winked, and she felt her cheeks warm then Lucifer pull her back against his chest.
“I say we head home right after he judges.”
“Lucifer, we can’t. There’s so much more to see, and besides, I put all our names down on the cleanup-committee list.”
“Lucia?” Maxwell reprimanded her.
She chuckled as she leaned back against Maxwell’s chest.
“By the way, I love snuggling, and I don’t care if any of you think I’m clingy. I was never hugged growing up. Never even knew how good something as simple as a hug could make a person feel, until now. So get used to it.” She saw their shocked expressions, as well as the compassion and love in their eyes. They would be sure to hug her often, because her honesty and theirs were part of what made this relationship so perfect. As they watched the judges grade each carved pumpkin, Gabriele looked at her and gave her a wink.
Maxwell held her snugly, Lucifer squeezed her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it, and then Salvatore did the same with her other hand. She was surrounded by her American soldiers, her lovers, her best friends, her family, her everything. For the first time in her life she felt alive and whole. They healed her. Nothing else in this world mattered but loving her men right back.
* * * *
Lucifer was laughing so hard at Lucia. She had screamed so much going through the haunted house that now she had hardly any voice. They each walked along with her and touched her in the darkness, arousing her and adding to the thrill of being spooked by the scary monsters and wicked witches. The Turners sure did know how to make a haunted house. Lucifer was carrying Lucia out of the building, laughing at her. So were Salvatore, Gabriele, and Maxwell. Brutas barked as he stood by Wyatt, who was shaking his head.
“Lucia, was that you I heard screaming bloody murder?” he teased as Lucifer set her down.
“That’s only because of these guys,” she scolded, her voice sounding all hoarse and raspy.
Wyatt chuckled as he heard her speak. “Maybe I can send Mrs. Henderson in there to lose her voice?” Wyatt said, and they chuckled. Mrs. Henderson was an older woman in town who was always complaining about everyone and everything. She even complained about the fall festival and all holiday activities in town. Yet she participated in every one of them, supposedly.
Lucia bent down and petted Brutas, who licked her hand then pushed his snout against her leg.
Salvatore rubbed the dog’s head. “She’s okay, Brutas. We would never let anything happen to our Lucia,” he told the dog. But Brutas kept his snout by Lucia for her to pet.
Lucifer smiled. “Looks like Brutas knows to watch out for Lucia now too.”
Wyatt and the others agreed.
“Well, it’s getting late. Things are beginning to wrap up and I’ve got the crew out patrolling. Seems some of the teens may have gotten a bit rowdy,” Wyatt told them.
“What did they do?” Maxwell asked.
“Toilet papered houses, put shaving cream on some patrol cars, and placed some of the Halloween displays into various sexual positions, if you know what I mean.”
They laughed, and Wyatt shook his head.
“You all have a good night. Great work with the festival, Lucia. I’m certain they’ll be asking you to help with the upcoming Thanksgiving and Christmas events too. See you all soon.”
Wyatt left, and Lucifer turned Lucia in his arms and ran his hands down her back to her ass, pressing her against him.
“What do you say we go check out those displays with the sexual positions?”
“Lucifer!” she scolded, slapping his chest, her voice sounding sexier the more she spoke.
Gabriele gave her ass a tap.
“Let’s get this cleanup thing going pronto. I want to get you home and in bed.”
Lucia smiled.
“Um, I have something to tell you.” She ran her hand up Lucifer’s chest, and his cock hardened within his jeans.
“What’s that, sugar?” Maxwell asked her.
“We’re not on the cleanup committee. I was only teasing.”
The others made comments, but Lucifer held her chin between his fingers. “I have a feeling that our woman likes a good spanking.” Her cheeks flushed, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Well then, let’s get her home and give her exactly, what she likes,” Maxwell said, his voice laced with a mischievous tone. Lucifer kissed her deeply as he pulled her into his arms then lifted her up and carried her through town to their truck. He smiled wide as people chuckled and smiled. His brothers by his side, his woman in his arms, and all their dreams were becoming a reality. All because of Lucia.
Chapter 12
Derek stared at the computer screen. The private investigator he hired was definitely resourceful. He found Lucia. Holy shit.
“That’s her, isn’t it?” Roscoe Levine asked as he spoke with Derek over the phone. His thick Southern accent and deep voice penetrated through the phone. He was resourceful indeed. Who would have thought by searching the Internet looking for the name Lucia that he would find her involved in a criminal investigation? Seems his woman was so beautiful and sexy, she attracted all kinds of strays.
Derek looked at the other pictures. The ones of some men she was with.
“Who are the men? What’s their story, and where is this town?” he asked.
“Afraid to say that your woman has become part of the trend around the towns in that vicinity.”
“Trend? What trend?”
“Men sharing one woman. Claiming to be her guardians and then getting to fuck her anywhere, anyhow. You couldn’t pay me enough to slide dicks next to another man’s while fucking some pussy. The shit can’t be that good. No offense, Derek.”
“She’s sleeping with them? All four of these men, you’re sure?” Derek nearly growled the words. His stomach tightened, anger pooled in his belly, and he saw red. He would ring her fucking neck, beat her until she begged for mercy, and then he’d have her killed. Long after he married her, and sealed the deal to bind the families and be filthy fucking rich forever.
“My guy Gerry got those pictures during a harvest festival two weeks ago.”
“Two weeks ago? Why the fuck did he take so long to get them to you?”
“He was trying to hide out. Seems the town has a lot of retired soldiers, federal agents, and other people involved in law enforcement and in the criminal world.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Some fucking marshal caught sight of him and may have recognized him. He said he had to take off and stay in the woods, taking trails back toward the main towns. He left his fucking vehicle that’s in my fucking name. I had to report it stolen so no one would track this investigation to me and to you. It could h
ave been a fucking mess. But he got out of there.”
“I want her back now. Before Thanksgiving.”
“That’s not going to happen. It’s a week and a half away. We need time to plan this accordingly. Those men in that town are resourceful, and the men she is with are retired military.”
“Soldiers? She’s fucking a bunch of mud-rat soldiers? What the fuck is she thinking? She’s prime meat. They must know she’s worth a lot of money. They want her for her name and for her inheritance from her grandparents. I won’t let that happen. Make the plan to grab her. On Thanksgiving or fucking after, I don’t care, but she’ll be waking up in my bed with me before Christmas fucking morning. Hell, she’ll be my wife before then. She has to be.”
He hung up the phone and slammed his hand down on the desk.
He stared at the picture of Lucia hugging some big-ass hillbilly soldier who had a hand on her ass. She was fucking four guys. He knew what that meant. He had wanted to fuck that virgin ass first. Hell, he was hoping that he had impregnated her that night he fucked her. But obviously he didn’t. She looked thin, sexy, and fucking happy. That just pissed him off even more. He had to ensure that the marriage went through before the end of the year. His father changed his mind and wanted nothing to do with the contract, but that didn’t matter. Once Derek married Lucia, their families would be bound by marriage and their money shared, and Lucia’s inheritance from her grandparents would belong to him, too. She didn’t even know a thing about it.
This was going to work out. She would be his wife, he would make his billions, and then he would have her killed. It served the slut right. She’d pay big-time for what she did. Making her suffer was now his ultimate goal. “You’re as good as dead, bitch. But not before I take what’s mine.”
* * * *
“Oh my, this looks amazing. I can’t believe how much all of you have accomplished. This will be ready way before Christmas,” Mary Higgins said as she walked into the upstairs bedroom. The remodeling was nearly complete. The subfloor was put in, the walls Sheetrocked, and the painters were coming tomorrow.
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