Love Will Find You

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  As he finished getting dressed and then met Cab by the front door to head out, he wondered more about who York really was, and why she fought this attraction.

  “She’s going to tell us she’s fine and doesn’t need escorts home,” Cab said as they drove down the driveway.

  “She can say that all she wants, we aren’t leaving her alone.”

  “Maybe she doesn’t want us. Maybe she just wants Finn and Lotus,” Cab said.

  “Cab, we intimidate her in a lot of ways. Plus, remember what she told Lotus. She never performed oral sex on a man. He was her first. Could be she isn’t as experienced, and she knows we sure as hell are.”

  “That’s another thing. What if she is a virgin? I’d feel like I was committing a crime taking that from her. She deserves better, younger men than us.”

  “You think so, or do you think that maybe after all the bullshit we’ve gone through in our lives, in our professions, that finally we’re getting a gift of something, or someone so perfect? I just don’t know, but I’ll tell you one thing, I wouldn’t confess to anyone else but my brothers. That if she becomes our woman, I’m going to cherish her as the gift she is and never take her for granted, or ever let her be in a dangerous position, ever. That I fucking promise you.”

  “Well it looks like you won’t need us to follow you home, it’s covered,” Ferrion told York, and then nodded toward the entrance to Harper’s.

  Sure enough, Marco and Cab were there and talking to Chance and Orlando. She swallowed hard, and her heart instantly began to race. Those men looked so mean and unapproachable, yet her eyes roamed over their bodies in their jeans, and tight, long sleeve shirts that accentuated their muscular chests and arms. She saw how the few women around the place, stragglers who were making their way out, eyed them over and tried to flirt. Marco and Cab didn’t even give those women a second glance, but instead their eyes landed on her and she couldn’t move.

  “They’re good men, York. They’ll take good care of you, and they care. It’s nearly three in the morning,” Ferrion said to her, and she nodded and looked at Harper.

  “Trust them and see what happens. Maybe they’ll surprise you,” Harper said, and gave her a hug before her and her men started to head out. They greeted Cab and Marco as they all walked toward the exit.

  Ade came over to hug York goodnight, Isla did as well as Genesis and Cherise before she looked up at Cab and Marco.

  “Are you okay?” Marco asked her, and he looked right at her top, but she wore the sweater that covered the rip.

  “I’m fine, Marco, you really didn’t need to—"

  Cab cut her off and boy was he angry. “We’re here and we’re following you home and making sure that you’re safe.”

  She gulped, and for some reason tears stung her eyes, but she turned away from them and said goodnight to Chance and Orlando. She pulled out her keys as they followed her to her car. Their truck was right next to it, blocking it. A horn honked and she waved at Ferrion and his brothers and Harper as they headed out. She got to her car.

  “We’ll follow you,” Marco said to her, and she looked up and Cab was already getting into the truck.

  She felt like an obligation. Like they were just doing this because maybe Finn and Lotus told them to because they were working. As she got into the jeep and drove, she felt more emotional and hurt. She really did like these four men, and after talking to Harper, she considered sharing with them why she was so scared of getting into a relationship and what her fears were. But now, with Cab’s attitude, she wasn’t sure what to do.

  Cab and Marco, she believed, were the oldest of the four brothers. As if Finn and Lotus’s expressions weren’t intense enough, these two men were fierce. When Cab cut her off, she felt hurt, yet she responded and didn’t bother to argue with him. She didn’t think she had the energy to anyway. Not this late in the early morning hours, the darkness eating up the road in front of her, and admitting that knowing they were right behind her gave her peace of mind. Whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, she was getting used to them being around her, protecting her, and just looking out for her.

  As she drove along the road, she felt the achiness in her shoulder and her back. She figured she might have hurt it a little as she did that move on Clifford. The thought of him, his facial expression and how quickly he grabbed her the way he did, made her feel nervous and a bit shaken up still. It was going to be a bad night, and she would get little sleep. Cab and Marco would want to come inside, to ask her about what happened, and then make sure she was okay before they left. She could do this. She could ignore the attraction, the pull to be held by them, kissed by them as she inhaled their cologne. She could. She wanted to be alone. She didn’t want to risk being taken advantage of. Why did that thought make her feel guilty, too? Crap.

  By the time she got home, she felt wired and annoyed with herself for thinking about their good looks, their seasoned expressions, and then even thinking Cab’s dominant, bossy attitude was sexy. Was she stupid or something? A bossy man like him could become abusive or even controlling in no time at all. She wouldn’t wind up like her mom. Her heart attached to Mo because he was her first and only lover, and the man who got her pregnant with York.

  She got out of the car, slammed the door closed, and headed to her door.

  “Well, thanks for following me. Goodnight.”

  “Not so fast,” Marco said to her. He stepped closer and stroked her jaw. “We want to make sure that you’re okay, and not still upset. We want to know what happened to cause the situation.”

  “There’s no need to go over it. It’s over and I handled it.”

  “You shouldn’t have had to handle it,” Cab said to her, and eyed her over like she was the cause.

  She unlocked her door and they walked with her into her house. She tossed her purse onto the table, turned on the small light in the living room, and then turned around to face them. Her sweater came undone and Marco’s eyes widened, and he stepped forward. He slid the sweater from her shoulder. She tightened up.

  “He did this to you?” he asked. She glanced at her shoulder and went to step back, but he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer while lowering her sweater. “You’re scratched along here.”

  She looked at where he stroked her skin as he lowered his lips to the spot and kissed her skin. She stared at his face. That firm jaw, the scruff along his cheeks, his military hairstyle and seasoned complexion. She took an unsteady breath as he trailed his lips along her shoulder and neck. She let her arms fall to her sides and her sweater lowered, so did her dress that was ripped.

  Cab was right there, too, appearing instantly behind her, and she felt his hands on her hips and then his mouth on her neck, too. “You’re so damn beautiful, York. You don’t deserve to be manhandled or placed in danger. You deserve to be pampered, cared for, and protected,” Marco told her.

  She couldn’t believe the sensations running through her body. How instantly aroused she was, how hard her nipples felt and needy for more.

  “Marco, what are you doing?” she asked him as he lowered the strap of her bra while cupping her breast.

  “Exploring, making sure there’s no other injuries to this perfect body,” he said to her, and finished pulling down the strap, making her breast emerge. She gasped as his mouth landed on her skin and suckled along her flesh until he got to her nipple.

  Cab pulled off her sweater the rest of the way, then unzipped her dress, making it fall to her hips. “Cab,” she moaned out, and felt her pussy erupt.

  Cab unclipped her bra, and now it fell completely off of her. “Holy fuck, you’re incredible,” he said, sliding his one arm under her arm to her breast to cup it as his brother feasted on her other breast.

  She couldn’t move her arms and that seemed to add to her arousal. When she felt her dress lift, and then fingers slid between her legs, she didn’t know if she should stop Marco or let go and give a little more. It felt so good, so right. “Oh God.
Guys, we should slow down. This is happening so fast,” she said, and then fingers slid into her cunt as Marco released her nipple hard.

  “Not too fast. You feel it. You’re super fucking wet, baby. Your pussy is sucking in my fingers, begging for more,” Marco said to her, and kissed her lips while he stroked her pussy. She kissed him back.

  “Don’t fight it. You want us like we want you,” Cab said, and pinched her nipple. Hard. She moaned into Marco’s mouth and felt Cab’s lips kissing her spine, then her side, her ribs as he smoothed his palm along her belly and wiggled her belly ring. “God damn your body is perfection,” he said, and then she felt his tongue lick along the crack of her ass.

  She moaned into Marco’s mouth and came.

  “Fuck,” Marco said after he pulled from her lips. He lowered down to the rug and lifted her thigh over his shoulder as he grunted Cab’s name out.

  “Cab.”

  “Got her,” Cab replied, and she fell back into him. His arms came around her. One on her hip, the other on her breast. He placed one onto her shoulder and neck, with his mouth instantly hitting a sensitive spot as Marco replaced fingers with tongue and mouth and feasted on her cunt.

  “Oh God. Oh! Oh!” She cried out and rocked her hips against his mouth. Cab pinched her nipple again and cupped her other breast while also supporting her weight.

  Marco was relentless, alternating fingers and tongue before he released her pussy. “Cab, she’s delicious. You need to taste our woman.”

  She panted for breath. “What?” she asked as her body was shifted again, and this time Cab lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Her dress fell from her body. She was naked, only wearing thin, thong panties that Cab removed quickly. She went to sit up. “We have to slow down.”

  “No. We won’t go too far. Not without Finn and Lotus here, too,” Marco said.

  She stared up at him. Took in the sight of light brown hair, those green eyes that he and his brothers shared, and the hunger she saw in them. She was speechless until Cab caressed her thighs open and latched onto her pussy. “Cab!” She gasped and reached for his head. The sight of his large, muscular hands squeezing her upper thighs wider as he feasted on her made a gush of cream leak from her cunt. She moaned and rocked her hips. Saw Marco texting on his phone and then he tossed it to the small chair along with his shirt he just pulled over his head. The sight of all those muscles and tattoos had her leaning back and moaning. “Oh God, you’re gorgeous,” she said to him.

  He shook his head and leaned over her, one palm on the bed by her hip, and the other above her shoulder. “You’re the gorgeous one, baby. We don’t deserve you,” he said, and then lowered his mouth to hers. She felt that ache of guilt right before his lips touched hers, but then it was lost in the feel of their ministrations. Cab was feasting on her cunt, alternating fingers and tongue, when she felt her thighs lift, and then his tongue trailing along her asshole. She pulled from Marco’s mouth and quickly maneuvered out of their hold and nearly off the bed.

  Cab grabbed her ankle and climbed up over her. She flattened to the bed on her belly, panting. “Slow down. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he told her as he kissed her shoulder.

  She was trying to catch her breath and it was hard with his body over hers, but not his weight. He leaned on his palms, and she could feel his clothing chafe her skin as he moved higher. “Don’t be scared. You got me wild, woman. Got me wanting to explore every sexy inch of you and claim you as mine,” he said, and pressed lips to her skin on her shoulder, then along her back. She relaxed a little. Was aroused by him laying partially over her and Marco right there, too, stroking her hair.

  “You are incredible, and this body, York. This body is perfection,” Marco said to her as Cab continued to explore her backside and then her ass. When she felt his tongue lick along the crack and then lower as he spread her thighs, she lifted her hips, wanting more. He chuckled. His warm breath collided with her pussy lips and asshole, making her imagine being taken there by both men. By four of the McCuen brothers. He lifted up slightly and maneuvered her to his liking. She was on all fours as he knelt behind her. He used his palms to glide along her thighs and to her breasts, cupping them.

  “Why don’t you do a little exploring of your own instead of letting us have all the fun,” Marco suggested. He undid his pants, and her heart raced.

  She gulped. “Maybe we need to just call it a night.”

  “Not happening,” Cab said, and gripped her thighs a little wider, and then licked along her pussy from behind. She gripped the comforter and moaned.

  “Come on now, sugar, unless you’re ready to make love to us, then we need some relief. You got us all wild,” Marco said, and she knew what he wanted. She was surprised that it didn’t scare her or intimidate her. She wanted to taste his cock, to make Marco come in her mouth, and then Cab, as well. She would love to see them come undone like they made her. She could also slow things down because she didn’t think she was ready for sex. To lose her virginity to men she wasn’t even dating.

  He shimmied out of his jeans and underwear, and then Cab lifted her up and over Marco as if she weighed nothing at all. She spread his thighs and then licked his cock.

  “Sweet woman, that mouth. Holy fuck I’m done for,” he said, and she felt confident and a bit more in control, until thick, hard fingers slid into her cunt from behind, and she felt Cab’s bare legs against her thighs, and what had to be one thick, hard cock tapping her back and ass.

  She moaned and so did they.

  “You are awfully wet. Marco, I think our woman likes sucking cock,” he said, and she felt the gush of cream and the sounds of his fingers making contact with it on every stroke.

  “So good. Keep it up, baby. Keep it up,” Marco coached her, with a hand on her cheek and neck as he lifted and lowered his cock into her mouth. She began to move faster, getting excited about making him come, and also loving the feel of being fingered by Cab at the same time.

  “You ever have a cock in your ass, baby?” Cab asked her, and she moaned as she felt his finger slide into her asshole.

  “Oh fuck, Cab, really. Fuck,” Marco said, and then gripped her hair and came in her mouth. She rocked her hips back against Cab’s fingers, and then pulled up as Marco pulled his cock from her lips. He fell back. “God damn, that was good.”

  Cab nibbled on her neck and shoulder. “You are more than ready for four lovers, aren’t you, York?” he asked her, and she moaned and thrust her hips.

  “I bet we can get started right now. I can fuck this ass while Marco fucks that’s sweet, wet cunt. Make you cry out in mercy like no lover ever made you do before.”

  “Oh God, Cab, there are no other lovers. I’ve never done anything like any of this before. Oh God, I can’t believe how experienced you are. Oh!” She cried out her release, and apparently shocked them. She fell to the bed and Cab kissed her everywhere he could.

  “Holy fuck, she’s an angel, Marco. We don’t deserve an angel. God knows I sure the fuck don’t,” Cab said, and she glanced up at him, and for the first time ever, Cab looked worried. She shifted as he lowered to the bed and put a hand to his head. She cupped his cheeks and he immediately wrapped his arm around her waist, placing his palm on her ass and holding her possessively.

  “I’m sorry I’m not experienced. You’ve probably have had so many lovers.”

  “Shhh, no. God, baby, you’re so damn young and sweet and beautiful. Fuck, you deserve younger men.”

  “No,” she said to him, and then climbed up on top of him. “It’s me that isn’t good enough for you.”

  He squinted his eyes at her, and then Marco moved closer and caressed her back and ass. “What are you talking about?”