Love Will Find You

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Marco pinched her nipple. “No more sexy tank tops. You wear a T-shirt and those martial arts pants,” he scolded.

  “But it gets hot.”

  “No excuses,” Finn said. He tugged on her other nipple.

  She gasped.

  “Together,” Marco said, and Cab released her hands and lowered over her, kissing her deeply and then rolling to his back. He shifted lower to the edge of the bed, and his brothers joined in making love to York. She gasped and lifted up, then lowered back down as Marco slid lube to her asshole.

  “Right here, sweetness,” Finn whispered as he stroked his cock and moved onto the bed. She lifted back up and then cried out as Marco slid his cock into her ass.

  “Oh God.”

  “Fuck yeah. Now,” Lotus commanded, and she opened her mouth and took Finn’s cock into her mouth. She began to suck on him, bobbing her head up and down as Cab watched. He felt how tight her pussy was, and he and Marco began to thrust faster and faster.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  “God damn, I love this ass. I’m fucking it next,” Lotus said, and Finn grunted and came.

  “Tell us how good it feels to thrust your cock into our woman? To grip this sexy, round, tight ass and just claim every inch of her.”

  “What the fuck, Lotus?” Marco exclaimed, and then came in her ass.

  Lotus gave Marco a slap to his back as Marco pulled out and Lotus took his place. Cab and Lotus thrust into her over and over again, and then she cried out and came, and so did Lotus and Cab. Lotus pulled out, giving her ass a few more slaps, and she moaned. Cab chuckled and rolled her to the side as he eased his cock from her body and then nuzzled her close. He kissed her cheeks and her eyelids and held her close until she drifted off peacefully.

  Chapter 4

  Mo pulled Gale into his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. He started to rip her clothing from her body, and she knew that the heist they pulled was a success. She sat here in the hotel room and waited for his return, praying and hoping that he would get caught. Would be arrested, placed back in jail and this time for life. She had seen on the television only moments ago about the robbery in the hotel only a block from where they stayed. Two guards were shot and their conditions unknown at this time. She could feel how hard his hands were, and she could tell by his heavy breathing and the way he threw her onto the bed and thrust into her that he had killed. She just knew it.

  He gripped her hair and head and stared into her eyes. “We did it, baby. Fuck, this is perfect. Being here with you. Fucking my woman right after that shit.” He hooted and hollered, and she pretended to be turned on, to love him like this. Her criminal husband, the man who was using her to get what he really wanted. York.

  He came inside of her and she was grateful he was done. He kissed her neck and along her breasts, and then he pulled up and rolled to his back. “Get me a drink, baby. We need to celebrate.”

  She eased up, feeling that ache she had gotten used to when they were first married. Then she didn’t miss it when he was gone and in jail. Now here she was again, the ache back, the soreness from the rough way he took her in bed was going to now be a constant thing as long as he remained in her life. She wondered if there was a way to make him get caught, but then thought about the consequences if he found out. Or if his crew found out. She would be as good as dead and so would York.

  She walked slowly to the wet bar, the hotel suite pretty classy. He had told her only the best for his woman, and next time they came to Vegas they would be in one of those huge penthouse suites, and they would blow up the town with activities and shows. He promised her the world and now, years older, wiser and having learned her lessons in life being his woman, she didn’t want that. She wanted peace and quiet. To settle down and be loved. She was pushing fifty, her baby girl twenty-four. Where had the time gone? She couldn’t turn back, but could only look forward.

  “Hurry up, woman,” he yelled at her, and she quickly poured the expensive bourbon she hated and brought two glasses over.

  “We’re going to lay low for a few hours then meet the others before we head out.” He pulled her close and clicked his glass to hers. “Phase one is complete. Now you get to help with phase two.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “You know damn well what I mean. I have a huge heist to pull off.” He took a sip of brandy, swallowed, then looked her over with his eyes narrowed. “This was a little job to test the waters with the new crew, and to be sure we worked well and in sync. Another aspect of the big job involves computers, security systems, and we need some serious hacking for that. I know my limitations and I won’t be the cause of all of us getting caught. These men are my family. Your family, too, and this is our big hit. The last one ever, Gale. After this, we are home free and none of us will have to do anything but sit back and enjoy life.” He took a long sip of bourbon. Hissed like it burned his throat. He didn’t even know how to drink expensive bourbon, or how you’re supposed to enjoy it. “We can go anywhere you ever dreamt of, baby. You and me.” He kissed her neck and ran his hand along her thigh and ass, squeezing her.

  She felt the tears fill her eyes. Five years ago, she probably would have kept her mouth shut and hoped he wasn’t lying. That maybe, finally, they would be free from his criminal lifestyle and they could just live off the benefits of his greatest hit. When he got locked up, she had to change her way of thinking. Had to realize that this man was out for himself, and his “crew” well, “family” now apparently. She was good for nothing but sex, and to pull in York. She got up, downed the bourbon, and nearly gagged at the sting to her throat, her chest and down to her gut.

  “That’s my, girl,” he said, and laid there on the bed looking like a king.

  “You need to come up with something else, Mo. York isn’t biting on me meeting up with her.”

  His smile turned to instant anger. Then back to a small smirk. “You can get her to come around. Get her to meet you and I’ll work on the rest.”

  “No. She won’t come. She has a new life in.” She turned away.

  “In where? Where the fuck is she living?”

  “I don’t know the town, just that it’s in Texas.”

  “Shit, then it can’t be far. Make the plans, Gale. Make them quick. In three weeks, this shit is going down. I need her, or we’re as good as dead.”

  “What do you mean we?” she asked.

  He jumped up and yanked her by her wrist close to him. He pushed her to the bed to sit. “You, me, the crew, and this new guy involved. I’ve got things from the past to take care of. People to get off my ass.”

  “Who? I thought you were done with any debts by the way you were spending money.”

  “My business isn’t yours or my money,” he snapped at her, and raised his hand. Instinctively, she leaned back.

  “You listen here, woman. You get that daughter of yours to come meet you, and by next week. Or I will get men to go to that town she lives in and they will take her.”

  “No, no, Mo. You can’t do that to her. She won’t help you.”

  “Oh she has to help me, or the debt from the past will end all our lives, and I’m not letting that happen.”

  “What will happen to York if she does this job? Will you let her go? Leave her be forever?”

  As he stared at her and then said yes, she knew he was lying. What was he up to? What were his real plans for York?

  “I can’t, and she won’t,” she said, and the strike to her head came out of nowhere.

  He was on her so fast, pounding away at her sides so hard she couldn’t catch her breath as she cried and begged for mercy. When he finally lost his breath and his agility to continue to punch and hit her, she slid to the rug and cried. He kicked her legs. “You do as I say and get her to meet you, or else.”

  She lay there and cried as he stepped into his clothes, grabbed his wallet and things, and headed out the door. She didn’t know what she was going to do, and she feared Mo so much, she
knew he could kill her just as he killed those guards tonight.

  Mo was furious and feeling like he could lose his mind. He made a promise, a commitment to come through on this next heist. Three fucking weeks was not a long time. It would be here before he knew it, and it would take a week to go over the details with York, and then force her to comply. The fact that she was ignoring her own mother indicated his daughter was truly involved in a new life and new ways. He had to get her to cooperate. She was more than just the key to pulling this off. She was the final payment for what he owed Vin. That crazy fuck was a mastermind. A killer and hitman beyond anyone Mo had ever known. Vin could have killed him, and anyone even close to him, but he didn’t. Why? Because he never stopped wanting York. He got caught up in his own deals in California and even New York. Before he could worry about that debt, he needed her to pull off the next job, otherwise he was dead.

  Cab stared at York as she sipped a glass of wine and cooked alongside Finn. He gazed at her body in the slim fitting dress she wore. He couldn’t believe she was their woman, and that they had spent the last several days together making love between her work schedule, and his brothers. She was absolutely stunning, with her long blonde hair she had pulled up in some fancy, yet messy style that made her look sexy. It revealed her tan neck, and of course her shoulders. The deep cleavage of her breasts could be seen from where he sat. He looked her over, admired her firm, round ass he thought about most of the day. This very possessive feeling came over him just as she turned to look at him. Their gazes locked and she looked away, intimidated obviously, but then she looked back and walked closer. She set her glass down on the island next to him and he immediately pulled her between his legs. She was feminine, sexy, and all woman. Youthful, vibrant, and the knowledge that only him and his brothers ever got to make love to her, to possess her body, gave him sensations he didn’t know how to process.

  “Cab?” she whispered.

  He shook his head and reached up and twirled a stray strand of hair between his fingers. He stared into her gorgeous green eyes. “I love you,” he said to her. He didn’t think first, it just came out. She looked shocked, and he wondered if it was too much too soon, but then she threw herself against him and hugged his neck and kissed his cheeks.

  “I love you, too. Oh God, I love all four of you so damn much and I was afraid it was too soon, but fuck it. I love you,” she said.

  He chuckled and ran his hand along her ass as Marco came over and kissed her bare shoulder. “Fuck it?” he questioned, never hearing York curse.

  She laughed and pulled back, kissing Cab and then Marco. When she released his lips, he gave her a wink. “I love you, too,” he told her.

  “I love her, as well,” Finn said.

  “What the fuck isn’t there to love about our hot, little virgin?” Lotus added, and they chuckled, but she gave his arm a slap and he pulled her close and kissed her, then ran his hand up her skirt and exposed her ass to all of them.

  “I love that, as well,” Cab said, and she pushed down her skirt and then gave him the evil eyes.

  He curled his finger toward her. She placed her hands on her hips.

  Smack.

  “Ouch.” She gasped.

  Lotus smacked her ass. “Go to him. That’s an order.”

  She shocked him as she slowly walked closer and then climbed up onto his lap. She lifted her dress and straddled his waist before cupping his cheeks and kissing him.

  “Dinner is on hold it seems,” Marco teased, but Cab didn’t pay attention as he kissed York right back, and then lifted her up and placed her down onto the island.

  It was incredible how alive Cab felt in her presence, this close to her, with her lips pressed to his, and her acceptance to his and his brothers’ dominant ways. He shoved her dress up to her waist and then lowered down to kiss her bare belly as he pulled down her panties. She lifted up and raised her arms as Marco took her dress off the rest of the way. In no time she was naked on the island, and he was fingers and tongue deep in her pussy, drawing more cream and moans from his sweet, sweet goddess. He flicked his tongue along her pussy lips and then against her inner groin. He then suckled a little harder, leaving a nice deep love bite right there for only them to enjoy.

  “Nice work, bro. Leave room for me to leave one on the other side,” Finn said, and placed his hand on Cab’s shoulder. The four of them gathered around her and she gazed at each of them. Cab slid his palms down to her ankles and then placed her feet and heels onto the island.

  “Cab!” she exclaimed, the move causing her thighs to open wider and her full pussy and ass to show.

  “Oh yeah. Glistening, wet and ready for cock,” Lotus said, and eased a finger along her pussy, then pressed lower, hitting her asshole.

  “Stop teasing me, it isn’t fair.” She went to move, but Cab gripped her heels.

  “I’m coming, baby, no need to worry. We would never leave you hanging.” He pushed his pants down and aligned his cock with her pussy. “I love you, York, and this is mine,” he said, and pressed his thumb against her pussy. “And this is mine.” He then slid it to her asshole and pressed against it.

  She held his gaze. “And that,” she said, and looked at his cock. “Is mine, so give it to me, Cab. I need you now.”

  His brothers made noises about her remark, but Cab’s focus was completely on his woman as he eased his cock into her pussy and shoved right in. She gasped, and he gripped her wrists and rocked into her, falling deeper and deeper in love with her on every stroke.

  York was smiling and humming along as she finished doing inventory with Ade. She was going to leave in a couple of hours because technically she worked half a day on Sundays. When she was checking the kegs in the basement, her cell phone rang. She didn’t look before she answered it and then heard the voice.

  “Oh thank God you answered, York. Haven’t you gotten my texts?” her mom asked, and York exhaled.

  “I’m busy right now and working.”

  “I thought you didn’t work on Sundays and Mondays.”

  Her gut clenched because she didn’t like her mom, or maybe the thought of her mom knowing anything about her life. York had established this life and her successes on her own and without her mom or anyone else. Those were lonely times and difficult ones to say the least.

  “Please, baby girl, you have to talk to me. I’m so confused, and I feel stupid.”

  She knew immediately that Mo was back to his old ways and probably hurt her mom and made her feel like nothing.

  “What is it?” she asked, and took a seat down on the stool by the beer kegs in the basement. No one was around so she had privacy.

  “I think Mo is seeing someone besides me.”

  “Seriously, Mom? Damn it, I told you he hasn’t changed one bit. How do you know? And what about your job and quitting it? Can you get it back?”

  “I’m not worried about the job, York. I love your father. I don’t know what I can do to make him see that we can be perfect again together.”

  “You never were perfect. He doesn’t love you. If he did, he wouldn’t be cheating.” She could hear her mom crying.

  “I said I think he is. I’m not sure. Please, York, can’t we get together? I can meet you somewhere. Anywhere you want. I just need to see you.” Her mom cried. York damned herself for feeling guilty and for really wanting to hang up the phone. As her mom cried and talked about how terrible of a mom she was, and an even worse wife, York found herself telling her mom she would meet her.

  “I only have an hour though. I have plans for tonight,” she said, and thought about having to lie to her men, and to not let them know about this. She didn’t want them involved or knowing her mom was so screwed up and weak.