The Fiddler's Heart

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “No. Put your hands up and let her be in control,” Gordon ordered and Sodo immediately raised them up. She released Sodo’s cock and looked at Gordon.

  “I don’t want you comparing us to him. This is different. You can feel it, right?”

  “Yes, Gordon, it is different, and I wasn’t scared when Sodo gripped my hair. I wasn’t.”

  “I want this perfect for you,” he said to her.

  “It is because it’s with the four of you,” she said with more confidence than she actually had, but then she lifted higher and kissed Sodo on the lips. He ran his hands along her body and Track and Century took turns sliding fingers into her cunt.

  “She is wet and ready,” Century said.

  She released Sodo’s lips and held his gaze. His green eyes sparkled and that scruff along his cheeks made him look so carnal and wild.

  “Your pace. You’re in control,” he said to her and she nodded and kissed and licked her way down his belly to his cock. They had pushed off their shorts and even took off their shirts. They were gods with all their muscles and tattoos. She lowered her mouth over Sodo’s cock and began to suck him down. Sodo hissed and she felt fingers leave her cunt and then Track bent down and licked her and ate at her cream.

  Century squeezed her ass cheek.

  “Look at this ass, it’s perfect,” he said and she felt the nip to it. As Track stroked her she moaned and came, and sucked Sodo faster and with vigor. He grunted. “My God, baby, your mouth is incredible. I’ve needed you, fantasized about you doing this to me,” he admitted and it encouraged her to continue, to know they fantasized about her and wanted her as much as she fantasized about them. She felt his cock thicken right before he grunted and came. As she eased her mouth from his cock Track lifted her up into his arms and then kissed her on the mouth as he lowered her to the bed. He kissed along her neck, her breasts, sucking on each tit, making her pussy need, and she contemplated letting them make love to her. How could she do that? They hadn’t known one another that long, hadn’t dated or even discussed things fully. She couldn’t make the same mistake she did with Zane and just go by an attraction, even though this felt more like a combustion. This was outrageously delicious and amazing. She moaned and lifted her torso and he ran his palm down her breast and belly to her pussy. “Open for me, for us,” he said to her. She popped her eyes open, and she did, just as she raised her arms above her head, causing her breasts to lift.

  “Holy fuck, I’m going to come before I even get to feel that mouth on me,” Century admitted. She chuckled and then Track began to feast on her pussy, to plunge his tongue in and out of her until he got his fill and was stroking his own cock.

  “Let me,” she said to him and he climbed up her body, lifted above her, and she sucked on him just like that. She didn’t initially panic that he was completely above her, covering her where all he had to do was lower that thick, heavy body over her and suffocate her. She started to slightly as she overthought the sensations, but Century, Sodo, and Gordon were there to ease her mind and make her want more.

  “Holy crap, Francesca, you look so hot, so sexy as you trust Track to fuck your mouth like that.”

  “She sure does, bro. Put your arms by your sides. Let him have full control. Show Track you trust him completely,” Gordon said and she was shocked by this, but also turned on by it. She lowered her arms and continued to suck on Track who gently stroked into her mouth. Century and Sodo pinched her nipples and she couldn’t resist lifting her hands up to cup Track’s tight, muscular ass as he rocked into her mouth. “I’m there,” he said and she prepared for the gush of cum just as it hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. He eased out and lowered down to kiss her as he cupped her cheeks, straddled her waist, but somehow kept his weight off of her. “Thank you,” he said and eased off of her only for Century to pull her into his arms and kiss her next. He lowered her to her back and feasted on her, taking his time to suckle each breast, to stroke her very swollen needy cunt and then take another taste of her cream. She held his head, spread her thighs, and lifted and lowered to the bed.

  “So fucking delicious, I could eat you out for hours, sexy. Fuck,” he said and lifted up and grunted as he held his cock.

  “Let me taste you, pleasure you too, Century,” she said and started to get up. She ran her hands over him, helped him as he eased to his back, spread his thighs, and she took in the sight. All those dips and ridges of muscles, the tattoos, the seasoned expression. She had herself four older, sexy men, and she was completely turned on by that. She eased over him and kissed his lips. As she ran her hands through his hair and they made out, he squeezed her ass and widened her ass cheeks. Someone dipped a finger into her cunt and then rubbed the cream over her asshole.

  “She likes this a lot,” Sodo said, giving away that it was him.

  “I like watching that a lot,” Gordon said and chuckled.

  “Crazy,” Track added and then she kissed down Century’s chest as he eased his fingers through her hair but then quickly released his hold and raised his arms up as if remembering Gordon’s orders. She looked up at him. “It’s okay. I’m okay, Century,” she said.

  “You sure are because you know you’re safe with us,” he said to her and she nodded, continued the path with her mouth to his cock as Sodo and Track kissed and licked her spine and her ass. Just as she started to suck on Century’s cock she felt a tongue slide over her pussy and asshole and the fingers slide into both holes. She moaned loudly. Century grunted in pleasure and Sodo, Track, and Gordon egged her on, encouraged by strokes, by mouths, and by words.

  It was erotic and wild as she came while she sucked Century’s cock and then he came with a grunt and they loved her, kissed her, cared for her, and held her in their arms, enjoying this connection as happiness filled her heart and soul like never before in this lifetime.

  Chapter 4

  “They can’t locate Zane based on the intel on those men who worked for him? That makes no sense to me, Merdoff,” Sodo said to him as they gathered around the meeting room at the state police department in Casper.

  “You know when the feds are involved in something and they say, back off, what it means,” Cole answered for Merdoff. Franco and Bronco, their other two brothers, leaned back in the chairs and looked aggravated.

  “Shit.” Sodo exhaled and he couldn’t help but to be worried about Francesca. Their relationship was taking off, she was letting them in further and further, and they wanted nothing more than to make love to her, to move her into their place and start a life with her. She was incredible. Getting stronger and stronger each day. Tonight they were going to Mulligan’s.

  “So basically what you’re saying is that none of us can use our resources to locate Zane? Do the feds already know where he is and they’re waiting to catch some other criminals along with him?” Castle asked.

  “It’s a good possibility, but Bronco here got a little bit different of a feeling,” Cole sad and glanced at his brother.

  “Cole, what’s up?” Gordon asked.

  “Based on the chatter, on inside little gossip, the feds could be trying to locate Zane and perhaps offer him a deal for giving up on a big fish. Don’t know who that big fish is, but a buddy of mine in the field says it’s hands off, and that someone is on the inside negotiating things and it’s another reason why we need to step away.”

  “That motherfucker will not only get away with criminal activity and abusing Francesca for three years but will wind up free and cleared of any charges and probably sitting pretty on a fucking beach somewhere,” Century said and threw up his hands.

  “And you know damn well while he’s sitting there he’ll be planning on a way to grab Francesca,” Track said.

  “We won’t let that happen,” Sodo added but he wasn’t sure about any of this. They really weren’t involved in that federal investigation. It was just that their current case, a local dealer and businessman was busted for having product that was out of the ordinary. A track on his
delivery guys and a truck wound up being owned by some international company and some more digging brought up ties to Adrian Colomos, a head of one of the big mafia families in Vegas and New York.

  “I can understand how difficult this is for you guys, considering Francesca is your woman now, and we will do whatever we can to ensure she is safe. For now, we’ll have to step back from that avenue and start digging into the other end on this guy Arthur Fiore. He is Colomos’s right hand man and he’s been connected to various aspects of this case. He’s seen a lot at these parties in mansions where a lot of drugs and prostitution are provided for a fee of course,” Merdoff explained.

  “Is that what they think happened to those three women in Dallas? The ones whose bodies were found by the creek?” Track asked.

  “Yes indeed and toxicology reports are back and we’ve got a new substance in the state. A very high-quality lift that renders a woman unconscious where she doesn’t recollect a thing, but someone went and laced it with fentanyl. Initial investigations, talking to witnesses, quietly questioning some of the attendees to these parties, and it’s believed it was done on purpose to hurt the seller. That seller being Boger Slay,” Cole explained.

  “Well isn’t that fucking interesting. Ya thinking perhaps someone, maybe this guy Colomos, set him up, and his guy Fiore was there to ensure shit hit the fan?” Castle asked.

  “Well that’s what we are all going to be working on. Finding out who the main supplier is, who the dealers are, and more about who is hosting these parties. The estates they use are rented. Cash, big money, so no documentation, and a cleaning fund is established too since they know the place will be wrecked. We connect these men and the drugs, and the feds will have additional charges against them including murder times three,” Bronco told them, and they discussed who would do what and how they would work together with the feds.

  An hour later as they made some calls and spoke to some contacts, Track came over to Sodo.

  “What’s up?” Sodo asked and put down the pen he had been taking some notes with.

  “Looking back at the other case, at our investigation into Zane and Clifton, and it turns out Zane hosted a few parties in Freemont. This estate, located on over a hundred acres out in the middle of fucking nowhere, had been on detectives’ radar because the last known place a few victims were seen had been at a huge party there.”

  Sodo’s eyes widened. “That’s a connection of Zane to this shit and Clifton too.”

  “Definitely, but my personal concern is Francesca’s part in it. What was she exposed to? Did she know shit was going on? Did she do drugs or Zane maybe forced her to?”

  Sodo bit the inside of his cheek. “We can’t ask her any questions. It really doesn’t matter, and it isn’t going to change how we feel about her.”

  “What if she knows stuff, witnessed things, or maybe knows specific people who were there? I don’t want to fucking ask her either, but we have someone who was actually present. Someone we can question calmly, and maybe she knows something and isn’t even aware of it.”

  “Is that your focus?” Sodo asked.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “It means she’s been through hell, and investigating these parties and what went on at them, do you really want to know her part? What Zane may or may not have forced her to do or witness? The thought of that man even touching her, never mind hurting her the way he did, and I want to kill the fuck with my bare hands.”

  “Like I don’t want to, or the others either? She really hasn’t told us too much, just enough to get the gist of things and the abuse of course.”

  “Track, it’s been months. She’s in counseling, it’s going to take time, and we’re lucky that she trusts us enough to let down that guard. I don’t want to jeopardize that trust.”

  “Then we don’t say anything. It’s just driving me crazy, ya know, thinking about what that dick did to her. She’s so young, beautiful, and no one was able to protect her. She could have wound up like one of those women.”

  “I know, and I thought about that too. Solving these cases, helping to put Zane and these other men behind bars has to be our focus here. If we can’t keep a separation then we’ll be taken off by the commander.”

  * * * *

  “Try it again. Come on now, you have to get this move,” Track yelled at Francesca, and she got angry and threw her gloves right at him and started to stomp from his home gym area. Before she made it a few feet, one thick, solid arm wrapped around her midsection and lifted her off the mats.

  “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m being a jerk,” he said and hugged her from behind and suckled against her neck. She turned in his arms and he lifted her up and carried her closer to the matted wall.

  “No argument there,” she said to him and her back hit the padding.

  “I just want you strong and ready.”

  “I’m doing the best I can. Besides, I don’t think I’m going to need to be superwoman while living in this town and having you and your brothers as my guardians,” she said, smiling as she placed her hands on his shoulders and massaged them. When Track didn’t smile she got worried.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. He looked at her breasts in the tank top she wore and then he cupped her jaw and pressed his lips to hers. She felt how hard his cock was, pressed up against her crotch, and she kissed him right back. Every time she made out with one of them that make out session got wilder and wilder. She wanted to make love to them, she really did. As he pulled back he gripped the hem of her tank top and started lifting it up.

  “Track?” she questioned him, looked at the intensity on his face, the need in his eyes. She wasn’t going to be a tease. She wanted him too. Wanted all of them.

  “I want you. Want to make you mine and ensure that dick Zane doesn’t continue to have a hold on you.”

  “He doesn’t. Oh God he doesn’t, Track.”

  He suckled against her neck after he tossed off her top. He pushed down the straps, and her breasts pushed from the confinements of the sports bra. He lowered and suckled, tugged, and pulled on her nipple. She grabbed his head, leaned back, and he rocked his hips. “Oh God,” she exclaimed.

  He pulled his mouth from hers, and holding her in place by his hips he yanked off his shirt.

  “Are you on the pill?” he asked and suckled against her neck again.

  She tightened up and gripped his shoulders. He lowered her feet to the floor and started to push down her spandex shorts. “Track.” She said his name and he paused and looked at her.

  “Don’t you want to make love to me?”

  “Here?” she asked.

  “What the fuck does it matter? I want you and you want me.”

  “The others?”

  “Will be here soon enough.” He lowered down as he pressed off her shorts. She held onto his shoulders and he lifted her thigh over his shoulder and suckled on her clit. She rocked against his mouth.

  “What do we have here?” She turned to look as she jerked and saw Century. He was right there, closing the space between them.

  “Looks like we’re taking your training to the next level.”

  He covered her mouth to kiss her. Track replaced tongue with fingers as Century kissed her and then pulled back.

  “Get this off of you.” He helped her remove the sports bra, and now she was completely naked, totally wet, and these men were in complete control and it made her wild with desire.

  Track set her foot back down onto the mat, and he stood up and stepped from his shorts. She lowered to her knees, then grabbed his hips and began to feast on his cock.

  “Holy fuck.” She heard Sodo’s voice and then Gordon whistle.

  “Here?” Sodo asked. But then Track lowered down and she followed. He lay on the mat, and the second she bent over Century slid a finger to her cunt from behind. “Are you sure, Francesca?” he asked her and she pushed back, indicating she wanted this. “She’s sure,” Track said, stroking her hair. Century pulled fingers from her
cunt and Sodo and Gordon were undressed.

  “You got that lube right?” Sodo asked him.

  “In the drawer. We placed them in all the rooms,” he said and that was an indication that they planned this, wanted to be ready.

  “Here I come,” Century said. She tightened up and he slid his palm over her neck and shoulder. She felt the tip of Century’s cock at her cunt.

  “We will always love you and protect you. Today we make you our woman.” He eased his cock into her cunt and stroked into her. He grunted and she moaned. “So good. Holy Jesus, you feel perfect, Francesca. You’re tight and hot. Holy fuck, this is great,” he said and began to thrust into her from behind. She sucked on Track’s cock and he was getting thicker. He gripped her hair.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want your pussy. Want to mark you my woman forever,” he said to her and she lifted off of his cock and cried out her orgasm.

  “Oh God yes, yes,” she said and Century thrust and thrust into her over and over again then came. He nipped her shoulder, her neck, and pulled out. “Mine,” Track said and immediately lifted her up.

  “Ride me. Claim me now,” he ordered as he held her shoulder and neck and looked carnal.

  She lifted up, and lowered down over his thick, hard cock. “Fuck,” he exclaimed and she squealed out as he thrust upward. She sunk down, and they both began to move until he was so wild he took over. He rolled her to her back, pulled her thigh up against his hip, and rammed into her.

  “Yes! Oh my God, Track, yessss! She hissed and he thrust and stroked and she just kept coming.

  “Together. We take her together and make sure we do this right. It’s forever,” Sodo said and she knew that they would all fill every hole. They talked about it only a few days ago. About how much more connected they would be and also completely committed. She wanted that. She felt like her life had just begun.