“And I was just thinking how the four of you love each other so much, and that’s why this works so well.”
Cassius reaches for his underwear and pants and puts them on. “I love that man like a brother, but I will never miss a chance to wind him up, and neither will he.”
I drag my underwear up my legs and put on Cassius’ shirt. I’m cuddled against him with my legs tucked beneath me when we hear the front gates grind open and a car drives down into the underground garage.
“I see you’ve put some fucking pants on,” Lorenzo mutters a few minutes later as he strides in. He leans over and presses his mouth against mine in a hungry kiss. “Not you, princess. Never put pants on. In fact…” He reaches beneath Cassius’ shirt for my underwear and drags them down my legs. “Panties off. I’m fucking you now.”
He pulls me down the couch toward him and unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down a few inches and taking out his cock.
“I can see you’re still wet from being fucked, princess. How much would it take for you to…” He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gasp. “Come again?”
I reach back and grasp the back of the sofa. Very little, by the feel of it. The slow screwing by Cassius will be perfectly topped off by a fast fuck from Lorenzo.
Lorenzo pulls his fingers out of me, leans over, and spits on my pussy. My body twitches and I gasp at the sensation.
He glances at Cassius with a wicked smile. “Spit on her, too?”
Cassius leans forward and rubs his middle finger over my clit, and then spits on it, so I’m glistening wet. My mouth opens in shock. That shouldn’t be so arousing.
“Perfect,” Lorenzo purrs as he grasps his cock and sinks into me. He groans as he thrusts deep. “I’ve been aching for this for hours.”
Cassius props his temple on his fist and watches us, his dark eyes glittering.
“How did Cassius fuck you, princess?” Lorenzo asks, clearly enjoying having an audience. His speed picks up until he’s fucking me with hard, greedy thrusts.
My breathing becomes uneven and I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of Lorenzo’s cock pumping in and out of me. “He sat me on his face and told me I was pretty.”
“Of course he did. Cassius’ sweet angel. Now you’re Lorenzo’s dirty bitch, aren’t you?” He moves his hips back and forth in a hard, relentless rhythm.
“Yes, oh God, I am.”
Cassius reaches between us and swirls his fingers lazily over my clit. “Bambina, are you going to be a good girl and come on Scava’s cock?”
“Do as Cassius says, princess.”
I look from one man’s face to the next as they devour me with their eyes and hands, intent on making me burst apart in pleasure. My cries become panting wails until my head tips back and my body arches in climax.
“Fuck, yes,” Lorenzo says through clenched teeth. “Milk my cock with that pussy of yours, princess.”
He groans suddenly and pulls out, hovering over me and pumping his cock up and down in his fist. A moment later he spurts ribbons of cum all over Cassius’ shirt that’s half-open on my breasts.
“Oh, shit. I got cum all over your shirt, Cassius.” Lorenzo laughs softly, not sounding sorry at all.
Cassius shoots him a dark look but holds his tongue, probably because we defiled his sofa together not long ago.
I take off the shirt and ball it up, and Lorenzo gives me his T-shirt to wear instead as he pulls me into his arms.
“Kiss me, princess. I was nearly a dead man tonight.”
His mouth descends on mine and he kisses me like we’ve been separated for a hundred years. I wrap my arms around his neck, my expression anguished. “I don’t even want to think about that. Promise me you won’t be careless with your life. I need you. We all do.”
Lorenzo sinks his teeth into my lower lip, and then murmurs, “I promise I won’t be reckless, but some things are worth dying for. Salvatore would have been right to pull the trigger if I hadn’t crashed the van.”
I trace the patterns of the tattoos on his muscled chest as he kisses me again. Better to die quickly at the hands of a friend than slowly in the clutches of an enemy, he means.
There’s the sound of the gates opening, and a few minutes later Vinicius and Salvatore walk in. Both men look exhausted, but Salvatore smiles as he sees Lorenzo lift his mouth from mine.
“Well, well, well, look who’s learned to kiss after all these years. I always knew you were a big fucking softie.”
Lorenzo reaches for Salvatore. “You want one too?”
Salvatore grins and shoves him away. “Fuck off. Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” he asks, turning to me, eyeing my rumpled hair and Lorenzo’s T-shirt covering me, and Cassius sitting on the sofa without his shirt. “Looks like you did.”
I look around at the four men, my heart feeling very full at the sight of them all in one room and in one piece. If I were in danger of taking any of this for granted, I’m definitely not now. “Always. And I’m even happier now I’m with you all.”
Salvatore leans down to kiss me. “And I’m always happy when I get to come back to you.”
“Me, too, kitten,” Vinicius says, taking Salvatore’s place a moment later and giving me one of his heavenly kisses. He buries his face in my hair and breathes in deeply. “Mm, you smell like sex.”
Now that we’re all together, I look closely from one man to the next. “Is there anything you’d like to say to me about what happened tonight?”
I’m not angry that they crept off to confront the Black Orchid Killer without telling me, but I’m hoping that this can be a turning point for all of us.
Lorenzo and Vinicius exchange glances.
“I’m sorry you suddenly found yourself on your own,” Vinicius says. “That was my fault, kitten. I wanted to wake you up with the good news that the killer was dead and it was all over.”
“He wanted to protect you from worrying about us,” Salvatore adds. “We all did.”
Not worry about my men? Fat chance of that. “I worry about you even more if you suddenly all disappear.”
“We won’t do that again, bambina.”
The others nod, and I can tell from their exhausted, shell-shocked expressions that they mean it. No one wants a do-over of tonight ever again.
“Good. Thank you.” I settle back in Cassius’ arms and rest against his bare chest.
“What did you all find out tonight?” he asks the others as they collapse onto the sofas around us.
“Fuck all,” Salvatore tells us. “De Luca must be scared of us and he’s gone to ground.”
“There was nothing in that van,” Vinicius adds. “It’s probably stolen and won’t tell us anything.”
Salvatore shakes his head with troubled eyes. “There were men working with the Black Orchid Killer. He had a team and they grabbed Lorenzo. Doesn’t that seem crazy to anyone else?”
Lorenzo’s expression darkens. “Crazy, but we’ve seen this before. Sienna was dragged into a black car. There needed to be at least a driver and a kidnapper working together.”