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  “No. She’ll get scared, and what if we scare her? Hurt her by accident?” Messina asked.

  “Biani and I are right here.”

  Messina shook his head. “No, you two stay in bed with her. She said she has to leave in the morning early. Stay with her and you and Biani enjoy her alone. When we see her again, have time to make love again, Vella and I will take her together. Watch over her. She’ll be sore.”

  Falzone squinted at Messina.

  “You two should be here caring for her, too,” he reprimanded.

  Messina shook his head. Order her not to ask questions and it will be fine.” He walked out of the room.

  * * * *

  Tiana could hardly keep her eyes open and Biani laughed, helping her out of the towel after the bath and then into bed again. It was three o’clock in the morning.

  “Where are the others?” she asked, cuddling up onto the pillow.

  Her sexy, feminine body was lost in the queen-sized bed. He knew when they found their home that they would have king-sized beds and more room to spread out in. That thought as he climbed into bed with her, snuggled up behind her against her body and held her, made him think of sharing that house and that bed with Tiana. Could she be the one? He couldn’t wait to talk to the rest of the team when they were all alone. He knew that nothing, no love session, ever felt so deep, with such a connection. He knew too that it wasn’t just because they had a ménage and shared the same woman together, taking her in every hole. No, this was more. So much more and he understood now why Tat and the team were so obsessed with Talia, and how their other friends were obsessed with their women, too. This was special. He wanted it to last, and he would make any changes needed to do so.

  Biani heard her soft breathing and knew she was sound asleep. The poor thing was exhausted. Falzone climbed into bed, a scowl on his face.

  “Where are they?”

  “Sleeping in their own rooms.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do you think?” he whispered, and Biani felt his chest tighten.

  “She’s going to find out if this continues.”

  “Then they deal with it. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

  “It is morning,” Biani teased.

  Falzone caressed her hair from her cheeks and kissed her forehead. He locked gazes with Biani. “Holy fucking shit.”

  Biani snorted.

  “My thoughts exactly,” Biani said, and kissed her shoulder then snuggled close as Falzone did in front of her.

  * * * *

  Tiana ate the breakfast Falzone and Biani made her, but she felt a little sick to her stomach. Messina and Vella hadn’t shown their faces yet, and she needed to head out. She felt sad and disappointed. Had she made a mistake? Were Biani and Falzone just teasing her, making the morning after seem less awkward now that they all had sex?

  “When can we see you again?” Biani asked her as he took a seat next to her at the kitchen table.

  She looked up at him. “You want to?”

  He squinted and reached up under her hair and neck, then leaned closer. Falzone placed his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

  “Of course we do. Last night was incredible,” Biani said, and pressed his lips softly to hers.

  “And Vella and Messina?” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

  “Are coming right now,” Falzone said, even though her eyes were locked onto Biani’s as he squinted at her response.

  “Morning. You guys want some breakfast or coffee?” Falzone asked.

  He moved out of the way and she turned to look at Messina and Vella. She was shocked. They looked exhausted, angry and she felt like she should have left before they emerged.

  “Coffee!” Messina barked, and then Messina and Vella nodded at her.

  They didn’t say good morning. They didn’t come kiss her or hug her. She swallowed hard. Felt the tears fill her eyes, but then Biani squeezed her hand. She looked at him and he gave her a serious expression and lipped the words, “It’s okay.” Her gut clenched. Something was wrong. Before things got out of hand, she stood up.

  “Well, I should get back and change, and then I have clients to meet.”

  “You’re leaving?” Messina snapped at her.

  She licked her lip and nodded.

  “You coming back later?” Messina asked in a harsh tone.

  “Probably not.”

  “Why?” Vella asked.

  She glanced at him. He looked just as exhausted and angry as Messina, and with pink eyelids that showed they got no rest, but needed it.

  “Tomorrow then?” Messina asked.

  “I don’t know when. I have a lot scheduled this week.”

  “You blowing us off?” Vella accused.

  “Vella?” Falzone warned him.

  She tightened up.

  “Come here,” Messina commanded.

  She was intimidated to say the least, but she slowly walked to him as Vella plopped down into the chair and ran his fingers over his beard, looking especially displeased with her leaving.

  Messina grabbed her hand and pulled her close. He cupped her cheeks and stared at her face, as if memorizing it. “Don’t wait too long to come back. You won’t want us to hunt you down,” he warned, but that cold, harsh expression was replaced with a smirk.

  It confused her, yet somehow aroused her and made her forget why she was intimidated by him. He kissed her softly, and ran his palm along her ass and squeezed.

  When he released her lips, he gave her a light shake. “You be good, or else,” he warned, and she snickered.

  “You too,” she said, and reached up to cup his cheek. He closed his eyes, turned his face into her palm, and kissed her skin.

  “Say good-bye to Vella,” he whispered, and then when she turned around, Messina gave her ass a slap.

  Smack.

  She gasped, and then rubbed it with her palm and stepped closer to Vella. He sat sideways at the table, legs apart and one arm rested on the table, the other hand on his lap. She stepped closer.

  “She doesn’t need to,” Vella said sharply.

  He was still pushing her away. She wondered why. She shrugged and tried to act unaffected despite the tears and the ache in her heart. She reached for her bag when Vella pulled her by her hips between his legs. She grabbed onto his shoulders, and looked down into his dark brown eyes, that rugged beard, and fierce red-rimmed eyes. He stared at her, they were nearly eye to eye, he was so tall. She rubbed his shoulders and squinted as he didn’t say a word, but caressed her hips and her ass, then her thighs, then up her ribs as if he would cup her breasts. She stroked his cheekbones as she held both cheeks against her palms. “You look so tired.” He snagged that hand, gripped her wrist, making her gasp. “Vella,” she hissed.

  “Push down that skirt and panties. I want one more taste before you go.”

  “Vella?” she said his name again as her cheeks heated up.

  “Don’t make him ask you twice,” Messina said, moving closer.

  She used her one hand to push her panties and skirt down. Having difficulty, Vella released her hand and she was naked from the waist down. Her pussy creamed, her nipples hardened. Vella gripped her hip and stood up, placed her back onto the table as Messina spread her one thigh, and Biani the other.

  Vella held her gaze as he slid a finger along her pussy lips.

  “This, is ours. No one else’s, but ours.” He slid his finger into her cunt, and she tried to reach down and close her legs, but Falzone gripped her wrists and held them above her head as Biani and Messina kept her thighs wide, and stroked her inner thighs, too.

  “Oh God please. Oh!” She cried out and came.

  “Fuck,” Messina said, and Vella lowered his mouth to her cunt to lick away her cream before he used his fingers to bring her to another orgasm, and then another one. When she was limp and moaning, begging for reprieve, they each took turns suckling her pussy, fingering her cunt, and then Vella rolled a condom onto his cock and h
eld her gaze. “You’ll come back. You won’t push us away. Never push us away,” he said, then gripped her hips and aligned his cock with her pussy. “Understand?” he asked.

  “Oh God, Vella, yes, yes, whatever you want.”

  He slid his cock into her oversensitive pussy and she moaned aloud. She couldn’t believe it. Vella fucked her right there on the kitchen table. He gripped her hips, then shoved in deeply and grunted. “Mine.”

  The others stepped back slightly, and she knew she wasn’t leaving any time soon, and she was fine with that. Nothing else mattered but having each man deep inside of her again and again.

  * * * *

  “I love how it feels to have your arms wrapped around me. To inhale your scent, and to smell your perfume. I can’t explain it. I’m so in tune to everything about you,” Vella told her. He heard the intensity of his voice, and felt her tighten up, but then he felt her lips against his neck. Soft, feminine, and he battled over how good it felt and wanting to give into to it, against being a man, a soldier, a machine unaffected by such things. He pulled back and began to release her. She cupped his cheeks. His eyes roamed toward the others who were already dressed. They took her on the kitchen table, then against it, one by one. Were they all feeling desperate like him?

  “Who’s pushing away who?” she asked him, her palms soft and small against his cheeks.

  He stared at her, she seemed to be trying to read his mind. “Don’t,” he said, then slid his hands over hers, pulled them down, and then gave her hip a tap. You need help getting washed up?” he asked. She slid off of him, and her expression made him feel like a dick. She was right. He was dismissing her now.

  Vella caught the hard expressions from the others as she bent down, grabbed her clothes, and then put them in front of her. It was silent. Too silent as she walked out of the room. Everyone turned and busied themselves with something.

  “It was too much. I feel too much,” he said, and snagged his jeans and shirt off the floor and headed out of the kitchen.

  * * * *

  Falzone walked Tiana out to her car to make sure it started all right and that everything was fine. She placed her things into the backseat and closed the door. Hard.

  She was going to push by him and get right into the driver’s side, but he grabbed her hips, and pressed close. She kept her arms by her sides. He saw the hurt, the tears, and he wanted to explain, to ask for time.

  “The guys and I will talk about the houses you showed us and make a decision. In the meantime, why don’t we make plans? Maybe Wednesday since you said you’re booked up with things today and Tuesday into the evening? You can come by here for dinner,” he said, and slid his one hand from her hip to her arm, then shoulder and neck.

  She slowly looked up into his eyes. “Dinner?” she asked, her tone completely off.

  He squinted, then exhaled. “Listen, give them time. Give us time.”

  “Time? Hmm, let me see. I took a huge chance. I haven’t been with anyone, and only had one lover. You four have obviously had lots.”

  “Hey, I’m not blowing you off, or minimizing in any way what happened between the four of us. It’s complicated.” She snickered and he felt confused. She pushed his hand off her hip but then he gripped her again. “Wait,” he said, and she exhaled and stared up at him.

  She looked so beautiful, and so damn young. She was petite and sexy and handled the four of them several times without aches, and without freaking out. She was made for each of them, but his men, Vella and Messina had things to work out. They weren’t fully recovered from the back to back missions, particularly Iraq. Hell, even he had some nightmares about the shit they saw.

  “Complicated? Listen, I’m not trying to force some sort of commitment on you or your team. It was fun. I enjoyed it.”

  “Don’t fucking do that,” he said, and pulled her close, then pressed his mouth over hers and ravished her. She grabbed onto him and they dueled for control over the kiss. He slid his hand to her ass and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth and he moved his other hand up to her breast and cupped it. He felt her fingers run through his hair, and her other hand gripped the hand that pulled her ass and her body harder against his now steel hard cock. He moved his mouth from her lips to her neck and then to her collarbone, where he sucked hard and nipped with teeth against the sensitive chord.

  “Oh, Falzone. Holy God.” She panted.

  He squeezed her ass tighter, then slid a finger down the crack and along her thigh, lifting it up against his hip. He used his other hand and fingers to tug on her nipple, while he lowered his mouth onto her bra strap and licked along her cleavage. Those feminine hands gripped his head. With his face in her chest, he inhaled her scent. His tongue was in deep exploration and in search of her nipple.

  “We have to stop. Oh please. We can’t keep doing this and ignore what’s going on.”

  He lifted up, saw her swollen lips, her flushed cheeks and how the top of her camisole was so low that he saw her bra and the deep cleavage of her breast. His beard had caused skin rash along the center and over her breasts from rubbing his chin along it.

  “I talked about rules. About being submissive and accepting to what we say and order.”

  “Yes.” She nodded slowly and licked her lower lip, then eased back to standing straight and fixing herself. He helped her, slid his fingers along her blouse, and adjusted it.

  “We’re complicated men. We’ve been on back to back missions for over a year. They weren’t easy, and they affected us. Some more than others. I won’t lie to you, baby. I don’t know what will come of this thing, of these strong feelings and connection, but my team and I will figure that out. In the meantime, maybe going slow, and spending some time together when we can will be smart all around?”

  She swallowed hard and then fixed his button-down shirt and rubbed her palms up and down his chest.

  “I have a lot on my plate right now anyway. Slow is fine with me,” she said.

  He gave her a wink. “Okay, so Wednesday, dinner here?”

  “Sure. I’ll text you the time I can make it by.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her forehead and then stepped back so she could get into her car and leave. He waved and watched her go, and was shocked at the empty feeling that hit him. He liked her a lot. Hell, he could see himself differently around her. His team, too.

  Falzone headed into the house, knowing that the team needed to discuss this situation. So he called for a meeting.

  They all gathered around the living room. Messina and Vella looking none the happier about how things were left with Tiana. He explained his exchange of words with her and his actions.

  “I feel it, too. This desperate feeling now that she isn’t here. A possessiveness that I don’t think is normal. Well, I know it isn’t normal because I never had it with any other woman I had sex with. It’s different. I don’t like it,” Biani said to them, then looked away, exhaled and leaned his head back against the couch.

  “I feel it, too. Like I need her,” Messina admitted.

  “Vella?” Falzone looked at him.

  “She deserves better. To be safe, and not in danger.”

  “In danger?” Biani asked.

  “From me.”

  “From me, too,” Messina said.

  “We’re trained killers, soldiers who have seen, experienced, and gotten through heavy shit. We aren’t machines, we’re men, and I think we thought we were desensitized to the shit we’ve seen and experienced, but maybe, just maybe we aren’t like we were. Like when we were younger.”

  They were all quiet.

  “Twenty-four hours with one pint-size, sexy bombshell twenty something year old, and we’re affected like this? Talking like this? Where the fuck did she come from?” Biani asked, and rubbed his face with his hands.

  Messina snickered. “Beats the fuck out of me, man, but God damn, just thinking about her body has my dick ready to fuck and claim her again. She’s gorgeous and she could be ours.”

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��Do we want that? Does she deserve to have men our ages with our experiences and needs in the bedroom, in the kitchen, like we need?” he said.

  “Against her car before she left? Hell, man, if this was our property and could have guaranteed no one saw what’s ours, I would have lifted her skirt and fucked her against the car. The need to be deep inside of her is outrageous. I feel crazy, then add in you guys joining in, and it’s like what a drug addiction might feel like. An addiction to something that it seems like if you don’t have, you could lose your mind. Hell, like life is over. I mean what the fuck is that?” Falzone said to them.

  “So you feel it, too? That desperation? How do we ignore it?” Vella asked. They were all quiet once again.

  “I don’t think we will be able to,” Biani said.

  “Maybe we don’t need to. I asked her for time. To take things slow and to see what happened. We aren’t bound to her, committed to her or anything like that, but if we decide to be and that we want that with Tiana, then we need to discuss that.

  “So what? She gets to be with any men she wants to?” Vella asked.

  “That’s bullshit,” Biani added.

  “We all know there are numerous men who want her. Hell, the fucking guy who fixed her car wants her,” Messina said.

  “Wanted, but now he knows she was with us and slept here,” Vella said.

  “But if we aren’t with her, or officially claim her, then she’s free to go with whom she wants to. I don’t know about you guys, but thinking about another man touching her, kissing her, flirting with her, never mind fucking her, makes me sick and see red,” Messina stated.

  “We haven’t decided if we want to make this official and claim her. We agreed on slow. Let’s see how we feel by Wednesday,” Falzone said to them.

  “Wednesday? What’s Wednesday?” Vella asked.

  “It’s when we’ll see her again. She’s coming over for dinner,” Falzone said to them.

  “You invited her over and she said yes?” Biani asked.

  “Yes, along with taking time and seeing where things lead. Hopefully by then, she’ll feel as desperate to see us and be with us as I’m sure we will be to see her. Let’s leave it at that,” he said.