13. Izzy
Chapter 13
Izzy
I was hot, too hot .
“They wouldn’t even let me claim a spot next to you after ten years apart.” Emilio’s voice cut through the darkness, but it took me a few more moments to gain my bearings.
Arms were wrapped around me on both sides, and I was in an unfamiliar space.
Before I could put much more thought into it, I felt the bed shift and then Emilio was maneuvering me up and off of it.
“You’re going to hurt your back,” I whispered hoarsely into the darkness.
“Shush with that.”
Fully extricated from the bed, Emilio took my hand and hauled me through the darkness until he opened a door.
Instead of back into the main part of the house, it was to an outside opulent patio. The muggy air hit me, a slap to the face.
“I don’t miss this Florida weather,” I commented looking around.
The sun was rising and I guessed I had managed at least a few hours of sleep. This mansion was on the outskirts of town and all I could see in every direction was woods.
Emilio moved in my periphery and I took him in. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and his barrel chest was on display, ripples of muscles, broad shoulders, thick bulky arms .
He wasn’t the same teenager I had been with so many years ago.
He was sexier, cockier, bigger .
But underneath that, he was still the soft sweet man I had fallen in love with. He was just in a harder package. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it all yet.
“Come here.” Emilio sat down in an oversized chaise chair and patted his lap.
I hesitated, but only for a moment before taking a single step towards him. It was all he needed.
In a swift motion, he reached forward and tugged me onto his lap so I was forced to straddle him. His strong hands burrowing into my hip bones, igniting a flame in my belly and keeping me steady. My knees dug into the scratchy rattan of the chair below as I settled onto him.
“This is crazy, isn’t it? And your sister…” I examined him, my eyes taking in his face. It had hardened; all of his soft boyish features were now worn with age and it made him even that much more handsome. “You never told me what happened to her.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, in an impressive move, he bucked me up and shifted me so I was now lined up with his cock. I was bare underneath the Mumu I wore and I could feel his length straining against his boxers.
His lips pushed against mine.
They were fierce, unyielding, treacherous .
Addictive.
I had wrapped myself so far into a world of dangerous men that I wasn’t sure what was up or down. I knew that everything I was doing was wrong. That this wasn’t what others would accept in “polite” company.
But who fucking cared? I couldn’t go back to my vanilla life. To the monotonous day-to-day. Not after all of this.
Consequences be damned .
It was time for me to live, to stop shaking in fear, always moving so safely.
Tedium had gotten me nowhere.
But here in this house with these three men?
I felt alive . As if I was not just going through the motions, but as if I was truly doing what I wanted to for the first time, ever .
I wasn’t exactly sure how it would work. This had all been so fast, so incredibly jarring, but I was going to live in the here and now. Embrace every moment that I could.
I pressed against Emilio, further into the kiss. His tongue darted out as he claimed me, stamping himself into my skin.
One of his impressive hands found the nape of my neck, squeezing on just the edge of pain while the other made its way to my ass, underneath my Mumu. His hot hand against my bare skin, the rough pads of his fingers digging in, gripping me and tugging me even closer to him and further against his hardened cock.
I let out a moan, willing for the piece of cloth to disappear. Willing him to sink into me. I wanted to feel him again. Was our electric night just a one-off because the experience was new and exciting? Or was the way he had made me feel real?
Had I really stayed in love with him for the past 10 years?
After a few moments his hold on the back of my neck detached my lips from his, and I grumbled in protest.
“Listen Isa, I am going to fuck you. But first I need you to hear this.”
Self-consciousness took this moment to scrape its ugly teeth into me, and instead, I shifted my focus to a spot over his shoulder.
The trees in the forest were swaying in the wind as the sun’s rays slowly climbed to touch just the edges of their leaves. It made me acutely aware of how hot I must be, how it must be too much, and I moved as if to stand .
Emilio let loose a growl, a noise pulled from the depths of his body as he held on tight, not letting me budge a muscle away; it shook my attention to him. The vibrations from it went directly to my core and I unconsciously grinded my hips against his length that still pushed at me through a thin layer of cloth.
His caramel eyes were critical, striking. Analyzing me as if he could see my inner insecurities, my wants and needs. And maybe he could. He certainly had in the past.
He rolled up to meet me, his cock rubbing against me and I let out a soft moan. He was distracting me from the negativities that wormed their way into my mind.
“My sweet, Bella Isa. You always thought you didn’t deserve the world, always felt the weight of other’s attention and shortcomings. But not anymore.” His sharp jaw ticked in anger. “We were apart for too long, and I was forced to watch as the men you allowed into your life hurt you. I may be the villain in some stories, but in yours? I will be your hero. I will be someone you can rely on. It’s the world that isn’t enough for you. And I pledge to spend everyday fixing your world until it fits you exactly as you are. I love you Isa. Every single piece and part. Never fucking change, not for me or anyone else.”
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Of how all of this was happening too fast, but then the realization that maybe this was exactly where I belonged. But how would this work, how could I possibly be with three men?
In spite of it all, there was one thing for certain, time may have left its ugly mark on my heart, but even so, Emilio still took up space inside of it.
I cared about him, wanted him, loved him .
I always had.
Emilio shifted underneath me and it took only a moment to realize why .
I hadn’t noticed how wet our interaction had made me, how needy I was for Emilio.
Not until his now free cock slid up and into me in one plunge, fully distracting me from my thoughts.
“Fuck!” The word was a garbled mess.
“That’s right, take it, take all of it.” He bit his bottom lip as he used his firm hold on my neck to physically bounce me on his cock. Electricity streamed across my nerves as desire furled deep in my belly.
My hands moved on their own to hold onto his bulky shoulders enjoying the feel of his rough skin there as he pumped hard and fast into me from below. His eyes never left mine. The adoration is clear in their depth. It was edging just on the side of too much.
But Emilio’s intensity was another aspect of the man I hadn’t realized how much I missed. Another reason I should have known the man that Yara sent was him. He wrapped me up in every single moment, leaving me a needy and discombobulated mess in the best possible way.
I was a thousand tangled threads, and he was able to find exactly which ones needed to be tugged on.
“I”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“love”—thrust—“you!” Emilio growled the words out, not pausing his relentless assault. His hand on my ass squeezed tighter, just on the edge of pain. He readjusted his grip on my neck to the front and applied just a bit more pressure before his thumb came up to push between my lips.
Behind me was the unmistakable noise of a door opening and closing.
Emilio slowed his pace but didn’t stop.
“Just like that, let me watch as you fuck her. I want to see her stretched out.” Maddox’s gruff voice was still coated in sleep.
Embarrassment and shame filtered through the desire.
“He likes it, Isa, just enjoy the fucking ride. Big man, show me what you can do while I fuck her.”
“Turn her around.” Maddox’s voice was closer now.
Before I could truly understand what he said, Emilio was moving his hands to my hips, withdrawing from me and lifting me up simultaneously.
I glared at him. “What the—”
My words were cut off as he turned me on his lap, my knee awkwardly moving across him until I was now facing Maddox and he used his grip on my hips to impale me in one thrust.
“Just like that.” Maddox ate up the remaining space between us before ripping off my Mumu. “Fucking beautiful.” He fell to his knees at my feet, taking me in. We were, for once, at eye level.
I didn’t even need to push down the stupid self-consciousness that I expected to wash through me. Instead, I simply enjoyed the weight of his attention on my entirely naked body in the light. By now I should know these men accepted me. Wanted me, every single piece and part, but it was still new. My brain wasn’t quite on the same page as my heart, but it was almost there.
“Ellie.” Maddox’s rough hand found my skin, cupping my breast. His other moved to his mouth, wetting two fingers before moving it to my clit. “Perfection.”
Maddox rubbed the sensitive spot as Emilio continued to pound into me from below.
Emilio used my hips as handles, his strong fingers digging in with bruising force.
“She is.” Emilio’s voice was a rough baritone in my ear as he continued to drive into me .
The desire that had started as an electric pleasure was building, the two of them working me like an instrument. Each man with his own part. Together they were shoving me to the peak, faster and faster.
Maddox pinched my nipple, hard, garnering my attention. I opened my eyes that had fallen shut in bliss and looked deep into his. They were swirling with thousands of promises, of a hundred unspoken words, of a future together just like this.
“Now!” Emilio growled the word out as his pumps became erratic.
Maddox focused his attention to my clit, rubbing heady, delicious wet circles on it.
Emilio’s hands lifted me and impaled me.
Once .
Fuck.
Twice .
Fuck! Fuck!
And third times the—
Fuck! Fuck! “Fuck!” I screamed the word as I came.
Maddox pressed his firm unyielding lips to mine capturing the sound.
Emilio shifted behind me, moving my hair before peppering my neck with kisses. “Such a good girl.”
“Mmmm,” I moaned into Maddox’s mouth before he pulled away.
Maddox’s hand came up to cup my face. “I love you, Ellie.” The words came out a fervent whisper, and I wasn’t sure if Maddox even meant to say them.
Before I could digest my feelings and what had just occurred, a throat clearing pulled my attention.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Boss man is mad,” I squeaked out, causing Maddox to chuckle.