11. Amorette
AMORETTE
I was roasting. But comfortable. Comfortably roasting.
A hand smoothed down to my ass and squeezed, making my eyes pop open. It was dark, darker than when I’d fallen asleep, since the tv was turned off now. Yet it didn’t feel like night. It felt like I’d slept hard for over twenty-four hours.
Lafe was still under me, and his arms cocooned me in solid warmth. If I wasn’t sweating to death, I’d stay longer. Then he shifted, flexing his hips and rubbing his erection against my stomach. Tingles started at my core and shot out to my fingers and toes.
What was I doing?
If I was with anyone, it was Grey, but would it be called that? Nothing about these men was conventional, and I doubted they wanted to be in a relationship any more than I did.
But I did care about him. He’d tried in his own way to help me adjust. It was fucked up, but he’d still tried. And what had I done? Slept with his brother.
And not the one currently poking me in the stomach. I pressed my forehead against his chest and relaxed into him. My hands were tucked underneath his shoulders, and his legs were spread enough for mine to fit between. We were a tangled-up jigsaw puzzle that fit perfectly.
Laying here with him like this, I could pretend he was an ordinary man, and I was back home. We were cuddling on a rainy Sunday, just enjoying each other's company. He was so sweet.
Then I doused ice water on my own daydream.
He wasn’t a good man, and I was no longer the same woman.
If he were the same man, I wouldn’t have the feelings for him that I do.
I wasn’t sure what I felt for the brothers beyond lust and some level of caring.
But I did know I liked them. They were becoming real people to me with motivations, doubts, fears, and dreams—more than the bad people I had initially wanted them to be.
I slid one hand out without any issue, but when I pulled out the other one and braced to push up, he moaned and held me tighter. “Don’t go…Am…stay with me…” he mumbled.
My heartbeat sped up. He said Am. He was dreaming about me.
“Shh…I have to get up. You can keep sleeping,” I whispered, feeling like an idiot talking to him like this. I wasn’t sure if he was awake, yet I didn’t want him to think I was leaving him if he was.
He grumbled and shifted, grinding his erection into me as he groped my ass.
The pressure of his fingers almost had my eyes rolling back in my head, but I pushed the feeling down and lifted up.
This time, he loosened his hold. I thought I could get up, only he caught the back of my head and guided me down to him.
He brushed his lips over mine, and I froze. The first kiss, I was half out of, processing what I’d done to save him. This time, I had no such distractions and couldn’t forget how his soft lips floated over mine.
Or that this was the third brother I’d let touch me.
Lafe let me go completely, and I slid off as carefully as I could, then rearranged the blanket over him.
Now that I’d had my eyes open for a few minutes, I could make out a few shapes from the few lights from the system set-up.
His breathing deepened, and he turned his head toward the back of the couch, fast asleep.
I snuck out as quietly as possible and paused in the hallway. The bright light confirmed my suspicions. It wasn’t morning anymore. I’d be lucky if it was lunchtime.
Where was I supposed to go? I didn’t have any rooms of my own. Most of my stuff was at Grey’s, though. I should ask for a space of my own, but I had a feeling that the brothers wouldn’t grant it. There wasn’t an extra apartment in this wing, and they detested me being up in the birdcages.
Footsteps sounded at the entrance to the hall, and I turned around to see who was coming toward me. Grey. Perfect timing, even though I had to press a hand to my heart to slow it down.
After yesterday, I was jumpy. I knew why; it was a lot to happen in a short period. It was also traumatic. But it didn’t mean that the knowledge prevented it from happening.
As he got closer, the sour look on his face became more prominent. Something was bothering him, and I had a feeling it was me.
I gulped, then wanted to kick myself. Grey had never hurt me. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t. Yet his aggressive way of barreling down on me made me feel like prey. His prey.
“Wha—” I didn’t get one whole word out before he bent, caught me at the waist, and picked me up over his shoulder.
“What the fuck, Grey! I need to go to your place anyway!” I kicked my legs, but he clamped down his hold on the back of my thighs. The only option available to me was to beat against his back. He grunted but didn’t answer me or put me down.
Once we were inside, he locked us in, then strode to his bedroom, locking that door too.
He threw me down on the bed and started stripping. Once he reached his jeans, he opened them enough to get his cock out, and that was it. “I’m so fucking mad at you, mamí . So fucking mad, and you’re going to make it all better before I can have a conversation with you.”
Reaching forward, he pulled me off of the bed, and I landed hard on my knees. I grabbed his thighs to brace myself. He must have thought I was going to push him away, and he gripped my head in a firm hold.
He growled under his breath, and I felt myself get wet.
I was already turned on from waking up on Lafe, and now he was adding to it with his thick, veined cock bobbing in my face.
He let go of my head with one hand and grabbed the base, holding it still for me, then he used his other hand to guide my head forward.
“Open those pretty lips, Wicked Love.”
I did, because I was a slut for these men, and they did something to my body and mind that I couldn’t even comprehend.
The soft head passed my lips and I swirled my tongue around it.
He groaned and dropped his head back, the strong column of his throat working as he swallowed.
But he looked back down within a few seconds.
“I don’t want to miss any of this,” he mumbled as he grabbed each side of my head and started to plunge in and out. He went so far back that I gagged and grasped his legs to push him away, but he was too powerful.
He panted as sweat started to dot his chest and blood rushed to his face.
It was so hot I burned up from the inside watching his reactions, but at the same time, I couldn’t breathe.
I struggled, which only made him fuck my face harder.
His brows furrowed and his gaze was glued to where he entered my mouth.
I wanted him, but I couldn’t fucking breathe!
Then he was jerking and grunting with his top lip curled up to reveal his teeth. His expression was savage. It was the same face that I’d become addicted to. As I devoured his brutal expressions, he emptied himself in the back of my throat and I had to swallow or I would honestly choke.
Slowly, he drew away and thumbed a bit of his cum from the corner of my mouth. “Such a good girl. Even when you don’t want to be, you’re so fucking good it hurts.”
I wanted to bask in his praise and enjoy the glow of his approval, but the longer he wasn’t in my mouth, the more furious I grew. I climbed to my feet and shoved at his chest. I wouldn’t admit that it turned me on; every way he took my body took me to another level I’d never experienced.
No, I wanted him to feel the sharp edge of my anger.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” I shoved him again. This time, he stumbled back a half step before catching himself.
The satisfied look on his face fled in the face of his own rising ire, and he snarled in my face.
“Me? What the fuck is wrong with me? You have a death wish. You and Lafe, both. Instead of thinking about anything other than yourself and what you want, you put us all in a fucking chokehold, trying to find a way to get you out. I swear to fucking Christ, you’re so much like Lafe and Parker.
It’s no wonder you fit right in with us!
” He caught the back of my neck and yanked me to him for a hard, deep kiss.
I bit his tongue and tasted blood as he yanked back. He grinned as blood smeared his teeth, and then he pushed me on the bed, following after me.
“I wanted to be sweet to you, but I needed you to take the edge off before I could do that. Is that what you need, mamí ? You need me to take the edge off?”
I grunted as I tried to buck him off, but he was too strong.
He was a fucking asshole. How did he always know which buttons to push until I wanted to hurt him?
Right then, I had a fierce sense of satisfaction that I’d made him bleed and got him off.
It was sick. I was sick, but I couldn’t stop the urge to throw him off of me.
And the more he held me down, the wetter I got.
Keeping his forearm across my chest to pin me to the bed, he snaked his other hand down my shorts and ran his fingers over my pussy lips.
“So wet, mamí . You’re so fucking wet, I want to lap you right up.
But I can’t, because you’re a little demon and you’d kick me in the face if I even tried.
” He groaned, but he didn’t sound upset.
Grey sounded like this was the best time he’d ever had.
Scooping up some of my wetness, he circled it around my clit.
There was no gentleness in his touch. He didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t kind.
Tight, fast circles ignited that familiar burn and it wasn’t long until I was pushing my feet along the bed, because I couldn’t stop.
The pleasure he was building inside me was too much.
And at some point, I stopped trying to fight him and started pressing into him.
I wanted his fingers inside me; I wanted him harder.
I wanted him to destroy me in a way that I stopped thinking about how sick I had become under their care.
I gasped and dug my fingernails into his forearm as I lost myself. He slammed his mouth over mine, drinking in any noise I would have made, and I tasted his blood on my tongue again. It was dirty and wrong, and I loved it.
Before I was able to come down, he ripped my shorts and panties down my legs and thrust into me. I moaned at the sudden invasion that was just so right. I’d never stop marveling at the way he made me feel. The way these brothers all made me feel.
With them, I was ten feet tall, fierce, brave, and deadly. Powerful in a way I’d never been before.
My body jolted as he tore away my sleep shirt and then he fell down on top of me, caging me in with his hot body. His forearm was back on my chest as he hovered over me, his dark green gaze soaking me up.
“You’re mine, Amorette. That’s what I wanted to tell you. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go,” he rumbled, while pushing down with his forearm to make a point. Then he slid both his arms behind my legs and folded me up like a pretzel—the stretch hurt and not the good sexual kind.
He noticed the wince and pushed up just a little, enough to give me some relief. Only I didn’t want him to. Because if I’m not thinking about the pain, I have to think about what he said, and his confession sounded very close to a declaration.
Grey wasn’t the relationship type. None of the brothers were. I could drive myself crazy thinking about what this meant to him. Or what it meant that I had already slept with one of his brothers. This was too much. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe and he was staring at me like I was his sun.
His sun who also fucked his brother.
“Grey,” I winced.
Determination stole over his face as he let my legs go completely to mold his body to mine. “Fuck, this doesn’t work either.”
It didn’t. I was so much smaller than him; I was eye-level to collarbone.
He bowed his back and got up on his forearm as he pulled his hips back, then thrust in.
A mew escaped, and I pressed my palms on the bed.
When he declared…whatever it was, it felt wrong to run my hands over his body like I owned it.
Not when he could want something that I’d already betrayed. Shit, this feeling didn’t sit well with me, but that didn’t stop his long, hard strokes from hitting just the right spot.
“You can fight it. You can hate it, but you’re mine. And if you’re a good girl, you can also be my brothers’.” He looked at me meaningfully, like he realized why I wasn’t giving myself completely over to him.
“You’re so strange,” I gasped as he plunged in even faster. “Why do you want me with your brothers? Why do you still want me if I’m with your brothers?” Giving in, I circled my arms around his back.
One side of his mouth kicked up in a smirk. “Because we’re attached.”
That was the last of the talking as he wrung two more orgasms from me before he finished himself.