CHAPTER 10
I’m sitting in the dark living room of Fleur’s house and taking in the space around us. I have no doubt she could be in a bigger house, but, somehow, the cozy space suits her. I’m sure it has something to do with it only being her. While Fleur can shop up a storm, just like Viola can, and it’s clear a lot of the stuff in her house is high end, I’ve never considered her a materialistic person.
That more than works for me considering the number of women I’ve known who were only interested in me because of the power or money being with me would bring them. It didn’t matter how clear I was about my time with them being nothing more than a way to blow off steam. They almost always thought they were going to be the woman to change my mind and make me commit.
It was never going to happen.
I want to go up and lay down with Fleur like my brothers are doing, but I’m wired. Probably because even though I threw out the flowers, it’s like I can still see them in the kitchen from where I’m sitting. Phantom flowers—now I’m really losing it.
I hate that our woman was so freaked out by them. The note is burning a hole in my pocket. It’s creepy, but not outright threatening. Sometimes those are the worst kind of messages to send because they wreak havoc on the psyche.
When I hear footsteps, I look over to find a sleep rumpled Fleur wearing a silk nightgown. She looks fucking stunning. It makes my heart start to pound in my chest, especially because it seems like she doesn’t see me.
I’m not surprised, I am sitting in the dark after all.
When she steps into the kitchen, she’s in profile and I see the frown on her face as she looks to where the flowers were sitting before I got them the fuck out of the house. The relieved breath she blows out tells me I made the right call.
I stand up slowly, unsure how to approach her without startling her. I think scaring her is pretty much inevitable at this point. Since I know the moment will be broken, I take a moment to study our woman.
I’ve noticed her for years, but now that I’m able to embrace it, it’s like I’m seeing so much more of her. I know there are things about herself she’s kept hidden from us. A thrill goes down my spine at the thought of discovering all those things.
Her black hair is up in a messy bun on top of her head, and it looks adorable on her. I’m used to seeing Fleur put together and seeing her more relaxed is kind of a revelation. One I could get used to.
The curve of her neck is delicate and inviting. Looking at it makes me want to sink my teeth into her skin. It also reminds me of how it felt to have her mouth wrapped around me and how she swallowed down my cum.
My cock thickens in my pants, and I reach down to adjust myself.
Her skin is fucking flawless and now I know how soft it is. I want to touch her again, but I fist my hands at my sides to stop myself. I want to soak up this moment for just a little longer and the feel of it because I’ve never met a woman who has made me feel anything while she makes me feel everything.
My eyes roam down her long legs, snagging on the curve of her hips as they do, and take in how her toenails are painted a burnt orange and I smile. So many women go with red in the attempt to be seductive, but Fleur only tries to be who she is. It’s so much sexier than someone who tries too hard. My woman is effortless.
I clear my throat and Fleur spins around. I can almost see the scream working its way up her throat, but she clamps her lips shut when recognition flashes in her eyes. She presses her hand to her heaving chest.
“Fuck,” she bites out and I can’t help but smile.
I hold my hands up in front of me. “I’m sorry. I knew there wasn’t a way for me to let you know I was here without scaring you.”
She nods once, her eyes turning wary as she looks me over. “I didn’t know you were here.” She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. “Of course, I was surprised to find Leo wrapped around me like an octopus when I woke up as well. I should have known you’d be around here.”
“Guilty as charged.” I grin at her and my heart thumps in my chest when she smiles back.
Her head tilts to the side, curiosity filling her expression and her tone, “What are you doing here anyway?” She clarifies, “All of you.”
I shrug and lean against the counter in the kitchen and watch as she mirrors me against the small island. “Rocco told us we needed to come over and here we are.”
“And here you are,” she echoes softly. Her eyebrows pull together, and she bites her bottom lip. I close the distance between us and gently pull it out from between her teeth. “He told you that you needed to come over because of the flowers?”
“That’s not the only reason, Tesoro.” She smiles slightly at the endearment. “Rocco informed us how stupid it was to think you needed a little space after the night we spent together.” She shifts on her feet, the action telegraphing her discomfort, and I try to lighten the mood. “I have to say I’ve never been jealous of my little brother until he opened the door without a shirt and without his jeans even buttoned up.”
She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. “He didn’t.”
I wiggle my eyebrows at our woman and assure her, “He did.”
The way she groans as her head rests back on her shoulders has me laughing and wrapping my arms around her. I pull her flush against my chest and stare down into her blue eyes. I can see there is still some fear there and I hate it. I want to chase it away.
“I’m not jealous right now,” I whisper as my hand slides up her back before my fingers dig into the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Good,” she murmurs, her voice breathy and dreamy. I don’t know what she sees when she studies my face, but she straightens up and tries to step out of my hold. I don’t let her go and, instead, tighten my grip on her. “You should probably let go of me,” she says, but the way she says it tells me it’s the last thing she wants.
“I’m not letting go of you, Fleur.” She gasps because she can hear the weight in my words and what I’m not saying. I press my lips to hers, needing the softness, needing her to feel what I already know and believe it. The kiss is soft and sweet, which is not how I normally kiss, but for her I find the past doesn’t matter because she is the only thing that matters. I whisper against her lips, “Never letting you go again.”
“Gio,” she moans as I devour her mouth again.
The kiss sure as fuck isn’t sweet this time. I can’t help it, she does something to me. She makes me hungry and needy at the same fucking time. I want to soak up the simple moments with her, but I also want to be buried balls deep inside of her.
My hands slide down to her hips, and I pick her up and put her on the island. It puts her at the perfect height to wrap her legs around my waist. She grinds against me as my cock leaks inside my pants and begs to be set free.
“Did you let Rocco fill you with his cum earlier, Tesoro?”
Fleur wiggles her hips and groans, “Fuck.”
I kiss, lick, and nip down the slender column of her neck. Having my lips on her, hearing her little whimpers and pleas, is a fantasy come to life. My fingers tighten on her hips to hold her in place as I rock my cock against her pussy, knowing she’s going to be soaked.
“Answer the question,” I demand.
“Yes,” she gasps and tries to wiggle out of my grip.
“He filled you with his cum at Club Sin too. No condom,” I remind her before biting down on her collarbone and then licking away the sting.
“Implant,” she gasps when I pull the thin straps of her nightgown down and expose her perfect tits to me.
I pull back from her quickly and look down at her with narrowed eyes. I bark, “What?”
Fleur’s eyebrows pull together, and she licks her lips which is distracting as fuck. Her statement comes out like more of a question, “I said I have the implant?” When I narrow my eyes at her, she runs her finger over where the implant must be.
“I could probably cut that out myself,” I mutter.
She jolts and gasps, “What?”
“You heard me,” I state as I look at her. The slight panic in her eyes has me softening and kissing her again. “We’ll talk about this later but know I’m not the only one who wants to put a baby in you.” She blinks at me, and I shake my head. “Never considered having any babies, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
“I don’t,” she starts to sputter and presses her lips together. “I, I mean, what? I’m not sure,” she babbles the words and it’s cute as hell.
I cut her off by kissing her again and lifting her off the counter just enough to pull the nightgown she’s wearing out from underneath her perfect ass before ripping it up and off her body. When I look down, I find out she didn’t put panties on, and I groan.
“I’ll be honest, I want to drop to my knees an eat you until you don’t know your own name, but my cock is begging to be buried inside of you,” I grind out the words and Fleur giggles.
I reach for my pants and make quick work of freeing my throbbing erection. She gasps and I can’t help but grin. When she runs one of her fingertips over the head and down the side of my shaft, I shudder at the contact.
“I was in such a haze the other night, I didn’t get to fully appreciate you,” she murmurs softly and I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or my cock. I’m good either way, honestly.
I step forward, forcing her legs to spread and make room for me. As I rub the head of my dick up and down her wet slit, I wait until Fleur looks up and meets my gaze again. The moment she does, I slam deep inside of her in one stroke.
She arches her back and her fingernails dig into my shoulders, the bite of it turning me on even with my shirt on. Her fingers fumble a little as she unbuttons my shirt and pushes it back over my shoulders. I was just getting home when Rocco texted us and I hadn’t been able to change into something more comfortable.
I wasn’t going to take the time then and I don’t regret it. I’ll always come running when our woman needs me. Fucking always.
With the shirt gone, Fleur grips my shoulders and I moan as her nails dig in again. I start to pull out and then fill her with my cock, my movements slow and controlled. At first.
As her pussy starts to ripple around me, my control snaps and I’m fucking her hard and fast before I even realize it. Every time I surge forward, I pull her to me, making me hit the end of her channel with more force.
“Tesoro,” my voice sounds strained, “your pussy is fucking perfection.” Her blue eyes, filled with lust, look up at me. “Hot. Tight. Fucking wet.”
The sound of just how wet she is and our skin slapping together rises as I move faster. She tries to meet my movements, but I hold her in place and don’t allow it. If she were moving with me, this would be ending far too quickly.
I don’t want that.
I want it to last forever.
The way my spine tingles and my balls draw up tells me how close I am. I kiss her hard. It’s wet and hot, full of teeth and primal grunts.
I might not be able to make this last forever, but I know I’ll be able to bury myself inside her whenever I want. Because I’m never letting her go.
“You’re ours,” I growl, and she nods before she buries her face in the crook of my neck and uses me to muffle the sound of her scream.
Feeling her come, her pussy squeezing me and begging me for my cum, is too much for me to take. I fall over the edge with her, my vision going hazy for a moment with how good it feels and how hard I come. Air is sawing in and out of my lungs as I begin to float back down, only partially satisfied.
I kiss the side of her head and whisper, “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Fleur.”
She shudders and tightens her arms around me. “The feeling is completely mutual,” she whispers, her breath tickling over my skin.
We stand there, our breathing coming back to normal and our hearts beating in synch. When I finally pull out of her and step back, we both make noises of distress at the loss of contact. I kiss her forehead, something I have never done to a woman I’ve just fucked.
I scoop her up in my arms, my voice soft, “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and get in bed. Even if they’re still asleep, I’m sure my brothers are looking for you.”
She looks up at me with an emotion in her eyes I can’t identify. I know it makes my chest feel tight and warm at the same time. Her lips quirk up into a smile, and I peck her lips, wanting to capture that smile for myself.
It’s only once she’s back in bed and my brothers reach for her while I find room for myself with my head on her belly do I realize the look I saw in her eyes was love. I’ve never been in love before. I never wanted that kind of closeness.
I always ran away from women when they started to think whatever was between us was going toward love as fear filled me. I’m not afraid of Fleur loving me. I’m looking forward to it.
I’m looking forward to telling her I feel the same fucking way.
That’s the last thought I have before my eyes close, and I drift off to sleep knowing our woman is safe between us and we’ll stand in the way of anyone who wants to do her harm or think they can take her from us.