Dawn, Dakota - Blessed Times Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

The pressure spiraled higher. With a loud cry, she bucked her hips.

Troy chuckled and applied more pressure to her thighs. “Hold still, my little angel.” Moving to her little pink opening, he thrust his tongue inside. In and out. In and out. “She tastes so good. You want a taste, Trey?”

“Damn straight.”

Kissing her nipple one last time, Trey moved between her silky thighs. Spreading them wider, he ran his tongue all around her sweet love canal then plunged in.

She cried out and thrashed on the table.

They held her down and continued to bring her to new heights. Troy covered her lips, drinking in all her mewling sounds. Dazed with arousal, she felt something strange. Was the table moving? No, it was her. Her body wouldn’t stop quaking. The ecstasy was too great.

“Take her now, Trey. Her body’s convulsing with need.”

His whispered words joined her on her journey to paradise. She felt the blunt head of Trey’s cock pushing its way into her body, stretching it, filling it. Lights danced in front of her eyes. His thick cock imbedded itself deeply into her over and over, caressing her inner walls. The pressure built and built. Her hips couldn’t stay still. Bucking under Trey, she screamed when he rammed into her then stiffened, releasing his seed as well as a low guttural cry.

Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked her body.

As she came down, she realized Troy had replaced Trey between her thighs, and he was bringing her back up with him. Each caressing plunge of his dick into her body stoked the fire a little more.

“That’s it, baby. Let loose. Feel my hardness stroking your softness. It feels
so
good. Suck her harder, Trey. Harder.”

As Trey drew harder on her tender nipples, his ministrations caused a fiery trail to burn a path to her pussy. Need licked through her veins. She had to have more. “Faster, Troy. Faster. Ooooh.”

Doing as she demanded, Troy drove his cock into her at a fervid pace.

Within seconds they both felt a rush of heat then an explosion of immeasurable, body-rocking bliss. She screamed. He emitted a growling howl.

Breathing roughly, Troy relaxed his body down onto hers. Not able to move, they both lay there united, glorying in the last pulses of their orgasm.

Lifting his head, Troy looked over at Trey. “God, I love a screamer.”

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Trey agreed. “I’ll second that. And what a beautiful screamer we have.”

What could she say to that? Nothing. So she just lay there and smiled, liking it that they loved the way she naturally responded to them. They were pros at bringing out her wild side, which made her love them even more. Love them! Troy nuzzled her neck. Yes, love them. Somehow they had totally broken down all her defenses and stolen her heart completely. She loved them. Both of them.

A phone rang, startling them all.

Trey found and retrieved it from his pants pocket. As he answered it, he slid back into his jeans.

Troy groaned and moved off Branda. Helping her up, he took her to the bathroom and cleaned her up with a warm washcloth. When he was finished, he placed a light kiss on her clit then stood and took her into his arms. Holding her tightly to him, he stated huskily, “I love you, Branda.”

Her voice quivered with emotion. “Oh god, I love you, too. But, I love Trey, too. This is so messed up. What are we going to do?”

“We are going to do the only thing we can. We are going to live happily ever after.” His tone was full of confidence.

“You make it sound so easy, but I don’t think it will be easy at all. What are our parents and friends going to think? What are your parents going to say? Are they going to think I’m some kind of slut?” Branda took three deep breaths, then added, “They are going to think I’m a kinky slut. I can’t meet them.”

“Take it easy, baby. They are going to love you as much as we love you,” Troy soothed.

Trey stepped into the bathroom. “What’s wrong? Why does she look like she’s about to run naked from the house?”

She gave a pitiful laugh. “Be serious. I don’t think I can meet your parents. They are going to hate me. I’m fat, and they are going to think I’m a slut for having sex with both of you—at the same time. I can’t meet them. Tell them I’m sick, okay? They’ll never know I’m not. I promise to stay next door. I won’t go outside for any reason until they are gone.”

Trey held up a hand to halt her rambling. “You
will
be here, and you
will
meet our family.”

Pursing her lips, she mumbled, “You don’t have to act like Troy. You’re supposed to be the nice one.”

That brought an outright laugh from Trey. “I am the nice one,
tesoro mio. Ti amo
. But I can’t let you have your way this time. Our family has to meet you. Some of them have come a long way to meet you. You wouldn’t let them down, would you?”

“I guess not, but if they don’t like me, I’m leaving.” After a short pause, she asked, “What does
tesoro mio
and
ti amo
mean?”

Trey smiled so big both his dimples made an appearance in his cheeks. “
Tesoro
means treasure or darling.
Mio
means my. I’m calling you my treasure when I call you
tesoro mio
.
Ti amo
means I love you.”

Heart bursting with love, she looked up at him. “I love you calling me your treasure.
Ti amo
is nice, too. I love you, Trey.”

“I love you, too. And I’m glad you like me calling you my treasure. Now get ready,
tesoro mio
. And stop worrying about our family loving you. How could they not love you? Especially if you make them cookies. Our family loves good food.” Turning to Troy, he said, “I’m going to check on that shipment then I’ll come right back.”

Branda watched as Trey turned to her then leaned down to lightly kiss her. Cupping her head with his hand, he deepened the kiss for a moment then stepped back and stared at her with a passion that made her shiver. Love pierced her heart and made her long to call him back as she watched him turn and walk away.

Chapter Ten

The doorbell chimed right after Branda took her last sip of wine. Troy had been right. The wine had calmed her nerves. That chime indicated more of the guests’ arrival. It was tradition for all the family to show up within minutes of each other then all meet the new addition to the family all at once. Another tradition was for all of the family to stay in one house for at least a week when a new member was being added. This helped the family to bond with the new member and the old members to reconnect with each other.

Smoothing trembling hands over her blouse and skirt, she looked down at herself. The twins had taken her shopping a few days ago and picked out her outfit. The skirt was black, thank goodness, and a little tighter than she liked, but the material was stretchy so it didn’t feel as tight as it looked. It stopped at her knees and had a cute three-inch ruffle at the bottom. Very tasteful.

The blouse was another matter altogether. It was so sheer you could see her thin, lacy bra underneath. The print on it thankfully helped to hide her bra, but if you looked close enough, you could make it out with no real problem. The lacy bra was extremely pretty, but way to thin for her D-cup boobs. If anyone said anything, the twins were going to get an earful.

Trey took her hands in his then let his eyes travel down the length of her. Bringing his eyes back to hers, he murmured huskily, “You are breathtakingly beautiful,
tesoro mio
. It’s time to introduce you to the family.”

Taking her hand, he guided her to the living room.

A knot formed in her belly. Breathing deeply, she plastered on a smile and hoped she didn’t look as nervous as she felt.

Perusing the room, she saw a lot of unfamiliar smiling faces. Then her gaze landed on a face she recognized—Gaven. Tall, tanned, light brown-eyed, curly blond-haired Gaven. He raised his glass to her. She smiled back. All the sudden, she didn’t feel totally alone.

Trey walked her over to Troy, who stood in the middle of the living room. Troy took her other hand. She stood between the two men, each holding a hand. Everyone was watching them in silence. Sweat dripped down her back.

Troy raised her wrist to his lips.

No! Surely he wasn’t going to…

He did.

His tongue lapped at her wrist. Shudders raced through her body, and her nipples hardened and looked like bullets coming through her thin bra and blouse. She tried to cover her breasts up, but Troy and Trey held tight to her hands.

Troy bent and whispered, “It won’t be long now, babe. I promise you can hit me later tonight.”

To her horror, Trey raised the wrist he’d been holding and did the same thing.

Once again, shudders convulsed her body, and her nipples extended even farther out.

Cheers rang through the room, and someone passed out glasses of pink champagne to all of them.

Trey whispered, “Our papa is going to welcome you to the family.”

Their papa looked like an older version of the twins. His hair was still dark with only a small amount of gray, and his green eyes were bright and sharp. He was a touch shorter than them, possibly six feet tall to the twins’ six-foot-two-inch frames.

“This is a very happy day for the Cortino family. As you have all seen, my sons have found their
vero amore
.” He moved over to Branda, and he brought her right hand to his lips and grazed it with a soft kiss. He looked into her eyes. “We are happy to have you in our family.” Shifting his gaze, he made eye contact with all three of them in succession. “May you three live long, be healthy, have many babies, and prosper greatly.”

Turning back to the family members, he raised his glass. “Let it be known Branda McFalls is now a part of the Cortino family.” Everyone raised their glasses to the three lovers then drained their champagne.

Trey laughed when Branda tried to take only a sip. “You must drink it all, quickly now,
tesoro mio
.”

Determined, she gulped it down.

Trey swept her up in his arms and hugged her tightly. “You did a great job,
piccolo tesoro mio
.”

As soon as her feet touched the floor, Troy took her in his arms and hugged her just as tightly. “It’s almost over,
mio piccolo innamorato
. My little sweetheart. All you have to do now is meet each one personally. I’ll be holding your hand the whole time. No worries.”

Putting her down, he introduced her to his grandparents. “Branda, I’d like you to meet my
Nonno
and
Nonna
. They have a home in Italy and one here in the U.S. so we get to see them often.”

Nonno
took her hand and kissed it. “Welcome to the family,
bella
.” Looking at the twins he added, “
E molto carina
.”

Showing both dimples, Troy answered, “
Si, Nonno. E molto carina
.”

Before she could ask, Trey leaned down and whispered, “
Nonno
just said you are very pretty and Troy agreed.”

“Oh. That was sweet. I am going to have to learn Italian. Will you teach me?”

“Of course,
tesoro mio
. Troy and I will both teach you,” Trey answered in a pleased tone.

Both his grandparents hugged and kissed her then stepped aside to let the others do the same.

By the time it was over, she had been hugged and kissed more than she had been in her entire life. It was kind of nice. She decided she liked the Cortino family a lot. They were a happy group.

Glancing around the room, she put names to all the faces.
Nonno
and
Nonna
were the grandparents.
Nonna
was close to Branda’s height with bright gray eyes that adoringly took in all of her family.
Nonno
was where the men in family got their looks. He looked like an older version of them all. His green eyes still gleamed, and he still stood tall and proud. Papa and Mom were Emilio and Trina. Trina’s blue eyes were full of happiness. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and had just a touch of gray. She was dressed in tan slacks that looked like they were made just for her and a red blouse that hugged her bosom nicely. Long, red fingernails complemented her blouse perfectly. She looked very sophisticated.

Like the twins, Emilio’s presence demanded attention. There was something about the Cortino men that just made people gravitate toward them. Emilio seemed to love his family very much, and Branda couldn’t get over how often his eyes sought out his wife. His green eyes looked possessively at Trina. It struck Branda with the strength of a lightning bolt that his sons looked at her that very same way. A flash of them looking at her like that twenty years in the future warmed her heart.

Their papa’s brother’s name was Gabriel, and his wife’s name was Bellina. They spent most of their time in Italy. The Italian words for uncle and aunt were
zio
and
zia,
which she would have to remember. Their son’s names were Cason and Carlo. They had the Cortino black hair and green eyes, but their eyes were light instead of dark. Cason was twenty-eight, the same age as Trent, the twin’s younger brother. Carlo was twenty-six. Cason, Carlo, and Trent had a look that screamed trouble, especially when you got them together.