Dawn, Dakota - Blessed Times Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

Their food being placed on the table brought Branda out of her thoughts.

Her voice filled with compassion, Trina asked, “You were in deep thought for a good ten minutes. What conclusion did you come to?”

Vocal cords quivering, Branda answered, “That I love all of you. And that your family is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Trina got up from her chair and hugged Branda in a tight embrace. “Ah, sweetie, we love you, too. You make my heart sing with happiness. The twins couldn’t have been given a better
vero amore
than you. You are precious to us.”

Wiping a tear from her eye, Bellina insisted, “Sit, sit, Trina. You are going to make me cry all over my food. How can I eat with happy tears running down my cheeks and dropping onto my plate?”

“You can’t. So I promise to keep my love and happiness under control until we finish eating,” Trina answered as she dabbed at her misty eyes.

Wiping away her own tears, Branda picked up her fork with trembling fingers and made an effort to eat.

The food was great, but she was a nervous wreck. A few people in the restaurant couldn’t seem to take their eyes off them. Not liking the attention, Branda tugged at the neckline of her blouse.

Bellina leaned in close to her. “Quit pulling up your neckline. Do not let their stares bother you. Your nipples are not showing so they can’t ticket you for indecent exposure in a public place.”

Branda choked on her food.

Patting her on the back, Trina added, “Bellina is right. You shouldn’t let other people bother you. If they want to look, let them look. Now, back to the subject of your marriage. You can get married here or in Italy. Italy is nice. We have a lovely luxury hotel there that would be excellent for a wedding. It is a wonderful place, the view is exquisite, and the food can’t be beat.”

“It sounds nice, but I need to ask the twins what they think. I think the three of us should make that decision together.”

Trina smiled and patted Branda’s hand. “That is a wise decision. You should get their feedback soon. Wedding preparations will need to be started as soon as possible.”

Taking a sip of her wine, Branda nodded and tried to look calm and cool. On the inside, her stomach was twisted in a thousand knots. A wedding within six months. With her as the bride. Gulping the rest of her wine, she savored the calming effect it had on her frayed nerves. With the twins’ help, she could get through this.

* * * *

Branda didn’t get two steps into the house before the twins were all over her. Scowling faces looked down at her.

Shock—arousal—anger—arousal—frustration—arousal.

Troy unglued his tongue first. “Why the hell are you dressed like that? You were in public like that?” He glanced at the shopping bags in her hands. “If the clothes in those bags are anything like the ones you are wearing, they are all going back. Today!”

Stepping between Troy and Branda, Trina looked Troy in the eyes. “No,
restano i vestiti
.”

Branda put the bags down and watched Troy explode.

Stepping closer to Branda, Bellina whispered, “She just told him the clothes stay.”

“No,
loro non possono stare
.” Anger laced Troy’s words, and his eyes held a hostel glow.

Quickly Bellina translated. “He says they can’t stay.”

Seeing how upset her son was, Trina softened her voice, “
Loro possono staranno. Sembra belle quei vestiti. Guardi a lei.
”

Troy’s and Trey’s fiery green eyes devoured Branda.

“They are staring at you because Trina just told them the clothes are staying. That you look beautiful in them. She also told them to look at you,” Bellina translated again then stated, “Enough already with the Italian. You two are going to give Branda a headache.”

Nonno
and Papa walked into the room.

Papa asked, “What is all the commotion out here? You are all standing at the front door making a lot of noise.” Papa caught sight of Branda. “I see what has happened. You came home looking beautiful, and the twins can’t handle it.” Moving his gaze to the twins, he asked, “Is that what happened?”

“Possibly,” Troy muttered.

“Why are you upset? A beautiful woman is a man’s pride and joy. You should want her to look her best. Her looking good is a reflection of how you take care of her.” Papa looked at Branda with loving approval. Turning to his wife and Bellina, he said, “You two did good today. Now let’s all hug and make up.”

To Branda’s surprise, everyone made their rounds hugging each other. When Troy hugged his mom, he apologized for letting his shock and jealously make him say things he shouldn’t have. He even confessed he liked her new look, but that he thought he should lock her in a room with him for at least a week until he could get used to her new look.

Trina just laughed then hugged him again.

Damn, she loved their family, correction,
her family
.

Bellina came up to Branda and embraced her then handed her a card.

Opening it, Branda read the card. It was a “welcome to the family” card, and on the inside, Bellina had written the four lessons she’d taught her. With watery eyes, Branda wrapped her arms around Bellina. “I’ll never forget your lessons. I promise.”

“What lessons?” Trey’s deep voice asked from behind Branda.

Bellina answered, “Nothing that concerns you, young man. Now tell me what you think about her new look.”

His eyes went immediately to her cleavage. “I think Troy and I need a little time alone with her to determine that.” With a wolfish grin, he took Branda’s hand and headed over to Troy.

Troy looked at Trey questioningly then down at Branda’s cleavage.

Standing next to Troy, Trina smiled knowingly.

“I think we need to have some alone time with Branda.” Trey’s voice was low, and his eyes were sparking with desire.

“Nonsense. We barely walked in the door. You don’t need to take her away just yet. We all want to get to know her better.” Cunning flavored Trina’s words.

Bellina laughed. “Your mother is right. We would all like to get to know her better. Why on earth would you two want to run off with her?”

Troy raised a brow. “You two made sure we would want to run off with her, and, not wanting to disappoint you, we plan on doing just that. Now, if you will excuse us, we are leaving, and we won’t be back until tomorrow.” Turning on his heel, he pulled Branda along behind him.

As Trey turned to follow, Trina practically shoved the bags into his hands. The look on his face said that he would rather take them all back.

Once they were next door, Troy unlocked the door and held it for them to pass. As Branda went inside, she grinned to herself, knowing her fresh scent wafted through the air and surrounded Troy and Trey.

Chapter Thirteen

Door locked behind them, Troy and Trey stood in the De Pescinas’ living room, exploring every inch of her with heated green eyes. Their fiery looks shot electrical pulses throughout her body. Nervous excitement tightened her stomach.

Moving over to her, Troy stood in front of her and reached out to caress her breasts. Her new four-inch heels raised her up closer to eye level, not quite, but much closer than she had been. Now her lips were at his chin level.

Taking advantage of her new height, she leaned into him and kissed his chin.

Tilting his head down, he captured her lips in a kiss that quickly grew out of control. Both of them were breathing heavily within a minute. His lips traveled down to her neckline. Moaning in delight, she rested her hands on his hips, loving the feel of his hard body.

Feelings of being swept up and away overwhelmed her as he licked all of her exposed bosom. Head falling back, she moaned as he continued kissing and licking her mounds of flesh. His tongue delved between the mounds and swiped down, then up. On the upstroke, he dislodged the cylinder-shaped locket. He tugged it with his teeth then let it fall to her breasts, sending delicious vibrations straight to her nipples.

Leaning back, he looked devilishly at her. “I believe she is trying to seduce us with this wonderful display of jewelry-dripped flesh. What do you think, Trey?”

Running his fingers along the low neckline of her blouse, he seemed to glory in the soft feel of her for a moment. When she shivered, he picked up the cylinder. “I believe you are correct, Troy. See how this delicate pendant rests so invitingly on her bountiful bosom just asking to be noticed, touched?”

“Do we want other men looking at what belongs to us?” Troy asked Trey in a low growl.

“No, we don’t. But she seems determined to go against our wishes. She did go out in public dressed like this, and I know she knew we wouldn’t like it.” Cupping the back of Branda’s head, Trey turned her to face him. His gaze burned upward from her breasts to her eyes. “You knew we wouldn’t like it, didn’t you?”

Held in his grip and his mesmerizing gaze, she answered honestly, “Yes, but I didn’t think you’d mind too badly.”

“Not too badly, huh? But you knew we would be at least a little unhappy. Isn’t that right, Branda?” Trey questioned her in a passion-roughened voice.

Becoming more turned on by the second, she panted, “Yes.”

“See, Troy? She openly defied us. I think she needs to make it up to us. What do you think?”

“I believe she does.” Looking at Branda, Troy asked, “What do you have to say to that?”

She licked her lips in anticipation. “I’ll do whatever you ask. I submit to your will.” Blood raced to the nubbin hidden in the folds of her sex. Just the thought of submitting to them had her creaming her panties.

Nostrils flaring, Trey grinned wickedly. “I think her becoming our sexy little submissive would patch things up nicely. What do you think, Troy?”

With a visibly hardening dick, Troy agreed. “That sounds fair to me. How about you, Branda? Does that sound fair to you?” When she would have answered, he raised his hand up to halt her. “Before you answer, remember you tempted us beyond distraction.” Taking her hand, he placed it on his jean-covered erection. “Feel what your temptation has done to me. Are you ready to make it up to us? Are you ready to become our little submissive as punishment for going against our wishes? Ready to do anything we ask?”

Heat poured from his crotch. Trey, who was still holding her, pressed his hard-on into her belly. Her pussy started to tingle and swell as more blood raced to that area. The thought of becoming their submissive was making her wetter by the second. Her stomach knotted in excitement. As their submissive, she could learn how to please them. “If that is what you two want. I believe it is fair punishment. I will submit to your every wish.”

“Good. Now go to the bedroom and wait on us. Don’t get undressed, just wait on us. We will tell you what we want you to do when we get there,” Troy ordered.

Pussy throbbing at his commanding tone, she hurried to the bedroom wondering what they would do to her.

As she walked away, she could hear them going through the bags and talking in low tones. Picking up her pace, she hurried to the bedroom.

Jumping nervously when they entered, she asked, “You will tell me everything I need to do, right? I’ve never done this before.”

Looking at each other, they grinned roguishly.

Trey went to her and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “Trust me. We know you’ve never done this before. You must know before we begin that we get great pleasure from dominating a woman. But, if at anytime we command you to do something you don’t want to try, let us know. Keep in mind, though, that we expect you to do most of what we ask. We will not do anything that would hurt you. You have our promise on that.”

Stepping back, Trey went from comforting to commanding. “Take off your blouse. Slowly.”

Heat colored her cheeks. Swallowing hard, she pulled her blouse out of the band of her jeans then slowly pulled it over her breasts and over her head.

“Look how prettily she blushes for you, Trey.”

“Yes, her color pleases me. It is the color of the most prized flowers in a well-maintained garden.” Stepping up to her, Trey brushed the tips of his fingers across the tops of her flushed breasts. “They are petal soft and stained with just enough color to make her glow. Exquisite. But I think I’d like to see more. How about you, Troy?”

“Oh, I think that’s a splendid idea. Take off your jeans.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she moved to take off her heels.

“No, not the heels, just the jeans. We’ll help you. Stand up,” Troy commanded.

Doing as he told her, she stood and unfastened her belt and jeans.

“Pull your jeans down to your knees,” Trey told her in a passionately commanding voice.

Sliding the jeans down to her knees, she stood before them wearing a lacy white bra and thong set.

Their eyes devoured her, much to her relief. Wearing these pretty underwear sets was still new to her. She wanted to look hot, not silly. The look in their eyes said they thought she was hot. Joy seeped from her heart and enveloped her whole being.