“Oh God, Ricky,” Amelia said, tilting her head back, parting her lips, and thrusting back her hips.
Murphy reached up and pinched her nipples, tugging on them as Ricky thrust in and out of her ass, alternating pumps of his hips with smacks to her backside.
Ricky grabbed a hold of her hips as Amelia screamed her release.
“Too fucking good. You’re incredible,” Ricky said, sounding like his teeth were clenched as he held his cock within her ass and came with a low growl.
Amelia fell against Murphy’s chest and he caressed her damp hair from her face. He locked gazes with Ricky, who was breathing heavy. As Ricky slowly pulled from Amelia’s ass, he nearly stumbled backward. He grabbed onto her back for support.
“Hot damn, woman. You are a sex goddess. This ass, this body, is fucking incredible. I love you, Amelia. You hear me, Amelia? I fucking love you. I’m never letting you go. Not ever.” Ricky leaned down next to her and caressed her cheek as she held his gaze and smiled.
“I love you, too, Ricky,” she whispered. Ricky kissed her then caressed her back.
As Ricky stepped away to get dressed, Murphy moved so that Amelia could sit up.
He held her cheeks between the palms of his hand. “This is special, this bond between the five of us. I’ve waited for you for forever.” He kissed her softly.
When he released her lips, she smiled.
“I love you, Amelia. I’m going to take care of you, and so are my brothers.”
Amelia smiled, and he could see the tears glistening in her eyes. “I love you, too. I want to feel like this, forever.”
He hugged her to him, rolling her to the side as he pulled from her body and snuggled close.
“Close your eyes and rest. We’ll shower when the others are done.”
She closed her eyes and snuggled against Murphy. He’d never felt so at peace in his life. He’d found his soul mate. He and his brothers found the woman to complete them. What had been a dream, a fantasy that seemed would never come true, became a reality today. He squeezed her tighter. She moaned and pressed harder against him, and he knew she felt the bond between them.
Now if only he could get the aching little fear in his gut to go away. Was he just nervous from taking this chance? His gut never steered him wrong. Something was bothering him, and he needed to figure it out. For now, he would relish in the aftermath of their lovemaking, and the huge step in the right direction toward ultimate happiness.
Chapter 13
After taking showers, Brody was applying some ointment to Amelia’s scratches on the back of her thighs. She was naked in front of him as he knelt down on the towel.
She saw his scars on his chest and wondered how he sustained them. “How did you get these?”
He tensed a moment then looked up, his face level with the underside of her breasts and tattoo. “Long story. Battle wounds, ya know?” She felt the sadness in his tone.
Brody placed his hands on her hips, then leaned forward and kissed her belly. The feel of his lips against her skin, and the gentle, intimate way he held her naked body, with such strong and capable hands, aroused her senses. She was lost in the emotions she felt as he explored her skin with lips and tongue.
Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the feel of his long, thick fingers and his hard palms pressed against her skin. They aroused her, and her pussy clenched.
“What’s this?” he asked. She was suddenly pulled from her daze, and the enjoyment of Brody’s exploration. She felt his thumb brush across the raised skin, and she knew he was referring to the spot underneath the largest flower of the tattoo. It was the main reason she got the tattoo in the first place. She wanted to forget the pain, and the memory of the time Mano burned her.
He had been smoking a cigar and was pissed at her because he lost a fight. He lost because he wasn’t good enough. The other guy was better. It was one of the moments when he proved that he didn’t love her and that she needed to break free from him.
As she tried to console him, he freaked on her and pressed the cigar against her side. She remembered the smell of burnt material and flesh. She’d screamed in pain, and he pulled her against him, and kissed her brutally hard. He’d only released her because his brother walked in.
“Amelia?” Brody stood up. He stared down into her eyes and she felt the tears fill them, but she wouldn’t cry. Instead, she ran the palms of her hands gently over the scars on Brody’s chest and whispered, “I have scars, too.”
Her voice cracked and she hugged him to her, keeping the tears at bay as he held her in his arms and cursed under his breath.
“Let’s go get dressed and see the others. I miss them so much. Isn’t it silly?” she asked, keeping her head against his shoulder. She felt Brody’s hands caress her ass and back while he carried her to the bedroom.
“Not silly at all. We’re yours now, Amelia, and you’re our woman. We’ll protect you forever,” he said then kissed her.
Amelia hoped that his words were true. But that feeling of uncertainty tinged ever so slightly in her gut. Life couldn’t be so perfect for someone like me. Could it?