“You’ve got four men who love to snuggle with you and keep you safe and warm. And none of us have ever been the snuggling type,” he added. She chuckled, and then she leaned up onto her knees and kissed his cheek as she ran her palm over his shirt, between the buttons to his skin.
“Or the type to volunteer being a judge for the pumpkin carving contest,” she whispered then kissed his temple, his ear, then his neck as she maneuvered her palm down his shirt to his nipple. She pulled the tiny bud, and he raised one eyebrow at her.
“Baby, don’t you go starting something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I’m going to finish it. Just figured if I was going to get a spanking for it, I might as well be really naughty.” She pulled on the nipple again as she suckled on a sensitive part of his neck. The truck came to a stop. The engine died, and he was pulling Lucia out of the truck.
She laughed so hard when he hoisted her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and made his way to the front of the house. He had no problem opening the front door with her over his shoulder.
She ran her hands over his ass and squeezed
“You have a great ass, Gabriele,” she called out.
Smack.
“Gabriele!” she squealed, not expecting the smack to her ass. Nor did she expect the growl and the bark from Brutas.
“It’s okay, boy, we’re just fooling around,” Gabriele told the rottweiler as he came running toward them and the front hall.
“Brutas! Hi, baby. How are you?” Lucia asked the dog as she rubbed his head and he licked her. She chuckled.
“Okay, boy, go to your place. We’re going upstairs to bed,” Gabriele told Brutas, and the dog turned around and headed to the other room. Gabriele headed toward the staircase.
As Gabriele set Lucia down on her feet, he reached for her blouse. She reached for the buttons on his shirt.
She was trying to act nonchalant, and not so aroused and wild with need for him. Touching him, and undressing him while trying to hold a conversation was difficult.
“Brutas is a very well-trained dog. How long have you all had him?”
“He’s Salvatore’s, but I guess he’s ours too.”
“What do you mean?” she asked as he pulled her blouse off the rest of the way then cupped her breasts. He licked along the cleavage as he lowered to his knees. Gabriele held her hips.
They were both panting.
“Salvatore had some trouble when he first got out of the service.” He undid the button to her jeans as she pulled off his shirt. He let go so he could toss his shirt off, and his amazing, muscular body and tattoos all came into view.
She ran her fingers along the ink.
“He told me he got a bit rough, violent sometimes.”
Gabriele stopped and then slowly pushed her pants and panties down. She stepped out of them, holding on to his shoulders.
He held her hips and stared up into her eyes, suddenly sounding serious.
“He would get lost in his nightmares about the war. He would get confrontational if he got upset. Brutas has helped him with all of that.”
She ran her finger along his eyebrow and then to his cheek.
He held her hips, her bare pussy leaking as she lusted for the man in front of her.
“I bet that you and your brothers helped him too,” she told him. He leaned forward and kissed her belly then ran his hands along her ass cheeks.
“We’re very close, and do you know what our favorite thing to do is?” he asked.
He lifted her thigh and placed her foot on his thigh.
“Share you,” he whispered then stroked a finger up into her pussy as he kissed her belly.