Escape From Obsession (16 page)

“You mean like a ménage relationship?”

“Yeah. It’s quite common.”

“I know. Gia never mentioned this cousin of hers.”

“I have two acquaintances out there that can investigate her life and whoever she may be involved with.”

“You think she’s seeing someone?”

“I can find out.”

Antonio was quiet a moment. The thought that she had a boyfriend or even a lover made him very angry. She would suffer greatly for her indiscretions. Valdere was good at that. He would assist as soon as she was back.

“Do it and let me know. Now what about this news station?” he asked as he looked down at the screen.

“Play the video. They describe what happened and how Gianna defended herself. She’s going by the name Gia Marie Giselli. They show clips of the attack, but not its entirety. She’s a hero out there right now.”

He felt that tightness in his chest. “We may have to wait a little longer before we go get her.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent job, Franco. Please keep me updated.”

Franco nodded his head then left the room.

Antonio watched the video. It was upsetting yet turned him on. She was stronger than ever before. Something in her had changed. He thought about the end of their relationship and how defiant she was about Valdere. He was a good man, but he was violent when someone disobeyed an order. He was also involved with a bunch of illegal activities that made him hard, disconnected, and obsessive. If Antonio was honest with himself, he would admit that Valdere even frightened him in a lot of ways, which was why he’d offered Gianna to share. Valdere had immediately taken to her. Antonio had caught him touching her whenever he had the opportunity to, or whispering in her ear. She of course had looked so scared and turned to him for guidance, because she knew he would punish her if she cheated or even came across as flirtatious with another man. But Valdere owned Antonio. He was nothing without Valdere and he could get rid of Antonio in a flash with a snap of his finger. Lately, since Antonio had served his time for assaulting some asshole at a party, Valdere had become distant. Gianna took off in fear, he supposed. Valdere denied any involvement in her fleeing, but he couldn’t help but wonder if Valdere had touched her or tried to force her into bed. He would never know and it didn’t matter. He needed Gianna for two reasons. To satisfy his obsession and to keep Valdere happy.

It was as if Gianna meant more to Valdere than he let on. Could they have been having an affair behind his back? Was that why she caused a fight with Antonio and made him so angry? That night, standing between the two of them at the party, she’d allowed Valdere to direct her body, her movements as the music played, but when Valdere cupped her pussy she’d fled from the dance floor. He would never forget Valdere’s expression or words.

“You better resolve this. If I can’t have her then we’re done, Antonio. I don’t need you.
”

Antonio suddenly became very nervous. Valdere couldn’t find out that Gianna was alive. Not until he got her back and explained what she needed to do to live. If she denied his orders then he would have her one last time before he got rid of her himself. Valdere would never even know.

* * * *

Gia opened her eyes in time to see Gunner naked and drying his hair with a towel. He must have just showered, as she smelled the soap in the air. Her eyes zeroed in on his ass and the muscles defined in his cheeks and thighs. He was trim with thick, muscular thighs, a tight, firm ass, and a waist that expanded out the further up his body she looked. He had wide, muscular shoulders that flexed naturally in his movements to dry his hair, but what caught her attention were the tattoos. The intricate design along his shoulders and the long, sharp hunting knife down the center of his back along the spine. He turned, showing off his other tattoo of the American flag and she could make out the word
commando
in dark black ink. He had great pectoral muscles and oh yeah, a very long, thick cock. She licked her lips.

“Hey, sleepy head. How do you feel?” he asked as he made his way toward her. Her fingers ached a bit under the bandages. When they had made love to her this morning, she’d felt them burn but pressed them further up the bed, easing their ache but causing Wes to gain better access to her body. The sensations were exquisite.

She licked her lips as Gunner sat on the bed, immediately cupping a breast.

“Beautiful,” he whispered then kissed her lightly on the lips. She shyly lowered her head as he continued to rub his palms along her curves.

“Hey, breakfast is almost ready,” Garrett stated as he entered the room. She glanced at him, his hair still wet from his shower.

“I need to take a shower.”

“Sure, baby. Wes is in there now. He put the stuff to cover the bandages on your hand in there on the counter. I’ll help you wrap it up. Come on,” he said and she used her arm to cover her breasts and her hand to cover her pussy.

Gunner and Garrett chuckled.

“You have got absolutely nothing to be shy about, woman,” Gunner said then placed his hands on her shoulders and led her to the bathroom. She felt his cock tap against her ass and her pussy swelled with need. She was never so lustful and wanton, but with three sexy cowboys, it seemed like she was doomed for such emotion.

Just as they entered the bathroom, Wes was getting into the shower. She saw the same amount of muscles and dips on Wes that she had on Gunner and he also had the same tattoo.

“Do all three of you have that tattoo on your spine?” she asked as Wes said good morning and smiled.

Gunner turned her toward him and she remained trying to cover her assets despite what they’d shared in the wee hours of the morning. He smiled down at her as he checked out her bruised cheekbone.

“Yes, we have the same tattoos. We got them done the same day.”

He placed his hand over hers then held her gaze as he used her finger to stroke her pussy. She gasped at his move, parting her lips and feeling her pussy weep.

When he brought her finger away from her cunt and up to his lips she nearly lost her ability to stand. He licked the digit, the scent of her cream filled her nostrils, and lust took over her body.

She gripped his shoulders, releasing her breasts, and leaned forward to lick across his taut nipple.

In a flash he lifted her up, her ass hit the towel that laid on the counter, and then his cock paused between her pussy lips.

“Someone feeling frisky?” he whispered and she nodded her head as she stared at the perfect specimen of male flesh in front of her. She was turned on by the intense, dark look in his gray eyes. She licked her lips at the sight of his hard, defined features, a sure sign of his committed workouts, and the feel of his large, thick hands grabbing her roughly right before his first stroke did her in.

She gasped and held on tight, meeting his strokes with her own. Their gazes locked, her breasts bounced with every thrust from his cock, and she cried out his name as wave after wave hit her pussy.

She saw the veins in his neck bulging out and his muscles in his forearms stretch, and then his cock grew bigger as he growled her name and exploded inside of her.

She hugged him as he pulled from her body, lifting her higher against him as they caught their breath.

“I’ve never felt like this, baby. Never like this,” he admitted. She absorbed the feel of his large hands caressing her back and then Wes’s voice.

“Get her hand covered so she can join me or I’m going to have to shoot my load against the wall instead of inside my woman.”

Gunner chuckled and she kissed his mouth before he pulled back.

He stared at her breasts.

“You have great breasts, baby. They fill my hands perfectly.” He cupped one then lowered her feet to the floor.

He reached for the plastic bag and waterproof tape and wrapped her hand securely.

Turning her by her shoulders toward the shower and an awaiting Wes, he gave her ass a light smack then exited the bathroom.

Wes opened the curtain to assist her. His cock was indeed long and thick as it tapped against his belly in a show of excitement at seeing her.

Oh Lord, I’ve died and gone to heaven.

* * * *

Gunner walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom and saw Garrett sitting on the bed with his hand on the pillow that Gia vacated. Gunner pulled on his boxers and then his pants.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her,” Gunner said.

Garrett looked up at him with a very serious expression on his face. He hoped that his brother wasn’t in pain, or wasn’t feeling what he and Wes were feeling for Gia. Garrett had been the one to decline their idea about getting involved in a ménage relationship when they had discussed the possibility over a year ago.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Gunner asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Garrett stood up and placed his hands in his pockets.

“It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit it’s nothing. Spit it the fuck out and stop holding in your emotions all the time. We’re brothers for Christ’s sake. If you’re having second thoughts about being involved with Gia and sharing her with Wes and I then we need to straighten that shit out.”

Garrett appeared angry at Gunner’s statement.

“It’s not that. I’m fucking shocked at how intense it felt making love to her with you and Wes there, too. It was like nothing I ever imagined. I mean, it’s more than the fact that we’re brothers and we’re close, it’s…”

Garrett ran his fingers through his hair and slightly limped toward the door.

“What is it? What were you going to say?”

Garrett stared at Gunner and Gunner feared that Garrett would allow his past and his insecurities after the war to continue to close off his heart to love. That’s exactly what was happening here. They were all falling in love with Gia. Hell, he knew that he loved her already.

“Last night, after we made love to Gia and fell asleep, I didn’t wake up until this morning.”

Gunner raised his eyebrows at Garret, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Garret released an annoyed sigh then straightened his back and held his brother’s gaze.

“I don’t sleep, Gunny. I’ve had fucking nightmares rocking my nights ever since I came back from Afghanistan. Every fucking night I wake up in a cold sweat forgetting where I am after reliving that day I nearly died. I started thinking that I shouldn’t even be here, on this earth, I mean, when all those other soldiers bit the bullet.”

“Hell, Garrett, why didn’t you talk to Wes and I? Don’t you think we’ve had our share of nightmares and flashbacks? Shit, just a few weeks ago I had one and it was a fucking doozy. It happens, but maybe if you talked about with us, we could help you because Wes and I understand. We did that same kind of intense, heavy shit and we’re fucking lucky to be alive.”

“I guess I felt that if I talked to you two about it then you would think I was weak or maybe acting like a baby.”

“No fucking way. No fucking baby and no fucking average man could handle an inkling of what we went through and had to accomplish on missions as commandoes. Fuck that thinking. You’re not a baby. You’re a soldier and were a damn fucking excellent one.”

Garret smirked then shook his head.

“I’ve been being stupid for a while then. I guess I should have talked to Wes and you.”

“Our doors are always open. Besides, we’ve got some planning to do with Gia. We’re going to have plenty of other nights like last night with her, but in our home, where she’ll always have our protection.”

Garrett glanced at the bed.

“The three of you, Gia, Wes, and you, gave me the peace I needed to sleep the night through without any nightmares or restlessness. I felt at peace. Is that fucking corny or what?” Garrett began to walk away and Gunner stopped him by tapping his arm.

“Hey, that’s not fucking corny. That’s love. That’s knowing and confirming what we have been searching for in life and in our choice of having a ménage relationship and sharing the same woman as our wife. If we all didn’t feel that way then we’d have a problem. This is right. Gia is meant to be ours,” Gunner stated.

“She is ours. There’s no way I would let her go. I can’t now. Life just wouldn’t be the same for me.”

Gunner smiled.

“Me either. Come on, let’s go make some food. I’m starving and I’m sure that Gia and Wes will be, once they’re done taking a shower.”

“We have to help her to heal. I can’t stand to look at her bruises and her hand and think about what could have happened.”

“Me either. We’ll take care of her. She’s family now and we have to make her see how much she means to us.”

“Then maybe I can talk her into going back to bed with me,” Garrett said then smiled.

“Going back to bed?” Gunner questioned.

“Sure, I’ve got some major sleeping hours to make up and now that I have my own personal sex goddess to cuddle with, I’m going to make up for some seriously sleepless nights.”

Gunner laughed as they headed toward the kitchen.

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