26. Rita

26

RITA

E steban: We're on our way back. With all ten fingers and toes.

I snorted and stopped pacing my kitchen.

“They’re done and on their way.” I sighed in relief as I turned to Amorette sitting at the table.

Joel and Ricco had both tried calling me, and when that hadn't worked, they banged on the door. They both knew better than to break down my door or pick the lock. They both had the skill. Everyone in the Dirty Dogs did.

But the lack of peace was enough to have me calling Amorette to come save me. And she came with Grey and Parker in tow, who were so gracious as to sit outside in their bullet-proof SUV and watch the street.

Me: Fingers and toes, but what about your pretty faces? And come to my house. I couldn’t stay at the club with everyone pounding on my door. Amorette and two of her guys are here with me.

Esteban: Got it. You think my face is pretty?

I rolled my eyes as some of the fear that had gripped my chest lightened, giving way to tingles deep in my stomach. That was what he got stuck on. Now that they were mostly out of danger, I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, not the twenty-seven year old gang princess, soon to be Dirty Dog leader.

Me: You're every girl's wet dream. I've seen plenty of them with you over the years.

“That’s great. I’ll text the guys. We’ll head out as soon as they get here.” She picked up her phone and tapped away.

Esteban’s dots started bouncing but his response didn't come immediately like before. Shit, maybe he was offended I brought that up like some kind of faux pas.

But come on, we were a gang. I'd had as many hookups in our clubs as the rest of them. I just tended to stay away from Dirty Dogs. Why shit where I eat?

Matías had only been so easy to want because he had been accepted by Papá but not a Dirty Dog.

I should be chatting with Amorette, being a good host and friend. But all of my focus was on the text chain. I was so fucking relieved there wasn’t a repeat of our last meeting.

Esteban: I would have been yours from day 1

My breath lodged in my throat. Esteban had joined right when Matías started coming around. He'd been too young for me then.

I couldn't think of a response and set my phone down. Sitting my ass in my chair, I closed my eyes and ran through every single scenario of what could have happened at the restaurant.

There could have been a friendly chat, a good meal with fake smiles, or another gun fight in the street.

Shit. My eyes popped back open.

Esteban hadn't clarified if they had any holes in their body that hadn't been there before .

Amorette rose and gave me a hug. “I’m heading out. I can tell you’re going to be busy as soon as they get here.”

I gripped her arms and squeezed. “Thank you. You’re the best friend a girl like me could ask for.” I meant it.

“You mean crazy?”

I smirked. “I was going for badass.”

Laughing softly, she made her way to the front door. It closed behind her. Wait, I needed them to stay until the guys got back.

I reached for my phone but there was a knock on the door.

"It's us," Matías called, his voice muffled.

Rushing to the front of the house, I swung my door open.

There they stood, Matías' head almost hitting the doorframe, his black curls hanging over his forehead and a glint in his eyes. Esteban was beside him, slightly shorter, broader, and grinning with his dimples popped out. Only his smile seemed forced.

Both were gloriously unharmed.

"Thank God! I'm never going to be left behind–" I was going to finish with “again”, but Matías placed a large hand on my stomach and moved me back so they could step in.

Esteban’s phone rang and he sighed as he answered it.

"I've been trying to call you–" Joel griped.

"Sorry, emergency meeting. You're not invited. We'll find you afterward." Esteban hit the end button as he slammed the front door and twisted the lock. When he turned around, his face scrunched up like he was beyond fed up with Joel.

Matías caught my hips as Esteban walked around me.

"What–"

He ducked and caught my lips in a kiss. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue swept into mine. He tasted of bitter coffee and cinnamon. An addictive cup of coffee on a lazy Sunday morning.

Esteban shifted my hair off the back of my neck and he pressed a soft kiss to my nape. His fingers lingered, sending chillbumps racing down my arms.

"We promised you a reward if you stayed here like a good girl, but you didn’t, did you?" Esteban said darkly. "Should we punish you instead?"

My brain short circuited. Hell yes .

“Mm, maybe the reward is her punishment? Do you think she can handle us both?” Matías asked Esteban.

I wanted that. Bad. This last week, it had been all I’d thought about when I allowed myself to unwind. The feel of four hands and two cocks. The two men I couldn’t get out of my head no matter how hard I fucking tried.

I hadn't ever expected it to actually happen though.

They didn't like each other. They barely tolerated each other. Even if it was more one-sided on Esteban's part.

"You're going to fuck me? Together?" I breathed, rolling my head back as Matías cupped my breast, pinching my hard nipple.

He dropped his head to leave wet kisses on the other side of my neck. Both men lavished me with sweet attention. It was heady, and powerful, and drugging.

Matías chuckled. "Have you met Amorette and my brothers?"

His words brought me back to the surface of reality where the haze of desire lifted. Just a bit. "What the fuck do they have to do with this?"

He frowned when he realized I'd lost some of my buzz. He bent to capture the back of my thighs. Then he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist .

"They all share with no problem. Lean back."

I did. Esteban stripped me from behind and unsnapped my bra in record time.

"Are you saying for sex?" He wasn't making sense. I mean, it did, but it didn't.

One side of his mouth kicked up in a crooked grin. "Well, they do share for sex."

I shook my head. "You two want to fuck me?"

Which I had no problems with. But as much as I didn’t want to ask questions and potentially stop this, I needed to know where they stood. What to expect. My bruised heart couldn’t take another pounding and survive.

"But what about after? Is this a one time thing?"

Esteban cupped both of my breasts, squeezing them and pushing them up and together as he pressed against my shoulders. His hot breath moved my hair and tingles erupted deep in my stomach. "That depends on you."

"How?" I gasped as he pinched both nipples to the point of pain.

"How can you do that after she tore Kurt's nipple off?" Matías grimaced. "I have ghost pain."

There was stark amusement in Esteban's voice. "I don't know if you noticed, but watching Rita get bloody turns me on."

It had, I'd noticed how his hard cock had pressed against the seam of his jeans. It just amped up my desire to leave Kurt broken. Not that that asshole didn’t deserve it anyway.

"How does this depend on me?" I clarified, wanting to get back to the good parts.

"I love you, baby. You must know that," Esteban pressed his cheek against the top of my head as he continued to work my breasts.

Did I know that? Did I love him back ?

All the times Esteban had my back crossed my mind. The times he made me laugh, the way he worshiped my body, how he looked at me as if I was the only woman in the world. He'd always looked at me like that, from the very beginning. I realized that now.

Just his presence flooded me with warmth.

"I know."

"I love you too, mi corazón ." Matías stared deep into my eyes.

Matías had always been the one bright love of my life, that grand relationship that would make or break me, and up until this point, had done nothing but break me.

Still, I loved him.

But, I loved Esteban too.

Maybe we weren't meant to have one great love, but two, or many. There were no limits on love.

"You're ours. We've decided." Matías smirked as his eyes twinkled.

That both set my ovaries on fire and lit the indignation deep in my soul. "If I'm yours, then you're mine."

"Undoubtedly." Matías didn't even blink.

He walked back to my bedroom and set me on the edge of my bed. Somewhere, I'd lost Esteban's touch and he was now sprawled naked against my pillows, lazily stroking his cock.

"Come ride me. Show Matías how well you fuck me." He wasn't smiling, his eyes were dark, and his tongue snuck out to lick his bottom lip.

Kneeling in my panties, I took in the beautiful sight before me. "I'm not ready to."

Matías stuck his thumbs in the sides of my panties and I raised up so he could peel them down. I helped him get them off all while keeping my gaze locked with Esteban's. His dark brown eyes were almost black.

Then Matías walked to the other side of the bed as he stripped out of his clothes. His thick, veined cock bobbed against his stomach when he shucked his pants.

He crawled into the spot next to Esteban, adjusting himself against the pillows and tucking his arms behind his head.

My face blistered at the scene of Esteban and Matías laid out before me like a fucking feast. Esteban with his asshole charm, and barely there smirk that said he knew exactly what this was doing to me. Matías watched me with dark eyes and so much heat that a bead of sweat rolled provocatively down the curve of my spine. He wasn’t smiling. His expression was both tense and smoldering.

This was everything I didn't know I wanted and I refused to end too fast.

"You both want this?" At this point, I didn't care, but I still asked because it seemed like the right thing to do. Fuck right.

I was grabbing onto this dream with both hands and like hell would I let them tear it away from me now.

Crawling up the bed, I positioned myself directly between them, sliding my hands up their bunched abs. The way their muscles twitched under my touch was such an aphrodisiac.

They locked gazes and some kind of message or emotion passed between them.

"We're willing to try," Esteban answered, looking back at me. There was only sincerity in his eyes. "We both want you enough not to make you choose." His words twisted at the end as if he thought at some point I might.

"We want you to be happy, and we want you to live a long fucking life. You'll have the best chance to do that with both of us at your back." Matías finally fisted his cock, setting it straight up. "Start with him, mi corazón ."

My eyelids fluttered shut and I pressed my hand to his wild-beating heart. Matías had never used any kind of pet name for me before. I'd never heard him address anyone with a term of endearment. It felt good. More than good.

The sense of belonging that both of them created inside me when Esteban called me baby or Matías his heart , was breathtaking. I wanted to hold onto it forever.

I gave Esteban every drop of my attention as I crawled closer. His eyes flickered as if he wanted to look at Matías but he didn't. His jaw slackened as I took over stroking him. With my ass in the air, I sucked him into my mouth and made love to his beautiful cock.

The entire time, I kept my eyes locked on him. I wanted him to know this was all for him.

Esteban’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he bit his lip. Then he threaded his fingers through my hair.

I popped up for just a second.

"Fuck my face," I gasped, sucking in air. Wetness pooled between my legs at how tightly he was holding onto his control. He was about to break, and I was the reason. I held so much power between us that I could make him break. "Come on." I gave him a hard stroke, then squeezed the base of his cock. He grunted. "You know you’re aching to."

He tightened his grip in my hair, forcing my face down once, then back up. I gagged from the way he hit the back of my throat. Saliva spilled from my mouth, wetting him and making the glide that much easier.

"Fuck, do that again," Matías mumbled as he got behind me. His fingers dipped between my legs. "She's so fucking wet. Christ, Rita, mi corazón . You really want this. Both of us." He sounded strangled.

"Damn right, she does," Esteban growled, then pushed me down again. This time, he didn't pull me back up, but stayed pressed deep in my throat.

I couldn't breathe.

"Breathe through your nose," he said softly. “That's it." Then he pulled me up.

The head of Matías' cock lined up, and the next time Esteban pushed me down, Matías plunged inside. I tried to cry out, but I was too full of Esteban.

"Ah, fuck. Your throat is contracting around me." He dropped his head back and his mouth fell open. He slowly lifted my head up, and I kept my lips as tight around him as I could.

Matías pulled back. "You feel so good. You feel like mine ."

Together, they worked me, Matías fucking me with the same rhythm that Esteban fucked my face. I felt stuffed, overexposed, and over stimulated. My entire body was alight and wave after wave of heat washed over me, leaving me a sweat-slickened mess.

The deep way Matías bottomed out every time was almost uncomfortable.

"I'm getting close," Esteban gasped, forcing my head up and down. He was moving so quick, I could only let him fuck my mouth.

Matías panted as he picked up speed and reached around to strum my clit. It didn't take much, it barely took half a second, before I started jerking and crying out from the intense, brutal orgasm sweeping through me. My voice was garbled as Esteban continued to piston his hips.

My vision darkened around the edges, and my arms gave out .

Cursing behind me, Matías wrapped an arm around my waist as the first stream of salty cum jetted against the back of my throat.

Esteban shouted, and Matías grunted, both bucking hard against my limp twitching body.

It took forever to come down and to be able to breathe again. But eventually, I roused, tucked so neatly between them. Esteban propped his head on his hand as he traced the bridge of my nose and eyebrow, studying my features.

Behind me, Matías molded so firmly against my back and ass, I was sure he wanted to fuse himself against me. His arms were wrapped tight around my waist and chest, and his face was buried in my hair.

"You two wrecked me," I croaked. "I'm fucking destroyed.”

Esteban smiled and it transformed his face into an expression so blinding, I closed my eyes.

"Good. It means you'll never want to go looking for dick anywhere else."

I snorted. Like I could even walk after that. The fierce way Matías had taken me left my legs a shaky mess. I doubted I could take myself to the bathroom.

"This was..." Matías said against my hair. "This felt real. Like before, but better."

Before...Before he left, before he tossed me aside out of fucked up good intentions. I waited for the pain to kick me in the chest, but no sneaky feelings of betrayal popped up.

It seemed like time...and orgasms had healed my wounds. I wasn't so naive to think this was permanent, but for now, I happily accepted it.

I laced my fingers with his.

We must have laid there for hours. The sun started to set and the room was thrown into darkness .

A pounding started on the front door. “What the hell?” I tried to roll out of bed but Esteban stopped me.

“Let Matías get it. He’s the elder. It’s his responsibility to protect us.” He grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Matías pulled on his pants and walked out of the room. “If it’s Ricco or Joel, I swear to Christ…”

Esteban snuggled into my side, leaving wet kisses along my neck until I giggled. I fucking giggled.

“Rita!” Matías yelled in a strange tone.

I bolted to a sitting position as Esteban jumped out of bed. “We better get out there, that sounds like a situation.” All humor was gone from his voice.

Grabbing a fresh shirt and shorts from my dresser, I got dressed. In the living room, Matías stood so still, staring down at a picture in his hand. His face was set like stone as anger emanated from him.

He wasn’t alone. A skinny kid of thirteen, maybe fourteen, stood by the closed door. His gaze shot to us, then wildly searched the room like he expected an ambush. Wringing his hands, he was two seconds from bolting.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sliding up to Matías’ side.

“This kid lives in the neighborhood. He saw the attempted driveby the other day and grabbed a picture.” He might as well have been speaking gibberish as I examined the photo.

A dark SUV was on my street. The tinted windows were up, and Matias was at the end of my walk, his gun aimed their way. This had to be after he shot at them.

What made the picture so interesting was that the windshield wasn’t tinted. At least not the bottom two-thirds.

The man in the passenger seat was lifting up a mask.

And I recognized him.

My fucking heart was going to explode from my chest. How fucking dare he. This whole time I was certain it was the new club, even if they didn’t want to admit it.

Maybe it was, but a Dirty Dog in the vehicle meant…

Fuck, I needed to lock it down while the kid was here. Blowing out a hard breath, I forced a smile on my face.

“What’s your name?” I asked, moving away from Matías. I didn’t need to see that shit in Matías’ hand anymore.

“Crisanto,” he muttered, watching his feet.

“Hey.” I stepped forward and touched his shoulder. “Why did you bring it here?”

His gaze shot to mine. “You’re a nice lady. You’re nice to my mamá . I saw what happened and I had my phone out anyway.” He shrugged.

“Why now?” Matías asked, shoving the photo in his back pocket. “Why not bring this the day it happened.”

The kid mashed his lips together. “At first, I was…” He shook his head. “I was scared. By the time I got the courage, you were gone. I printed it, but I haven’t seen you since.”

Well, shit. I had been gone a lot.

There was zero emotion on Esteban’s face, yet his muscles were bunched so tight that when he pulled his wallet out, I thought the seams on his shirt would burst. “Here kid,” he said, gruffly, handing him a faded auto shop card. “If you ever run into trouble, you call me. I’ll come no matter what. Got it?”

Crisanto clenched his fists and jaw as he tucked his chin. Esteban shook the card, and when he raised his hand to take it, his lips trembled.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

Matías opened the door, peeked out, then stepped back to let Crisanto out. “Don’t be a stranger. You did more than you realized, and we’re in your debt.”

He jerked his head up once and then slid past Matías. We crowded the door and watched him walk home. His family lived three doors down across the street and I never knew they had a son.

I was an ass.

"What are we going to do now?" Esteban asked.

"We're going to the compound, we’re going to take the gang for Rita. Then we're going to clean house." Matías rolled to a sitting position as he stretched his arms over his head.

"And after that?" Esteban grinned over my head.

Locking my rage and betrayal in a tidy little box, I smiled. There would be plenty of time to let those babies out to play.

"Then the guys get the girl, don't you know that?" I placed a hand on each of their chests.

Despite the fury that I could feel trembling in their bodies, they busted up laughing and I smirked.

I was serious, even if it felt like a happy ending for us was still miles away.