Journey To Fortune

When he released her Rome was standing there a few feet away. He held her gaze with those striking blue eyes of his and that expression that showed no emotion, no reveal of what he was feeling, just a fierceness she was learning to accept as his expression. “Come here,” he said and holy shit, her pussy spasmed. She parted her lips, felt her breasts swell, and she slowly walked closer to him.

He snagged her around the waist, shocking her at how quick he was. He kissed her deeply, plunged his tongue in exploration and ran his hand along her back, up and down her spine and then to her ass, squeezing it hard. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back and then felt his hand begin to slide up the slit of her dress and she pulled her thigh down and stepped back. “The waiter,” she said and he pulled her close again.

“He gets paid to do his job and not talk about what he may see or hear. Many confidential deals have taken place on this rooftop,” he told her.

“So you’ve never brought a woman here before?” she asked and then regretted it when he scrunched his eyes and then looked at her lips.

“We’ve never brought another woman here, and never made love to one out here either.” Her cheeks flushed and then Remo cleared his throat.

“We need to make it through sunset and dinner at least. Here, it’s time to toast the sunset.” Remo handed her a flute of champagne and one to Rome. She went to step back but he wouldn’t release her. Instead he turned her around to face the sunset and kept her against his body. His warm, protective palm lay flat against her belly and he kissed her neck in between sips of champagne. The moment was to die for, and her heart swelled with more than just attraction and need. She was falling in love with them, and her own protective instincts of the men were beginning to form.

* * * *

They were all laughing and enjoying the night. The food was exquisite as usual and the chef personally came up to thank them for coming and to meet Rose. Falco laughed as she realized he was the chef and came up to see them. He was an attractive guy, and very personable. “You and your brothers have outdone yourselves, Falco. She’s exquisite,” he said and kissed her hand and gave her a wink. She looked at Mercury, who placed his arm over her chair.

“He’s a charmer, Rose, and an expert with the women and in the kitchen,” Mercury said to her and the chef, Jonathan, chuckled. He placed his hand over his heart.

“I will let that slide, my friend and not sit and join you, telling your beautiful Rose all about the women you’ve seduced yourself.”

“Oh really? I think I’d like to hear about that,” Rose said and turned toward Jonathan. Mercury gripped her hip and pulled her against his side.

Falco chuckled. “Do you have a death wish, Jonathan?” Falco asked him and he laughed. So did the others.

“I’m just teasing, Rose. When they called and said that they were bringing someone special for an official first date, I was shocked. Now I see why they’re all so protective and smitten with you. You are gorgeous. If it doesn’t work out, come back to see me.”

“Enough. You’re such a troublemaker. We’ll remember this and pay you back,” Remo stated and Jonathan laughed.

“I’m sure you will. Well, thank you for the compliments on dinner. I’m happy to share in this momentous occasion and meet the woman that snagged the six of you so deeply. Be sure to come visit again. I’m sending up dessert. Something special.”

He headed out the door and down the stairs.

“He is such a character. Some things never change,” Rylan stated.

“How do you know him so well?” Rose asked.

Falco reached his hand out for her to take. She walked closer to him and he took her hand then brought her closer to sit on his lap. He ran his palm along her thigh. “Slade and I served in the military with Jonathan. We were involved in a few heavy operations years ago,” he said and reached up and stroked her jaw. Falco loved how flawless her skin was. How feminine and attractive she was.

“So you’ve been friends ever since?”

He nodded and clenched her jaw.

“How long were you in the military, Falco?” she whispered, her lips wet and kissable.