Double Infiltration (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 4)

She swallowed hard. Richie had said very little to her. Most of the discussions and questions came from Carl. Carl seemed more patient, compassionate, and understanding. Richie was possessive, short fused, and tough as nails.

She held his powerful gaze as she took his hand.

He pulled her up off the couch and instantly swept her off her feet and into his arms.

Behind them, Carl turned off the lights, just leaving a small lamp glowing in the living room. They made their way to the staircase and straight to one of their bedrooms.

Carl turned on the lamp by the bedside table, illuminating a king-sized bed loaded with pillows and a thick brown comforter. Despite the butterflies in her belly, the sight of the fluffy bed made her think about sleeping. She was tired as she laid her head on Richie’s shoulder.

He slowly set her down on the bed.

He lowered to one knee and began to remove her boots.

“I can do that,” she whispered in a voice that sounded seductive and sexy.

He kept a large palm over her knee as he held her gaze and continued to pull off the boot.

“Let me.”

She sensed movement behind her and turned to see Carl undressing. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“I don’t think we should do this,” she began to say as Richie gently pushed her blouse off of her shoulders. Her breasts felt full and aroused, and damn it, her nipples were hard. She was so worried about them and about being intimate with Richie and Carl. Robert and Pierce would kill them. Carl sat beside her in just his boxers. He pushed her hair off her shoulders and leaned closer.

“Don’t be scared. We want to hold you and be close to you.”

He continued to kiss her neck then moved along to her lips. She felt Richie’s hands move up her skirt, and she pulled from Carl’s lips and grabbed Richie’s hands.

“Stop please.” She felt dirty from Robert’s touch. She wouldn’t dare tell Richie and Carl that her inner thighs felt sore from her attempt to keep them closed while Robert had pushed his hands harder, forcing her legs apart.

The tears stung her eyes. She wondered how she even had any tears left.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Carl asked her as he sat back.

Richie grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up.

It was as if he understood why she didn’t want them to touch her.

“We’ll take that pain away, baby. The feel of our hands will replace his.”

She threw herself

against him and hugged Richie tight. They were so amazing, and she needed them so badly something ached deep inside of her.

* * * *

Richie knew the fucker had hurt her. Son of a bitch, he was seeing red right now, and he needed every ounce of strength to not lose it. Juliet needed them. She needed reassurance, compassion, and love, and damn it, he would give her just that. Never in his thirty years of life had he felt so compelled to possess something, never mind someone. Those were the exact feelings he felt deep within him as he carried a shaking, beautiful, delicate woman to the shower.

Carl got the water ready as Richie lowered Juliet’s feet to the ground. He slowly caressed her arms then cupped her face as she held her palms against his hands. Her eyes were glossy and red from crying so much. It killed him to see her in such pain. He wanted to take all of that away and heal her and protect her. She was going to learn to trust him and Carl. She was going to let them protect her the best way they knew how. He didn’t care if it was extreme or overkill. He wasn’t taking any unnecessary chances with his woman.

“Hush now, sweetheart. You let Carl and I help you to relax. We’ll take a nice, hot shower then snuggle in bed. You’re our woman, Juliet, and we take care of what belongs to us.” He leaned down and brushed his lips softly over hers. He felt her tiny, delicate fingers press tighter against his hands and her body tense only a moment as Carl pressed his hands to her hips. Richie continued to love her mouth, her lips, and her tongue while Carl helped her out of the skirt she wore. When Richie released her lips and stared down into her precious face, his heart hammered in his chest. His cock begged for release from his jeans. He stepped back and lifted her camisole up and over her head before tossing it to Carl.

He looked her over.

“God almighty, woman, you are gorgeous.” She swallowed hard as Carl placed his hands on her hips from behind her. Richie took his eyes off her for one moment to lift up his shirt and remove it. He quickly undid his pants and stepped out of them. She looked him over as Carl kissed her neck, and she reached up to hold Carl’s face closer to her skin.

“Nice and easy, baby. Nothing but your two men loving you,” Carl whispered then pressed his fingers under the small strap of her thong panties and pushed them down.

Richie stared at her belly ring. He ran his thumb over the body jewelry then smiled down at her. She was a tiny little thing. Like some pixie doll with long, flowing red hair, plump red lips, huge blue eyes, and a glow that told him he would never be the same once he was ultimately submerged in her.