Captivated

“Come on.” Diane continued up the stairs. “Let’s get you to your room.”

Once I was alone, I took in my surroundings. I wondered if the guys had actually been able to read my thoughts, even though they said they couldn’t. The room was decorated in pale lilacs, lavenders, and cream. The carpet was deep purple, in contrast to the rest of the décor. All my favourite colours.

The bed was a Queen-sized four-poster, with heavy drapes surrounding it. Hmm, I wondered how it would feel to be cosied up on the bed with my men, the drapes hiding us from view. I was turning into a hormonal teenager with all these fantasies. I headed for what I thought was the wardrobe door, only to find a cute little en-suite shower room. It was all in pale blues and yellows, with pretty seaside pictures on the wall.

I walked back into the main bedroom and took my clothing from my overnight bag. I’d packed a sexy short nightie which I’d never worn before. It came with matching silk shorts. It was in electric blue, another favourite colour of mine, which enhanced the colour of my hair. Looking at the silky number, I wished I’d brought my old faithful pjs.

The window looked out over a sprawling garden with trees beyond. I could just make out the shape of a cottage inside the treeline. Diane and Michael’s home, I guessed. There were little benches along the side of the path, and a large pond. I could only imagine how beautiful it would look once spring arrived. My mind and fingers itched to paint there. Perhaps I could ask them if it would be possible to do that.

I saw Michael and the boys working on the rockery, which was off to one side. I opened the window a little so I could see better. They were laughing and joking, and I was astounded as Luca and Salvatore hefted massive rocks as though they weighed nothing at all. Luca bent down, and I craned my neck to get a better view of his ass. Too late, I realised I’d overstretched. I attempted to regain my balance, but it looked as if I was going to get up close and personal with the gravel path below my window. I screamed for help as I took a nosedive right out of the window.

A pair of arms caught me by the ankles, and I squealed as I was less than an inch away from smashing my face on the path. Luca. And then Salvatore was there, clutching at my waist and righting me. I shook and whimpered, nestling close to his chest. Luca flew beside us.

“We’ve got you, bella. We’ve always got you,” Luca whispered.

They set me down on the path. My legs were like jelly after my brief brush with death. The guys were trembling too. Their wings had gone, and they now held me close in the safety of their arms. Michael ran over, and Diane came from inside the house. Obviously, she’d heard my shriek of terror.

“I… I’m okay, everyone. Just overbalanced when I looked out of the window,” I said.

“Diane, would you be kind enough to get Angelina some hot, sweet tea, please?” Salvatore asked her.

“Of course.” She headed back inside.

Luca and Salvatore led me indoors and into a cosy sitting room with large sofas. I flopped down on the closest sofa, the brothers sat either side of me. They stroked my hair, my face, and my arms, whispering words of comfort.

“What were you doing?” Luca asked.

“I… I’d rather not say,” I stammered.

Salvatore took my chin between his hands and gazed into my eyes as though searching for the reason. My cheeks heated, and I lowered my head. The brothers pressed closer to me, the heat from their bare skin making my head spin.

“Come on,” Luca whispered as his lips brushed my ear.

“I was admiring the view of the garden.” My blush deepened. My heart fluttered in my chest at their scent and bare, muscled chests.

“I think there’s more to this than she’s letting on, Sal,” Luca said over my head.

Salvatore let loose a wicked chuckle, which did little to calm down my burning cheeks. They brushed the hair away from my neck and placed teasing kisses all over my skin. I trembled and whimpered when they nipped my earlobes with their teeth. Two hands trailed up and down my legs, the other two tortured the back of my neck.

“Oh, God, stop,” I begged, not really meaning it.

“Not until you tell us why you were leaning so far out of the window,” Salvatore murmured, nibbling my earlobe.

With what little strength I possessed, I pushed away from them and stood up. I headed for the other side of the room, close to the French doors which led back out to the garden.

“I was taking a look at Luca’s ass when he bent over.” I turned away from them and looked out at the garden.

I felt their warm bodies pressed against my back. Salvatore spun me around, pressing himself flush against me, and Luca stood behind me. His hands grabbed my hips, and he ground his hard length against me, and his brother did the same. God, my body turned liquid.

“You naughty girl. We ruined our T-shirts to save you, only to discover you were having wicked thoughts about our bodies. How shall we punish her, Luca?”

“Kiss her until she can’t breathe,” he whispered against my neck.

Salvatore crushed his lips to mine, plundering my mouth with force, gyrating his cock against my belly. Luca worked my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin, his erection burning against my lower back. I have no idea how long this continued, but I was relieved when Diane knocked at the door. With lightning speed, they sat me back down on the sofa, sitting either side of me, their legs crossed so their erections wouldn’t be on full display.

“Come in, Diane,” Salvatore called out.

“Here you are, love. This should help. You still look very shaken.”

I was, but not for the reasons Diane thought.

“Thank you.” I took the mug from her, happy to have something to focus on.

When she left, they got up and headed back for the French doors. Although I felt the loss of contact, my body was happy to have time to calm down a little. They turned to study me, and I knew they were using telepathy when they both chuckled.

“We will discuss this naughty behaviour of yours at great length… when you least expect it.”

I sat with my mouth gaping at Salvatore’s statement, wondering what the hell would happen to me.