Marcus blew out his breath and let his hand fall from Damiano’s shoulder. “You can beat this, D. I believe that, and you have to believe it or you’re going to lose. That’s all I can offer you. Tyana believes in you and so do your brothers. Don’t let them down by giving up. Don’t let yourself down.”
Damiano reached for Marcus’s hand and grasped it tightly. “I don’t know that I’ve ever thanked you for everything you’ve done for me and Ty.”
“Falcon saved me,” he said simply. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to repay that debt.”
Damiano shook his head. “You’re family now. There are no debts among family.”
A sound outside the small room had Marcus turning his head. He got awkwardly to his feet and extended a hand down to Damiano. “That’ll be Nali. Come, and I’ll introduce you.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Her stomach growled, and she remembered breakfast had been forgotten. And now it was well past lunch as well. Katie got out of bed and hurriedly dressed. When she stuck her head into the living room, she found it empty.
Distant noise from the kitchen told her where they were, and she headed in that direction. She rounded the corner and found both men in the process of making lunch.
“Hey, there she is,” Braden said when he looked up. “We wondered if you’d slipped into a coma.”
She grinned and leaned against the cabinets close to the stove.
Ian walked over to her and pressed inward, crowding her with his big body. He bent to kiss her. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes bright with concern.
She reached up to touch his face, her fingers trailing down the slight stubble at his jaw. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been better.”
“I’m glad,” he said simply.
“Have a seat,” Braden called. “I’m about to dish it up.”
Ian kissed her quickly again before backing away so she could go to the table. Braden’s gaze followed her as she slid into her seat, and she smiled up at him, allowing the full force of her contentment to shine through. A dimpled grin was her reward as he ambled over, skillet in hand to scoop out her omelet onto her plate.
Not to be outdone by his older brother, evidently, he cupped her chin with his free hand and gave her a lingering kiss. She savored it, his taste and the heated feel of his lips over hers. It was a possessive kiss, one meant to remind her of his ownership of her body.
As much as she should have balked at such a notion, she couldn’t help but enjoy a delicious shiver.
“You’re ours, Katie,” he murmured as he released her mouth. “Whatever you’re thinking or feeling, you remember that fact.”
A flutter started deep in her stomach. She loved that they were so possessive, and she loved it even more that they didn’t treat her like a piece of glass. Sex with them had been volatile. Edgy and rough. They’d treated her like an equal.
Braden returned to the stove while Katie dug into her food. Moments later, both men joined her with their own plates.
“How is your wound?” Ian asked between bites.
Both were looking at her like they’d prefer to have her for lunch. Her cheeks went warm, and a flush worked over her body at the blatant sensuality in their stares.
“It’s fine,” she said. It was a lie. It ached like a bitch, but there was no way in hell she was telling them that. Not when the promise of more really scorching sex reflected in their emerald stares.
“I’ll have a look at it after you finish eating,” Ian said in a tone that suggested he’d be looking at a whole lot more.
She slid the last bite over her tongue, letting the tines linger at the tip. The bitch of it was, she could really get used to being taken care of by these two men. As much as Gabe had taught her never to rely on anyone but herself, surrendering her wellbeing to Ian and Braden was so potently tempting that she’d begun to fantasize about it in her waking hours.
And that sort of fanciful mess was what had gotten her into trouble with Paulo and Ricardo. Because at the heart of her abrasive, bitch-on-wheels attitude was a woman who wanted to be loved and cared for. Apparently she was like every other woman out there, and quite frankly, it pissed her off that she couldn’t be smarter than that.
“Don’t you know that sex should never be analyzed, only enjoyed?” Braden drawled.
She jerked her gaze to him to find him watching her, analyzing her. Then she smiled ruefully. “Busted.”
“I love an honest woman,” he said with a grin.
“I don’t like an overly analytical one,” Ian said in amusement. “Kind of takes the fun out of really good sex.”
“Make you a deal. You don’t analyze me and I won’t analyze sex,” she said evenly.
“Deal,” Braden said. “I think we should shake on it in the bedroom.”
She stood and pushed back her plate. Resting her palms on the table, she leaned forward, letting her gaze slide suggestively over the two men. “Last one there is a rotten egg.”
She turned away, even as the scrape of chair legs over the wood floor echoed across the room. With a laugh, she bolted into a run only to be overtaken in two steps.
Oh, she loved it that they weren’t all careful and cautious with her. Ian yanked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She looked up to see Braden following, his hands unfastening his jeans with every step.
She landed on the bed with a thump, her back meeting the still-tangled covers from earlier. Both men loomed over her in various degrees of undress.
“How rough do you want it?” Ian rasped as he pulled at his shirt.
“As rough as you can make it.”
Braden crawled onto the bed, his erection heavy and swaying between his legs as he made his way up her body. “We like it rough, Katie. Not some fake, half-ass crap. Be damn sure you know what you’re in for.”
“Haven’t we had this conversation already?” she asked in exasperation.
In response, he yanked her pants down, mounted her and stroked deep. Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to move her legs, but her pants were bunched around her ankles. God, she was full, stretched so tight around him that every nerve ending in her pussy pulsed and vibrated around his thick cock.
Ian pulled at her pants and underwear, tossing them aside as her legs came free. Braden tugged at her shirt, impatient as her breasts bobbed into view. Still embedded deep, he lowered his head and nipped sharply at the puckered tips of her breasts.
Then he reared back, nearly sliding free before ramming forward again. She groaned, part in pain, part in delicious ecstasy.
“Hurt?” he asked with a grin.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Good,” he said as he captured her mouth.
Then he wrenched free and climbed upward, positioning his knees on either side of her breasts. His cock touched her chin, and he reached behind her head to grasp her hair.
His fingers tightened painfully as he yanked her forward to meet his thrust. “Suck me,” he said. “Open that pretty mouth and take me deep.”
Just as he thrust, hitting the soft tissues at the back of her throat, her legs were spread wide again and Ian mounted her. Both men rode her body, rocking back and forth, their cocks penetrating with ease.
They weren’t easy. They weren’t gentle. They took. She didn’t offer her surrender, they demanded it.
Braden’s fingers relaxed and gentled in her hair as he leaned forward and held himself for a long moment. She opened, accepting, trusting that he wouldn’t stay too long, cutting off her air supply.
“Open wide,” he said in a strained voice. “Just open and let me fuck your mouth, baby. I want all of it.”