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Hazel shook her head. “Not sure it would be smart to step into the middle of that argument. I get a feeling it’s been going on for a while.”
“Epic battle,” Kayden joked. “Lots of bloodshed on both sides.”
“Yeah, I’m just gonna go ahead and peace out on that now.” Her bright green eyes twinkled. God, she was gorgeous. And feisty. And funny. And fun.
And he had it bad for her. Tony claimed Luca would fall hard, and it occurred to Kayden, he’d gone down twice. First for Aldo, and now Hazel.
“How have things been going back at the house?” Aldo asked Hazel.
“It’s wonderful. I’ve never stayed in a house that feels like a real home. You know what I mean?”
Kayden didn’t, actually, but Hazel didn’t stop talking to wait for a reply.
“All the furniture is plush and clean, and the bed I’m sleeping in is so cushy and comfy and huge, and your Nonna actually made the quilt on it. It’s so beautiful, I can’t believe she uses it. Something that special feels like it should be tucked away. And the house always smells like fresh-baked bread. It’s like the smell is soaked into everything and it’s just…God, it’s just Heaven on earth.”
Kayden grinned, happy that she was so happy, but curious once more about where she came from. She’d never been in a house that felt like a home? That might be the saddest thing he’d ever heard in his life.
“Nonno doing okay?” Aldo asked.
She nodded. “He’s doing great. We take little walks every day. He’s eating well, taking his medicine, the healing is going slower than he’d like, but that’s because of his age. Liza wasn’t kidding about him thinking he’s only sixty. He seriously believes he should be able to just hop out of bed and carry on as normal. And I’ve never met such a sharp guy. His mind is like a steel trap. You’ve seen him playing Jeopardy. The man is a walking encyclopedia. He knows so much about so many fascinating subjects, and his stories! Oh my God, he’s so funny. I could listen to him talk all day.”
Hazel stopped, looking at both of them. “Sorry. Got on a bit of a roll there, didn’t I?”
Aldo reached over and grasped her hand. “You never have to apologize for liking my nonno. Just proves you have great taste in people. He’s a hell of a guy.”
“He really is,” Kayden chimed in from the back.
“And your nonna is so sweet,” Hazel said, smiling. “She’s been so patient while she tries to teach me how to cook. Tomorrow, she’s promised to teach me how to make pasta from scratch, which I have to admit, I didn’t even know was a thing. I swear she makes the best food I’ve ever tasted.”
“Wait until you taste Aunt Berta’s cooking. She might be the only woman on the planet who can give Nonna a run for her money in the kitchen. Uncle Renzo swore that’s why he grabbed hold of her and married her so quick. They only dated two months, going out to restaurants until Aunt Berta invited him over for a home-cooked meal one night. Uncle Renzo said after the first bite, he knew she was the woman for him and by the third bite, he was planning his proposal. Aunt Berta always used to give him shit when he told that story. Kept at him until he’d relent and say he married her for love. Of course, the second she looked away, he’d wink at us.”
“Sounds like he got Nonno’s sense of humor,” Hazel observed. “The Moretti men do like to tease.”
Aldo chuckled. “That we do.”
“This is the best job I’ve ever had, Aldo. I can’t thank you and your family enough for giving me a chance.”
He shook his head. “We’re the ones who should be thanking you.”
Hazel didn’t look like she agreed, but she didn’t argue the point. Just smiled at Aldo like he hung the sun.
Aldo parked near the two restaurants, and the three of them placed their order at Pat’s, then headed over to Geno’s. It was too cold to eat them outside in the park, so they returned to the truck, the savory smell of cheese and onions filling the cab.
“Oh my God.” Hazel treated them to her food moans after trying both. “So good.”
Kayden’s cock twitched at the sound of her moan, and he made a mental note to do whatever it took to hear it again at least three more times tonight. He was riding the razor’s edge here, aware he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Hazel. If they got her alone tonight, all bets were off.
“So you guys used to be roommates?” Hazel picked up a new conversation, deftly avoiding telling them which cheesesteak she preferred.
Kayden nodded. “Yeah. Until my parents died, and then I moved back home.”
Hazel considered that. “You never considered living together again after Keeley moved out?”
“We have,” Aldo replied. “Conversation comes up every year when my lease renews. We’ve just never pulled the trigger.”
“Seems wasteful to pay rent when Kayden has such a nice, big house,” she mused.
“You’re right,” Aldo agreed. “My lease is up at the end of next month,” he said to Kayden. “Maybe this year…”
Kayden knew what Aldo was thinking—or maybe hoping was a better word. They were both falling for Hazel Walsh, and while they’d only known her a month, they were showing shades of Aldo’s uncle Renzo, ready to make huge leaps to claim her, keep her.
“We should talk about it again,” Kayden said. “Take it a bit more seriously this year.”
Aldo’s face broke into a big grin. “We should.”
Hazel polished off the last of her cheesesteaks, wiping her hands and mouth.
“Okay. So we’re going to need an answer. Which one is better?” Aldo asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “They’re both equally great,” she replied diplomatically.
“Chicken shit.” Aldo chuckled, collecting their trash and hopping out of the truck to toss it. “Do me a favor,” he said when he got back in, “don’t tell Nonno we had cheesesteaks, or we’ll catch holy hell for not bringing him one back.”
“He can’t eat that,” Hazel said.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean he won’t still be pissed. The man loves his cheesesteaks.” Aldo started the car. “Where to next?”
Hazel glanced at the truck clock. “I really should—”
“We’ve only been gone an hour. Which means you’re ours for at least two more,” Kayden interjected. “Luca’s there and not going anywhere until we get back. If they need you, they’ll call.”
“Fine. You win.” Hazel peered at him over her shoulder, then gave him the sexiest grin he’d ever seen. “Sooo,” she drawled, “whose place is closer? Yours or Aldo’s?”
Aldo put the car in drive. “We can be at my apartment in ten minutes.”
Hazel laughed when he hit the gas hard, pulling back out onto the street quickly.
“Don’t make me write a speeding ticket from the backseat,” Kayden joked.
Aldo ignored him and, thanks to some traffic light luck, they made it to his apartment in eight minutes.
The three of them walked in together, and the second the door closed behind them, Kayden pushed Hazel against it, his lips slamming down on hers.
Aldo’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Take it easy on our girl, Kay.”
Kayden considered the request, but before he could act on it, their girl nipped his lower lip, hard, adding her own sense of urgency to the kiss.
He pulled his face away, just barely. “You want to play rough?”
His question had Aldo shifting, coming to stand where he could see both of them. “Rough?”
“Our girl,” Kayden said, repeating Aldo’s words, stressing them, “has teeth.”
Kayden could taste the slightly salty tang that told him she drew blood. Aldo’s gaze landed on his lips, his eyes darkening with lust.
“That she does.” Aldo reached out to grip Hazel’s hip.
“What are you going to do about it?” Hazel was purposely provoking them, which meant she knew exactly what she wanted.
Kayden rested his forehead against hers. “Playing the brat?”
She grinned shamelessly. “Who says I’m playing?”
“Need your ass spanked, Hazel?” Kayden kept his tone deliberately light, almost playful. “You know you don’t have to misbehave. Just ask for it. Like a good girl.”
He saw her quick intake of breath, knew his words had packed a punch, so he added more fuel to the fire.
“You want to be good for us, don’t you? You want to behave, but you also want me to put you over my lap and spank that cute little ass. Spankings aren’t just for bad girls.”
Hazel licked her lips, her eyes growing heavy with lust.
“Ask him,” Aldo murmured in her ear. “Ask him to spank you.”
Hazel’s lashes fluttered as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her body soft in his arms as her arousal took over. “Spank me,” she whispered.
Kayden shook his head. “Ask nicer.”
Her gaze lifted to his, her cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. He was going to make sure her ass matched her face in a few minutes.
She drew in a deep breath. “Please spank me, Kayden. Please,” she added a second time.
He pulled away from her, taking her hand in his as he led her to the bedroom. They’d spent too much time on couches these past few weeks, and he was done with that. Their make-out sessions at the Morettis’ had done little more than leave them all sexually frustrated, as they’d limited their play to kisses and touching—with clothes on. Nothing more serious than dry humping, which—to Hazel’s credit—was still pretty fucking hot.
No. Tonight, it was time for a bed.
Hazel stumbled just a step as they crossed the threshold to Aldo’s bedroom. His best friend wasn’t exactly a neat freak, but he typically kept his mess contained to a pile of dirty clothes in one corner, his bed made—not necessarily with hospital corners but with the cover pulled up at least.
Aldo was right behind her, so he wrapped his arms around her waist. “All you have to say is stop, and we will.” His words reminded Kayden why they hadn’t ventured into their kinks, his comments about trust still true.
Hazel stared at Aldo for a moment, then looked back at Kayden. “I know you won’t hurt me. I know you’ll stop if I ask.”
Her words struck him like lightning, and while he wasn’t sure Hazel realized exactly what she’d given them, he did.
She’d just proved that she trusted them.
Aldo grinned at him, then kissed her on the cheek. “Good. Now take off your pants. It’s your first spanking and I want you to feel every single bit of it.”
Kayden might have expected some level of shyness, considering how inexperienced she was, but Hazel revealed nothing more than outright enthusiasm. She quickly unfastened her jeans, bending at the waist to tug off her shoes and socks. Aldo, still behind her, took advantage, looking at her ass then wiggling his eyebrows at Kayden.
Kayden rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to laugh.
Once she’d shed her jeans, Kayden grasped her hand, leading her to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he lost no time tugging her over his lap. Hazel put up no resistance, but he suspected that wouldn’t always be the case. She wanted this experience, so for tonight, she was all-in.
However, she was a headstrong woman who took far too much onto her shoulders. At some point in the future, she was going to balk when he told her to slow down, was going to push the dominant man inside him too far, and that was when he was going to show her how spankings weren’t just for pleasure or punishment, but for those times when she needed to escape as well.
He ran his hand over her bottom, the skin soft, smooth. She was pale, a blank canvas that he couldn’t wait to add color to.
Aldo approached, kneeling down in front of him. Their eyes met, for just a moment, before Kayden lifted his hand and brought it down. He didn’t hold back. Hazel jerked in his lap, her hands pressing against his thigh as if she might try to stand up and run away. He was prepared to keep her in place, but he didn’t have to because she didn’t move.
Instead, she sighed. A contented sigh that sounded at peace. And it told Kayden that she was truly made for him. For them.
Aldo ran his hand over Hazel’s long red curls, brushing them out of her face. She turned to look at him, the two staring at each other as Kayden added another smack, then another, and another. She held still through it all, though her breathing grew more rapid. She didn’t look away from Aldo, who was now cupping her face, telling her how beautiful she was, how brave, how incredible.
Kayden ran his fingers along her slit, the tips slipping through her arousal. She was soaking wet. Hazel’s legs parted, offering him better access, and he took advantage of it, pushing two fingers inside her.
Her ass rose and when she started to move, it wasn’t to pull away, but to thrust back on his fingers, driving him deeper. He let her. Gave her free rein to take what she wanted, what she needed from this.
He wouldn’t always do that. In fact, most times, he wouldn’t. He hadn’t lied about his need for complete control. It was why he was so fond of bondage, of tying his lovers up so they had no choice but to cede all the power to him.
Hazel whimpered when he curled his fingers inside her, added a third, added more force.
“God, yes. Please.”
Aldo shifted closer, placing kiss after kiss on her flushed cheek, whispering sweet nothings and dirty, dirty descriptions of what they would do to her. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, and she cried out when he removed them.
“No!” Her complaints died on her lips when he struck her ass again, a half dozen more hard slaps that had her writhing on his lap.
“Hold still,” Kayden demanded.
She tried. He could tell she did, but when he continued the spanking, Kayden realized she was too far gone, too deep in subspace to be cognizant of her surroundings.
He caught Aldo’s eyes, tilted his head, telling him with expressions rather than words what to do. It spoke to their long friendship that Aldo knew exactly what Kayden wanted.
Aldo moved slightly, Hazel completely unaware, her ass rising and falling, her pussy searching, seeking for more.
She was right there at the brink, so when he and Aldo both thrust in with a finger each, she flew apart at the seams, yelling their names, gasping for breath, trembling between them.
It was the most beautiful thing Kayden had ever seen.
Aldo’s eyes met his, and they were filled with the same wonder Kayden felt. The two of them leaned forward, reaching over Hazel’s body until their lips met. Her orgasm still twitched around their fingers as they kissed.
It was a hard, passionate kiss, one of promise and relief and joy. Because they’d found it.
True love. With each other. And with Hazel.
Now all they had to do was tell her.
And pray she didn’t run away.
Chapter Sixteen
“I’ll get it,” Hazel called out when there was a knock at the door. Nonno was in the bedroom, reading a book, while Nonna was in the kitchen starting dinner. She hesitated when her hand reached the knob, pulling away briefly.
She hadn’t said anything to anyone, but for the past few days, she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched. She’d suffered the same thing when she first arrived in Philadelphia, constantly looking over her shoulder, expecting the police to show up and arrest her. But it had faded after talking to her mom and learning the police hadn’t come by the apartment.
She wasn’t stupid enough to believe she was out of the doghouse, because Hazel couldn’t recall a single time in her life when the rug hadn’t been ripped out from under her feet. So the return of this feeling was unnerving, giving her the sense that things were about to go horribly, horribly wrong.
“Stop it,” she muttered to herself. While she knew she was in a safe place, Boston Hazel still rose to the surface, prompting her to walk over to the front window and peer out to see who was there.
She was relieved when she spotted Jess and several others standing on the porch.
“Hey!” Hazel opened the door and stepped aside as Tony, Jess, and Aunt Berta filed in. She smiled at the little boy holding Tony’s hand.
“You must be Jasper,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.
The boy, who was the spit of his mother, gave her a wide, missing-several-teeth grin, as he took her hand and shook it. “And you’re Nurse Hazel,” he replied. “Mommy said you’re taking care of Nonno.”
“I am.”
“Mommy says I’m not allowed to jump on him or hug him too hard,” Jasper went on to say.
“Your mommy is right,” a man Hazel didn’t know said, stepping forward. “Hi, Hazel. I’m Rhys Beaumont.”
“Nice to meet you.” Hazel shook Rhys’s hand, recalling Jess telling her that her second boyfriend was a doctor. Hazel had met most of the Morettis by now, and there was no denying they had a very, very good gene pool. The entire family was unbelievably attractive, every single guy drop-dead gorgeous. The same held true for their friends as well, because Rafe, Kayden, and Rhys were equally handsome.
“If I promise to be gentle, can I go see Nonno?” Jasper asked.
Hazel nodded. “I think he’d love to see you. He’s in his bedroom.”
Jasper started down the hall at a sprint until Tony called out, “That’s not a gentle walk.”
The boy stopped in his tracks, then sighed heavily before moving at a slower pace.
Hazel couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at Jess. “He’s the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen.”
Jess smiled and hugged her. “Okay, we’re here now, so you’re relieved of duty.”
“What?”
Before Jess could reply, the front door opened again, Kayden and Aldo walking in.
“What are you guys doing here?” Hazel felt a slight heat that told her she was probably blushing. It had been four nights since she’d seen them, since they’d whisked her out for cheesesteaks, then rocked her world with that spanking. Hazel’s libido had been on a slow, constant simmer since then, her body refusing to settle down. One look at them, and it was as if all her fun girlie bits came to life, ready to strike the bell for the next round.
“Epic battle,” Kayden joked. “Lots of bloodshed on both sides.”
“Yeah, I’m just gonna go ahead and peace out on that now.” Her bright green eyes twinkled. God, she was gorgeous. And feisty. And funny. And fun.
And he had it bad for her. Tony claimed Luca would fall hard, and it occurred to Kayden, he’d gone down twice. First for Aldo, and now Hazel.
“How have things been going back at the house?” Aldo asked Hazel.
“It’s wonderful. I’ve never stayed in a house that feels like a real home. You know what I mean?”
Kayden didn’t, actually, but Hazel didn’t stop talking to wait for a reply.
“All the furniture is plush and clean, and the bed I’m sleeping in is so cushy and comfy and huge, and your Nonna actually made the quilt on it. It’s so beautiful, I can’t believe she uses it. Something that special feels like it should be tucked away. And the house always smells like fresh-baked bread. It’s like the smell is soaked into everything and it’s just…God, it’s just Heaven on earth.”
Kayden grinned, happy that she was so happy, but curious once more about where she came from. She’d never been in a house that felt like a home? That might be the saddest thing he’d ever heard in his life.
“Nonno doing okay?” Aldo asked.
She nodded. “He’s doing great. We take little walks every day. He’s eating well, taking his medicine, the healing is going slower than he’d like, but that’s because of his age. Liza wasn’t kidding about him thinking he’s only sixty. He seriously believes he should be able to just hop out of bed and carry on as normal. And I’ve never met such a sharp guy. His mind is like a steel trap. You’ve seen him playing Jeopardy. The man is a walking encyclopedia. He knows so much about so many fascinating subjects, and his stories! Oh my God, he’s so funny. I could listen to him talk all day.”
Hazel stopped, looking at both of them. “Sorry. Got on a bit of a roll there, didn’t I?”
Aldo reached over and grasped her hand. “You never have to apologize for liking my nonno. Just proves you have great taste in people. He’s a hell of a guy.”
“He really is,” Kayden chimed in from the back.
“And your nonna is so sweet,” Hazel said, smiling. “She’s been so patient while she tries to teach me how to cook. Tomorrow, she’s promised to teach me how to make pasta from scratch, which I have to admit, I didn’t even know was a thing. I swear she makes the best food I’ve ever tasted.”
“Wait until you taste Aunt Berta’s cooking. She might be the only woman on the planet who can give Nonna a run for her money in the kitchen. Uncle Renzo swore that’s why he grabbed hold of her and married her so quick. They only dated two months, going out to restaurants until Aunt Berta invited him over for a home-cooked meal one night. Uncle Renzo said after the first bite, he knew she was the woman for him and by the third bite, he was planning his proposal. Aunt Berta always used to give him shit when he told that story. Kept at him until he’d relent and say he married her for love. Of course, the second she looked away, he’d wink at us.”
“Sounds like he got Nonno’s sense of humor,” Hazel observed. “The Moretti men do like to tease.”
Aldo chuckled. “That we do.”
“This is the best job I’ve ever had, Aldo. I can’t thank you and your family enough for giving me a chance.”
He shook his head. “We’re the ones who should be thanking you.”
Hazel didn’t look like she agreed, but she didn’t argue the point. Just smiled at Aldo like he hung the sun.
Aldo parked near the two restaurants, and the three of them placed their order at Pat’s, then headed over to Geno’s. It was too cold to eat them outside in the park, so they returned to the truck, the savory smell of cheese and onions filling the cab.
“Oh my God.” Hazel treated them to her food moans after trying both. “So good.”
Kayden’s cock twitched at the sound of her moan, and he made a mental note to do whatever it took to hear it again at least three more times tonight. He was riding the razor’s edge here, aware he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Hazel. If they got her alone tonight, all bets were off.
“So you guys used to be roommates?” Hazel picked up a new conversation, deftly avoiding telling them which cheesesteak she preferred.
Kayden nodded. “Yeah. Until my parents died, and then I moved back home.”
Hazel considered that. “You never considered living together again after Keeley moved out?”
“We have,” Aldo replied. “Conversation comes up every year when my lease renews. We’ve just never pulled the trigger.”
“Seems wasteful to pay rent when Kayden has such a nice, big house,” she mused.
“You’re right,” Aldo agreed. “My lease is up at the end of next month,” he said to Kayden. “Maybe this year…”
Kayden knew what Aldo was thinking—or maybe hoping was a better word. They were both falling for Hazel Walsh, and while they’d only known her a month, they were showing shades of Aldo’s uncle Renzo, ready to make huge leaps to claim her, keep her.
“We should talk about it again,” Kayden said. “Take it a bit more seriously this year.”
Aldo’s face broke into a big grin. “We should.”
Hazel polished off the last of her cheesesteaks, wiping her hands and mouth.
“Okay. So we’re going to need an answer. Which one is better?” Aldo asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “They’re both equally great,” she replied diplomatically.
“Chicken shit.” Aldo chuckled, collecting their trash and hopping out of the truck to toss it. “Do me a favor,” he said when he got back in, “don’t tell Nonno we had cheesesteaks, or we’ll catch holy hell for not bringing him one back.”
“He can’t eat that,” Hazel said.
“I know, but that doesn’t mean he won’t still be pissed. The man loves his cheesesteaks.” Aldo started the car. “Where to next?”
Hazel glanced at the truck clock. “I really should—”
“We’ve only been gone an hour. Which means you’re ours for at least two more,” Kayden interjected. “Luca’s there and not going anywhere until we get back. If they need you, they’ll call.”
“Fine. You win.” Hazel peered at him over her shoulder, then gave him the sexiest grin he’d ever seen. “Sooo,” she drawled, “whose place is closer? Yours or Aldo’s?”
Aldo put the car in drive. “We can be at my apartment in ten minutes.”
Hazel laughed when he hit the gas hard, pulling back out onto the street quickly.
“Don’t make me write a speeding ticket from the backseat,” Kayden joked.
Aldo ignored him and, thanks to some traffic light luck, they made it to his apartment in eight minutes.
The three of them walked in together, and the second the door closed behind them, Kayden pushed Hazel against it, his lips slamming down on hers.
Aldo’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Take it easy on our girl, Kay.”
Kayden considered the request, but before he could act on it, their girl nipped his lower lip, hard, adding her own sense of urgency to the kiss.
He pulled his face away, just barely. “You want to play rough?”
His question had Aldo shifting, coming to stand where he could see both of them. “Rough?”
“Our girl,” Kayden said, repeating Aldo’s words, stressing them, “has teeth.”
Kayden could taste the slightly salty tang that told him she drew blood. Aldo’s gaze landed on his lips, his eyes darkening with lust.
“That she does.” Aldo reached out to grip Hazel’s hip.
“What are you going to do about it?” Hazel was purposely provoking them, which meant she knew exactly what she wanted.
Kayden rested his forehead against hers. “Playing the brat?”
She grinned shamelessly. “Who says I’m playing?”
“Need your ass spanked, Hazel?” Kayden kept his tone deliberately light, almost playful. “You know you don’t have to misbehave. Just ask for it. Like a good girl.”
He saw her quick intake of breath, knew his words had packed a punch, so he added more fuel to the fire.
“You want to be good for us, don’t you? You want to behave, but you also want me to put you over my lap and spank that cute little ass. Spankings aren’t just for bad girls.”
Hazel licked her lips, her eyes growing heavy with lust.
“Ask him,” Aldo murmured in her ear. “Ask him to spank you.”
Hazel’s lashes fluttered as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her body soft in his arms as her arousal took over. “Spank me,” she whispered.
Kayden shook his head. “Ask nicer.”
Her gaze lifted to his, her cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. He was going to make sure her ass matched her face in a few minutes.
She drew in a deep breath. “Please spank me, Kayden. Please,” she added a second time.
He pulled away from her, taking her hand in his as he led her to the bedroom. They’d spent too much time on couches these past few weeks, and he was done with that. Their make-out sessions at the Morettis’ had done little more than leave them all sexually frustrated, as they’d limited their play to kisses and touching—with clothes on. Nothing more serious than dry humping, which—to Hazel’s credit—was still pretty fucking hot.
No. Tonight, it was time for a bed.
Hazel stumbled just a step as they crossed the threshold to Aldo’s bedroom. His best friend wasn’t exactly a neat freak, but he typically kept his mess contained to a pile of dirty clothes in one corner, his bed made—not necessarily with hospital corners but with the cover pulled up at least.
Aldo was right behind her, so he wrapped his arms around her waist. “All you have to say is stop, and we will.” His words reminded Kayden why they hadn’t ventured into their kinks, his comments about trust still true.
Hazel stared at Aldo for a moment, then looked back at Kayden. “I know you won’t hurt me. I know you’ll stop if I ask.”
Her words struck him like lightning, and while he wasn’t sure Hazel realized exactly what she’d given them, he did.
She’d just proved that she trusted them.
Aldo grinned at him, then kissed her on the cheek. “Good. Now take off your pants. It’s your first spanking and I want you to feel every single bit of it.”
Kayden might have expected some level of shyness, considering how inexperienced she was, but Hazel revealed nothing more than outright enthusiasm. She quickly unfastened her jeans, bending at the waist to tug off her shoes and socks. Aldo, still behind her, took advantage, looking at her ass then wiggling his eyebrows at Kayden.
Kayden rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to laugh.
Once she’d shed her jeans, Kayden grasped her hand, leading her to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he lost no time tugging her over his lap. Hazel put up no resistance, but he suspected that wouldn’t always be the case. She wanted this experience, so for tonight, she was all-in.
However, she was a headstrong woman who took far too much onto her shoulders. At some point in the future, she was going to balk when he told her to slow down, was going to push the dominant man inside him too far, and that was when he was going to show her how spankings weren’t just for pleasure or punishment, but for those times when she needed to escape as well.
He ran his hand over her bottom, the skin soft, smooth. She was pale, a blank canvas that he couldn’t wait to add color to.
Aldo approached, kneeling down in front of him. Their eyes met, for just a moment, before Kayden lifted his hand and brought it down. He didn’t hold back. Hazel jerked in his lap, her hands pressing against his thigh as if she might try to stand up and run away. He was prepared to keep her in place, but he didn’t have to because she didn’t move.
Instead, she sighed. A contented sigh that sounded at peace. And it told Kayden that she was truly made for him. For them.
Aldo ran his hand over Hazel’s long red curls, brushing them out of her face. She turned to look at him, the two staring at each other as Kayden added another smack, then another, and another. She held still through it all, though her breathing grew more rapid. She didn’t look away from Aldo, who was now cupping her face, telling her how beautiful she was, how brave, how incredible.
Kayden ran his fingers along her slit, the tips slipping through her arousal. She was soaking wet. Hazel’s legs parted, offering him better access, and he took advantage of it, pushing two fingers inside her.
Her ass rose and when she started to move, it wasn’t to pull away, but to thrust back on his fingers, driving him deeper. He let her. Gave her free rein to take what she wanted, what she needed from this.
He wouldn’t always do that. In fact, most times, he wouldn’t. He hadn’t lied about his need for complete control. It was why he was so fond of bondage, of tying his lovers up so they had no choice but to cede all the power to him.
Hazel whimpered when he curled his fingers inside her, added a third, added more force.
“God, yes. Please.”
Aldo shifted closer, placing kiss after kiss on her flushed cheek, whispering sweet nothings and dirty, dirty descriptions of what they would do to her. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, and she cried out when he removed them.
“No!” Her complaints died on her lips when he struck her ass again, a half dozen more hard slaps that had her writhing on his lap.
“Hold still,” Kayden demanded.
She tried. He could tell she did, but when he continued the spanking, Kayden realized she was too far gone, too deep in subspace to be cognizant of her surroundings.
He caught Aldo’s eyes, tilted his head, telling him with expressions rather than words what to do. It spoke to their long friendship that Aldo knew exactly what Kayden wanted.
Aldo moved slightly, Hazel completely unaware, her ass rising and falling, her pussy searching, seeking for more.
She was right there at the brink, so when he and Aldo both thrust in with a finger each, she flew apart at the seams, yelling their names, gasping for breath, trembling between them.
It was the most beautiful thing Kayden had ever seen.
Aldo’s eyes met his, and they were filled with the same wonder Kayden felt. The two of them leaned forward, reaching over Hazel’s body until their lips met. Her orgasm still twitched around their fingers as they kissed.
It was a hard, passionate kiss, one of promise and relief and joy. Because they’d found it.
True love. With each other. And with Hazel.
Now all they had to do was tell her.
And pray she didn’t run away.
Chapter Sixteen
“I’ll get it,” Hazel called out when there was a knock at the door. Nonno was in the bedroom, reading a book, while Nonna was in the kitchen starting dinner. She hesitated when her hand reached the knob, pulling away briefly.
She hadn’t said anything to anyone, but for the past few days, she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched. She’d suffered the same thing when she first arrived in Philadelphia, constantly looking over her shoulder, expecting the police to show up and arrest her. But it had faded after talking to her mom and learning the police hadn’t come by the apartment.
She wasn’t stupid enough to believe she was out of the doghouse, because Hazel couldn’t recall a single time in her life when the rug hadn’t been ripped out from under her feet. So the return of this feeling was unnerving, giving her the sense that things were about to go horribly, horribly wrong.
“Stop it,” she muttered to herself. While she knew she was in a safe place, Boston Hazel still rose to the surface, prompting her to walk over to the front window and peer out to see who was there.
She was relieved when she spotted Jess and several others standing on the porch.
“Hey!” Hazel opened the door and stepped aside as Tony, Jess, and Aunt Berta filed in. She smiled at the little boy holding Tony’s hand.
“You must be Jasper,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.
The boy, who was the spit of his mother, gave her a wide, missing-several-teeth grin, as he took her hand and shook it. “And you’re Nurse Hazel,” he replied. “Mommy said you’re taking care of Nonno.”
“I am.”
“Mommy says I’m not allowed to jump on him or hug him too hard,” Jasper went on to say.
“Your mommy is right,” a man Hazel didn’t know said, stepping forward. “Hi, Hazel. I’m Rhys Beaumont.”
“Nice to meet you.” Hazel shook Rhys’s hand, recalling Jess telling her that her second boyfriend was a doctor. Hazel had met most of the Morettis by now, and there was no denying they had a very, very good gene pool. The entire family was unbelievably attractive, every single guy drop-dead gorgeous. The same held true for their friends as well, because Rafe, Kayden, and Rhys were equally handsome.
“If I promise to be gentle, can I go see Nonno?” Jasper asked.
Hazel nodded. “I think he’d love to see you. He’s in his bedroom.”
Jasper started down the hall at a sprint until Tony called out, “That’s not a gentle walk.”
The boy stopped in his tracks, then sighed heavily before moving at a slower pace.
Hazel couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at Jess. “He’s the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen.”
Jess smiled and hugged her. “Okay, we’re here now, so you’re relieved of duty.”
“What?”
Before Jess could reply, the front door opened again, Kayden and Aldo walking in.
“What are you guys doing here?” Hazel felt a slight heat that told her she was probably blushing. It had been four nights since she’d seen them, since they’d whisked her out for cheesesteaks, then rocked her world with that spanking. Hazel’s libido had been on a slow, constant simmer since then, her body refusing to settle down. One look at them, and it was as if all her fun girlie bits came to life, ready to strike the bell for the next round.
