Hot and Heavy, page 29
“Even if he didn’t,” she pointed out.
Kayden shrugged, unconcerned. “Asshole was already drunk as a skunk. He won’t remember he didn’t put up a fight.”
Hazel blinked, trying to fight back tears. She was moved by his defense of her. She’d never had anyone stand up for her the way Aldo and Kayden did, so it was going to take her some time to get used to it without tearing up.
Kayden, of course, noticed, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just cupped her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb, his affectionate look doing nothing to help her stem the tears.
“Once we book him, I’m off duty for the rest of the day. Meet the two of you in our bedroom?” Kayden asked.
Hazel grinned. “Are we still on that? I don’t remember agreeing to move in. Or get married.”
“But you will.” Kayden acted cocky enough that she considered knocking him down a peg or two, just for fun.
“I don’t know about that,” Aldo chimed in. “Apparently, Hazel finds Rafe and Gio very hot. We might have some competition.”
Kayden scowled. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Aldo and Hazel laughed, but neither bothered to put Kayden out of his misery because his jealous expression was too funny.
“We’ll meet you back at your place in a couple of hours. I promised to take Hazel by Nonno and Nonna’s. Apparently, they need visual confirmation that she’s okay.”
After hearing that, Hazel gave up beating back the tears, swiping them away as they fell, fighting to believe that all of these amazing, loving, kind people genuinely cared about her.
HER.
There was still that tiny part of her that couldn’t accept this was real, something she’d confessed last night after she, Aldo, and Kayden managed to pull themselves out of bed for a very late dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches.
They’d promised her they would spend every day for the rest of their lives proving to her just how real this was.
She’d never received a greater vow.
Kayden crossed the street, returning to the cruiser, as Aldo drove them to the Morettis’ house.
Hazel looked up when she heard the front door open. She and Aldo had returned to Kayden’s house—or “home,” as Aldo referred to it to his Nonna, when they were saying their goodbyes half an hour ago. She and Aldo had explained to the older couple why she’d run, Nonna wiping away tears as she hugged Hazel like she’d never let her go. Then Nonno insisted she come back to work as his nurse, swearing he’d relapse without her.
Hazel had been moved by their offer, their support, and their belief in her. She’d accepted the job, even though she knew as well as the Morettis did that Nonno didn’t really need her anymore. Regardless, Nonna had demanded she work the full eight weeks they’d hired her for, which meant she was still employed for three more weeks. Aldo had changed one detail of her nursing duties, saying Hazel wouldn’t be needing the guest room anymore, since she’d spend her nights with him and Kayden at “home.”
His pronouncement had Nonna crying and hugging her again, welcoming her to the family and rattling off at least a year’s worth of events where Hazel’s presence would be expected—birthday parties, a Fourth of July picnic, the viewing party planned for when Joey’s show premiered, as well as Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Nonno, the shameless joker, had hugged her as well, loudly whispering that she should run again while she had the chance.
Hazel was certain her feet hadn’t touched the ground as she and Aldo said goodbye, and she promised to report back to work bright and early the next day.
They’d plopped down onto the couch together upon their arrival here, cuddling and talking about a bunch of nothing while they waited for Kayden. She had her shoes off, her feet tucked under her, and all she could think was she’d never felt this comfortable in the apartment she’d grown up in. Then it occurred to her there were a lot of things that were going to take some getting used to.
Kayden smiled when he walked into the living room and spotted them. “That looks cozy. Give me a minute to get out of uniform and I’ll join you.”
“Or…” Aldo said, standing. “We could help you change, and you could join us another way. And by change, I mean strip you naked, and by join us, I mean sexually.”
Kayden crooked his finger at her, still sitting on the couch. “I like Aldo’s idea better.”
Hazel popped up so quickly, she almost tripped, Aldo steadying her as he chuckled.
“Last one there goes down on the other two,” Aldo joked, setting off at a mad dash down the hallway, both cheating and laughing uncontrollably. Hazel hopped on Kayden’s back in an attempt to slow him down as he cut Aldo off every time he managed to pass him. Aldo grabbed Kayden’s belt, tugging him backward, while he used his other hand to tickle Hazel. Her squirming on Kayden’s back threw him off-balance, and in the end, all three of them essentially fell into the bedroom at the same time.
She was laughing so hard, Hazel had tears running down her face. “Competitive much?”
Kayden snorted as he stripped off his police belt. “You’re one to talk. You were climbing me like a spider monkey, trying to slow me down.”
Aldo stepped in front of Kayden, unbuttoning the shirt of his uniform, adding a quick, brushing kiss to his jaw. Hazel never failed to get turned on by their genuine affection for each other. She’d been shocked when they had confessed to going cold turkey for almost a year. They were both very sexual men, and there was no denying the chemistry between them. She couldn’t believe they’d resisted each other for so long.
Kayden toed off his shoes, then shrugged off his shirt once it was unbuttoned. He drew the T-shirt he wore beneath off as well. His pants were the next to go.
Hazel took a second to admire the bulge in his boxer briefs and the way Aldo ran his hand over Kayden’s hard cock, fondling it through the soft cotton.
“Mmm,” Aldo hummed appreciatively.
“Am I the only one losing clothes?” Kayden reached out to cup Aldo’s erection as well.
“So sexy,” she whispered.
Both men turned to look at her, and once again, Kayden crooked his finger. “Get over here, Hazel.”
She stepped close, the three of them sharing the same personal space. Aldo kept one hand on Kayden’s dick while he wrapped the other around her waist, tucking her even closer before his fingers drifted south, stroking her ass.
Kayden used his free hand to grasp the nape of her neck, drawing her in, stealing a long, hot kiss. Kayden and Aldo were strong men, but they never used that strength to overpower her. When Kayden placed his hand on her like this, all Hazel felt was safe, protected.
When the two of them parted, Aldo leaned in, claiming Kayden’s lips, their kisses rougher than the ones they gave to her. Their lips came together in a way that looked almost brutal, their passion burning so bright, Hazel imagined she could feel the heat of it.
Aldo turned to kiss her next, those lips that had looked so hard when they touched Kayden’s feeling softer now. It was as if he was worshiping her mouth. She’d never been kissed so tenderly or with such affection.
They remained there for a long time, doing nothing more than kissing and touching. When she and Kayden separated after their thirtieth or fortieth kiss—she’d lost track—she cupped his face, overwhelmed by an emotion she had very little experience with. Perhaps that was why the words fell out of her.
“I love you,” she whispered, before her gaze slid to Aldo. “Both of you.”
Time froze as Hazel realized what she’d said. She’d never spoken those words aloud to anyone. Not once in her entire life.
Her own shock over speaking them now must have shone on her face as she stumbled back a step, wondering if she should take them back. None of them had mentioned love. Not yet.
Hazel shook her head, internally chastising herself. She’d been giving them shit for moving too fast, yet here she was, jumping the gun on expressing her feelings.
She started to take another step back, but neither man allowed it. Aldo gripping her waist. Kayden wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
“I shouldn’t have—” she started.
“We love you too,” Kayden replied.
“Don’t you know that?” Aldo asked.
“We haven’t…you never…” Hazel hated it when she got flustered because her ability to string words together in a coherent sentence always flew out the window.
“We haven’t said it out loud because, up until yesterday, you were a flight risk,” Kayden joked.
Hazel smirked. “So you were afraid I’d freak out if you said you loved me, but you didn’t think making plans for us to move in together, get married, and have kids would do the same?”
Aldo shrugged. “No one’s ever accused us of being too bright.”
She wanted to laugh, but that stupid asshole Boston Hazel was back, trying once again to convince her that none of this could last.
“You love me?” she asked, wincing at the slight quiver in her voice.
“So much it hurts.” Kayden kissed her on the cheek before glancing at Aldo. “And just in case you have any doubts, I love you too.”
Aldo’s eyes twinkled with pure mischief. “You think I have doubts? Jesus, man, what’s not to love? I mean, look at me. I’m sex-on-a-stick fine.”
“Cocky son of a bitch.” Kayden closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, pretending to be annoyed.
Hazel laughed, then she shouldered Aldo. “Maybe you should tell Kayden you love him too, before he changes his mind about his feelings for you.”
Aldo grinned, gripping Kayden’s shoulder with strong fingers. The two of them stared at each other, neither one saying the words aloud. They didn’t need to. Hazel had never seen love laid so bare before.
They leaned toward each other then, their foreheads touching—just for a moment—before parting and drawing her back into their embrace. It was the best hug of her life.
The kisses resumed, and soon, clothes began falling away. Once they were all naked, Kayden drew back the duvet, the three of them climbing onto the bed. She’d fallen asleep between them last night, Aldo’s chest her pillow, Kayden’s arm bracketing her waist as he spooned her.
She lifted her arms as Aldo lay down next to her, his hand finding her breast immediately. He had a thing for her tits, not that she was complaining. Especially when his lips followed, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Hazel sighed blissfully. “That feels so good.”
Kayden joined them, treating her other nipple to the same. Every so often, they’d lift their heads, sharing a kiss over her chest as Hazel’s fingers tangled in their hair.
After a few minutes, Kayden gave Aldo’s shoulder a slight push. “Roll onto your back, Al. Our pretty Hazel is going for a ride.”
Hazel didn’t have a problem with that at all. Aldo shifted, gripping her hips to pull her over him. She bent low so that she could kiss him.
The bed shifted behind her, and she heard Kayden open the nightstand drawer. At some point, she needed to make a doctor’s appointment to get on birth control. She’d never bothered before because there had never been a need. She’d always made sure her past lovers wore condoms, and since none of her relationships lasted that long, she’d never made the leap to taking contraceptives herself.
The way she, Kayden, and Aldo couldn’t be in the same room for more than an hour or so without ripping each other’s clothes off told her she’d be smart to call and set up that appointment tomorrow, or the baby-name discussion might happen before the fall wedding.
She broke off the kiss when she felt Kayden’s hand stroke along her ass. She shivered with arousal. Kayden ran his fingers through her hair, wrapping it up in his fist, using that grip to pull her up until she was kneeling over Aldo. His erection was nestled between her legs, the head resting against his stomach.
Kayden slipped a condom in her hand. “Put this on him.”
She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, Aldo’s eyes going dark with lust. Pulling out the condom, she shifted down his thighs a few inches, taking his dick in her hand.
Aldo hissed when she closed her fist around it, stroking it up and down a few times.
“Have mercy, Fireball,” he pleaded.
She reveled in this newfound power, this ability to make two of the sexiest men she’d ever met weak in the knees.
She gave him a seductive grin, then shook her head. “No mercy.” She pushed herself even lower, her thighs straddling his knees so she could run her tongue around his head, stealing a taste of precum.
Aldo groaned. “Jesus, baby.”
Hazel suspected Kayden had a plan. One that she’d fucked with, because he shifted until he was kneeling next to them, lowering his own head. “Give me a taste.”
Aldo grunted when Hazel released him with a pop, Kayden right there to take his place.
“Fuck. This is the opposite of mercy.” Aldo’s fingers white-knuckled the sheets, but he wasn’t exactly fighting them. Actually, he was meeting them halfway, lifting his hips in an attempt to push deeper into Kayden’s mouth, and then—when they switched places again—Hazel’s.
Hazel reached between his legs, cupping his balls, squeezing them. With that touch, Aldo thrust his hips higher, faster, his cock brushing the back of her throat. She hummed, so ready to ramp up their play.
Unfortunately, Kayden cut her off. His hand tugged at her hair, pulling her off Aldo’s dick, completely ignoring both of their complaints.
“Kayden,” she started.
He twisted her face to his. “What did I tell you to do?”
What the hell was it about that tone that sent electrical sparks shimmering throughout her body? Hazel couldn’t understand how he had this effect on her. She’d never—ever—given up control, so certain doing so would be her downfall.
But Kayden only had to give a command in that deep, dark voice, look at her with those stern but oh-so-sexy brown eyes, and she was ready to fall to her knees and call him master.
Trust.
The word popped into her head. That was the difference. That was why she was willing to put herself in their hands. It had taken her too much time to realize, to admit it—to them and to herself—but the truth was, she trusted them.
With her body.
With her heart.
Hell, with her life.
“You told me to put the condom on him. To ride him,” she replied.
Kayden raised one eyebrow, making it clear she’d yet to do either of those.
She turned her attention back to the condom she’d dropped in favor of stroking Aldo’s dick, picking it up and pulling it on him.
Aldo’s hips shifted slightly, his eyes drifting closed, and she got the sense he was trying to regain his own control.
Hazel rose up, intent on taking Aldo into her body, but Kayden’s hand landed on her shoulder, holding her down.
His lips brushed her shoulder, then slid along her neck, finding that perfect spot just below her ear that had her pussy clenching.
His breath tickled when he whispered in her ear, “I want to take your ass while Aldo claims your pussy.”
Hazel’s heart stopped for a split second as she let that request soak in. They’d come together countless ways—missionary, doggie style, blow jobs, Aldo taking Kayden’s ass, Kayden taking Aldo’s—but they hadn’t explored anal sex from her perspective.
Kayden gave her a kiss on the cheek. “If you don’t want that, Hazel, all you have to say is no.”
She’d spent weeks fantasizing about these men, and what Kayden wanted was the one fantasy she had played over and over in her mind.
“I want to,” she admitted. “It’s just like I told you before…that area is sort of uncharted territory.”
Aldo chuckled, but Kayden—always the more serious of the two—took what she said to heart.
“So you’ve never had anal sex before?” he clarified. “Not even with fingers?”
She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s always felt like something that…well, I’ve never really been with anyone I trusted enough to make sure it didn’t hurt. Before you two,” she hastened to add.
“We would make sure we didn’t hurt you.” Aldo offered her reassurance she didn’t need.
“I know that.” She glanced back at Kayden. “I’d like you to be my first.”
Kayden lifted her hand, placing her palm on his chest, right over his heart. “I love you.”
Those words would always set Hazel free. She gave Kayden a quick, hard kiss, then she lifted her ass, grasped Aldo’s cock, and pushed down—one fast, hard motion that left him seated to the hilt in seconds.
Her quick action took Aldo by surprise, his fingers digging into her hips, a guttural groan falling from his lips.
“Fuuuuuck.” Tightening his hold, Aldo held her steady, tilting her hips, until the head of his cock hit her G-spot.
“God!” she cried on a gasp.
“Come here, Fireball.” Aldo reached up, drawing her down until their chests were touching. “Lay your head on my shoulder while Kayden gets you ready.”
Ready.
She did as Aldo said, loving the sweet kisses he pressed to the top of her head, the soothing words he murmured as Kayden knelt behind her, his hands drawing the globes of her ass apart.
He must have grabbed lube at the same time as the condom because his finger was slick when it slid inside.
She’d been right to trust these men, because Kayden was taking his time. Hazel lost track of the minutes as he slowly fucked her with one finger, then two, then more lube, then three. She’d expected pain, but apart from the slight pinch that accompanied each added finger, there was nothing but pleasure.
That was the part that surprised her. She hadn’t anticipated this act making her feel so hot and bothered and needy. Her breathing grew more labored with each thrust, and soon Hazel was anticipating Kayden’s rhythm, matching it. She wasn’t moving much, but it was enough to keep Aldo on edge.
