Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

Paul went back down, I grabbed his hair and flexed my hips up sharply. The resulting gag and tightening of his throat made me see stars. I moaned, my breath airy as I used his throat like a cock sleeve. I'd tried those before too, and they weren't nearly as fun as Paul. "Shit," I groaned. Paul lifted his head and I scoffed. I had been right there on the brink, why did he have to stop? He smirked at me. "Have you ever had anything in you? Ever?"

"You have to bring this up now?" Paul shrugged. "It's a valid question." "Yes," I answered his question. "Never a...

"You're practically a virgin, you know that?" I sat up quickly. "If you're going to make fun of me⁠—" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet cheeks. I never said I was making fun of you. Honestly, I think it's hot that you've touched so few people in your life. You're disciplined, upstanding, successful. But you blush when we talk about your lac...

makes my dick so fucking hard for you, I just want to slide myself in your ass until my balls touch your skin, and fuck you until you cry for ...

"I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet," I muttered. "Yet," he said as he stared at me like I was dessert. "Does that mean eventually you will be?"

Paul was a determined son of a bitch, I would give him that. I knew how he was at work, but seeing the way he was in the bedroom

"Paul." He held up both hands. "I'm a patient man. Until I'm not, York. And then..." He trailed off.

My cock made the most obscene jump at his words. I almost found it hot, the thought that one day he wouldn't hold back because he was so enamored with me. My hole clenched, aching for something more as I watched Paul retrieve the lube from the bedside table. He slicked up his finger before he got back into position. Without a single word, he swallowed me down again.

"No," Paul said as he still lapped at my dick. "Relax. Come on, breathe. I'll talk you through it." My chest tightened as I closed my eyes and did just what he said. I drew in a breath and my body started to relax. My legs were still tense, my back tight as I anticipated someone else sliding something into me besides myself.

"Hey, legs apart. Come on, York. I thought you were all about putting in the hard work, sweet cheeks. More. Spread them. Yes, there you go. See, feel my finger? Yeah. It's right there, rubbing your tight hole. Stay relaxed. Just like that, good job." I groaned. "Paul."

"Fuck, if you keep saying my name like that, my cock really will end up inside of you tonight. A little more. There you go. Tell me you want it. Come on." "I want it,"

"Fuck, I want to feel your finger in my ass." "S...

"Sorry, sorry, but you look so good like this I can't help it. Fuck." Paul's finger pushed past the first ring of muscle, and I remembered to breathe. He slid in deeper, the lube easi...

but he swallowed my dick again, and I forgot how awkward I felt. Paul moved and rolled his finger until it hit my prostate. I cried out, my toes curling as I thrusted up into the air....

The world disappeared as pleasure consumed me. My chest rose and fell, my body tightening as Paul fingered my ass like he owned it. "...

received was a muffled moan, his nose pressed against my pubes as I held him in place. I heard the slick, wet strokes of him pleasuring himself. He was getting off on watching me. Just watching...

"Fuck." Paul panted as he came up for air, his hand cover...

"Want a drink? Some food? I say, let's take a break and go again." I stared at him. "You want me to stay?" "For a while, yeah." ...

Shit, this was such a mistake. But I didn't want to stop.

York's gaze dropped to my lips, and I couldn't help myself. I drew my tongue over them, wishing I could be kissing York again.

"Want to talk about it?" York raised a brow. I took a quick glance around. No one else was in the kitchen area. "Or I could do other relaxing things." York's deep brown skin didn't hide the blush creeping up his neck and filling his cheeks.

"Good." The lights dimmed on York's demand. "We have a raid to get ready for. We've received the location of the Vitales’ auction house. This is where they stash merchandise." "You mean people?

"Yes, amongst other things." "When?" Summer asked.

"Tonight, in the next hour."

"Got word that Benito and Giancarlo Vitale will be there. We may be able to catch a few others, but they are our main priority."

"Stay in. Tonight is no good. Thirty minutes to put out a fire." Benito instantly started swearing in Italian as I hung up.

Now that my brothers were taken care of, I could fully become Paul. We'd bust some bad guys so that everyone could sleep better at night.

"Thanks, Paul. Talking to you makes me feel more sane. Sometimes." "Other times?" "You make me feel like I'm nuts." "Awww, you love me, boss. Don't be like that." "Don't call me boss in public," I growled.

"Ooh, what was that voice? Fuck. You can growl like that? Do it in the bedroom, right in my ear."

"You feel that too?" he asked. "Yeah." I reached into my jacket and laid a hand on my pistol. "Why is it that everytime I'm with you, someone's staring a hole through my skin?" "I have no idea, but I don't love the feeling either."

"Hey, Dad." Navy grinned. "Hi," Nyra added, a bit shyer about it than her sister.

"Girls, what are you doing here?" "We saw you going out and you looked real nice again," Navy said. "Too nice. We wanted to see where you were going." Nyra nodded. "Are you on a date, Daddy?"

"Daddy, but we're not," Nyra added. "I was very smart. We kept close and if anything happened, we both have these." To my astonishment, they both pulled matching bottles of pepper spray out of their pockets.

"What is wrong with you two? Where did you get those!" "We found them online," Nyra said. "It's really easy to buy stuff online," Navy added. "Oh my God."

While I was stunned, I turned to a laughing Paul. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, but there were wrinkles around his eyes and his neck was red from him trying to contain himself. I blinked at him. "You're not helping."

"Your eyes are pretty." Paul whistled. "You are a little flatterer, if I have ever met one. Can we buy them ice cream?" he asked.

"Absolutely not! I will not reward bad behavior.

"You want ice cream too, right?" "I do." "Paul!" "What! I do," he muttered.

"I really am sorry. I need to get them home. I don't know why Shelly hasn't called me yet." "We hid her phone," Navy supplied.

"When I say grounded, I mean grounded. Do you two hear me?"

"Can I hold your hand?" Navy asked.

"Of course," he said before he held out his other hand. "Do you want to hold my hand too, Nyra?" As she jogged to him, I took his cup and tossed it away along with mine. I paused. "You can tell them apart?"

"Defini...

"It's easy. Now, what kind of music do you two like? If it's stupid,...

“The Real Slim Shady,” came on. I lifted a brow at the girls, shocked as Nyra started rapping the intro. My mouth fell open as she hit every word without pause. I looked at York and he was no better,

That's my girl!!!😂

staring at his daughter as if it was the first time hearing it. Navy jumped in on the chorus adding in some dance moves as she hyped her sister up. Nyra put in substitute words anytime there were swear words, making it the coolest clean version of rap I'd ever heard. I started bobbing my head, cheering the girls on as they both traded verses and kept up with Eminem.

interrupted. Navy tucked a few curls behind her ear. "Mom used to play it on the way to soccer."

"Mrs. Shelly says that kids get in the way of adult time," Nyra said. Already, I was getting the feeling the girls didn't care for the nanny. I didn't like her and hadn't even met her.

"Damn, they’re good," I muttered under my breath. "I feel like I got played." "You did, but to be fair, you never had a chance against them."

York shook his head at the girls, but they bounced over to him with all the energy in the world. For a second, I thought about leaving. Integrating myself in York's life any further wasn't the best idea. I'd already learned the informant was a woman, meaning I had my work cut out for me. I could make up some excuse, leave, and save my family. "Paul?" York glanced over his shoulder at me and the moment our eyes met, I knew I was a goner. The girl's innocent big brown eyes were no help.