“What do you do, Dell?”
“I’m an investment broker. But I got sick of dealing with just stocks, so I branched out into other businesses as well. Restaurants, vineyards, real estate.”
“Variety is the spice of life.” Marcos smiled at his partner. The intimacy between them apparent, making her feel like an intruder in their quiet moment.
“What of you, bella?” Marcos reached over, rested his hand on her knee, his warm palm comforting and compelling. “How do you spend your days?”
“I’d guess something artistic.” Dell smiled at her, his sky eyes shining. “She’s a fantastic artist. She used to draw the best bowls of fruit you’ve ever seen.” He spoke to Marcos, but winked at her as he did.
Beth chuckled, a little of the tightness in her chest loosening. “Not exactly. I was working with a design firm in Providence.” She looked down at the floor, the embarrassment flooding her system. “But right now I’m working as a waitress at my sister’s bar.”
Dell’s gaze narrowed, and he shook his head. “I can’t believe that. After all you talked about escaping here. How Snowedin was a one-horse skiing town, with no culture.”
She shrugged her shoulders, trying to push back the pain with them. Her eyes trained down on the carpet. “I didn’t have much choice. When you lose your job and leave your fiancé, you don’t have a lot of options besides coming home.” She shoved three more fries in her mouth to keep herself from saying anything else. This night was so going so well, despite their initial complications, and she didn’t want to mar it with her sad story. So much of her life was filled with a sad retelling of that night, even if it was only in her mind. Tonight was supposed to be her night to escape all that, to merely enjoy and not be burdened with pity. But so far tonight had turned out quite differently than she had imagined, so it only made sense it would be different on this issue, too.
The silence lay heavy around her. The heat of two male stares upon her burned her cheeks, but she couldn’t look up. She didn’t want to see the disappointment in their eyes. The same disappointment that smacked painfully in her own chest. When she knew Dell in high school, she’d been driven, ambitious, determined. But over the years, she’d lost that. She’d made compromises. She’d given up dreams. And now what did she have to show for it? Nothing. She lived with her sister, slinging pale ales all day, instead of staring at masterpieces like she’d dreamed.
When the quiet became overwhelming, she looked up at the two pairs of soft eyes staring at her. Marcos’s warm chocolate ones were sympathetic, while Dell’s sky blues implored, wanting to know more. She knew they’d never accept her silence, but that didn’t stop her from hoping she might be able to escape this night without having to retell her greatest embarrassment and disappointment.
Dell reached up, brushing the hair back from her cheek. His warm hands comforting against her face. “What happened, sweetheart?” He ran his thumb along the upper swell of her lip. “What man would be dumb enough to let you leave?”
She smiled, heat flooding her neck. Her heart thumped a little faster. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had complimented her without slurring his words. A small voice in the back of her head wanted to remind him that he’d been one of those men, to let her leave with hardly a word, but she silenced it. It felt too good to be with him again to risk endangering it with the truth.
“As a relationship, it was a bad idea from the start. He was the son of a client. His father owned a large group of hotels, several in the Providence area. He hired the firm I worked for to remodel one of them, update the facilities and modernize the design.
“When we’d gone more than a hundred thousand dollars over budget and were three months late for reopening, due to their indecision on almost every aspect of the project”—Beth rolled her eyes, remembering Paul Senior spending three hours picking out bathtubs, only to have him change his mind the next day, and the day after that—“they blamed the firm and refused to pay the full rate for the job.
“I told Paul’s father I thought he was being unjust and should pay the firm their due. I thought he was going to be my father-in-law, and I could talk to him about my concerns openly. But he told the firm I was badmouthing him, and they fired me for it.” Their account was to too large to lose, especially over one entry-level assistant designer.
“When I got home, Paul defended his father’s actions and told me it was just business. I’ve never wanted to punch anyone so much in my life.” She clenched her fist at her side, the urge returning with the memory. “I settled for throwing his ring at him and stomping out.”
“Good for you.” Dell’s smile lit up the entire room, and a new heat formed below her belly button. Their praise thrilled her and filled her with pride to know they supported her decision.
“It might have felt good then.” And remembering it now. “But fat lot of good it did me. Now I’m living with my sister, pouring beers, and handing out nachos all night like I promised I’d never do.”
“That’s not true, bella.” His hand tightened on her knee, comforting her with his grip. “If you hadn’t left him, we wouldn’t be here—together.”
She blinked up at him, smiling like a fool. He was right. If she’d been engaged, her sister never would have offered her a subscription to Fantasies Fulfilled for a birthday present, and she’d never have had the opportunity to live out this dream.
Dell smiled, too, nodding toward Marcos. “And we never would have been able to fulfill our fantasy with you.”
He pushed the robe off her legs, slipping his hand up the inside of her thigh. “I think we have one more fantasy to fulfill tonight.” He massaged her thighs. Wetness dripped, thick and hot, between her legs. His fingers explored her skin, erotic and strong, raising goose bumps along her thighs and stomach.
She nodded. She did have one more fantasy. To see the two of them together.
Marcos pushed the hair back from her face, pressing his lips to the sensitive notch below her ear. “Are you ready, bella?” His lips caressed the column of her neck, sending pleasurable shivers throughout her entire body.
“God, yes.”
Marcos and Dell laughed at her enthusiastic reply. Their hands remained on her body, but they gazed at each other.
Dell’s other hand wrapped around Marcos’s neck, pulling him close. Their lips met, moving against each other, opening to allow tongues to explore, and Beth’s brain went fuzzy. She watched with bated interest as their hands left her body to explore each other, skimming over smooth backs, hard butts, and chiseled chests.
After a few minutes, Dell pulled back, his breathing rough from lack of oxygen. He smiled at his partner, then cast a glance at Beth. His eyes glittered with devilish glee.
“On the bed,” Dell commanded Marcos, his eyes dark and glassy, and everything inside Beth exploded.
Chapter Five
Marcos smiled at Dell as he walked the three steps to the mattress. His cock was already an iron spike. Dell’s commanding tone—that he knew he loved—and touching the sweet donna all day had him harder than he could remember being in a long time.
Loosening the sash on his robe, he slid the terry cloth off his body and dropped it to the floor. The cool room air prickled against his skin, shooting tingles down his spine and out to the ends of his limbs.
He bent down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, as he always did when Dell commanded him that way. Mamma mia, he loved when Dell spoke like that. This was a game they played often, and he loved it just as much now as he had the first night Dell’s commanding side had come out in their bedroom.
His heart pounded as he heard Dell move behind him, sliding open the nightstand drawer where they’d stashed the lube and condoms. His entire body shook, and sweat dripped down his back.
Casting a glance over his shoulder, his gaze met Beth’s, still sitting in her seat at the table. Her eyes large and glassy, her chest flushed beneath her terry cloth robe, her breath sputtering. He smiled at her, loving
how she clenched her thighs together as she stared at them. She smiled back, and his gut tightened.
He bit back the urge to plead for her to reach out and touch him, for her to join him on the bed. He knew it was her fantasy to watch them together, to see them love each other, but he wanted her with him. He wanted to be touching and tasting her as well as Dell. It might sound pazzesco, but somehow it felt as if she needed to be a part of it, that she was a part of them. That they hadn’t just been together tonight, but had been in each other’s lives for years. Somehow they completed each other.
The dropping of the lube and the condom packets on the bed beside him redirected his attention to the present. His heart beat a little faster as he saw two condom wrappers. Always on the same wavelength, again he and Dell were thinking the same thing. His balls tightened hard to his body. He was going to get to fottere their girl tonight.
Dell leaned over him, kissing the back of his neck and sliding his tongue down his spine. Marcos groaned as Dell slipped lower, licking his firm cheeks and the crack between.
“Please, mio sole.” He moaned, pushing back into Dell’s searching mouth. “I need you,” he begged, fire burning through his blood and settling in his balls. He gripped the sheets, rubbing his hips against the mattress in search of relief.
Laughing, Dell grabbed the supplies from the comforter. “Whatever you want, baby.”
The foil wrapper crinkled as Dell ripped it apart, spreading the latex down his hard cock. His breath sped up at the sound of the cap popping from the container of lube. His body revved a degree higher, knowing exactly what was to come next. Holding himself as still as possible, Marcos gasped as Dell slowly pushed one lubed finger deep into his tight ass.
Marcos moaned, pushing back into Dell’s seeking fingers. Bracing his head on his arms, he groaned into the blanket. Dell pulled out and then pushed more of the cold lube into him. He thrust two fingers inside him, scissoring and twisting them inside his ass.
Satisfied, Dell placed his hard dick against Marcos’s opening, holding there. Every muscle in Marcos’s body tensed in anticipation.
“This is for you, sweetheart,” Dell called, looking right at their girl as he pushed the tip of his cock into Marcos’s ass. Noises escaped his throat, closer to animal than human, as the burn of Dell’s entry fired through his blood. No matter how many times Dell fucked him, he could never completely get used to the feeling. He hoped to dio he never did.
Dell continued to plunge deep inside him, not giving him a moment to breathe, just like he liked it. Maledizione, he was already about to come.
Marcos looked over at their girl, the excited expression on her face sending him into the stratosphere. He groaned and leaned further into bed, fighting back the release crawling up his spine. How would he ever survive being inside their beauty if her just watching already had him this close to spurting across the sheets?
* * * *
Beth thought her brain might explode as she watched each delicious inch tunnel into Marcos’s body. His body shook against the sheets, his breathing rough, sweat shining off his toned olive skin.
Marcos turned toward her, groaning as Dell pulled slowly out. His eyes called to her, desperate and pleading. “I need you, bella,” Marcos’s husky voice moaned.
She rose from her seat, untying the robe and letting it fall to the ground. The cool air caressed her overheated skin, but the sensation was nothing compared to the inferno Marcos’s stare created inside her. He patted the bed above him. Shaking, she slid into the spot.
Marcos spread her legs, staring down at her pussy with more interest than a glutton at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Wetness flowed from her cunt at his intensity. “Truly beautiful. Just like the rest of you.” He stared up at her, his eyes almost black, and her heart skipped a beat.
He curled one of her legs around his left shoulder, her other around his right, pulling her thighs up to hug his ears. She lay open and vulnerable before him, shaking with need. He licked the full length of her slit, sending her into orbit.
“Oh god.” She clawed at the blankets, trembling beneath his touch. She looked up to find Dell’s sky eyes staring down at her. He groaned, slamming into Marcos again, his gaze never leaving her.
It was intoxicating, watching Dell’s dick pushed deep into Marcos’s ass, while Marcos fucked her with his tongue. His nose and chin slapped against her with the movement. She shivered and shook as his tongue swirled back and forth across her pussy.
She arched into his mouth. The heat in her stomach turned up to boiling. “Marcos.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him further into the juncture of her legs. He groaned with her, diving deeper into her pussy.
Marcos’s tongue was wicked and sinful. He licked her with a relish she hadn’t seen many men possess. He sucked her clit between his lips, and starbursts of color dripped in front of her eyes. Her nipples hardened, aching beneath the brush of the hotel air.
Dell wrapped his arms around Marcos, holding him still and caressing his broad chest in the same motion. A swell of disconnection ran through her as she observed the two men touch and caress. Even with Marcos’s mouth on her, she felt separated from their intimacy. She wanted to be part of it all. Holding them close, both of them moving inside her, connected, complete.
“I need more.” Unintended tears ran down her face. His tongue was amazing, but not enough. She needed more. She needed to be filled. Each time she watched Dell’s dick enter Marcos, she wished it were her.
“And you can have it, baby. Just come here.” Marcos wrapped his hands around her thighs, pulling her down the bed. He kissed her stomach and between her breasts, negotiating her beneath him. His body rocked against hers with each of Dell’s continued plunges.
“Grab a condom from the bed and put it on me, bella.” He motioned toward the mattress beside him, his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut as Dell pounded into him again.
Her entire body shook so badly she could hardly move. It took two tries for her to grab the small foil wrapper from the bedspread. She ripped the package and with fumbling fingers found his cock. He groaned as she slipped the condom over his shaft. Behind him, Dell laughed softly.
“He wants you bad, sweetheart.” Dell’s hands smoothed over Marcos sides, along his back, coming to hold him again at his hips. “I can feel how needy he is. His ass is clenching me like a fist. It’s amazing.”
Marcos smiled at the compliment. He pushed her further underneath him, finding her slick pussy and shoving inside. Together they all moaned, even Dell. The action connected them in pleasure. This was right. This is what she needed. To be full of them, surrounded by them, overwhelmed by them.
Marcos wrapped her thighs around his hips, and she crossed her ankles behind Dell’s back. They moved together, Dell pushing into Marcos, Macros thrusting into her. All three of their bodies writhed together, groaning in unison. Every nerve in her body vibrated, close to the breaking point. Heat coiled through her stomach, shooting to the tips of her fingers and the bottoms of her feet, as the two men thrust against her.
“Oh god.” She screamed, her body tightening around her men. Her legs clutched Dell, her arms wrapping around Marcos’s broad shoulders.
“Like that, do you, baby?” Dell grunted, picking up speed and thrusting harder. “Aren’t you glad you stayed with us?”
“Yes.” She nodded, rolling her hips to meet their thrusts, moving in time with them, until they surged as one. At the moment, she wasn’t sure she’d ever made a better decision than staying with them. Tonight was everything she’d wanted. And much more.
“So are we, bella.” Marcos groaned. His hands gripped her tighter, pounding into her harder and faster.
“More than you’ll ever know.” Dell gritted his teeth, slamming into Marcos again, the tendons in his neck strained, his eyes closed. He was close, and so was Marcos. Their bodies shivered and quivered against hers.
Marcos leaned over her, whispering into her ear. “Stay with us, be
lla.” He thrust into her again, his chest hair rubbing against her sensitive nipples. The new position ground her clit into his abdomen. “Come with us.”
Beth cried out, screaming into the room. Her toes curled behind Dell’s back, and decadent quakes ran up her legs. Her mind fuzzed over. Every sensation was heightened by her two men, the weight of them holding her down, the shakes and shivers of their bodies extending the pleasure. Her pussy clenched Marcos tighter. With a grunt, he came, too, followed a second later by Dell.
Like dominos they fell together, tumbling down to the mattress into a pile of naked, sweaty limbs. Curling around her, Dell covered one side of her, while Marcos took the other. Arms slid along her ribs, lips pressing soft, lethargic kisses to her neck, shoulders, and cheeks as they all slipped into sleep.
Chapter Six
Dell yawned, rubbing his eyes. He was exhausted. Keeping Marcos happy in the bedroom was a challenge, but having two vivacious lovers might put him in a coma. But double the trouble definitely also meant double the pleasure.
Stretching out, he turned in the bed, watching Beth sleep beside him. She looked so sweet curled in the blankets, and sexy as hell. Her hand pillowed under her head. Dark eyelashes lay soft against her cheek. The sheet was pulled up to her armpits, covering all the goodies beneath. Not that he cared much, with all those curves pressing into him under the sheets. Touch beat sight any day.
He’d missed the girl she was. The girl who’d been wild and sexually explorative, pushing him to play naughty games under the bleachers, but who also listened to his hopes, his dreams, his fears, and his fantasies, that even he hadn’t understood then. But after tonight, he was falling in love with the woman she’d become, a woman who was open and honest, driven yet possessed strong values, and who could handle herself in any setting, including being wedged between two demanding men.
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