“That’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had in my life.”
He grins. “Glad I could be of service.”
Stefano lays on the bed beside me, and Marco stretches out on my other side, one hand on my breast, absentmindedly rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“You two are amazing,” I glance from Stefano to Marco. “I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life! To have two sets of hands, and two tongues, two people, I just—” I shake my head. I can’t even find the words to describe what I’m feeling right now.
“You’re satisfied, then?” Marco asks, his gaze holding mine even as he leans over and takes my nipple in his mouth.
I close my eyes, all my focus on that one sensation.
Then Stefano’s fingers begin running through my pubic hair, and everything starts tingling again.
“Oh, you’ve got to stop that.” I open my eyes. “I can’t answer you when you do that.”
“Sorry.” Both brothers speak simultaneously, withdrawing their hands, and mouths, from my body.
I glance at Marco answering his earlier question. “I said I enjoyed it, I didn’t say I was satisfied.” I take a deep breath, willing myself to be brave and ask specifically for what I want. “But neither of you have fucked me yet, and I’d really like to experience that before the night’s over.”
Marco’s eyes widen, and Stefano grins.
“Now that’s what I like to hear.” His voice is almost a growl, and it sends a thrill up my spine.
I turn over to kiss Marco, running my hand down his cheek, and his neck, trailing it along his arm, until my hand is covering his cock again.
“You first.” I bite my lip. Can I choose in this situation? How is it fair to pick one brother over the other? And yet apparently I can choose.
Stefano pulls away a little to allow Marco the space to roll on top of me, his legs straddling my waist.
“Do you have a condom on hand, Stefano?”
Stefano nods, twisting back across the bed to take a box from a drawer, and pull out a packet to pass to Marco.
Marco carefully opens the packet, and rolls the condom down over his hard shaft.
He holds my gaze as he bends down for a kiss, his lips soft against mine to start with, then deeper, hungrier, as I reach down to take his cock in my hand.
He brings a knee between mine, and a thrill travels my body, as I spread my legs to make it easier for him.
His kisses move along my jaw, jump to my collar bone, and down to suck a breast as he rubs his cock against my cleft and clit.
I close my eyes. My body is a swirl of sensations, everything feels electric.
Stefano moves in close next to me, kissing my cheek, nibbling at my ear. His hand covers the breast Marco isn’t sucking, and he pulls and twists the nipple between his fingers.
Their combined movement makes my back arch, and I moan my enjoyment.
Marco presses the head of his cock against my opening and I spread my legs wider, welcoming him in. He pushes against me, rocking his hips in short sharp thrusts to ease his way deeper.
His cock is thick, but it feels so good deep inside me, filling me in ways I’ve never felt before. He pushes himself up on his arms, and Stefano moves in closer to take my breast in his mouth.
Marco starts off slow and gentle, Stefano sucking and nibbling my nipple. Then Stefano reaches down to rub my clit, as Marco increases his thrusts, and soon I’m crying out with the pleasure that’s spiraling up through my body.
There’s fireworks in my head, and my whole body convulses as they burst through the top of my head.
“Oh my god, Marco, Stefano.” I thrust my hips to meet Marco thrusts, my hands digging into Marco’s shoulders as the orgasm tears through my body.
“You’re beautiful, Savannah,” Marco says, panting as he thrusts deeper inside me. “So beautiful. So beautiful.”
Soon he’s come too, and he collapses on top of me, covering my face in kisses.
Stefano doesn’t give either of us long to recover.
“Are you up for more?”
I think I’m not, that I’m just content to snuggle with Marco, but then I glance Stefano’s way, his rock hard erection clear, and all of a sudden my libido surges again.
I lick my lips. “Absolutely.”
Marco kisses me again, then rolls off me, and stands.
“I’ll get cleaned up,” he says, grabbing a tissue from Stefano’s bedside table to remove his condom.
I turn to Stefano, who runs a finger ever so lightly down my body, from my shoulder, over a breast and down my stomach.
“You’re so sexy, Savannah,” Stefano says. “Everything about you, your body, your smile, even your accent.”
“My accent?” I raise a brow.
He grins. “Especially your accent.” He leans in for a kiss. So soft and gentle, almost mirroring Marco’s.
I shiver, goosebumps popping up all over my body. I’ve never known Stefano to be so soft.
It lasts only that moment. He lifts himself up and moves over me, pushing my legs apart with a knee before pressing his cock into my cleft.
“Still so wet,” he murmurs, lowering himself to rest all his weight on me. He’s heavy, and yet there’s something delicious about the warmth of his skin against mine, the press of his chest on my breasts.
He kisses me, and this time there’s force behind it, as he presses his tongue between my lips, searching my mouth. He squeezes my breasts with his hands as he thrusts, short and sharp at first, and then harder, deeper.
All too soon I’m coming again, and I can tell by Stefano’s grunts that he is, too.
“Fuck, Savannah,” he growls the words. “You’re so tight. So, fucking, good.” He punctuates his words with thrusts and then holds himself deep inside me, and I can feel his cock pulsing as it fills the condom with his seed.
He collapses on me, buries his face in my neck.
“So sexy,” he murmurs.
I turn my head to kiss him, and he kisses me back. But then he rolls off, disappearing into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“Like a snuggle?” Marco asks, standing by the bed.
“I’d love a snuggle,” I say with a smile, and he climbs into bed beside me, holding out an arm so I can get right in close.
“What were you saying earlier?” I ask.
Marco seems to stiffen, but then he relaxes again, and I think I must’ve missed it.
“What did I say?”
I yawn, and snuggle in closer. “I can’t remember exactly. “Si, bella?”
“Sei, bella,” Marco says.
“That’s it.”
“You’re beautiful.” He presses his lips against my forehead.
“What about the other one, ti amo, or something?”
He shrugs. “Much the same thing, really.”
“You two are so cute,” Stefano says, as he climbs into bed on the other side of me. “So we’re all sleeping here tonight?”
I’m half asleep already, and I murmur a yes, as Stefano kisses my shoulder, and snuggles up behind me.
“This is nice.” I say.
“It is, isn’t it,” Stefano murmurs. Marco is already softly snoring.
I lay awake for a while, thinking about how amazing this experience is, and how lucky I am to have the opportunity to experience it.
When I wake up the next morning it’s in a tangle with two other warm bodies, their arms around me, me feet caught up between Stefano’s ankles, my head on Marco’s chest.
It’s the nicest sensation, to hear another’s heartbeat, and the steady rhythm of their breathing and feel their arms around my shoulders.
It gives me a strong feeling of contentment that I’ve never felt before, and a warm glow through my chest.
“You awake?” Marco speaks in a whisper, and I tilt my head to look up at him.
“Good morning.” I smile.
“Good morning.” He bends his neck to kiss my forehead.
Stef
ano moves behind me, kissing the back of my shoulder. “Good morning both of you.”
At that moment there’s a shrill beeping, and I jump, my heart pounding. Stefano reaches across to grab his phone from his bedside table, and I realize it’s his alarm.
“That scared me,” I say, hand over my heart. “That’s so loud. How do I not hear it every morning?”
Stefano laughs. “Because usually I wake up just before it goes off, and stop it before it does. I just had other distractions this morning.”
He grins at me, and I can’t help but smile back.
“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day,” he continues. “We have work to do. Time to get up.”
He gets out of bed and heads to the shower.
“We should probably do the same,” Marco says, nuzzling his nose into the side of my neck.
“We should, shouldn’t we?”
I tilt my head, and meet his lips with mine.
His hands slide down my arm, cupping a breast, and squeezing, gently. Already I can feel his cock getting harder, pressing against my hip.
He groans, and rolls away.
“We have to stop, and get up, or I’ll never be able to get out of bed again.”
He cups my chin with a hand.
“Today’s going to be busy, trying to get in as much of the harvest as possible before tomorrow's rains.” He sighs. “We’re so close to being done, a few more rows, a day or two... ” He kisses my forehead again.
“And afterwards?” I ask.
He glances at me. “Afterwards?”
Stefano comes out of his ensuite as we talk, and I glance at him, involving him in this conversation too.
“Do we go back to being worker and employers? Or does this continue?”
Stefano grins. “That’s up to you, Savannah. Was a one night stand enough? Or do you want more?”
“After last night?” I say, glancing from one brother to the other. “I want more.”
“I’ll look forward to afterwards,” I say, sliding my hand down his chest, before rolling out of bed.
“Savannah,” Marco says, as I reach the door. I glance back.
“Glad to hear it,” he says.
I have to restrain myself, so I don’t skip to the shower. I feel happier than I have for a long time, since I was a child, and my happiness could be summoned with an ice cream cone, or a new doll.
I’m too long in the shower, daydreaming about the previous night, and what other, future nights might hold.
Stefano bangs on the door, and I scurry out to dress and scoff down some breakfast, which he made, even though it was supposed to be my turn to cook this morning.
“Thank you,” I say, giving him a peck on the cheek.
He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “It is understandable,” he says. “How a night with a sexy Italian man might blow your mind, and cause you to get distracted. Let alone two sexy Italian men.”
I laugh, and shake my head. I don’t have a retort to his comment, either, because it is true, after all.
The day passes painfully slowly. I can feel the brothers’ gaze on me so often during the day, and I look up, and we share a smile, or else I find myself gazing at one of them, and they catch my gaze.
My cleft is aching to be touched, and tongued, and I can’t stop thinking about everything about the previous night, the way they held me, and caressed me, about Stefano’s strength, and Marco’s Italian words.
“Sei, Bella. Ti amo.” They echo in my mind, and I just want to hear him say them again and again and again. The way he spoke them, the emotion in his tone. I felt loved at that moment.
I drop my small rake as the thought settles in my mind. I did feel loved. Truly loved.
And as I retrieve the rake from amongst the grass, and grab at the next handful of olive branches, I realize something else.
I’m falling in love with them.
A sinking feeling forms in the pit of my stomach.
Marco doesn’t love me. And nor does Stefano. I’m here to work, for one year, no more. The brothers both mess around with all the other female workers who come through this way. I’m no different.
I’m just another worker. Just someone else to have fun with. That’s all. I can’t let myself fall any further. I think of the next ten months, of how deeply I could fall if we keep this up.
I’ll have to stop it. I can’t let it keep going.
There’s a pang in my chest as I think about the amazing experience I had the previous night, being pleasured by both men. I want to experience that again.
But then I think of how Marco looks at me, how Stefano looks at me, like I’m one in a million, like I’m something special. If I let this continue I’ll come to believe it, I know I will.
And when the time comes for me to leave, my heart will shatter. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back from that.
Chapter 10
I spend the rest of the day resisting catching their gaze, or looking at them. Or interacting with them if I can at all help it.
As the afternoon wears on I begin to dread the evening. What will I do? Can I say I’m too tired?
I should just tell them the truth, but I can’t bear to admit out loud that I’ve fallen in love with either of them. How daft will that look? Like I’m a foolish child who can’t even control her own emotions.
The day comes to an end, and we pile the last of the crates onto the trailer, and take them back to the mill.
When we get there Anna leaves to help Rosa finish cooking the dinner.
“Would you like some more help?” I ask.
Anna looks at me in surprise. I’ve never offered to help with the cooking before, although I’ve been more than happy to help if asked.
“Sure,” she says. “Actually, why don’t you go, and I’ll stay here to help.”
I nod, feeling the prickle of Marco’s gaze on the back of my neck.
It takes every ounce of strength that I have not to look at him, or catch his eye.
“You are helping me today?” Rosa says, her face beaming when I enter the kitchen.
“I am.” I can’t help but smile. She’s so welcoming, and the kitchen is so warm, and I’m instantly immersed in all the smells and sounds of the food cooking on the stove.
I’ve never experienced such homeliness as I’ve found here, and I wonder how I can replicate it back at home, in America.
At the thought of going home my eyes prick with tears. How can I possibly leave this place? But how can I not? I can’t stay here. There’s no space for me here. I have to go home.
Rosa’s smile falters, and her brow furrows in concern.
“What is wrong, Savannah? Has someone done something to hurt you? Have my boys hurt you? I’ll tear them apart.”
“No. No, Rosa. It’s fine.” I swallow back the lump in my throat and force a smile. “I was just thinking about home.”
“Oh, you miss your family.” Rosa wraps her arms around me, pressing my head against her shoulder. It’s so comforting, like a great warm blanket. “It is such a big change, coming to a new place. And when your father has set such strict conditions, too. Never mind. The year will pass quickly, you’ll see.”
I nod, and give her a quick hug before pulling away.
“Thank you, Rosa. You have been wonderful, and I love it here. I really do. It will be good to see my friends and family, but I will be sad to leave here, too.”
The beaming smile returns to Rosa’s face, and she wraps one arm around my shoulders to give me another squeeze.
“We’ll miss you too, my girl. We always miss those who come to live and work with us over harvest season, but it’s been different with you. Perhaps because of Stefano’s connection with your father. But with you, it feels like you really are family.”
We are all sitting at the table in the midst of dinner, when the conversation is broken by a shrill ringing.
Giovanni frowns.
“Who would call at this time of night?”
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Alessandro goes to the next room to answer the phone.
He returns in moments.
“Anna. It’s your mother.”
Anna’s face goes white and she hurries to the next room. Alessandro sits at the table.
“Anna’s father has had a fall,” he says. “He’s in hospital. We’ll have to go and help Anna’s mother.”
“Papa’s in hospital?” Stella asks, her eyes wide. “Is he going to be okay?”
Alessandro nods, reaching out to give his daughter’s shoulder a squeeze.
“Nonno will be fine, Stella. But Nonna needs some help while Nonno is in hospital.”
“Can we come, too?” Sophia asks.
Alessandro shakes his head, as Anna returns to the room. She has a tiny bit more color than she had when she left to take the call.
“You and Stella can’t miss out on any more school this term. We will take you up to visit during the holidays, when Nonno is back on his feet.”
Rosa nods. “We’ll watch the girls. I can sleep in the house.”
Giovanni glances at me. “Would you watch the girls, Savannah? You can sleep in the house with them. It will save Rosa having to climb all those stairs.”
“Papa,” Marco objects. “I don’t think Savannah should be thrust into caring for Alessandro’s daughters.”
“And why not, she is here to work, is she not?”
“Yes. But she’s here to work in the grove, not as a nanny.”
“It’s fine.” I say the words a little too forcefully, and both Giovanni and Marco stop to stare at me. I force a smile, and look at the girls.
“I’d love to look after you while your parents are away,” I say. I glance at Marco, and then back at Giovanni, and Rosa. “I’ll do that. It would be my pleasure to help out, to give back when you’ve invited me into your house, and into your family. I’d love to.”
Rosa beams, and Giovanni nods. “That’s settled then,” he says. He looks at Alessandro.
“When will you leave?”
“Tonight, once we’ve packed some things.”
“How far away do your parents live?” I ask Anna.
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