by TL Reeve
She placed her hands on his chest and began to fuck him in earnest, slapping her bubble butt against his thighs. The wet slurping sounds her pussy made turned him on. Duncan palmed her breasts, surprised by how soft her skin was. He glanced at Enzo who watched them through heavy eyes. His gaze was glassy, swirling with arousal. Both of them were going to be a handful for him. Both of them were going to need him. Shit, he shouldn’t have those thoughts. He should concentrate on the way she swiveled her hips and her pussy quivered.
“Fuck yeah, Bella, get off on my dick. Cover my cock in your cum.” It was too much for him. The first ripple of her release left him lightheaded. With her, he couldn’t go back to using condoms. He had to have it this way all the time.
“Fucking hell, hermoso,” Enzo groaned. “So fucking hot.”
It took all of Duncan’s willpower to pull out and not spend himself inside her. Fuck, he wanted to. He wanted to say to hell his iron control and give over to the pleasure consuming him. He let out a shuddered breath as he passed her over to Enzo. The hungry expression on the other man’s face drove Duncan insane. He knew that hunger. It clawed at his belly, demanding he push Enzo out of the way and finish. Then like a wild beast, he’d claim her as his and refuse another. The irrational need startled him. He’d never felt that way about a woman, let alone a submissive, male or female.
“Fuck her, Enzo. Make her come again.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice, Master Duncan.” Enzo cracked a grin as he covered Bella with his body.
When they kissed, Duncan groaned. Shit, this would be a test for him. Their strangled sighs and moans were melodic, drawing Duncan in. He stroked his dick in lazy pumps of his fist, enjoying the little show they put on for him. Enzo fucked like a rutting beast, taking everything Bella gave him, and Duncan needed some of that as well. Although their pace was graceful, more like a dance than anything, the sexual tension between Bella and Enzo thickened the air around them. The desperation. The carnal connection between them destroyed Duncan’s restraint. He grabbed the condom off the side table, along with the lube. He prepped himself then moved behind Enzo. He couldn’t wait any longer. The anxious edge of pleasure tingled at the base of his spine.
“Easy now.” He squirted some of the lube onto his fingers.
“Hermoso?” Enzo glanced over his shoulder at Duncan. A bead of sweat slid down his temple. His lips were parted, and his cheeks flushed with bliss.
“I got you, keep pleasuring our girl. Remember your instructions.”
“Make her come.” The cocky glint in Enzo’s eyes caused Duncan to laugh.
“That’s right.” He pressed his finger into Enzo’s tight ass and cursed. “Both of you are going to be the death of me.”
Enzo groaned, clenching around Duncan’s digit. “He’s inside me, baby.”
“Not yet.” Duncan chuckled. “Soon. I won’t hurt you.” He continued to prep Enzo, determined to keep his promise. The sounds the man made while he pumped his hips added to the excitement coursing through his veins. This was what Duncan was missing. This connection. He wasn’t dumb enough to believe it could be love, yet he could also admit he’d never felt like this before.
A lightness fell over him, and he settled in, resolving to have as much fun as he could. He’d commit each moment to his memory, so when Bella and Enzo were free of him, he’d be able to look back with fondness and know this peace. He tapped Enzo’s hip, and the man stilled. “Ready?”
“Ready, Master Duncan.”
“You’re too good to me. Both of you. You should hate me.” He lined his cock up with Enzo’s hole and added a bit more lube before pushing forward. Duncan groaned. “So fucking tight.”
Bella cried out along with Enzo. Sweat broke out on Duncan’s brow. Nothing had been so torturous or pleasurable. His head swam, and his vision narrowed to where his dick entered Enzo inch by inch. The minute Bella sobbed, Enzo clamped down on Duncan, who grinned. Fuck yes, she was so expressive. He liked that about her. She didn’t hide her arousal or her satisfaction. She’d been open with how much she enjoyed watching Enzo take his dick.
“Hermoso...” The crack in Enzo’s voice broke Duncan’s control.
“Fuck us, Enzo.”
The man snapped. He rode Duncan hard. Enzo’s movements were unhinged. One second Duncan was deep inside Enzo, and the next, Enzo was filling Bella. Entranced, he watched his dick get gobbled up by an ass as good as Bella’s pussy. Enzo’s head fell back on his shoulder. A desperate groan passed his lips. He shuddered, gripping Enzo’s hips to keep both of them upright. He pressed his forehead to Enzo’s spine, riding the line between pain and bliss. He didn’t let loose inside Enzo. Not this time. He got a taste of Bella’s pussy, and now Enzo had to come inside her.
Fuck, this was the stupidest thing he’d ever done. After having both of them, once would never be enough. He’d need to have them always. Fuck the rules. As much as he knew giving them up was for the best, he couldn’t. He was a selfish bastard. He was condemning them when he should be setting them free. They didn’t deserve to be tied to him, but fuck if he could let them go. There was no way.
“Come inside her, Enzo. Give it to her. Show me how you get off in your girl.”
Enzo groaned. His pace picked up. Below him, Bella writhed and thrashed. Her tanned flesh flushed with arousal. The sheen of sweat covering her glistened in the low light of the room. The strangled incoherent words coming from Enzo brought a grin to Duncan’s face. He understood the feeling. The unhinged if-he-didn’t-come-soon-he’d-die sensation that drove everyone to madness seconds before finding their climax. Duncan felt the first ripple of Enzo’s release when his rear clamped around Duncan’s cock. He groaned, gritting his teeth against the onslaught.
Duncan’s heart hammered. He slipped out of Enzo, ready to bust himself, but he took a minute. He controlled his breathing, knowing the best was yet to come—literally. He waited as Bella also recovered. The way she laid there replete and spent shifted something inside Duncan. Happiness etched across her features, tugging at his heart, and he had to look away. Doing this was temporary. He was giving into his attraction to them. That was it. No matter what he told himself in the heat of the moment. No matter how much he wanted to make it permanent.
Bella crooked her finger at him then lifted her arms in Duncan’s direction. He went to her, bracing his body over hers.
“You look so lost,” she said.
“Do I?”
“Si.” She nodded.
Enzo removed Duncan’s condom then used the towel he’d left by the bed to clean Duncan off. Duncan’s jaw clenched. The rough material did nothing to help calm him. His dick was so hard that even after he emptied his balls, he swore they’d still be blue. “Why do you think that is, Bella?”
“Because you’re torn between doing your job and finding happiness.” She stared up at him so sweetly it made his abused heart chug. She’d also hit the nail on the head.
“You psychic?”
She shook her head. “No, you’re so open right now. Who are you, Duncan Frazier?”
“The man who’s about to fill you with his cum.” He opened her up to him and fit his tip to her entrance.
When he took her lips, he thrust, swallowing her cries. She rippled around him, stretching and accommodating him. Yes, he’d never be able to forget the way she took him to the root or how her pussy was so snug and juicy. He pushed the thoughts aside and fucked her with long, hard pumps of his hips, knowing full well he wouldn’t last long. Already, the tingle in his spine signaled his impending climax, but he shoved it aside, determined to feel her flex and pulse around him when she came. He had to engrain those sensations in his mind. Capture everything to memory.
She arched to him, moaning his name while her fingernails dug into his biceps. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She clenched around him, hitching her legs over his hips and shortening his strokes. He groaned around her nipple before biting the hard point. Bella gasped. Her ey
es went wide. Confidence and a bit of cockiness surged within his chest. This was the part he got off on, bringing his partners pleasure. Seeing them so blissed out that they lost themselves to the intensity. He got off on watching them lose control. However, when Enzo rubbed his slicked fingers across Duncan’s taint, he was the one on the verge of climaxing. The spot, for Duncan, was sensitive. He didn’t tell anyone, so they’d never be able to take advantage of the situation, yet there was Enzo, teasing and working the area.
His eyes slammed shut. “Bella, Bella, Bella...” He groaned, unable to control the tidal wave building within him. “Get there, Bella. Fucking come for your Master!”
She screamed, tensing seconds before she soaked him in her release. Duncan growled as he slammed his hips against hers. The minute he started coming, his head grew light. He rolled his hips, fucking her through both of their releases. It felt so good, settling a piece of him while satisfying some baser part of his psyche. He sank in as deep as he could, holding himself there. She cried out, and a smaller orgasm rippled around him. He went limp, taking care not to hurt her.
Once he could make sense of everything, he gathered her into his arms, not willing to let go yet. He couldn’t. He needed to have both of them close. With Enzo on one side of him and Bella covering his chest on the other side, he sighed. Exhaustion swamped him. Between the pain pills and the amazing orgasms, he was spent. He inhaled, and the scent of his shampoo sent a wave of longing and possessiveness through him. He kissed the top of Bella’s head then tipped Enzo’s chin up to kiss him as well.
“Do you think you’ll ever be ready to tell us the truth?” Bella mumbled, snuggling against him.
“Maybe,” he whispered. “Tonight, I want to hold both of you. But I can give you one truth.”
“Just one?” Enzo murmured.
“For now.”
“What is it?” Bella leaned up then groaned and dropped back down.
“You’re the first woman in my life I’ve ever gone bareback with.”
She sucked in a breath. “Really?”
Duncan nodded. “I’m a good Catholic boy. I promised my mum and da I wouldn’t have kids out of wedlock.”
“You’re forty or whatever,” Enzo said. “Never ever?”
Duncan chuckled. “Never ever. You popped my cherry, Bella.”
She giggled and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I’m glad it was me and not some other woman.”
Again, the heat in his chest brightened. Duncan grinned. “Possessive, huh?”
“Very. But we’ll get there.” She yawned then. “Good night, Duncan.”
“Good night, Bella.”
“I’ll make you breakfast in the morning,” she whispered before going limp in his arms, falling asleep.
“She likes you, hermoso,” Enzo whispered.
“And you?” Duncan cocked a brow.
“You’ve got my heart, homie. Now it’s your turn to figure out what you want.” Enzo kissed him again before cuddling into Duncan’s other side. “Don’t worry though, we have plenty of time.”
Duncan stared at the man. “Yeah, maybe we do.”
“Goodnight, hermoso,” Enzo mumbled.
“Goodnight, boy.” Duncan closed his eyes and for a moment wondered ‘what if.’ What if he could stay with them when his term was over? What if he told them the truth? If they researched him and his father, would they still want him? Could anyone love a murderer? Sorrow welled within him. No. He didn’t deserve their love. He could have his fun, and then he’d leave. In fact, it was for the best they knew who he was, so they’d lose interest. It would make his job so much easier. In the morning he was going to do it. He was going to answer all of their questions and then break their hearts with the truth.
It was for the best.
For all of them.
Chapter Seven
Duncan reached out to Omar while the siblings—correction, step-siblings—still slumbered on the murphy bed, both obvious to his inner turmoil. After the events of the night before, he let the guy take the morning off and requested he be there by lunch. Once he ended the call, Duncan grabbed a shower. His soap removed all traces from his night of debauchery with Enzo and Bella like it had never happened. He was sticking to his guns. He had to tell them the truth. When they realized his transgressions, they’d let go of their whole talk of love bullshit. Duncan had known for a long time he’d never get the chance to love anyone.
“Fuck.” Duncan stared at his reflection in the mirror. Nothing would change his mind.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, Enzo was leaning up against the wall, waiting for the door to open.
“Morning,” Enzo mumbled before pressing a kiss to Duncan’s lips. He then sleepily stumbled into the space, barely closing the door in his rush.
“Morning,” Duncan replied, confused by the open affection. He glanced back, chiding himself for being a pervert. Yet, he also couldn’t take his eyes off the man. His gaze lingered on Enzo’s thin muscular frame and the way his shorts were slung low on his hips. He had his hands all over Enzo the night before, and his palms itched to touch the man again.
Don’t form attachments, boyo.
He crossed to the closet and opened it, grabbing his clothes for the day. He yanked the towel from his hips then placed it in the hamper. After he tugged on his jeans, he went to the kitchen to start the coffee and make food. They were in for a long conversation filled with secrets he hadn’t told anyone, not even Thomas. His partner knew aspects about his life, but not all of it. Hell, he didn’t think he could give up those details ever. But, he wasn’t the stupid kid he’d been twenty years ago.
Bella’s yawn drew his attention. She stretched her arms wide over her head, unashamed of the naked body she so boldly showed. “Morning.” Her husky voice was like a glass of his favorite scotch, smooth with a hint of smoke. His cock thickened and throbbed, pressing against the fly of his jeans.
He smirked. His gaze traveled along her lush curves as she slipped out of bed. “Morning. Leave it. I’ll take care of it later.”
“Are you sure?” She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.
“Yes.” He held up the bag of bagels. “Want your bagel toasted?” He made no attempt to hide his Irish accent.
“Yes, please,” she said before pulling on Enzo’s discarded t-shirt from last night. Pity. “I thought Omar was bringing breakfast.”
Duncan placed her bagel into the oven and turned it on. “Change of plans. He’ll be here around noon. If there’s something specific you or Enzo want, let me know and I’ll have him get it on the way.” He gestured to one of the two stools on the other side of the small island in the kitchen. “I figured it’d give us more time to talk without needing to rush.”
“Okay.” She ran her fingertip around the rim of the glass he’d placed on the counter in front of her. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Duncan snorted. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
Bella laughed. “Horny as fuck still.”
Duncan bit back a groan when she came around the counter toward him, removing Enzo’s shirt. “Fuck, Bella.” The bite marks and hickeys he and Enzo left on her flesh the night before stood out against her tanned skin. Her nipples were hard points, begging for Duncan to bite and tease. The edge of her rose vine tattoo played peek-a-boo with him as the cotton material floated to the floor.
“Yeah, that’s the point, right?” She placed her palm against his chest. “It’s kind of hot, isn’t it?”
“What?” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. When he found out Bella had been sterilized, the last restraints holding Duncan back snapped, unleashing the possessive man he truly was. The sick, twisted juxtaposition of their situation allowed him to fuck and rut like a wild animal, damn the consequences, because in Bella’s case, there were none.
“Knowing your cum is inside of me?” She ran her hand down his chest to the tab of his jeans.
Duncan needed to gain control of the situat
ion. He had shit to tell them about himself, and he couldn’t do that balls deep within Bella. “We shouldn’t do this now.” He grabbed her hands. “We have other things to discuss.”
“Discuss what?” She tilted her head. The playful smirk floating across her lips did nothing to tamp down the lust pounding through his veins.
“Everything.” He closed his eyes and count to ten, willing his dick to soften. “You were fucking each other when I walked in last night. You fucked me bare, like you said. I had your—Enzo’s ass. We should talk about it all.”
She hummed in approval. “Seeing you fuck Enzo turned me on. No one has ever made Enzo scream like you did, hermoso. I’m wet just thinking about it.” She rubbed against him, and tingles of awareness shot through him. “Touch me, please, Master Duncan.”
Shit. He was losing control. “Bella, stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Your voice is telling me no, but that thick dick of yours is saying yes.” Her husky giggle went straight to Duncan’s groin. She was maxing out his temptation meter.
“No.” He had to take back his position of authority and snap her out of whatever little game she tried to play with him. Even though he really wanted to, he couldn’t stick his dick back inside her until after he laid out who he was and why he was there.
“Shower is free,” Enzo said as he strolled out of the bathroom.
Bella covered her eyes and yelled. “Jesus, cover your shit up. No one wants to see tu polla first thing in the morning.” Bella giggled, and for a brief moment, Duncan got to witness the carefree girl beneath the hard exterior she normally showed. “What?”
“Nothing.” Duncan let go of her hands. His gaze lingered on Enzo’s naked body. He appreciated the man’s openness. Maybe Bella didn’t enjoy seeing Enzo’s ass and dick on display, but Duncan sure did. “You should grab a shower after you eat.” The timer dinged on the toaster, and he took the bagel out. “You’re going to need your strength.”
