Keeley considered pinching herself as she walked into Rafe’s mansion for the second night in a row. Dinner had been absolutely perfect. Only Gio and Rafe could ensure a date was the perfect blend of romantic, fun, and naughty.
Gio had trapped her foot between his thighs the entire meal, encouraging her to play footsie with the hard-on tenting his dress slacks. Meanwhile, Rafe hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her. He spent the entire night with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, or his hand cupping the back of her neck in a way that was strangely erotic, or with his fingers running through her hair. Gio reached for her hand whenever they weren’t eating, and Rafe had placed no less than twenty kisses on her cheek or brow. The restaurant lighting was low and encouraged their sensual, nonstop touches.
The entire evening had been one long session of foreplay. Now her body was a live wire, and she was ready for the real fireworks to start.
Gio’s arm was wrapped around her waist, and he started to guide her to the living room.
“Should we have a drink?” he asked.
Keeley dug her heels in. “No.”
“Impatient much,” Gio teased.
Rafe chuckled. “I think someone is finished being wooed. Ready to move this date to the bedroom, Keeley?”
She grinned. “You read my mind.”
Rafe took her hand and the two of them headed for the stairs. Gio ran up behind them, then grasped Keeley’s upper arm, spun her around, and tossed her over his shoulder. “You two are walking too slow.”
“And I’m the impatient one?” She laughed as he sprinted up the steps. She’d never been with such a physically strong man. It took her breath away—figuratively and literally as her midsection bounced against his shoulder.
Rafe followed closely behind, though she couldn’t really see his face, given her current upside-down position.
When they reached the top, Rafe said, “My room, Gio.”
Gio headed that direction, the three of them entering together. Then he set her on her feet, holding onto her upper arms until she was steady.
“Caveman much?” she joked. “Why not just grab me by the hair and drag me?”
Gio reached up and closed his fist in her thick tresses. “Is that your way of asking me to pull your hair, little one?” He increased the pressure, using his grip to tilt her head back. She expected him to kiss her, but Gio missed her mouth, his lips finding her throat instead. He drew his tongue along the curve of it, the stroke so sexy, her insides began to quiver.
Her panties had been damp with arousal most of the night, and this wasn’t helping that state. Her nipples tightened, and she was overwhelmed by the desire to strip off her bra, the lace suddenly constricting and annoying.
Gio released her when they heard a bark.
She turned around and smiled when she saw Cricket sacked out on the foot of Rafe’s bed. Her bark hadn’t been the manic, nonstop intruder kind. This one was a short, single yap that told them they were disturbing her beauty sleep.
Her amusement morphed to a laugh. “Oh my God. Are those steps?”
At the foot of Rafe’s bed was a small staircase, three steps that allowed the tiny dog access to the tall bed.
Rafe sighed. “I didn’t put them there. Grandpa Albert did. Cricket slept with him every night and I haven’t figured out how to evict her from the bed yet.”
Keeley walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Liar. You haven’t even tried, have you?”
Rafe narrowed his eyes, but it was all for show. Then he pointed to a dog bed in the corner. “I bought her that, but she’s not interested.”
Keeley flexed up on tiptoe to kiss Rafe on the cheek. “I think it’s sweet that you let her sleep with you.”
“Me too,” Gio said, making it clear he was enjoying the information a little too much. Keeley could just imagine the teasing Rafe was about to suffer from the Morettis. She saw a lot of stuffed dogs, puppy treats, and squeaking toys in his future.
Gio reached for Cricket, picking her up. Now, as always, she showered him with an onslaught of affectionate licks. “But, Miss Cricket,” he said to the dog, “the bed’s going to be a little too crowded and the waves a lot too rough for the next hour or so for such a tiny dog.” Gio placed her in the dog bed but, just as Rafe said, she wasn’t impressed. She stepped out of it, and Gio pushed her back in, then raised one finger and pointed at her. “Stay,” he said firmly.
Keeley doubted that was going to work—and was surprised when Cricket whined for only a second before laying down. She didn’t close her eyes, though, her doggie gaze locked on Gio, who held it, letting her know he was serious.
Rafe, who’d been far too indulgent with the dog as far as Keeley had seen, stepped next to Gio. “Damn, man. You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.”
Gio placed his arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “You’ve been treating her like you saw your grandpa treat her. He spoiled her rotten too.”
Rafe shrugged, not bothering to deny it. “I know she misses him.”
Keeley’s heart panged, touched beyond measure by Rafe’s sweet admission.
Confident the dog was going to stay put, Gio turned to look at her. “Now. There’s something that’s been driving me crazy all night,” he said to her. “And I need an answer right now.”
“What’s that?” she asked, her tone pure flirt.
Gio crossed his arms. “Are you wearing a bra under that dress?”
She smiled widely. “What do you think?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think you are.”
Rafe chuckled. “I could have put you out of your misery before we’d even ordered the drinks at the restaurant. Slid my finger into her dress. No strap on her shoulder.”
“You’ve never heard of strapless?” she teased.
Rafe smirked. “You don’t give me enough credit for being observant. I had the better view in that booth. You reached for a piece of bread and your dress gaped a little. I got treated to a flash of one of your gorgeous tits.”
“Next time, I get the seat beside her,” Gio said, calling dibs.
“Who says there’s going to be a next time?” She was having way too much fun with them. “This date isn’t over yet. You’ve yet to stick the landing.”
“Take off that dress,” Rafe said, his tone taking on that demanding quality that never failed to turn her on.
Keeley reached for the ties on the side, slipping the knot free. Then she unfastened the two buttons there as well. It was a wrap dress, but because it dipped low in the front and the back, she couldn’t wear a bra with it. Luckily, she wasn’t so overly endowed that it was a problem.
With one flourish and a shrug of the shoulders, the dress slid off, leaving her standing before them in nothing but her thong.
“Keeley,” Gio breathed, and again she was overwhelmed by the way they looked at her. Neither man shielded his…
God. Appreciation.
She crossed her arms, not to hide herself but to use them to her advantage, lifting her breasts and making them look fuller. “Am I the only one losing clothes in this scenario?”
Rafe shook his head, as if he wanted to chastise her, but couldn’t after Gio took the bait.
Gio began unbuttoning his deep purple shirt. He’d paired it with black slacks that hugged his tight ass to perfection. Rafe, the more conservative and less flashy of the two, wore a simple pale blue button-down and khakis.
Keeley stepped in front of Gio when he shrugged off the shirt, her fingers itching to touch, to stroke, to feel. Gio’s chest, unlike his bearded face, was smooth, his skin tanned dark, thanks to so much time in the sun and his Italian genes.
Bending forward, she ran her tongue over his brown nipple, then smiled wickedly before she sank her teeth into the tiny nub, her eyes locked with his as she did so.
Gio was passive for only a moment before his hands found her breasts. He cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her taut nipples. Her breasts were super sensitive, and she moaned before she could stop the sound.
Gio gave her a charming smirk. He was a cocky lover—she’d discovered that this morning. Of course, he had every reason to be, so it wasn’t like she could call him on it.
Rafe didn’t seek to join them, but she didn’t forget his presence. He shifted closer, his body mere inches away. He still hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing, and she started to panic that tonight—like this morning—he wouldn’t go all the way.
“Rafe,” she whispered.
“Unzip his pants, Keeley. Pull his cock out, fist it.”
She did as he asked, though part of her was distracted by her concerns.
“I’m going to direct the show for a little while,” Rafe said, easing her thoughts. “Going to show you how to bring Gio to his knees.”
“Rafe,” Gio said, his voice growly, laced with a promise of retribution. One he couldn’t verbalize because Keeley had already gotten his pants unfastened, his rock-hard dick in her hand.
“And after that lesson,” Rafe continued, unfazed by Gio’s warning, “I’m going to bend you over that bed of mine and fuck you until you forget your own name.”
“Ohhh,” she breathed, certain she’d never heard anything hotter. She’d had a couple of lovers who liked to talk dirty in bed. Fool that she was, she’d thought it was hot. Now, everything those guys had said sounded like gibberish compared to Rafe’s bedroom dialogue.
“Tighten your grip, Keeley. You can stroke him harder. He likes it that way.”
Gio held still, remaining uncharacteristically quiet as Rafe gave her directions.
She clenched her fist, her gaze locked with Gio’s. The sudden unsteadiness of his breathing proved Rafe was correct.
“Pull your fist along that thick cock,” Rafe murmured, stepping closer, his lips scant inches from her ear. “Start out slow, ease him into it. Tease him into it.”
She obeyed. Gio’s tight jaw, the growing hunger in his gaze, her reward.
“That’s it. God, you’re perfect,” Rafe praised. “So fucking perfect. Now pick up the pace, stroke him faster, but don’t loosen your grip.”
“Jesus, man,” Gio muttered, but neither Rafe nor Keeley relented.
She increased her motions, Gio adding his own fuel to the flames, his hips thrusting toward her on each downstroke. He still held her breasts in his hands, squeezing them tightly. Every stroke, every squeeze drove them higher, both grasping, reaching, anxious for what came after.
Keeley pressed her legs together tightly. She needed more. So much more. She’d never been this hot, this bothered.
She felt something brush her feet and she glanced at the floor. Rafe had tossed a pillow between them.
“Get on your knees, beauty,” he instructed.
She lowered herself down without thought, too hung up on his term of endearment.
Beauty.
Her gaze was now level with Gio’s cock. She’d only opened his pants, but Gio took it further, shoving them down completely, toeing them and his shoes off.
His thighs were thick, muscular. He was built like a tree trunk, strong, unshakable. She still held his dick in her hand, so she directed the head of it to her mouth.
She’d just parted her lips when a firm fist found her hair, holding her back.
“Did I tell you to suck it?” Rafe asked.
Keeley closed her eyes, drawing in as much air as she could. She’d never…fuck…she’d never been this aroused.
“Please,” she whispered.
“I like it when you beg, beauty.”
Beauty. Again.
“You’re going to do a lot more of that tonight,” Rafe promised.
“Fuck, Rafe,” Gio said, in a way that caught Keeley’s attention. They’d shared women before…but Gio seemed as blown away by this dominant side of Rafe as she was.
“I didn’t tell you to stop stroking him,” Rafe said, as he stepped behind her and knelt, his fingers toying with the elastic waist of her thong. He didn’t remove them, didn’t do anything more than pull the elastic away from her skin. She was so hung up on what he was doing, she forgot to move her hand.
Until he released the elastic and it snapped against her, stinging.
She jerked with surprise, the pain turning inwards, the same way his pinch to her nipples had this morning.
“Move your hand,” he commanded. “Like this.”
He placed his hand over Keeley’s, and it was Gio’s turn to jerk in surprise as he watched, his furrowed brows telling Keeley they were in uncharted territory.
Rafe used his grip to move her hand, and together they began stroking Gio’s cock.
Keeley wet her lips, wishing Rafe would give her the…what was she waiting for? An order? Permission?
She had never allowed anyone to call the shots in the bedroom. Hell, that wasn’t something she’d ever really thought she wanted. Until now.
“Open your lips, Keeley,” Rafe said at last, releasing his grip on her hand. “But don’t take him inside. Gio’s going to fuck your mouth.”
Keeley thought maybe that should sound scary. She’d given blow jobs before, but she’d been in control of the situation, taking what she could, pulling away when it was too much.
But she wasn’t scared. Because this was Rafe and Gio, and she trusted them. More than anyone she’d ever been with before.
Gio cupped her cheeks, lifting her face until she was looking up at him. He gave her one of his characteristically charming winks, though his expression was otherwise serious. “Rafe might be giving the orders, but you’re still in control. You know that, right?”
She nodded. “I want you,” she whispered.
“You’ve got me, Keeley. For as long as you want.”
She could have played those words over and over a thousand times, but Gio didn’t give her a chance. The head of his cock brushed her lips and she opened, allowing him to slide inside. He really was big, almost uncomfortably so.
“Grip the base of his dick like I just showed you,” Rafe said. “Close your hand around him nice and tight, then hold on.” As he spoke, he rose, standing behind her.
No sooner had she done as he said, than Gio began thrusting in and out of her mouth and hand. He’d kept his grip on her head, holding her still, fucking her mouth just as Rafe said he would.
There was no mistaking this for a blow job. It wasn’t that. It was something she’d never done, never experienced before. And she loved it.
Loved being surrounded by these two men, obeying their dirty demands, turned on by their rough, sensual touches.
Keeley had spent her entire adult life searching for this.
Now…
Her vision blurred with tears—the happy kind as well as the trying-to-catch-her-breath kind. Gio was pushing in deeper, and she had to fight against her gag reflex.
Through it all, she felt Gio’s gaze on her face, knew he was watching her, keeping her safe, even as he took her mouth.
Rafe’s hands rested on her shoulders, her back pressed firmly against his knees. He was also looking down. Both men seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure through the mere act of watching. She wanted to ask them about that.
And while neither was touching the other, they were clearly very comfortable in each other’s space. Right now, they were only separated by her body, standing face-to-face.
“God,” Gio gasped.
“He’s close, beauty. I can’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my cock,” Rafe growled, one of his hands leaving her shoulder, slipping around to rest at the base of her throat.
Fuck her. Rafe knew exactly how and where to touch her, what to say to make her body quake with need.
Gio’s hands slid from her face to her hair, his thrusting growing faster, finesse slipping away as he approached his climax.
“Be ready,” Rafe said.
Gio cursed, and she felt the first splash of come.
Rafe’s hand completely cupped her throat. He wasn’t applying pressure. Instead, she got the sense he wanted to feel her swallow.
So she did.
Gio thrust one last time, holding still within her mouth as he came.
After the last burst, he slipped free, staggering backward the two steps necessary so that he could drop down on the bed, as if his powerful legs couldn’t hold him up anymore.
She’d done that. She’d brought Gio Moretti, the strongest man she knew, to his knees.
She smiled, and her too-pleased expression caught Gio’s attention.
“I don’t trust that look.”
She laughed breathlessly.
Gio shook his head. “We’re in trouble now, Rafe. Keeley just figured out she’s holding the keys to the castle.”
Gio’s joke proved just how well he knew her. The past few weeks, they’d all grown closer, sharing secrets and stories. Rafe and Gio both listened to her. And not just to be polite, like most of her past dates, but because they were genuinely interested.
Rafe reached down to help her up from the floor. “She has them for the moment,” he whispered in her ear. “Go bend over the side of the bed.”
Keeley looked back at him but didn’t move. She was in the mood to test a few boundaries, to have a few things confirmed. “Are you planning to undress anytime soon?”
Rafe’s eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. If she hadn’t been looking so closely at his face, she would have missed it entirely.
“What did I tell you to do, Keeley?”
“I have every intention of doing it. After you get undressed.”
Gio whistled. “You sure you want to poke the bear like that, little one?”
Keeley looked at Gio. “So you guys are the only ones who get to make demands in the bedroom?”
“Now you’re getting it,” Rafe said, his hand gripping her elbow, guiding her to the bed.
“That wasn’t what I was say—”
Before she could finish, Rafe placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her facedown on the mattress. His bed was quite tall, and luxuriously soft.
She tried to push back against his grip, but Rafe was no slouch in the strength department himself.
“If you don’t like something I do, or if it hurts, all you have to do is say stop,” he said.
Keeley grinned at Rafe as she looked back at him. “Or I could just call you a son of a bitch.”
His lips pursed, though she couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed.
“Prefer motherfucker?” she asked.
Rafe, who all night had looked so sternly hot—she really needed to get a handle on her contradictory descriptions for these men—broke character and laughed. “Okay. Either one of those will work too.”
She wasn’t sure why his amusement pleased her so. Perhaps because Gio was easy to make laugh, but Rafe took a bit more work.
Then she held her breath as she waited for whatever came next. Gio had mentioned spanking her before, and she wanted it. Rafe, however, had promised to finally—finally—take her, and she wanted that too. She was a kid in the candy story, a fox in the henhouse, Veruca from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. She wanted it all! Right now.
Gio remained sitting on the edge of the mattress, right next to her. Reaching over, he ran his hand over her ass gently. Over and over, he stroked her skin in such a soothing way, it worked a bit like a massage. Her eyes drifted closed, her body relaxing under his ministrations.
They flew open when his hand disappeared, and a much different touch took its place.
She jerked and tried to lift herself from the bed when Rafe spanked her. Three hard blows on each cheek, stinging hot. Her attempt to escape was fruitless, as Gio’s hand had slid upwards and was now pressing down on her back, holding her firmly to the mattress.
Both men stilled for a moment, which confused her, until she realized they were waiting for her to say stop—or to call them a name. She considered it, that was for sure. The spanking had hurt at first. But now…
She glanced over her shoulder at them. “Finished so soon?” she taunted.
Gio shook his head, grinning widely. He loved her dares, and she knew it. Rafe, as always, was the harder one to read.
In the end, he didn’t respond at all. Instead, he lifted his hand and smacked her ass again, harder, twice more, then his fingers slid along her slit. She knew exactly what he was going to find.
She’d been wet since the restaurant, their continual touches and kisses keeping her arousal on simmer for hours.
She groaned with pleasure when Rafe pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched, and it was then that she realized just how on edge, how close to the finish line she really was. Two or three more thrusts and she would be there.
Rafe seemed to realize the same thing because he withdrew his fingers instantly—the bastard.
“No!” she cried out, her complaint earning her two more smacks, harder than all the previous ones. Not that her body gave a shit about that. If he was trying to withhold her orgasm, he might not want to continue the spanking because she suspected the next blow would send her straight into orbit. She wiggled her ass, silently hoping he’d take the hint.
Rafe chuckled, then stepped away from the bed.
She opened her mouth to curse him all the way into next Thursday, but she realized he was undressing. So, for once, she wisely kept her mouth shut.
She was tempted to roll over and sit up. She hadn’t seen Rafe completely naked yet, and she was curious.
Gio distracted her when he ran his finger along her cheek. “Okay?” he murmured.
She nodded. “I’m so happy,” she admitted quietly.
Gio’s grin was so carefree, so boyish, it took her breath away. Even more so when he said, “Me too.”
He moved then, shifting onto the bed fully, laying on his side and propping himself up on his elbow like he was settling in for a show.
Once again, she marveled at Rafe and Gio’s utter ease with each other in the bedroom. And then, maybe more surprising, she recognized her own lack of shyness with their outright voyeurism.
Keeley never could have imagined permitting, much less enjoying, someone watching her have sex with someone else.
But Gio’s new position and his intense attention was heady. She lifted herself up on her own elbows so that her breasts were visible. Gio groaned, obviously appreciating her efforts.
Then Rafe was there, the front of his thighs brushing the backs of hers. He bent over her, his cock resting against her still-warm ass.
“Keeley,” he said, his voice so deep, it sounded more like a growl than her name. She didn’t have time to reply before he added, “Hold on.”
And then, Rafe positioned his dick at her opening and slammed home.
He fucked her with a roughness that bordered on violent, with an unrestrained wildness that screamed of hunger and need, possession and control.
And her body responded instantly. She came on his second thrust.
But Rafe didn’t stop, didn’t even give any indication that he’d noticed. Instead, he kept pounding, drawing out her first orgasm until she thought she’d explode from the never-ending pleasure.
As it began to wane, she had a moment’s reprieve. Long enough to look up and realize Gio had sat up, that his cock was hard again and he was fisting it, jerking himself off, his rhythm matching that of Rafe’s.
Keeley couldn’t take her eyes away from him, from what he was doing. But soon, Rafe stole her attention away, digging his fingers underneath her body to find her clit. A few strokes later, her second orgasm began, and this one blew the first out of the water.
Throughout, Keeley cried out…curse words, prayers to God, Rafe’s name, Gio’s…an unending stream of bliss and passion and pain and wonder.
Her second orgasm passed more slowly, and Keeley went limp, certain one more of those would finish her off for good. She might have even said that aloud, though she was so light-headed, she wasn’t sure she could tell the difference between speech and thoughts anymore.
Her confusion was answered when Rafe withdrew, flipping her over to face him.
“Just one more, beauty. Together. And don’t worry, I won’t let you die,” he added with a sexy grin.
“Wait…” she said, recalling Gio. She shifted, with a lot less grace than she cared to admit. Her strength was depleted, but she knew what she wanted, how she wanted this night to end.
She moved so that she lay fully on the bed, so that Gio was next to her rather than above her. Reaching for Rafe, she guided him to come over her. Her legs parted, and Rafe slid back in, taking her much slower this time, with more care.
Glancing over at Gio, she looked at his hand, still rubbing up and down his erection, then gazed into his eyes. “Come with us,” she asked.
He nodded, his serious expression one she would have expected to see on Rafe’s face, not his.
“Yes,” he said, “but you better be quick about it.”
Rafe slid out until only the head of his impressive cock was buried inside her. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
He’d only been teasing her with that gentle entry because her conqueror was back on the second return. Rafe took her hard, lifting her legs, the back of her knees resting in the crooks of his elbows. Within a dozen thrusts, she was there, coming loudly, again, and he was right there with her.
She heard Gio’s climax but was unable to see it, blinded by a flash of bright white light.
She rode out the storm inside her, oblivious to everything else. For a few minutes, it felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings, everything happening at a distance.
She was aware of Rafe pulling out of her, of Gio going to the bathroom to clean up, of Rafe gently lifting her to pull back the covers, of Gio urging her to the middle of the bed, of both men climbing in, flanking her.
Keeley closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she wasn’t sure if she’d dozed for seconds or hours. All she knew was that she was curled on her stomach, surrounded by the heat of Rafe’s and Gio’s bodies, and she’d never in her life experienced anything so amazing.
It was so good, so overwhelming, she wasn’t sure if she was looking forward to doing it again or afraid of it. She’d been completely out of control, and it had shaken her to the core.
Mercifully, Gio knew exactly how to set her at ease, the sound of his voice bringing her back to reality. A reality based on so many years of fantasy.
She was the luckiest woman on the planet.
“Bet you thought I was the bad boy,” Gio joked, lifting his hand and slapping her ass just once.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” she retorted, laughing breathlessly.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Gio agreed.
Rafe mumbled something that sounded like “smart-asses,” but he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t try to defend himself.
“Keeley,” Gio said, drawing her attention to him. “Stay here with us while Kayden’s out of town.”
She frowned…and suddenly she remembered that her new reality wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Not quite yet. “He’ll be gone almost a month.”
Gio nodded. “I know that. Just until he comes home. It’s only three weeks.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask where he saw this going, but she felt Rafe stirring behind her. He’d been dead to the world before Gio issued his invitation.
The coward in her was too afraid to look over her shoulder to see what he thought. Because she wanted what Gio was asking for. Desperately.
But did Rafe?
She recalled his comments about not looking for a relationship, not wanting love, commitment, kids.
Just sex.
And then he always walked away.
That was the one thing she’d played over and over since their conversation at the restaurant. The moment the woman expressed wanting more…Rafe walked away.
Three weeks.
Was that Gio’s way of putting a time limit on the affair? Why did he think they needed one? Was he letting her know this wasn’t forever? Or was he trying to protect their hearts—keep it short and sweet in hopes that no one got hurt in the end?
She didn’t have it in her to tell him that ship had already sailed. She was definitely falling in love with both of them.
Then, she considered what they’d just done, and her body convinced her head and her heart that she did not give a fuck.
Three more weeks of that?
Hell yeah.
“Okay,” she said quickly, keeping her gaze on Gio, and holding her breath as she waited for Rafe to rescind the invitation.
She didn’t realize how tense she was until Rafe’s arm snuck around her waist, and he spooned her against him.
“Cricket’s not going to be happy about you stealing her spot in the bed,” Rafe said drowsily.
Keeley laughed, though suddenly, her happiness felt just the tiniest bit dimmer.