Mateo/Mia/Rafe
Mia
I lie in bed trying like hell to sleep, but it’s impossible. The tension won’t leave my body. Replaying over and over in my mind is the visual of my husband—my incredible, untouchable husband—being marched across the room, his lip bloody, his arms held tightly behind his back. Alec’s accusations traipse across my mind, leaving a trail of inky dread behind them. Dante’s resentful words lance me.
Mateo is my heart and soul, and I put him in danger. It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t real. It doesn’t matter if he was only performing for me.
It could have been real.
I bought so completely into Mateo’s legend, his presence, his reputation, it just never occurred to me that by trying to help others, I could hurt him. Not really. Not until tonight.
Tonight I felt it. Tonight I felt a lot of things.
And right now what I feel is overwhelming anxiety that my husband hasn’t come back to bed yet. I tell myself he’s safe because there’s no reason he wouldn’t be—tonight was a production. Only a production.
Their words were real, though, and they are still running through my head. No matter how imaginary the events may have been, it was real to me as it was happening. The consequences felt real.
Another thing is, Rafe is still here, and I still don’t completely trust him. I don’t completely trust Dante, either. I trust Adrian with my life on a daily basis, but even he lied to me. If he was in the closet tonight to make sure things didn’t go sideways, he did know what was going on. When I told him how worried Rafe was making me, he told me he didn’t think Rafe’s behavior toward me had anything to do with why he was in town, and that was bullshit.
Right now, in the aftermath of what just happened tonight, I don’t feel like it’s worth trusting anyone. I just want to curl up with Mateo and stay in our little bubble forever.
Thank god, my husband saved me from reality again tonight.
Now I need him to save me from my memories of tonight. When I was wrapped up in him, when our bodies were one and his strong arms held me, both of us safe and sound, it was over. The feelings lingered, but they were just an uncomfortable memory, not a real threat. He let me get lost in him, but now that he has been gone for so long, my worries are coming back.
I’ll say one thing about my husband—he doesn’t half-ass teaching a lesson. That man goes big and makes it stick.
After a few more anxious minutes, the door opens and a faint sigh of relief escapes me. He’s back. Now he’ll strip his clothes off, climb into our bed, pull me close, and absorb all my fear. He’ll comfort me with his presence and banish every last shred of doubt. Mateo will be just fine—as long as I keep my ass out of his way.
I’ll stay out of his way.
Peace and contentment flow through me as I hear him shut the door, as I hear the soft sounds of his shoes against the bedroom floor. Then I frown faintly. That sounds like more movement than I expected.
Fear slices through me, reminding me of earlier when Dante darkened our doorway. My heart pounds and I turn over, my gaze seeking out the shape of my husband.
I find him, but before I can feel too relieved, I see a second body. My eyes widen, my heart falls clear through my stomach, and I start to sit up. Remembering I’m naked, I wrap the soft white sheet around my body more carefully.
Mateo approaches my side of the bed, but his carriage is calm. There’s no urgency, no hardness outside of the layer of exterior he always has up when other people are around.
“You awake?” His deep voice pours over me like honey and I smile up at him. His big hand comes toward my face and he runs his knuckles across my cheek, watching me with a tender glow in his dark eyes. God, I love this man.
I nod my head. “I was waiting for you to come back to bed.”
“Here I am,” he offers.
“Yes…. But I thought you’d be coming back alone. I’m kinda naked under here.”
Amusement flickers in his dark gaze. “I remember.”
“So, are you coming to bed soon?”
He drags his fingers across my jaw a little more deliberately. “Mm hmm.”
A soft hint of discomfort tugs at me. “Why is he here?”
The other figure in the room has been lurking at the foot of the bed while we talked, like a shadow that wouldn’t come to life until acknowledged. Now, Rafe Morelli takes several slow steps forward, his hooded gaze on me. It should be on my face—only my face—but like my husband, Rafe doesn’t excel at respecting boundaries. Instead, his dark gaze traces the curve of my bare shoulder, the wrinkled line of the sheet I’m holding across my breasts like my life depends upon it. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me—like I’m not a married woman, like my husband isn’t standing right here, like he’s going to get a peek beneath this sheet, and he’s damn sure of it.
My stomach flutters with nerves and my gaze flashes back to Mateo. He hasn’t answered me, so I reword and ask, “Mateo, what’s going on?”
“I need you to do something for me, sweetheart.”
My heart beats faster in anticipation. I know that tone—deliberately calm, oozing authority. He’s going to issue a command I’m not going to want to follow, and he’s priming me to do it anyway. “What do you need me to do?” I ask, tentatively.
“You’re going to help me pay a debt,” Mateo states, his finger dropping from my face. He trails it lightly across my collar bone, prodding lightly at the sheet I’m still clutching close.
“A debt?” I ask, cautiously.
Now he hooks his finger on the inside of the sheet and tugs. I push my hand more firmly against my chest, but he has only to cock an eyebrow at me and my heart pounds, my grip easing. He drags the sheet away from my breasts and I take a shuddering breath. I’m tempted to look at Rafe, but I keep my gaze locked on my husband’s. What the hell is he doing?
“Mm, very nice,” Rafe murmurs, in approval.
“Aren’t they?” Mateo remarks, casually.
I try to go along with whatever the hell Mateo wants from me, but I can’t. I bring my hands up to cover my breasts, shooting a dirty look at Rafe, then at Mateo. “What the hell are you two doing?”
“Playing,” Rafe offers, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.
I scoot back, putting more distance between us. “I’m not your toy.”
Now a slow grin splits his face, somewhat predatory—but not the way he has been this past couple weeks, more like the way he was that first day I met him in Vegas. “Don’t I know it, little one. Mateo found you first; otherwise I think we both know you would be.”
I squirm, shaking my head stubbornly. “I don’t know that.”
“If you’re going to lie, at least do it to someone who might believe you,” Rafe advises.
“Your fibs are wasted on us, sweetheart.”
I shoot my husband a dirty look. “You… What the hell, Mateo?”
“You two have some tension to work out,” Mateo informs me. “Rafe got to play with you once and I didn’t even get to watch.”
Shame floods me and I have to look away. I can’t believe he would bring that up at all, but in front of Rafe?
“There it is,” Rafe says, like he’s just found Waldo.
“Like I said,” Mateo responds.
I don’t like the feeling of them talking about me right in front of me. “I don’t want Rafe in our bedroom. Please make him leave.”
“No,” Mateo says, simply.
My gaze jumps to him and my eyes widen. “No?”
He nods. “No.”
“But…”
Mateo watches me for a moment, then says, “Rafe, give me a minute with my wife.”
Relief pours through me. I only need a minute alone with him to talk him out of whatever stupid idea he has. When Rafe is around, I can’t talk to Mateo as freely. As soon as the door clicks shut and Rafe is safely on the other side of it, I crawl forward, grabbing onto my handsome husband and drawing him close. Clearly he’s lost his mind and he requires help finding it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, leaning my naked body against him. One of his hands moves to the small of my back and he gazes down at me, waiting to hear my objections. “This is insane. Rafe shouldn’t be here. This is our bedroom. He shouldn’t be in our space.”
With a look more knowing that I’m comfortable with, Mateo caresses my jaw with his free hand and tells me, “He’s already in it.”
I get the feeling he doesn’t mean because he invited him. Guilt multiplies inside me and a lump forms in my throat. “You said you forgave me. You’ve said it a million times.”
“I’m not the problem, Mia,” he says, gently. “I’m over it. You’re not. Even my ordering you on multiple occasions hasn’t worked to completely free you from the guilt. It comes back when he does. That’s not getting over it. Time to try something else.”
“Not this,” I say desperately, shaking my head. “I’ll do better. I’ll let it go. I promise. I don’t want anyone else, Mateo. I only want you—forever. I don’t want Rafe, and I don’t see how anything that could possibly come from Rafe being in our bedroom when I’m naked could make me feel less guilty.”
“Because I’m in control of this,” he says, simply. “This is my call. You’re doing what I tell you to do, not acting of your own volition. This time, you get no say.”
I sit back on my heels, looking up at him curiously. This is not the first time he’s pulled rank and taken my consent out of the equation, but it is the craziest. “I get no say,” I repeat.
Holding my gaze, he nods his head once. “You’re doing this because I want you to. I want to watch you with him. I want both of us to play with you. Just for tonight. Then you can see that I mean it when I say it doesn’t bother me.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, still skeptical. I’m starting to see the logic in what he says—it takes the responsibility off my shoulders when Mateo makes me do things. He can’t really make me do anything I don’t want to do, because I want to do whatever pleases him. I get pleasure by giving it to him. If he’s doing it for me, I don’t want to do it, but he’s telling me it’s what he wants. If I could fully believe that, I could get on board, but there’s a part of my brain that doesn’t believe him.
Maybe the part that’s been there.
God, I don’t want to bring that up.
“You’re talking about another threesome,” I say.
Since he also knows we don’t talk about that, his dark eyebrows rise slightly in surprise that I’m bringing it up. He recovers quickly, because he’s Mateo, but then he nods. “Yes—this one should be more your speed, don’t you think?”
How can he joke at a time like this? “I don’t want to have a threesome with Rafe,” I inform him. “Just like I didn’t want to have a threesome with Meg.”
“Yes, well, I can’t get you Adrian,” he remarks, his eyes flashing with mischief as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
I roll my eyes and crawl toward him again, lifting his arm around me and nestling into his side. I wrap my arms tightly around his torso and mutter, “I don’t want a threesome with Adrian either. I told you, that’s just a kinky story I tell to get you going.”
If he believes me, you certainly can’t tell. “Well, tonight, we can actually do it.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“Stop saying that. I don’t like when you lie to me.”
I pull back and frown at him. “I’m not lying to you.”
“I can feel the tension between you, Mia. Who do you think you’re talking to?”
That makes me feel absolutely wretched. Before I can help it, tears well up in my eyes at the thought of him feeling like I want anyone else.
He sighs and wraps his arm back around me, pulling me close. “Don’t look like that. I already told you, I’m not upset. I never want you to feel ashamed of your sexuality, Mia. It’s one of my favorite things about you. Your attraction to Rafe happens to work in my favor in this instance. I’m not just doing this for you; there’s a whole list of other reasons I’ve decided this is the right move. My sexually capable cousin helping me overload my little wife with orgasms seems like a good enough reason to make the list, though.”
I squeeze him tight. “You give me lots of orgasms. All the orgasms I need. You just gave me two a couple hours ago.”
“Yes, I am aware of all this,” he says, dryly.
“So, make Rafe go back to his room, we can forget this ever happened, and you can give me all the orgasms you want.”
“All right,” he says, far too easily. “If you can tell me in explicit detail about the night he made you come in Vegas, I’ll say fuck the rest of my reasons and I’ll do that.” Tugging me back, he watches expectantly, like he’s my professor awaiting an oral exam.
I stare at him. He knows I can’t—won’t—do that.
“Go on,” Mateo says. “I want every detail. I want to know how he tasted, how he felt against your skin—”
I shrug out of his hold and roll away. “Stop it, Mateo.”
He stops talking, but he stands. “I’m going to get him. This is the quickest, easiest, and best solution to a host of my problems. This is the most important. I won’t have shit like this between us, Mia. It’s stupid. It’s beneath us.”
“You won’t like it,” I burst out, jumping off the bed to follow him. I grab his arm to stop him. “It’s not fun. I don’t know why you think it will be, but it isn’t. It’s stressful and awful and it makes your stomach hurt. And I didn’t even have to watch—whatever I’m sure he’ll want to do. We had strict rules and I still hated every minute that you weren’t just touching me, and I felt awkward when you were touching me, every minute that she was even in the room with us. Knowing it happened is not the same as seeing it, trust me.”
It’s annoying how patient he looks. “Mia, this is not the first time I’ve watched you with someone else. You and I are different people. I know you didn’t enjoy that, that’s why we never attempted it again. This is entirely different. I’ve already watched someone else fuck you—Vince, on a monitor.” Now he grabs my arm and yanks me against him, running his fingers lightly down my shoulder. “I know you don’t understand because it’s just how you are, and it’s all you know, but thinking of you with Rafe—in front of me—doesn’t make me feel jealous. You’re all mine—what do I have to be jealous of? Watching you is intoxicating. Your pleasure is beautiful. You’re so responsive, so passionate. You feel so much. I love watching you. It doesn’t make me feel the way it would make you feel. It turns me on.”
“Just the thought of it makes me want to claw your skin off,” I state.
He lips curve up and he rubs my back reassuringly. “You have before. Rest assured you can retract your claws; I’m never going to touch anyone else ever again.”
I already know that, but now he wants me to touch someone else. “I just don’t see how you can enjoy this.”
“You will enjoy this,” he murmurs, running his lips along the shell of my ear. “Two dangerous, powerful men using your body for their pleasure.”
Despite my reluctance, I feel a twinge between my legs hearing him word it that way.
“Rafe shares many of your kinks and I’ll let him play with you however he wants. I have one rule, that’s it.”
I feel like asking will give the appearance that I’m considering this, so I keep my mouth shut.
He nibbles on my ear, causing goosebumps to rise up along my neck and arms. “Don’t you want to know my rule?”
Still, I say nothing.
Apparently seeing he hasn’t hooked me yet, Mateo continues, “Among the many differences between this time and that one, this is something everyone wants. Rafe wants to fuck you, sweetheart. To be honest, I expected he would when he had the chance in Vegas. He wants it enough to come here and do my bidding for these past two weeks, potentially putting himself at risk when he goes back home.” Pulling back and glancing down at me, his brown eyes warm, he adds, “Before you met him, Rafe wouldn’t have dumped a glass of water on me if I caught on fire. He’s here for you, not me.”
Now I can’t help speaking. “That seems like a bad thing from where I’m standing. Look what happened with Vince.”
Mateo shakes his head, dismissing my concern. “Rafe isn’t Vince. He likes you because you’re his type and you’re mine, because you’re a beautiful toy on a shelf he can’t reach. He’ll be satisfied playing with you; he doesn’t need to keep you. There is a chance he’ll try to wrest control away from me tonight just to fuck with me for my past trespasses against him, but I’m not worried. I have complete faith in you. I know you won’t give in to him. You’re mine, Mia; nobody else can ever really have you. When he fails, he’ll lose interest. Then we can put all this behind us. You won’t have to feel guilty because you’ll know I’m honestly not upset by what happened, and he can stop wondering what it would be like to fuck you because he’ll already know. One night and we all clear the air. Plus, you know, the debt thing.”
“You seriously promised him this for his help?” I question.
Mateo shrugs. “It’s all he wanted. He already has money and clout; I don’t have much bargaining power with him.”
That just reminds me of when Rafe first brought me home to Mateo, after I came clean about what had happened in Vegas between us and Mateo joined Rafe in the wing chairs in his study. I remember vaguely wanting to lie down on the floor between them, in front of the roaring fire, and just soak up their powerful presences.
As long as they’re playing nice and I don’t have to worry about treachery, they really are quite beautiful together. Mateo and all his seductive darkness, Rafe with his golden good looks. The visual creeps into my mind of both of them having free rein over my body—Rafe’s hands on me, Mateo’s intense presence hovering over me, watching.
I swallow and look up at him, a bit cautiously. I know he doesn’t need much to pounce on. “You would both have me at the same time, or you’d only watch?”
“A little bit of both. We’ll definitely both have you at the same time.”
“You don’t think you’re too much alike? I’m not sure this works. When I imagine it with Adrian, that’s different because Adrian is ultimately within your control. Rafe….”
“He’s within yours,” Mateo says, simply. “He might push your consent, but he won’t take it. He’s not like me.”
Smiling faintly, I loop my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. “No one is like you.”
“He’ll try to tempt you, but he won’t force you. At the end of the day, he knows he’s a guest here. The games may be big league, I can’t say for sure; I’ve never done this with him before. If I were him, I’d try, so be ready for it.”
“Of course you would,” I mutter. “What’s the rule?”
A slow smile claims Mateo’s lips and I realize I just said the magical words.
“I meant, if we—”
He doesn’t let me finish backtracking. “The rule is simple. Play however you want, but don’t kiss him on the mouth.”
The addition of “on the mouth” fills my mind with naughty images—Rafe standing above me, me kneeling on the ground in front of him. “I can kiss him… in other places,” I say, to reiterate.
“Yes, of course,” Mateo says, easily. “I want you to enjoy yourself. I don’t want this to be a stressful experience for you. There’s one simple rule, and that’s it. He already knows the rule—well, he has two, but he can handle two.”
“What’s his other rule?” I ask, out of curiosity.
“When he’s inside you, he has to wear a condom.”
I bury my face in my hands, feeling heat beneath my skin at Mateo’s words. “Another man shouldn’t be inside me at all.”
He grabs my wrist, tugging my hands away from my face. “Nope, don’t fall back; we’re making good progress here.”
I let him pull my hands away from my face and tug me back against him. Meeting his gaze, I ask seriously, “You’re positive you want to do this?”
“Yep.”
Yep, he says. Like it’s so freaking simple. God, he’s a peculiar man. I love the hell out of him, but I swear, he’s going to drive me out of my mind. “Tell me the other reasons.”
“Hm?”
“The other reasons. You said you have a list.”
Instantly dismissing my request, he tells me, “Don’t concern yourself with my reasons. Know that I have a more than a half dozen aside from your pleasure, so it’s a considered decision.”
“There are that many reasons to do this? And you can’t tell me any of them? Are they mean? Is this a trick? A test?”
“Stop asking so many questions and obey your husband,” he tells me.
I give him a puppy dog pout. “Just one reason? A nice one? Please?”
Mateo rolls his eyes at me, but indulges me anyway. “Fine. Since he can’t take control from me, he won’t attempt to steal you away, but because of tonight, he will still be invested in protecting you. The experience will bond him to you in a way nothing else would. Vegas already bonded him enough to make this past couple weeks happen, and he didn’t even get an orgasm out of that; tonight will seal the deal. Should anything ever happen to me, Adrian would obviously protect you, but if anything happens to me, there’s a good chance he goes down, too. If something happens to me, Rafe will find out. He’ll know you’re vulnerable. Instead of leaving you to fend for yourself, he’ll extract you and bring you to safety because he’ll care about your well-being.”
I make a face, my stomach sinking at the idea of there ever being a time where that might happen. “That’s the nice reason?”
“The nicest one I have to offer,” he verifies.
“Ugh, then don’t tell me any of the other ones.”
Mateo smirks, reaching down and tucking a chunk of hair behind my ears. “I didn’t plan to.”
“I don’t like talking about you dying. You have to live forever. We already talked about this.”
“Even in that case, Rafe caring about you has already proven beneficial to me. He’ll do things for me now he never would have before he met you. Who knows all the ways this could potentially benefit me?”
The way this man’s mind works, I swear. “You’re so devious.”
“Yes,” he agrees.
I shake my head at him. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Dragging my hand to his mouth, he kisses my knuckles, then flattens it against his heart and tells me, “I am well aware of my good fortune.”
Now that he’s won the argument, Mateo tells me to get back on the bed and he goes to the door to get Rafe. I’m still not sure this is a good idea, so I climb under the covers and pull the sheets up to cover my breasts again. I’m not entirely sure what my strategy is here, but the prospect of tonight seems daunting and I don’t want to be on display as soon as he comes in.
“Are we good in here?” Rafe asks, looking at Mateo, then me.
“We are,” Mateo says.
Rafe waits for me to answer, but I just look down at the sheets and fidget.
Crossing the room, Rafe takes a seat on the edge of my bed again. “Little one?”
I look to Mateo for guidance, but Rafe knows exactly what I’m doing and cuts me off before I can get anything. Gently grasping my jaw, he turns my face to look at him instead.
“I’m talking to you, not him,” Rafe states, firmly.
My heart kicks up a few speeds. I already feel like he’s disregarding Mateo and he hasn’t even taken any clothing off. Mateo is wrong about this, I can feel it. I don’t know what his other reasons are, but this is a bad idea.
“Mia,” Rafe says, more sharply.
My gaze jerks to his. “Yes.”
His gaze warms. A faintly sensual smile tugs at his lips and his grip on my jaw turns into a caress. “Good.”
Fuck, did I just agree to this? I think I did. It wasn’t exactly my intention, but then he snapped and I just… I didn’t want to disappoint him.
This is a bad idea.
“I’m nervous,” I blurt.
He nods, maintaining my gaze. “Why are you nervous?”
“I’m not sure you two are compatible in this way,” I say carefully.
Rafe smirks. “Well, we’re not fucking each other, little one—just you.”
“I know, that’s what I meant, though. You’re both too controlling.”
“You love controlling,” Rafe states.
“You’re both used to being the alpha male in this scenario, and there can’t be two. The law of nature dictates this does not end well. I don’t want you to piss each other off, and I feel like it’s inevitable in this situation.”
Shaking his head, Rafe slides closer. I hold the sheet a little tighter, but he makes no move to take it away from me. Instead, he takes my hand, places it palm up on his lap and lightly runs his blunt fingertips across the delicate skin of my wrist.
Pleasure swallows me up instantaneously. My heart feels light, my stomach rocky, but in the nicest way. Some of my senses weaken, as if to make up for the sense of touch requiring every single bit of my focus. Mateo has done this to me before, usually only when we’re fighting. It’s such a simple, seemingly innocent thing to do, but something about it bowls over my defenses like they’re nothing. All I can focus on is how nice it feels, how nice he is for making me feel that way. He traces the outside edge of my palm, then drags it toward my thumb. My eyes drift shut as he continues to touch me with just that one finger; my teeth come down on my bottom lip. I’m lost to feeling, and there’s really nothing sexual happening yet.
What were we talking about? I can’t remember. Did he ask me a question?
Now he rotates my hand palm down and uses his finger to trace a path along the slightly less sensitive topside of my hand. It still feels lovely, but now I’m more cognizant—or I try to be. My brain tries to resist the shut-off technique that shouldn’t work, because it’s so damn simple. I recall just a moment ago when Mateo’s lips were brushing the skin where Rafe is running his fingers.
Only before I can feel guilty, I look up and see Mateo standing beside the bed. My pulse picks up and I watch him slowly unbutton his shirt while Rafe’s finger makes its way up my arm to my shoulder. My skin prickles pleasantly and in the smoothest motion imaginable, Rafe is suddenly on his knees behind me, his strong hands kneading the tense muscles in my neck and shoulders.
Okay, so far, this is not, in fact, a bad idea. Everything that’s happening right now resides firmly inside the city limits of Good-Idea-Ville.
Pleasure rolls through me in gentle waves as I watch my husband undress. God, I love watching that man undress. Getting an incredible neck message in the meantime makes the glorious experience even better.
Stripping his shirt off, Mateo reveals the familiar, toned torso that I curl up against every night. I search his face for some sign that he doesn’t like seeing Rafe’s hands on me, but I find only molten heat in my husband’s eyes. My head lolls to the side as Rafe’s fingers knead a particularly tense spot and I murmur, “You’re good at that.”
A low chuckle in my ear causes me to tense up all over again. Still kneading the muscles in my neck and shoulders, Rafe places a soft kiss against my shoulder blade. “I’m good at a lot of things, little one.”
Oh, God, bad idea, bad idea!
“Relax,” he commands, giving my shoulders a firm squeeze.
I swallow, watching as Mateo climbs on the bed and prowls toward me, his intense dark eyes locked on mine. My favorite predator. I reach my arms out to him, needing him to come closer and reassure me.
Only I ask the big, bad wolf for reassurance.
Because I do, he gives it to me. Uncaring of Rafe’s hands messaging me, Mateo rips the sheet away and drags me closer. I can’t kiss Rafe, but I can certainly kiss him. Mateo claims my mouth in a hard, reassuring kiss so powerful it has me leaning away from Rafe’s magical hands.
Rafe releases me and I go to my husband, abandoning the sheet to crawl forward. There’s little point clinging to modesty when I know Rafe will see my body anyway. I brace my hands on Mateo’s strong shoulders and close my eyes while he plunders my mouth. His hand creeps between my legs and I spread them obediently, waiting for his finger to move inside me. It doesn’t. He runs a hand down my thigh and I moan into the kiss. He pushes on my thigh, signaling me to spread them wider so I do.
Mateo breaks the kiss and pushes his fingers through my hair, grabbing a fistful with one hand. I don’t know where he’s leading me, but I go without question. He looks behind me for a few seconds, watching Rafe, I guess. Then he claims my lips again, and as he does, I’m startled by the sudden movement of Rafe’s handsome face moving beneath my body.
Oh, god. I break the kiss to say something, to stop him, but then Rafe’s beautiful mouth fastens onto my pussy and I can scarcely breathe. Blood surges through my veins, then rushes to my head. He uses his tongue to explore the unfamiliar territory, but it’s like he has a map. I shudder as his tongue touches every sensitive, hidden place. By instinct alone, I reach down and grab his hair. He growls into my pussy and does something incredible that draws a near-sob out of me.
Fuck. I open my mouth to say stop and Mateo must sense it, because he cuts me off, sealing his lips over mine. His kiss heightens my arousal to an unbearable degree. I already can’t concentrate with Rafe’s masterful tongue ravaging my pussy. I’m too overwhelmed by both of them, so I pull back from Mateo.
I need to focus on Rafe right now. It isn’t a conscious decision; my brain is no longer invited to this party, robbed of its invitation by Rafe’s sinful mouth. It’s hard to breathe with him latched onto my pussy like this and I need to come so he’ll let me go. I look down now and realize his fingers are digging into my thighs. A thrill shoots through me. He liked when I grabbed his hair, so I do it again, tugging it and bucking my hips against his face.
He offers up an approving chuckle, moving his hands to my ass and pulling me even tighter against his face.
“Oh, fucking fuck,” I murmur mindlessly, raking my hands through my own hair.
He stops tasting my pussy just long enough to tell me, “Say my name, Mia.”
“Rafe,” I say, quietly at first. He uses his fingers to spread me and stabs his tongue inside me again, easily finding the path to pleasure he found before. He wraps his hands around my thighs again, digging his fingers into my soft skin. “Rafe,” I cry again, a little less composed as his tongue sweeps inside me, wreaking havoc on my body’s basic ability to function. In a disconnected way, I know I had concerns a minute ago, but damned if I can remember what any of them were. All I can think about is the tightening in my stomach, my heart slamming around in my chest as Rafe devours my pussy, as his fingers dig into my thighs like they belong to him, as I cry out his name and ride his face.
When his tongue takes me over the edge, I scream for him. His fingers dig in and I whimper his name. Shame sneaks in with the overload of satisfaction, but as pleasure explodes in my body, I can’t focus on it. My orgasm is so intense—perhaps in part because it feels so wrong to come for Rafe—it drains the energy out of my body. I’m putty in his hands as he snakes his arms up behind me and easily shifts my weight, rolling me onto my back and climbing on top of me.
I need him close, so I wrap my arms around him and pull him against me. I have a tenuous grip on anything outside of this moment, but I remember it’s important that I don’t kiss him on the mouth.
He gives me a cute little smirk and says, “That good, huh?”
I shove at his shoulder with all the strength of a limp noodle. “You know how good it was,” I mutter.
Since it’s all I can do, I bury my face in his shoulder. Then I kiss his neck, since I can’t kiss his mouth. I wish I could. His mouth really deserves a thank you for that performance. My stomach still doesn’t feel right. Fuck, I’m already tired. It doesn’t help that this comes right on the heels of Mateo fucking me before he left earlier.
Since Rafe has me lying here, boneless and lacking the ability to resist, let alone the interest, he takes advantage. His big hand comes up to palm my breast. My nipple instantly pebbles for him, and the throbbing starts up again between my legs.
“Too bad we aren’t at my house,” Rafe murmurs, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I could break out a couple toys. You’d like playing with me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
His voice is so calmly commanding, so entrancing. I don’t even have to pay attention as he lulls me with it. “Yes, of course you would. You’d let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
His golden head drops and he takes my nipple into his mouth, brushing the other with his thumb to keep them both stimulated. I squirm already, my spent body somehow finding it within to need again. I can feel arousal gathering between my legs. Rafe’s hand moves downward like he can hear my thoughts. It moves gently over my slightly swollen abdomen, then dips between my legs. I don’t know what I want, exactly, but I let my legs fall open so he can have whatever it is he wants from me.
Rafe smiles at me approvingly.
“Fuck, look at this pretty little cunt.”
I think he’s talking to me, and then for a horrifying moment, I realize he’s talking to Mateo. I try to squeeze my legs shut, but Rafe’s hand holds one thigh in place and Mateo’s shoots out to grab the other one, keeping me spread open for them to look at.
“Looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Mateo remarks.
“You love to be fucked, don’t you, little one?”
My face flushes, but I don’t answer. I would have a minute ago, but I can’t get a good read on Mateo right now.
Rafe sinks a finger inside me while Mateo watches my face, hears the way my breath hitches. I meet his gaze, afraid for a moment, needing to know this is okay. It’s too late if it isn’t—he just watched me come so hard on Rafe’s face that I legitimately forgot where I was for a minute, but he’s poker facing me and I can’t tell.
It breaks through the lust fog. The idea that maybe Mateo isn’t okay with this.
“Stop,” I tell Rafe.
Rafe doesn’t stop. He keeps touching me, but after a moment, he frowns and looks at Mateo. “What’s her safe word?”
Mateo doesn’t take his eyes off me, and he still doesn’t show me a sliver of emotion. “She doesn’t have one.”
Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up and he withdraws his finger from my body. “She doesn’t have a safe word? I’m not comfortable with that.”
“I don’t care,” Mateo returns, levelly.
A knot of fear slides through my torso and I roll on my side, just so I’m not splayed here on my back anymore. I liked being on my back for them when I thought this was going okay, but now I’m not sure.
“Mateo?” I ask, quietly.
“Having fun?” His voice is cold, and it nearly stops my heart.
Alarm courses through me and I push up, stumbling on my not-quite recovered arms to sit up in front of him. “Are you okay?”
Instead of answering, he grabs my hair and shoves my face into the mattress, hard. Fear shoots through me, but I don’t know if this is a game or it isn’t. I have no idea. My hand shoots out and grasps whatever it can—his thigh. I swallow and try to lift my head up, but he pushes me back down.
Rafe has fallen silent, but I don’t care. I only care that Mateo doesn’t hate me. I care that I haven’t hurt him. I care about making it up to him that he just watched me come for someone else. I knew he wouldn’t be okay with it. I knew he was wrong.
I don’t know if it will work this time, but I whisper, “Please. I need you.”
The pressure on my head eases up. He lets me lift my head, then allows me to move closer and lean between his legs. He’s hard as a rock and I want to relieve him, so I grasp his thick cock in my hand and rub, stealing a tentative look up at his face.
Still nothing. I wouldn’t even know from his facial expression that I’m stroking him.
The fear intensifies. I drop my face between his legs and take his cock into my mouth, worshipping it with my lips and my hands, caressing him with my tongue. The taste of him drives me wild. Even with all the fear and uncertainty coursing through me, I can feel arousal drip between my legs as I suck the smooth head of his cock. I take him all next, clear into my throat. I care nothing for my comfort right now, only his. When he’s lodged at the base of my throat, when he’s completely invading me, I feel relief. I’ll stay here all night if he lets me, sucking him, bringing him pleasure, letting him know how sorry I am.
I hate disappointing him, but there’s little as intoxicating as trying to make it up to him. My heart beats in my stomach, my nerves are a wreck, my pussy clenches around nothing, needing him to come inside, and all I can taste is my husband. All I can feel is his pull and his darkness. All I want is to feel his love, but he won’t open that door yet. I need to convince him. I need to earn it. I moan around his perfect cock as I ease back and take him all again.
“Jesus, she is enthusiastic.”
Rafe.
Cold fear shoots through me at the reminder and I suck harder. I rub my tongue along Mateo’s length the way I know he loves. I moan again so he can feel my pleasure.
“Enough,” Mateo says, sharply, tugging my hair.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth off his cock and look up at him. I stay low because I feel low, because I need him above me. He still looks at me coldly and it shouldn’t, but it turns me on more. I need to try harder. I need to do more.
“Please, Mateo.”
His voice is hard. “Please what?”
“I need you inside me. Please.”
“You need me inside you? You need me inside that pussy that’s so wet for Rafe?”
My heart drops. The whole world ceases to rotate and I struggle to draw in a breath.
Then he grabs a fistful of hair, yanks me back on the bed, and moves over me, planting himself between my legs. I’m a little breathless, looking up at him with wide eyes.
He drops the poker face and smiles, familiar warmth coming back into those brown eyes as he murmurs, “Good.”
My heart kicks forward and my whole body weakens with relief. I wrap my arms around my devious husband and pull him close, still not completely trusting it. “We’re okay? Everything’s good? You promise?”
Mateo answers my question by crushing his lips against mine in a kiss so possessive, my lips feel faintly bruised. He’s not normally like this, and the sheer thrill of it intoxicates me. My desire for this man comes to life and beats between my legs. His tongue demands entrance between my lips and I open for him immediately, wrapping my legs around his hips and drawing him tightly against me. When he finally pulls back, he answers the invitation my hips are issuing. “We’re not going to fill you up just yet, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. The endearment rolls over me like a salve.
Despite the convincing heat of his kiss, I need verification he isn’t mad, so I run my hands over his pecs and meet his gaze. “You promise you’re not mad at me?”
His hand comes up to caress my jaw, to cradle my face and pull me into him. “I promise.”
I breathe a sigh of relief and burrow into Mateo’s chest for comfort. He wraps his arms around me, one hand rubbing my back for reassurance. I’m craving his pleasure hard, so I reach between his legs to stroke him while he holds me.
“You two are something else,” Rafe states.
Even though he only murmurs, Mateo sounds pretty self-satisfied. “Mm hmm.”
“I’ve met some kinky bitches in my time, but none that have enjoyed having their mind quite so thoroughly fucked as part of a sexual experience. Isn’t it sore from earlier tonight? It’s like you’ve trained her to greet mental torture with insatiable lust.”
“You wanna keep working up your diagnosis, or you wanna fuck my wife?” Mateo asks.
“That should be an easier decision,” Rafe mutters, but I can still feel the bed move as he crawls closer. “I want to play with her first, but I want a safe word. She needs to know there’s a way out if she wants one.”
“No safe words,” Mateo says, shaking his head. “We don’t play that way.”
“It isn’t for you, it’s for me.”
“You’re not giving my wife a safe word,” he states, implacably.
Rafe’s tone is hard and annoyed. “I have to.”
Mateo answers back, slightly mocking. “Why? Is there an invisible judge here, making sure you adhere to your stupid rules? Will you be kicked out of the club if you break them once?”
“It’s the only way I can know I’m not hurting her,” Rafe states.
Unmoved, Mateo says, “I said no. Fuck her or don’t, but none of that shit.”
“You said I could play with her however I wanted to.”
“You can.”
“Why do you have to be such a fucking dick?”
Sensing the tension between them ratcheting up, I pull out of Mateo’s embrace and turn toward Rafe. He’s scowling at Mateo and the clash I was worried about seems inevitable, so I do my part to ease it.
Rafe’s dark gaze shifts to me as I reach for his dress shirt and start undoing the buttons. Since I can still feel the agitation in his tense, muscled body, as soon as a swatch of tanned skin is exposed, I lean forward and kiss it. His gaze is still thunderous when I peer up at him, but as I slip the next few buttons through their holes and my kisses move lower and lower down his muscled torso, his annoyance begins to fade.
As many men as my husband pisses off, it’s nice that this time he’s pissing off one I can soothe with my body. I used to manage Vince that way on Sunday nights, but he was such a loose cannon. He couldn’t let it go. Rafe will probably let it go once I show him we can have fun and still play by Mateo’s rules.
Now his shirt is undone, hanging open, and I peer up at him with a little smile as my fingers pull the buckle of his belt loose. I can feel how hard he is already beneath the fabric as my hand brushes him. He knows I followed up with kisses, so he must know where this is heading.
Judging by his hooded gaze as I draw off his belt, he does. He takes the strip of leather from me, fisting it in his strong hand, but then he seems to reconsider and tosses it off the side of the bed.
“Have you ever fucked another man’s wife?” Mateo asks, almost conversationally.
“Not in front of him,” Rafe replies dryly, keeping his eyes on me.
I drag down the zipper and push the button through his slacks, peering up at Rafe one more time before pulling them down past his hips. “Have you imagined this before?” I ask him.
“Of course I have,” he replies.
Rubbing him through the fabric of his boxer briefs, I ask, “When was the first time?”
“When you made me breakfast. Should’ve just killed Vince and taken you that day.”
His casual violence does things to me, even if I would never have wanted him to kill Vince.
“Fuck, I wish you had,” Mateo mutters. “I would’ve completely forgiven you fucking my wife if I got a dead Vince out of it.”
Rafe’s lips curve up in faint amusement. “Why do you assume I would’ve given her back?”
That’s not nice. I promptly drag down his underwear so I can turn his thoughts to much less antagonistic places, but not before Mateo replies easily, “Because I would’ve killed you if you hadn’t.”
“Guys, come on,” I mutter. “Channel that violent energy into fucking me, not fucking with each other.”
Mateo knee-crawls up behind me. His hand moves down the center of my back, then he smoothes it over my ass. “Suck Rafe’s cock, sweetheart. I’m going to play with you while you do.”
Oh, fuck.
Given not only permission, but instruction, I look over the impressive length and girth of Rafe Morelli. I’m used to a well-hung man, but I’m not disappointed to find tonight I get two of them. The closest I ever got to Rafe’s cock in Vegas was in the pool. I felt his hardness between my legs, but he had swim shorts on, and I had bikini bottoms. He may have pushed his fingers inside, but never his cock.
“Like what you see?” Rafe asks.
“Why don’t I show you?” I offer back, rather innocently considering the next thing I do is bend and take it into my mouth. Mateo shoves a finger into my pussy as I do, and I can’t help moaning.
“Fuck,” Rafe murmurs, brushing my hair off my neck and gathering it in his fist. “Just like that, little one.”
I move my mouth over him slowly, dragging my tongue along the underside of his length as I go. I don’t take him deep just yet; I want to play in the shallow end. I want to taste him the way he tasted me. With that in mind, I grip the base of him with my hand and run a flat tongue around his head like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
He sound of his low, gravelly tone above me brings me pleasure. “Christ, Mia.”
Mateo shoves a second finger inside me and I moan again. I suck him hard, then soft. Mateo’s fingers stoke my pleasure while I stoke Rafe’s. Tension builds in my core as Mateo’s expert fingers hit all the right spots with exactly the pressure he knows I need. The closer I get to coming for him, the more enthusiastic I am in my attention to Rafe’s cock.
Then my husband’s commanding voice rings out, obliterating even my own body’s intentions. “Come for me, Mia.”
He pumps his fingers into me as pleasure explodes inside me and I clench around them. I have only Rafe to hold onto, so I do, holding him close and moaning in helpless rapture, still with his cock in my mouth.
I’m too weak to continue when I come down. I pull off Rafe and sink into the mattress, needing a moment to rest and recover.
I don’t really get one, because Mateo.
He lies next to me and slides an arm beneath me, pulling me against his hard body. I sigh with contentment and curl up with him, absently kissing his chest to express my gratitude.
“I love you,” I murmur against his skin.
His voice is full of tenderness. “I know.”
I smile and poke him, so he chuckles and kisses me on the forehead.
Now he addresses Rafe. “We’re one and one. You want a turn, or should I take the next one?”
Next one? I start to ask what he’s talking about, but then Rafe grabs my legs and drags me off my husband and halfway down the bed. I raise startled eyes to him and see he has shed the rest of his clothing, and now he’s bare-ass naked, his cock ready and waiting for me. My heart drops as he says, “Mine.”
Alarm courses through me. “I am not yours.”
His lips curve up faintly. “I was talking to your husband, little one. I was claiming your next orgasm, not you.”
Claiming my—?
One-and-one suddenly clicks into place. “Oh, my god, are you two seriously making orgasms competitive? Can’t we all just enjoy this? Must there be a winner?”
“If that’s the game, sounds like you’re the clear winner,” Mateo offers, his tone dry.
“Maybe we’ll tie,” Rafe offers, like that might make me feel better.
“You’re impossible, ridiculous men,” I inform them both.
“Well, we’re the impossible, ridiculous men who are going to fuck you until you can’t handle even one more orgasm,” Rafe informs me, gathering my hands at the wrist and pushing them above my head. “So, it could be worse.”
The man has an excellent point. I swallow, looking up at him. It’s strange to have a man who isn’t Mateo hovering above me in bed like this, but since he was here just a few hours ago, it also feels somewhat familiar. His beautiful, golden eyes are warm as he looks down at me, admiring the positioning of my body, raking over my breasts. My eyes drift to his shoulders—broad, strong shoulders, just the way I like them. I sigh a little, wanting to touch them, but he’s still holding my hands above me right now. Flashes of the pool in Vegas drift back to me, how I rested my hands on his shoulders then. How he told me to spread my legs and I did. How he touched me and commanded me to come for him.
Shame always follows quickly on the heels of those memories, so I usually don’t let myself think about it. Mateo doesn’t want me to feel badly about what he views as what I had to do to get back to him, but that’s impossible. I love Mateo so much, and he’s known so much hurt in his time. I want to be the one person who would never hurt him, and Rafe Morelli is the one tarnished spot on my record.
“Would you have helped me anyway?”
Rafe cocks an eyebrow. “What?”
“The night in the pool. In Vegas. If I hadn’t let you touch me, would you have still helped me?”
Flicking a cautious glance Mateo’s way, Rafe asks, “You really want to talk about that now, little one?”
“Yes,” I reply. “I need to know. Mateo and I have different views of that night and I need to know who is right.”
Now Mateo joins in with similar reluctance. “Mia… this is a palette cleanser, not a review of the facts. You don’t need—”
I interrupt, “I do, Mateo.” Looking back up at Rafe, my heart galloping in my chest, I say, “Can you just answer me, please?”
“Would I have helped you if I got nothing out of it?” he asks, nodding once, for clarification. “That’s your question?”
I’m not sure that’s exactly how I would word it—I could have offered him something, just nothing involving my body. That thought brings back Mateo’s words earlier this night, and Rafe’s words when I offered him anything Mateo could get him if he’d help me that first day in Vegas. Even Mateo admitted he doesn’t have much bargaining power with Rafe—even my husband, whose supply of power feels endless to me most of the time, had to use me as his incentive to get Rafe’s help.
Powerful men are harder to control; Mateo himself is evidence of that truth. There’s no controlling the force of nature I married, and if Rafe has similar wealth and power, the same is probably true of him.
“No,” Rafe answers simply. “Of course I wouldn’t have helped you. You were a complete stranger to me. Do I look like the Red Cross? Why would I have helped you?”
I would have helped just because… well, when someone has been kidnapped, that’s what you do. That’s probably why I don’t run a criminal organization and he does.
“I intended on taking much more than I did, little one. When I implied I might help if I got something out of it, I didn’t mean fingering you in the swimming pool. We’re not adolescents. I planned to fuck you—the same way this bastard fucked my ex-girlfriend. Even the score, even if it didn’t matter anymore. Why not? The opportunity was there. Vince interrupted though, so I didn’t get to issue my demands.”
I swallow, my mind drifting back to Vegas. If his price to help me was sex, he sure didn’t get it. “But you didn’t fuck me. And you still helped. What changed your mind?”
Rafe watches my face for a moment, then he says, “You were softer and more open than I expected of someone who’d spent four years with Mateo. He tends to defeat people, cause them to shut down and retreat behind protective walls if not outright try to flee him, but you were wide open. And you were so sad. You missed this bastard so much.” Finally, he shrugs. “At the end of the day, I wanted to ease your pain more than I wanted to stick it to him. Fucking you would have pissed him off, but that would have made you sadder.” He releases my wrists and tenderly runs the back of his index finger along my jaw. “I didn’t want to make you sadder.”
My heart swells up with tenderness, but there’s too much of it. It overflows and pours out so I’m floating along in an ocean of affection. I’m accustomed to that feeling, but only for Mateo. Vince never made me feel that way. Since my hands are free, I reach up to caress his strong jaw. “You’re a good man, Rafe Morelli.”
His warm brown eyes on mine, he smiles. “I’m really not.”
“We can agree to disagree,” I offer.
“Your whole mind needs recalibrating. Years with this guy have fucked up your scales.”
The sound of Mateo’s voice attracts my attention, especially because he sounds annoyed. “All right, are you going to spend the whole night chatting like schoolgirls at a slumber party, or are you planning to fuck her at some point?”
Instead of taking his bait, Rafe smirks. “He doesn’t like us liking each other. Remember when you said you wouldn’t get jealous, asshole?”
“I am not jealous,” Mateo states carefully, like he’s been insulted.
Rafe shakes his head at me, ignoring Mateo. “Fucking rookie, getting all jealous and shit.”
I smother a smile, tipping my head back to regard Mateo. “You okay over there, baby?”
“Just bored,” he offers, dryly. “I’m sure you can relate.”
Rafe rolls his eyes. “Yeah, she’s real bored.” He sinks a finger inside me and I gasp at the unexpected intrusion. Drawing his finger out, he holds it up to show Mateo how wet I am, then shoves his finger into my mouth, still watching Mateo, and tells me, “Suck.”
My face heats up, but I follow his order, sucking on his finger the same way I sucked on his cock.
“Does it taste like you’re bored, little one?” Rafe asks.
I can’t find my voice to contradict Mateo, but I shake my head wordlessly.
He must be done sparring with Mateo for the moment, because instead of poking at him anymore, Rafe shifts his weight, grabbing my thighs and lifting my body as he moves into the space between my thighs. I swallow down my nerves, watching as he guides his long cock until the head I sucked on is butting right up against my entrance.
“Condom,” Mateo barks.
“She’s already pregnant,” Rafe points out. “If ever there was a time to skip the condom, this is it.”
“And you’ve fucked every whore in Vegas. If you plan to finish all in one piece, you’ll put a condom on first,” Mateo advises.
Rafe scowls. “I do not fuck those girls without a condom.”
“If you have a problem with my rules, we can stop.”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Rafe taunts, but he drops my legs anyway and moves off the bed to retrieve a condom.
I look up at Mateo. That’s the second time in the space of a couple minutes Rafe has said something along those lines, and Rafe is known for being especially observant. Does Mateo want to call a stop to this, but maybe his pride is getting in the way?
I reach an arm up toward him since Rafe isn’t on the bed right now and Mateo climbs forward, hovering next to me. “Everything okay?” he asks.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, quietly. “He’ll stop if I tell him to.”
Mateo offers a faint smile, brushing his fingers through my hair. “I already told you—”
“I know what you told me, but it’s okay to change your mind. This isn’t the same as watching me with Vince, is it?”
“No, it’s not,” he admits.
I swallow, nodding my head. “So, we can just… stop. I can give him a hand job or go down on him to finish him off if you don’t want to leave him hanging. He doesn’t have to be inside me. We can skip this part.” I reach my hand out to caress his face now. “I don’t want you to experience any bad feelings over this. I’d rather stop.”
Rafe is back on the bed now, condom in hand, but he sees me trying to bail, so he waits.
Mateo sits back, pulling away from the comfort I want to offer him. On second thought, he leans back down and gives me a lingering kiss on the mouth, then moves back to his spot to watch. “Proceed.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, one more time.
“I’m positive.”
Rafe slides the condom over his dick, not bothering to bait Mateo anymore. I think he knows how close I am to bailing, regardless of what Mateo says, so he steals my attention back. Instead of penetrating me right away, he brings his hands up to cover my breasts, giving them a squeeze. He catches one of my nipples between his fingers and squeezes, sending jolts of pleasure through my core.
“Remember when you told me you liked being called a slut in the bedroom, little one? And I told you I’d remember that for when I fucked you?”
I narrow my eyes at him, since I can’t be sure he didn’t say that for Mateo’s benefit. “And I told you we would never fuck? Yes, I remember that.”
Rafe smiles. “You were wrong.”
My heart thuds in my chest at his words, then sparks to life as he slides his cock inside me. I grab hold of the bedding beneath my fingertips, needing something to hold onto. I writhe as he pulls back and drives into me harder, drawing a helpless moan out of my body. Oh, god, the friction. He moves inside me effortlessly, every aggressive stroke so pleasurable I want to die.
He lifts my hips and thrusts deep, bringing his face closer until he’s inches from mine. With him so close, I can’t resist holding onto him instead of the bedding, so I rest my hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as he thrusts inside me again and again.
“You feel me deep inside your pussy, little one?”
I nod my head.
“You want more?”
I nod again.
His voice is hard. “Say it. I don’t care if he’s watching, ask for it.”
I turn my head, refusing without words. I won’t do that. Not when I’m not even sure if Mateo is okay watching. He’s behind me so I can’t see him unless I tilt my head back and look, and I can’t bring myself to do that when someone else is fucking me.
“Mia,” Rafe says, firmly.
I meet his gaze again, still holding onto his shoulders. It makes my stomach sink to look into his face and deny him, but not as much as thinking I might hurt Mateo if I don’t. “No. I’ll ask for my husband’s cock, no one else’s.”
Instead of becoming annoyed, his lips tug up in amusement. “You are the most loyal faithless little slut I’ve ever met.”
I roll my eyes, wrapping my legs around his hips and tilting my pelvis, letting him get even deeper. “Just be nice to my husband so I can enjoy this.”
Rafe chuckles, leaning in and trailing kisses along the curve of my shoulder. “I can probably do that,” he murmurs.
I sigh with pleasure. “Good.”
“We’d have more fun without him, you know.”
“We’d never be doing this without him,” I counter.
“You’ve been wrong before,” Rafe reminds me, his mouth moving to the front of my throat. He leaves several hot kisses there, then gives me a little bite at the base of my neck. The nip surprises a little gasp out of me and I rub it.
“Did you just bite me?” I ask, eyes wide.
“Barely. Just a little souvenir. He’ll fuck you a little harder the next few days when he sees it,” Rafe offers, smirking faintly. “You can thank me later.”
I bite back a smile. I can’t complain about anything that urges my husband to fuck me harder, even if it is a love bite from someone else. “You’re pushing it, Morelli.”
“I’m playing nice,” he promises, lifting my hips a little higher and sliding right up against my G-spot.
“Oh, god,” I murmur, reaching overhead for purchase. He has me in the middle of the bed, so there’s nothing to grab onto. Now that he’s there, he stays there. I didn’t think he knew where it was, but now as he pounds deliberately against the same spot, I think he was just enjoying himself first. I writhe helplessly, torn between the urges to come for him, and to get away. He doesn’t give me a choice. He holds onto me, sliding his cock against that magical spot until I come apart beneath him, clutching at the bed and seeing stars.
I’m weak with physical release, so I don’t fight him when he gathers me in his arms and nuzzles me close. I want to be close, too. I almost wish he could kiss me, just right now. Since he can’t, I settle for nuzzling into his neck again, giving him a series of ‘thank you’ kisses.
I want a nap, but now Mateo joins back in, grabbing me and tugging me across his lap. I feel weird straddling him when Rafe was just inside me, but I guess since he wore a condom, it’s okay.
Running his hands down my upper arms and leaning in to kiss my forehead, Mateo asks, “Have fun?”
“Did you?” I ask, since that’s more important to me.
His lips curve upward, his eyes warming. He cradles my face and draws me close, brushing his lips against mine. “I always have fun when you’re involved.”
I smile back and wrap my arms around him, melting against him. “Is it stupid if I missed you?”
Now he chuckles, rubbing my back. “No, it’s not stupid. You won’t have to miss me anymore,” he assures me.
“Good,” I murmur.
He keeps me settled against his chest, but his hand slides between my legs. He uses the wetness he finds there to ready my ass.
“Change condoms.”
“I’m working on it, boss,” Rafe mutters.
I need to feel my husband, so I bury my face in his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his skin. I want to make him feel good. I need unspoken reassurances. I want to ask questions, but I can’t because Rafe is still here.
Instead, I lean back so I can look into Mateo’s face. I keep one arm looped around his shoulder, but I run my fingers through his hair with the other, searching his eyes for some sign of how he’s really feeling.
He knows exactly what I’m doing, so he shakes his head at me. “Would you relax? You’ve had three orgasms in just this session, for god’s sake.”
Smiling faintly, I said, “And you still manage to keep me on my toes.”
“We’ll have to work a little harder to wear you out,” Mateo offers.
“What’s next?”
Rafe comes up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. He drops a kiss at the nape of my neck, then says, “I do believe I’m going to fuck this pretty little ass while you ride your husband’s cock.”
My eyes widen slightly, but Mateo merely smiles. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”
“You can’t possibly be sure of that,” I tell him.
“You will,” Rafe offers, giving my shoulders another brief massage. “I know lots of girls who live for DP.”
“See? Rafe knows lots of girl who agree with me.”
“Notice how neither of you men, so sure I’m going to love this, possess a vagina? I’ve been on both your cocks now, and I don’t see how this is going to be fun. I’m going to be so full I won’t to be able to breathe.”
“Or do anything else,” Rafe tells me. “Your body will be completely at our mercy. You’ll lose all control.”
My ears perk up. “Really?”
“All of it,” he verifies. “You’ll be our toy in the most literal sense.”
Oh, well, that doesn’t sound terrible at all. Feigning nonchalance, I say, “Okay, we’ll see how it goes.”
Mateo grins, shaking his head at me and lifting me, repositioning me on his lap. Pleasure and relief mingle together as he fits his perfect cock inside me. I run my fingers through his hair, kissing him tenderly on the lips. The taste of his kiss soothes me and sets me on fire at the same time. I love kissing this man more than anything. I move my hips, riding him, but he grabs them after only a moment and steadies me. Pulling me forward, he places a hand on my back and watches Rafe. I tense a little when the wrong pair of hands grasp my hips and Mateo moves his to my waist.
I know this isn’t going to be comfortable. Rafe and Mateo are comparable size-wise, and when Mateo has taken my ass, it’s never been comfortable at first. So I’m prepared when Rafe pushes inside me and it doesn’t feel magical. I wait for the invasion to start feeling good. I feel too full at first, Mateo in my pussy, Rafe penetrating my ass. Mateo picks up the pace first, giving it to me hard, just the way we both like. Rafe follows his lead at first, but once my ass is used to him and he’s confident I can handle it, he fucks me like he wants to kill me. The savagery is unexpected—and coming from both ends, since Mateo is, well, Mateo.
I’m a fuckdoll in the most literal sense, being used hard by the two most dominant men I’ve ever known. Every nerve ending comes alive as their hands roam my body and their hard bodies support mine while they fuck me. Rafe was right that I can’t do anything—my body goes wherever they want it to, does what they want it to do, takes whatever they dole out. It feels so damn good. I want to kiss my husband, but they’re using me too roughly for kissing.
Pressure builds with their bruising thrusts and the loss of control that comes along with both of them using me. I’m drunk on it, leaning whichever way they move me. One minute I’m leaning into Mateo, the next I’m arching back against Rafe, his big hands moving around my waist and playing with my breasts.
Mateo drives into me while Rafe plays with my tits and I come hard. He continues to fuck me while I ride it out, but the wave of pleasure doesn’t crash and dissipate—I’m stuck on it. Mateo isn’t done, of course, so he keeps fucking me, Rafe keeps toying with me, and I keep coming.
“Oh, god, please.” I lean my head back against Rafe’s shoulder.
He’s pressed firmly against my back, supporting my writhing body as his thumb brushes my nipple. “Please what, little one?”
I don’t even know, it’s just a set of words falling out of my mouth. Everything feels so good. I feel so good, but the pleasure starts to feel wrenching. It’s supposed to end. I can’t even think. Rafe pulls out and shoves back into me from behind and I fall forward, collapsing against Mateo.
“You okay?” Mateo murmurs, his strong arms tightening around my upper body.
“Oh, god,” I murmur into his neck. His thrusts slow as he checks on me, but thank fuck. I needed a chance to come down. My hearts pounds so violently I half-expect it to just give out.
Rafe notices and slows down, too. “Is she okay?”
Mateo nods, gathering my hair off my neck. “I think she’s just getting tired.”
Rafe chuckles warmly. “Aww, poor little one, are we fucking you too hard?”
I look over my shoulder to narrow my eyes at him. “I can take everything you give me.”
“Great,” he says, cheerfully. “I can keep going, then.”
I sigh, slumping forward on Mateo’s shoulder, but I suck it up and push my ass back down on his cock. “Bring it, then.”
Rafe grins at me, looping an arm around my neck and pulling me back so he can kiss the side of my face. “There you go, that’s the spirit.”
Mateo isn’t going to quit if Rafe won’t, so my overstimulated body gets tossed between them some more. Mateo makes me come again—I think, though it’s hard to say if Rafe helped, since he keeps touching me all over and pounding my ass so hard I think I might break apart. When I come that time, I nearly cry real tears. The orgasm is so sharp it nearly hurts, pulling energy I don’t have from my body. My pusses squeezes Mateo’s dick, begging it to be done. He thrusts deep inside me and groans; the hot sensation of his release is glorious—not just because I’m pleasing my husband, but because it means he’s done with me and I can finally lie down.
Rafe isn’t done, but seeing that we are, he grabs my ass and uses it until he comes, too.
“Jesus Christ,” I say, my weak arms giving out as I collapse against the pillow-top mattress. “Holy shit. Fuck.”
Rafe snorts with laughter, resting a hand on his chiseled abdomen as he lies down beside me. “Little one has a mouth on her.”
“You two could literally fuck someone to death; I’m just throwing it out there. You can’t, because Mateo is never going to fuck another woman as long as he lives, but it is a thing I think you could feasibly do.”
“Since I’m not tied down, I’ll keep the suggestion in mind. If I ever try it, I’ll let you know how it works out.”
“Ugh,” I mutter, burying my face in Mateo’s arm. “I need to sleep for five days.”
Smiling, he snakes his arm underneath me and pulls me snugly against him. “I anticipated as much. Your morning and afternoon are clear. You can sleep in as long as you’d like.”
“Five days,” I reiterate. “And I need water. Do you think Maria would be mad at me if I asked her for water?”
A devious little smile pulls at Mateo’s beautiful mouth. “I could always tell Adrian to bring it up.”
“Oh, my god. Adrian doesn’t know about this, does he?” I cover my face with my hands.
“No, he doesn’t know.”
“Please don’t tell him.”
Rafe props himself up on the pillow behind me and smirks. “Why? He’ll be jealous, won’t he? He gets all the second husband duties and none of the sex; I get sex without duties.”
“He would not be jealous,” I say, a little defensively.
“I think he would,” Rafe disagrees. “He doesn’t like me anymore and all I’ve done differently is flirt with you in front of him.”
“He just doesn’t like anyone who causes him trouble. You have trouble written all over you,” I point out.
Mateo’s eyes glow with pleasure as he tells Rafe, “Adrian was her first choice, you know; you were second string.”
Rafe’s eyes widen and he points to himself. “I’m the second choice? After Adrian? Seriously?”
I shrug without apology. “Adrian is awesome. Plus, he could play much nicer with Mateo than you did.”
“If he’s so awesome, why didn’t you suck his dick instead of mine?”
“He’s married,” I remind Rafe. “Also, I didn’t ask for a threesome at all. But if I had to have one, Adrian would have been my choice, yes. No offense. I just need things to be nice for Mateo, even in a fantasy situation, and you’re too… you.”
“But Adrian isn’t,” he surmises.
“Adrian would have been more accomodating, but I don’t think he would ever do this in a million years, married or not.”
“Unmarried, he might have,” Mateo offers.
“I’m not so sure. Anyway, I don’t want him to know about this because aside from the possibility of him judging me, he would think it was a truly terrible idea,” I say, with certainty.
Mateo’s thumb brushes the base of my neck. It feels nice and I can’t move anyway, so I close my eyes and leave him to it. It doesn’t occur to me why, until he says, “I can’t believe you bit my wife, you fucking dick.”
I open one eye. I don’t care enough about this to open both. “Did it leave a mark?”
“It’s going to bruise,” Mateo says.
“No biting wasn’t one of your rules,” Rafe points out, sounding entirely unapologetic. “I didn’t kiss her on the mouth and I used a fucking condom. Speaking of which.”
The bed moves and I glance back to see Rafe climbing off to discard his condom. It’s the first look I got at his back, but Jesus Christ, he has some good-looking back muscles. My gaze drops to his well-formed ass, but he catches me looking and I look away.
“I saw that,” he says.
“Shut up,” I reply, burying my face in Mateo’s side again.
Mateo sounds less amused as he says, “Don’t throw that away.” He shifts me and reaches over to the bedside stand, cracking it open and drawing out a plastic bag. I frown in confusion.
“What the fuck is that for?” Rafe asks.
“Put the condom in it.”
Rafe just stands there, baffled. “What? Why?”
I don’t get why either, so I look at him over my shoulder.
Realization dawns on Rafe’s face and his jaw drops open. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is the first time I’ve fucked her. Unless my sperm can escape a condom and miraculously imprint over Vince’s months after conception, I am not the father.”
“Then you won’t mind if I check,” Mateo states.
Now I scowl. “Check what? I told you we didn’t have sex in Vegas.”
“I know you did, sweetheart,” Mateo says patiently, as if explaining away something to Rosalie that she’s just too young to understand. Still, he holds the bag out to Rafe.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Rafe states, but he rips the bag out of his hand anyway.
I’m tempted to pull out of Mateo’s embrace, but I’m too tired. Still, I shoot him a dirty look because he’s talking to Rafe like he thinks there’s a chance he’s the father of my baby, and I already told him Rafe only touched me with his hand. Unless his fingers are capable of impregnating a woman, there’s no chance.
If he was planning to linger prior to Mateo springing a DNA test on him, apparently he’s not now. Rafe pulls his clothes back on and leaves, telling Mateo curtly the sample is on the bedside table. He’s nicer to me, but I understand why he’s so annoyed.
Mateo looks down at me, running this thumb over my furrowed brow. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just being thorough.”
“You don’t believe me.”
“I do believe you. I believe that you believe Rafe didn’t have sex with you. But it’s possible you don’t remember.”
I lift an eyebrow. “I think I would remember that.”
He watches me for a moment, then says, “All right, but you didn’t tell me he slept in the same bed with you that night, and he says you passed out. Since I got new information, I’m just making sure nothing happened that you didn’t know about.”
“You think the man who didn’t want to have sex with me without a safe word may have raped me?” I ask, skeptically.
“No, I just…” Shaking his head, he says, “Don’t worry about it. It has nothing to do with not trusting you, let’s just leave it at that.”
I don’t much like it, but I know there’s nothing I need to do about it either. If Mateo needs the peace of mind, there’s little harm in letting him run a pointless test. I don’t understand his argument, but I’m too tired to run around in circles with him. He’s given my brain a hell of a workout today, and all I want to do now is curl up with him and sleep.
As if sensing my needs, he moves on. “How’d that stack up to your fantasy?”
“Well, it had the wrong third person,” I point out. “I think it would have been a much different experience with Adrian.”
“Better?”
“Different. Obviously I have no complaints about the physical satisfaction aspect, but with him, I think there would have been less head-butting with you. You’ve been there for my stories; you know the evolution of my Adrian fantasy. It’s more of a partnership with you two. He and Rafe are different personalities so they aren’t interchangeable. Rafe was a more dangerous third, even though Adrian is a more dangerous person in actuality. At any rate, now that we’ve actually done it, I think I’m going to retire that particular fantasy. My bedtime stories are just going to star us from now on.”
Nodding in understanding, Mateo says, “Since you and Elise are going to be friends now, that’s probably a good idea.”
“She doesn’t want to be my friend,” I state, shaking my head.
“I don’t care what she wants,” he replies. “You want her for a friend, so she’s going to be your friend.”
I shake my head, pulling myself up to kiss him. “You’re crazy, but I love you.”
Rolling me on top of his body and securing his arms around my waist, he looks at me, his eyes unreservedly warm since it’s just the two of us. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Thank you for making me have all the orgasms.”
Smirking, he says, “Anytime.”