Chapter 11
“…you think you’re close to him now, but that’s got nothing on the closeness that you’ll feel after he’s fucked you…”
Pauli didn’t understand what Lorenzo meant by that.
Not exactly.
He’d heard rumours… which wasn’t hard when so many in his family had been settling down recently. Pauli guessed it was one of those ‘you’ve to experience it for yourself’ kind of situations, and he hadn’t.
It wasn’t that Pauli hadn’t fucked plenty of women in the past, he’d simply never fallen in love with any of them nor felt that mysterious closeness that everyone talked about. Hell, he barely ever had repeats with the women who passed through his bed, not interested in pursuing a relationship with any of them.
They were nothing more than a distraction… a moment of pleasure that was easily forgotten once they disappeared out the door of his apartment.
For Pauli, the only permanent fixture in his life, outside of his immediate family, had been Samuel. And when life turned to shit, the only person he wanted comfort from was Samuel… and maybe that was big fucking sign as to what Samuel meant to him. Something that had been glaringly obvious to the rest of their family and yet Pauli had been oblivious to his feelings until now.
Unclenching his hands from the sheets, Pauli reached for Samuel, ignoring the soft chuckle that came from Lorenzo beside him. It didn’t matter if Lorenzo had worked out that Pauli had had a major revelation regarding Samuel. It only mattered that Samuel knew it…that he heard it from Pauli. Because while he could readily admit the obliviousness to his own feelings, Samuel hadn’t recognised them either. Pauli’s feelings that were, not his own.
He touched Samuel’s face with a hesitant reverence as Pauli saw him in a whole new light. It was though the clouds that shrouded his mind and stopped him from realising his feelings for Samuel had cleared. And it shamed Pauli to admit that in the last twenty-four hours, while his eyes were being opened to what was in front of him, Pauli had kissed Lorenzo but not Samuel. Funnier still to think that despite their not having locked lips, Pauli had already sucked Samuel’s cock.
Pauli planned to rectify that mistake now.
Curling a hand into his friend’s hair, Pauli pulled Samuel down to meet him as Pauli leaned up, their lips colliding awkwardly. A fumbling clash of teeth that he’d not experienced since his teenage years. But Pauli didn’t care, gasping as that tentative touch sent sparks dancing across his skin and the need for more consumed him.
“Fuck me,” he whispered against Samuel’s lips. “Fuck me hard and leave me in no doubt that you love me.”
Samuel snorted softly. “I’ve loved you my entire life.”
“I know,” Pauli uttered with a sigh filled with regret…and hope. “I’ve loved you that long too… even if I’ve only realised it now. And for that…I am sorry. But I didn’t lie earlier either… I won’t ever leave without you. Where you go, I go. Always and forever.”
He’d never understood it before, that consuming feeling called love that had driven his brothers to act recklessly…and for one at the expense of his own life. Pauli had always been prepared to protect Samuel, but not if it cost his own life. But now just the thought of not having Samuel in his life… the realisation that Lorenzo and Andretti could quickly mean that much to him too, terrified Pauli.
But he wasn’t going anywhere.
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“While I appreciatethe mushy sentiments being exchanged—which are of no surprise to the rest of us, I mean really?” Lorenzo interrupted. “And I’d love nothing more than to spend the day in bed with the three of you… however, some of us still have a vineyard to get up and running. So… if we could hurry things along a bit, it’d be much appreciated.”
Samuel chuckled softly and shook his head at Lorenzo’s proclamation, and even then, he knew Lorenzo had been rather restrained in his wording. He wished there could be an argument made for them all to stay here in bed, naked, for the rest of the day, but there wasn’t one. Not even pointing out that it wasn’t every day the scenario you’d fantasised over since you were a teenager came true. More than true, really, because not once had Samuel envisaged sharing Pauli with another man, let alone two.
He wouldn’t change this outcome for the world.
He’d even fight Everett publicly if his brother tried to pull ‘I’m the pseudo-head of the family’ schtick with him. Samuel wasn’t returning to Melbourne except for visits. His home was here with Pauli, Lorenzo, and Andretti.
“Don’t worry, Lo, I love you too,” he replied, leaning over to kiss Lorenzo before turning his attention to Andretti. “Love you too, Retti.”
But despite Lorenzo’s insistence that they had a deadline, Samuel wasn’t in a hurry to end this either. It wasn’t every day that you got to claim your best friend’s arse, and Samuel wanted to savour every moment of it. Except Pauli’s gasps and ragged moans tested Samuel’s patience with every thrust of his hips. Sounds that escaped into the air between them when Samuel wasn’t swallowing them down.
“Fuck…” Samuel said with a long shuddering moan, not prepared to forgo the promises his lover had made as they’d stumbled done the hallway after Lorenzo and Pauli. “Retti, if you’re wanting to come when I do, then you’d better get your cock in my arse.”
Fingers dug into his hips hard and he couldn’t wait to see the bruises Andretti’s fingers left behind tomorrow. Couldn’t wait to make Pauli kiss each one better before sucking on his cock. Samuel groaned and dropped his head, pressing his forehead to Pauli’s as Andretti thrusted his cock deep inside of him.
And then all thoughts of being patient… of taking it slow, disappeared.
The tightness of Pauli’s arse as it clenched around his cock…
The sparks of desire that flared with every stroke of his prostate by Andretti…
The kisses he shared with Pauli… with Lorenzo…
The emotions that welled up inside of Samuel, overwhelming him…
But it was the words that Lorenzo whispered which triggered the best orgasm of Samuel’s life.
“I always thought you looked beautiful when Andretti fucked you… but I think watching him fuck you while you, Samuel, fuck Pauli is my new favourite,” Lorenzo said while carding a hand through Samuel’s hair. “And while I—we—might not love Pauli yet… We love that you love him, Samuel… love that his desire—buried as it was—brought him here, to us.”