72. Bellamy
Chapter 72
Bellamy
I n the shower, Luca and I washed each other with our bare hands. Soapy fingers slipping and sliding across valleys of bare skin until my cock was half-hard again and my back was pressed against the wall. Luca kissed my neck, water racing down over both our heads, and I sighed at the perfection of it all.
My father may not have wanted me, but this man did.
Daren did.
Fletcher did.
Gideon…in the ways he was able…did.
“You’re addicting,” Luca murmured against my skin.
Someone—Daren, I assumed—cleared his throat from the doorway. “I said shower, not fuck again.”
Luca turned toward Daren with a sly smile on his face and water drops beaded against his forehead.
“Will you punish me later?”
I turned off the water and reached past Luca for a towel.
“You won’t like the way I punish you,” Daren said, taking a second towel and holding it open for Luca, who stepped readily into his arms.
“Tell me more,” Luca hummed.
“I’ll tie you to a chair and fuck Bellamy until he cries.”
I shivered, and not from the temperature change that came with getting out of the shower.
“We’ll deal with that later, though. We have to get dressed and go downstairs. Vince is on his way over.”
“I liked it better in bed.” Luca grumbled something else under his breath, then put his glasses on, blinking both of us into focus. A tired smile flickered across his face and Daren pulled him in for a kiss.
I left them to it, rummaging around in the bottom drawer of Daren’s dresser until I found a clean pair of underwear and a fresh set of clothes. It was weird to have clothes on again, to not have a cock inside of my ass or my mouth, but real life was waiting and that was going to be the real test.
“Do you think I’ll be able to graduate?” I blurted, leaning against the door and trying not to drool while the two of them got dressed in front of the bed.
Daren looked up at me, mouth twisted into a frown. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably because I haven’t been to class more than three times since the semester started.”
“Just because Miller and Francis are dead doesn’t mean the Sinclair and North names don’t carry weight. It doesn’t mean the Angelini family couldn’t call in a favor to handle any absences so far this year,” Luca answered.
“Vince did seem rather fond of him,” Daren teased.
My cheeks burned. “Would you stop?”
“Did you want to fuck him?” Daren grinned, coming toward me. “Before all of this.”
“He’s not my type.”
“What’s your type, then?”
“I think I like a good villain.” I gasped as Daren sucked a bruise into my neck, Luca smiling at me over his shoulder.
“Villains, are we?” Luca mused.
“Not you two.”
“Always Fletcher,” Daren muttered into my skin before licking his way up to my ear. “Do you think about him when I’m fucking you?”
“Only when he’s fucking me too,” I promised.
Downstairs, voices raised in greeting, not confrontation.
“Yes,” Luca answered my earlier question. “You’ll be able to graduate, Bellamy. You can go back to class whenever you want.”
“Are you two going to?”
“I don’t know what I want to do.” Luca shrugged. “For so many years, all I’ve cared about was earning my father’s favor. I never stopped to think what mattered to me.”
“It’s obviously me,” Daren said with a crooked grin. “Us, I mean.”
He hadn’t meant it as a slight, and it didn’t hurt. I was new still and they had history. Nothing would erase the connection between Daren and Luca, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
“Whatever you want, I support,” I said, grabbing Luca by the front of his shirt and yanking him toward me. Lifting onto my toes, I pressed our mouths together, smiling as Daren laughed at my brazen maneuver. Luca hummed happily, licking his way into my mouth to deepen the kiss.
“Hey now,” Daren mock-whined, pulling Luca away from me and kissing him. Inches away from my face, I watched Daren lick my taste off Luca’s tongue. The two of them melted into each other and melted into me, coming close enough for me to taste them together on my own lips.
“I completely forgot I brought you two coffee,” Daren murmured, chuckling under his breath.
Sure enough, there were three coffee mugs on top of the dresser, still fresh and steaming. They would have to wait because, downstairs, heavy chairs from the dining room were being moved around. The three of us sobered, back from our momentary reprieve where the only thing we had to do with our days was kiss and make promises.
“Are you ready for this?” Daren asked, taking my hand, taking Luca’s hand.
“Are you?”
“I have to be,” he said simply, jerking his chin toward the door in invitation for me to open it. “I always have been.”
We went downstairs together, Vince’s eyes sparkling like diamonds when he saw our proximity. Gideon and Fletcher sat side by side at the table, their chairs pulled close enough together so they could touch. It was as much of a statement as they’d ever made in mixed company and my heart swelled at the quiet sight of it. The three of us took our seats, and together the five of us mapped out the course for the rest of our lives. On our own terms and with our own rules. The dynasty was finished, the thorns and the roses were united, and together…we were free.