Chapter 2
Stefan
“Fuck, it's beautiful here.” I took a sip of my cappuccino and sat back. The vineyards always looked best to me in the early morning when everything else was still quiet.
“It's not an ocean view. But we like it,” my brother teased.
“Perhaps I should go keep Francesca company while you two discuss the vineyards.” Nick sat down with us at the table outside.
I grinned at my friend. “You fucked her twice. You're good for now.”
Nick smirked back at me. “Only once this morning, though.” He raised his eyebrows and nodded. And that was true.
Nick had slept in our bed last night after our fun. And in the morning, I woke to them already making out—hot and heavy. A few moments later—he slipped on a condom—and then he slipped into my wife.
Watching her take my best friend was a thing of beauty all on its own.
Being able to share Francesca like that made my chest hurt.
I was fairly certain that she and I were well-matched sexually.
Her inexperience was what made things a little dicey.
She could have very well refused the entire idea of me sharing her with my best friend.
I wasn't completely sure what she'd do until I'd asked her to blow Nick.
Up until then, it was just touching. And kissing. Nothing really over the line.
But you couldn't really go back with head.
Either she sucked on his dick—or not. It was completely up to her what she wanted to do.
And when she got down on her knees—I nearly came in my fuckin' pants.
Fuck.
That was so fuckin' hot.
And she'd listened to me so well. Done everything I'd asked of her.
“Give my wife a break, Nick. I think you had your fill,” I said and took another quick sip from my cup.
Nick chuckled and drank his cappuccino, too. “I'll never have my fuckin' fill of that woman. Christ, but she's beautiful.” He set his cup down and looked over at Carlo. “And tight. You'll have a time with her, I'm sure.”
That wasn't a deterrent for Carlo. Every woman we'd ever shared had a “time” with him and his cock. Giselle even bled during their first time together.
Carlo didn't comment. He just raised his eyebrows and smiled. “I'm glad things went well. Eve was a little pissed that you guys didn't stay downstairs. She wanted to see you with Francesca.”
Nick sighed and cleared his throat. “You fucking my wife was taking Francesca's attention away from what she needed to be concentrating on,” Nick said dryly and sat back in his chair.
“Besides, maybe tonight we can all play.” Nick's eyes shot to me—and then he stared like he was waiting for a response.
“We'll see how she is today. I'm sure there will be questions.
I don't want to push her too far, too soon.” I'd already exposed so much of my life to her in such a short time.
I'd originally planned on waiting to introduce her number 8.
b. on the spreadsheet. But the way she kissed Nick—and accepted the rest of us kissing people who were not our spouses—gave me hope she'd accept this part of my life, too.
Not to mention it was fucking hot watching her make out with my best friend. And I was a selfish fuckin' bastard. I wanted—more.
For her—and for me.
“Well, that's not a no.” He laughed.
I shook my head at my friend. “You were just inside my wife less than a half hour ago. And you're already planning to fuck her again?”
Nick picked up his cup and turned to me. “Have you—seen—your wife?” he asked a ridiculous question.
“He's right, Brother. Francesca's gorgeous. And that whole innocent vibe she's got going is not a turnoff. I was plenty disappointed when you three went upstairs, too. I wanted to see her tits for myself. And her pussy. And her ass.” He glanced over at Nick.
He took that as an invitation to share. “She's stunning. Absolutely stunning. The look on her face when she takes your cock—” Nick shook his head in disbelief. “It's unbelievable. Just wait and see. I nearly came after one thrust.”
He was right about that. Francesca's face when she took your cock—whether it was in her pussy—or her mouth—was a phenomenal display.
There was a question I had, though. That only these men could answer for me. Something that had been on my mind since I fucked Francesca last night.
Fucking my wife was definitely my favorite thing to do. But last night, after watching her with my best friend—I wasn't sure what had happened to me. Something so fucking strong had come over me. I couldn't describe it. And then the way I fucked Francesca afterward—
Fuck.
It was out of this fucking world.
This universe.
And then—the same goddamn thing happened this morning after Nick fucked Francesca. I immediately got in there the second he was done.
And I'd had the same reaction.
Not that my wife seemed to mind. At all.
She'd come again.
Twice.
What I wanted to know—what I needed to know—is if it was normal.
Or not.
Not that anything this group did was “normal.” Because it sure as fuck wasn't. We all knew that. And were really fuckin' okay with that.
Even so—I needed to ask these men if I was truly losing my mind—or not.
I drank the rest of my cappuccino and decided now was as good a time as any to present my question.
“Can I ask you something?” I looked at Nick—and then at Carlo, knowing what their answer would be.
“What's wrong?” My brother looked at me with assessing eyes and a frown on his face. I could tell he was holding his breath.
I swallowed and took a deep breath. “After your wife has been with one of us,” I cleared my throat and looked down for a moment, “is it—different the next time you fuck her?”
Nick and Carlo looked at each other.
And then they laughed their fucking asses off at me.
Fuckers.
“He—finally—fucking gets it,” Carlo said to Nick. And Nick nodded, and they both kept laughing.
“I finally get—what?” I asked these two assholes. “Fuck, never mind. I shouldn't have fuckin' brought it up.”
My brother simmered down after that and turned to me. “Yeah, it's fuckin' different. You spend that time trying to erase the last guy's dick. And making good and fucking sure she remembers yours.”
That hit me.
Real fuckin' hard.
I hadn't realized I'd been doing that.
But, yeah.
I absolutely fucking had.
“And that, Brother,” Carlo said in a low voice, “is how you know—she's—the one.” There was a whole lot that transpired in both the words he gave me—and the look he sent.
And I knew exactly what he was trying to say.
Without actually saying it.
“Fuckin' happy for you.” His eyes stayed on mine. “Really fuckin' happy for you.” Plenty went unsaid between us. But that was sometimes the beauty of being this close to someone. You didn't have to go over everything with a fine-toothed comb.
Sometimes it was okay to just let shit lie.
Nick let us have that moment together before ruining it with what he said next. “It seems our ‘friend’ is getting more insistent. His interest in Francesca hasn't stopped, unfortunately.”
Nick had my entire attention now.
“Fuckin' Raul. Where'd you get that intel from?” Carlo asked and picked up his cup to take a drink.
Nick looked at him. “Asher.”
Carlo exhaled loudly and tossed back the rest of his cappuccino.
Yeah.
Fuck.
Information was one thing.
But information from Eve’s brother was a whole different story.
If Asher had found this out—you could be good and certain it was true. He wouldn't pass on bullshit information to us. Which made this a lot more disturbing.
“I guess hoping he'd give up was unrealistic. No matter how nice it would have been,” I mumbled. Because, yeah. It really would have been fuckin' great if Raul had decided to let this go.
To let Francesca go.
“Asher also said he doesn't appear to have any leads yet. He's still got his guys looking in Chicago. Raul has greatly underestimated your intentions, Stefan. And that is a good thing.” Nick nodded at me as he handed over a small piece of hope. No matter how temporary.
“How fucked up is it that I'd kill to see that ugly fucker's face when he finds out you married Francesca?” Carlo said with a demonic grin on his face.
“Not fucked up at all. I'd pay good money to see Raul shit himself,” Nick added in. And then the two of them laughed.
But I didn't. Because I knew once Raul found out that I'd married—and taken Francesca's virginity—he would come for me.
And her.