Chapter 8 #3
“I’m sorry. I know you liked him.” Rafe pressed his thumbs into the bottom of her foot and Keeley moaned with pleasure. The sound went straight to Gio’s cock, as he considered all the other ways they could make her moan…in bed.
Rafe had finally admitted to wanting her too. But as Rafe said—she was different from their previous affairs. Because Gio didn’t intend to let Keeley go. He was pretty sure he’d found the one, and he was determined to hold on to her with both hands.
So why did he still feel this overwhelming need to share her with Rafe? Because Rafe said he didn’t feel different, and he wasn’t planning to stick around forever.
Then he realized the problem was…Gio didn’t believe him. Rafe was lying to him. And to himself.
Speaking of lies…
“We’re not happy about you lying to us,” Gio said, because he couldn’t completely shake free of the panic he’d felt when he had answered the phone and heard her voice earlier.
“It was just one bad night where everything went wrong. I’m a big girl. I’m going to be fine.”
“Regardless, we need to know where you’re going to be,” Rafe stressed.
Keeley shook her head. “I don’t tell Kayden where I’m going all the time.”
“Kayden has you on that Find My Friends app,” Rafe pointed out.
“He told you guys to babysit me, didn’t he?” she asked, clearly annoyed.
Gio tightened his grip around her. “Doesn’t matter if he did or didn’t. We’re always going to look out for you. And even you have to admit this wasn’t a good situation for you to be in tonight. Alone in South Philly at two in the morning, with no money and no way to get home.”
She blew out a long breath and Gio could see his words had sunk in. “It wasn’t good. I promise to tell you where I’m heading when I go out. But only until Kayden gets back.”
She relaxed in his arms, and he realized if they remained here without talking, she’d be asleep within minutes.
“Keeley,” Gio said.
“Yeah?” she asked drowsily, her eyes drifting closed.
He bent his head to her ear. “Open your eyes. We’re not finished yet.”
His close proximity took her by surprise, as did the soft kiss he placed on her cheek.
She turned to look at him, clearly exhausted. “You said if I told you everything I could—”
“I know what I said. But you need to understand something. We don’t need the promise you just gave us. You don’t have to tell us where you’re going.”
“Rafe said—”
He cut her off. “Because you owe us.”
She frowned. “For the ride?”
Gio shook his head. “For not telling Kayden about tonight.”
“Oh. What do you want?” she asked.
“A date.”
Rafe shifted slightly, and Gio glanced his direction, could see his friend fighting to make a decision. He’d better make it quick.
Finally, Rafe gave him a subtle nod. He was on board.
“A date?” Keeley sat up, holding his gaze, waiting for him to continue.
Gio forged on. “With me and Rafe. Tomorrow night.”
“With both of you?” She glanced from Gio to Rafe, as if to confirm that he was cool with the request.
Rafe ran his fingers along her cheek and gave her a smile. “We’re tired of running off all those other guys. It’s high time we staked our claim.”
“But I didn’t think you…” Keeley paused, and Gio got the sense she was confused by exactly what they were offering. He could understand that. However, rather than ask about their intentions, she changed gears. “You both slept with Jill.”
Gio nodded. “Yeah. We told you that.”
“And you said she wasn’t the only one.” She bit her lip, and Gio was amused by her uncharacteristic shyness.
Rafe shook his head. “There were two others.”
Keeley’s eyes widened as she digested that information. “Oh,” was all she said.
Gio was glad to finally be able to admit it.
He didn’t want to hide this part of himself from her anymore.
He remembered his shock the first time they’d gone to bed with Jennifer, how amazing it had been.
He and Rafe worked well together in the bedroom, and he’d loved sharing.
Probably because—as a twin—he’d shared pretty much everything in his life, starting with the womb.
And as incredible as that night with Jennifer had been, Gio knew with every fiber of his being that sharing Keeley would be a million times better. But there was a lot more to discuss, and tonight wasn’t the time.
“I can see you’re tired,” Gio said. “Let’s get you settled in a guest room. You can get some sleep and we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow during our date.”
It spoke to Keeley’s level of exhaustion that she agreed to delay the discussion. After a good night’s sleep, he suspected they would be subjected to no less than two hundred questions involving their past affairs.
“Okay.” She rose from the couch, and they followed suit.
Gio held his hand out to her palm up, thrilled when she took it without a moment’s hesitation. He clasped hers tightly, and he led her upstairs.
Rafe followed, the two of them walking her to the door of the guest room. It was right next to Gio’s, also across from Rafe’s. Gio went ahead and accepted that he wasn’t going to get a second of sleep tonight, already hating the walls that would separate the three of them from each other.
After every single one of his good-night kisses with Keeley, he’d gone home, jacked off in the shower, then spent a restless night dreaming of all the things he wanted to do with her.
Tonight, he had a strong suspicion just one hand job wasn’t going to cut it.
“Let us kiss you good night and then you can turn in,” Gio said.
“Kiss?” she murmured, her sleepy brain struggling to keep up.
If Gio were a gentleman, he’d let her go straight to bed. She’d had a rough night, and there was no doubt they’d shocked her with their demand for a date.
But he couldn’t stand how sad she’d looked earlier, how defeated. He wanted to erase some of the heaviness from her eyes, wanted to give her something other than that asshole JT to think about as she drifted off to sleep.
He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. Within seconds, he knew he’d made the right decision because Keeley kissed him back like she meant it, all traces of her previous grogginess gone. Her hands found their way to his neck, her fingers sliding through his hair.
She giggled breathlessly, and he pulled away for a second, giving her a curious look.
“Your beard tickles,” she explained, before instigating the next kiss. It lingered, and despite the late hour, he suddenly felt as if he could stand here all night, sharing the same air with her.
However, he wasn’t the only man who wanted her, and now that Rafe was on board, he intended to make sure his friend stayed there. For as long as possible.
It took every ounce of strength Gio possessed to break away from her, aware that he could go on kissing her for the rest of his life and never want for another thing. It was a powerful realization.
Keeley slowly opened her eyes as the kiss ended, and then Rafe was there, ready to take his place.
Rafe softly said her name, drawing her attention to him, then…
Gio had always thought himself a decent kisser, but it was clear he could learn a few things from his best friend.
As he had last time, Rafe cupped Keeley’s face in his large hands, stared deeply into her eyes for a moment, just long enough to let her know what was coming.
Then he lowered his head, his lips plundering, conquering.
Their tongues touched, then Rafe nipped her lower lip, prompting a cute squeak of surprise and maybe even a spark of pain from Keeley.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer.
Rafe didn’t budge, didn’t give an inch. With his actions, he made it clear he was in charge, and she was there for the ride.
Keeley moaned into his mouth, her body shifting in a way that told them she wanted—needed—more.
It took her a little longer to open her eyes after Rafe broke off this kiss, and she blinked several times as if seeking focus, clarity.
“Rafe,” she whispered with such longing, Gio’s already erect cock thickened even more.
Rafe drew his knuckles along one side of her face. “Take tonight. Think about what we want. Decide if you want it too. But really decide, Keeley. Because this attraction between us…it isn’t going to be sated in just one night. Sleep well.”
His words seemed to bring her to her senses. The spell broken, Keeley gave them an adorable little finger wave, then entered the guest room.
He and Rafe remained where they were, outside her closed bedroom door. Gio got the sense Rafe wanted to say something, but after a moment, he simply nodded his head once and returned to his bedroom.
Gio stood alone in the hallway for a minute more, silently sending up a prayer that this time, Rafe wouldn’t walk away.