Chapter 9 #3
“Come for us, Keeley,” Rafe murmured in her ear. “Let us see you fall apart.”
Her back arched as lightning struck, but through it all, Gio kept stroking, kept up the pressure, drawing the orgasm out until she begged for mercy.
As she started to land, he gentled his strokes, then pulled his fingers away as she lay there between them, fighting for air.
“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” she asked in awe.
“When you say stuff like that, I can’t decide which track record is worse—your first dates or your lovers,” Gio mused.
She struggled to regain her wits. “I never come that quick. Not even when I do it myself. And I know how to masturbate.”
Rafe closed his eyes and shook his head at her confession. “Keeley, baby,” he murmured, running his lips along her cheek as his hand sought her breast once more.
Joel’s comment about her small breasts flashed through her mind, and because her brain still wasn’t fully functioning, she said, “Not quite a handful, huh?”
Rafe pinched her nipple hard, and she squeaked with pain…or, well, it started as pain but ended as whoa.
“Say something else disparaging—and wrong—about yourself. I dare you.” Obviously, Rafe hadn’t intended the whoa part. His tone said he thought he was punishing her. More the fool him.
Keeley closed her mouth and tried not to grin because she didn’t feel the slightest bit threatened. Actually, she was wondering what he’d say if she asked him to pinch the other nipple the same way.
“You might want to tread lightly,” Gio warned. “My hand is still itching to spank your ass for lying to us about staying in tonight.”
Well, hell. Now she really did have a dilemma. Keeley launched into a huge mental debate over what she could do to provoke that punishment. Because that sounded hot too.
“Shit.” Gio chuckled.
“What’s wrong?” Rafe asked.
“Roll onto your back, Keeley,” Gio demanded. “Let Rafe see your expression.”
She did as he asked, even as she said, “I would think it would be more useful if I flipped to my stomach.”
That time, the curse came from Rafe. “Fuck.”
“We’re going to have to get creative with our punishments,” Gio said to Rafe before looking at her.
“We can see you want it—and believe me, I’m fucking tempted.
But not tonight. Tonight, we’re going to take things slow.
It’s been a long time for you, and you’ve never been with two men. Let us ease you into it.”
She crinkled her nose. “Sounds boring.” She meant her words as a dare, but this time, Gio didn’t take the bait.
“Say that afterward.” He shifted, his thighs straddling hers. Bending his elbows, he caged her beneath him, kissing her senseless.
How was he making her this hot, this horny, from just a kiss?
After what felt like several breathtaking days, he lifted his head, grinning at her like the cocky, sexy bastard he was.
She reached for his waist, drawing his boxers down until his dick sprang free. She wrapped her hand around it, fighting to keep her face impassive. But holy wow…
Gio was big everywhere.
He started to reach toward the side of the bed, then stopped. “Shit. I haven’t unpacked much.” He looked over at Rafe. “Condoms are still boxed up somewhere.”
“I have some in my room.” Rafe started to slide out of the bed.
He stopped when she said, “I’m on the pill.”
Both men stilled but remained silent.
She gave a light shrug when their attention turned to her. “I’m just saying,” she added. She’d never let any guy inside her without a condom, so she was trying to figure out why she really didn’t want Gio to use one. Probably because…it was Gio.
“Keeley,” Gio whispered, and she marveled at his almost reverent tone. And the intense, sexy way he was staring at her. She’d noticed it a few times before. Lately, Gio was looking at her like…
Like she was special. And not in a snowflake way, like she was used to. But like a hung-the-moon way, which was she definitely not used to.
“We can use condoms if you want,” Gio said, pushing his boxers completely off.
“I don’t need them if you don’t.”
Gio kissed her again. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
She smiled, blushing again. Gio wasn’t the first guy to tell her that, but he was the first to say it in such a way that made her think he meant it and wasn’t just saying it to get in her pants. They shifted together, her legs parting as he knelt between them.
One second, he was poised just above her, and the next…he was inside.
Keeley released a long, slow breath once he was seated to the hilt. She’d dreamed of this night so many times, but none of those fantasies held a candle to this reality. It was a tight fit, maybe a little too tight, but all she could think was that it felt perfect. Like he was meant to be there.
Gio nuzzled her cheek affectionately. “Okay?” he asked, holding still.
She nodded. “This feels,” she sighed, “so good.”
Gio took her at her word because after that, it was on. And all she could do was hold on tight as he thrust inside her, gaining speed and strength, bending his knees slightly until he hit…
“Shit! There,” she cried out. “Right there!”
“She’s close, Gio,” she heard Rafe say.
Her eyes flew open when she felt fingers on her clit, Rafe’s touch turning her arousal up another ten decibels.
He shifted closer, the warmth from his body mingling with hers and Gio’s, until they’d created a heat wave that promised to singe everything in its path.
He was looking at her the same way Gio had earlier, and it was too much.
“Come for us. Let me see it this time,” Rafe demanded. “Do it now.”
“Oh!” Keeley grunted, the sound completely unfeminine when an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming hit her hard. “Shit!” she yelled, her fingernails clenching Gio’s shoulders in a way that had to be painful. Not that he seemed to notice. He pumped faster.
“Jesus, Keeley,” he said, his eyes closed tightly. “So fucking good!” His thrusts became harder but staggered, as if he was trying to make it last and losing the battle. “Goddammit. Too quick but—” He pushed in deep one last time and gave up the fight, coming inside her.
He dropped to his elbows, kissing every part of her face—her lips, her cheeks, her closed eyes, her brow. The whole time, Rafe whispered sweet, wonderful things in her ear, telling her she was beautiful, brilliant, brave.
She and Gio may have just had sex, but right now, it felt like both men were making love to her. She’d never experienced anything like it…and it made her want to cry. Not out of sadness but out of wonder and bliss and a happiness so huge, it took up every square inch of her body.
They took a few minutes more to catch their breath, then Gio withdrew from her body, shifted over, and dropped next to her on the bed.
Rafe still claimed the other side, but he made no move to take his turn, as she’d expected.
She looked over at him, lifting a limp arm to his dear face. “Rafe?”
He kissed her gently—too gently—and she knew what he was going to say before he said it.
“Not yet,” Rafe murmured. “It’s so late, it’s morning. And none of us has had much sleep.”
“But—” she started. But Rafe shook his head, and she knew anything she said would be wasted breath.
Keeley could tell his comment had taken Gio by surprise too. She felt him stiffen slightly before he lifted up on his elbow so that he could look at Rafe.
She wondered if Gio would say something, would call him out, but she noticed—not for the first time—that the two of them had some sort of secret language, spoken through looks she couldn’t begin to interpret.
In the end, Gio sighed and said, “Rafe’s right. We need to get some sleep.” And because he was strong, and she was still basically boneless, he twisted her until he could spoon her, his thick arm banded around her middle. Within seconds, Gio was breathing heavily, sleep claiming him quickly.
She wasn’t going to be so lucky. Her exhaustion had apparently come out on the other side, so that now she felt wired and worried and confused.
Rafe lay on his side, facing her. He took one look at her expression and gave her a gentle smile. “You’re reading too much into this,” he whispered, not wanting to wake Gio.
“Did you not want—”
“Don’t finish that question,” Rafe growled.
“I want you more than my next breath, Keeley. But you’ve had a hell of a night.
” He glanced toward the windows, where the sun was beginning to stream through a crack in the curtains.
“And morning,” he added with a grin. “Gio and I are taking you out on a date tonight. We can talk about what’s going to happen between us.
The decision will still be yours after that.
That was the original plan after all. It just seems Grandpa and Marta had a different opinion. ”
She gave him a breathy laugh, trying to remain quiet so as not to disturb Gio.
Then she realized everything Rafe was saying was completely in character.
He was a thinker, and not the type to act on impulse…
or because a couple ghosts drove her into their bed.
Of course he would want to talk things out. It was just so Rafe.
“Okay. We’ll talk later,” she whispered.
He leaned toward her, giving her a sweet, soft kiss, his fingertips gliding along her face. “Gio was right. You’re beautiful. So beautiful.”
He shifted away, only a little, and closed his eyes. He didn’t fall asleep as quickly as Gio, but he lay still and quiet. So she followed suit, shutting her eyes, waiting until her body gave up its fight to remain awake.
Her last cognizant thought was a simple—if powerful—realization. One she had waited for her entire life.
I did it.
I found what my parents had.