Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Keeley considered pinching herself as she walked into Rafe’s mansion for the second night in a row. Dinner had been absolutely perfect. Only Gio and Rafe could ensure a date was the perfect blend of romantic, fun, and naughty.
Gio had trapped her foot between his thighs the entire meal, encouraging her to play footsie with the hard-on tenting his dress slacks.
Meanwhile, Rafe hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her.
He spent the entire night with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, or his hand cupping the back of her neck in a way that was strangely erotic, or with his fingers running through her hair.
Gio reached for her hand whenever they weren’t eating, and Rafe had placed no fewer than twenty kisses on her cheek or brow.
The restaurant lighting was low and encouraged their sensual, nonstop touches.
The entire evening had been one long session of foreplay. Now her body was a live wire, and she was ready for the real fireworks to start.
Gio’s arm was wrapped around her waist, and he started to guide her to the living room.
“Should we have a drink?” he asked.
Keeley dug her heels in. “No.”
“Impatient much,” Gio teased.
Rafe chuckled. “I think someone is finished being wooed. Ready to move this date to the bedroom, Keeley?”
She grinned. “You read my mind.”
Rafe took her hand and the two of them headed for the stairs. Gio ran up behind them, then grasped Keeley’s upper arm, spun her around, and tossed her over his shoulder. “You two are walking too slow.”
“And I’m the impatient one?” She laughed as he sprinted up the steps. She’d never been with such a physically strong man. It took her breath away—figuratively and literally as her midsection bounced against his shoulder.
Rafe followed closely behind, though she couldn’t really see his face, given her current upside-down position.
When they reached the top, Rafe said, “My room, Gio.”
Gio headed that direction, the three of them entering together. Then he set her on her feet, holding onto her upper arms until she was steady.
“Caveman much?” she joked. “Why not just grab me by the hair and drag me?”
Gio reached up and closed his fist in her thick tresses.
“Is that your way of asking me to pull your hair, little one?” He increased the pressure, using his grip to tilt her head back.
She expected him to kiss her, but Gio missed her mouth, his lips finding her throat instead.
He drew his tongue along the curve of it, the stroke so sexy, her insides began to quiver.
Her panties had been damp with arousal most of the night, and this wasn’t helping that state. Her nipples tightened, and she was overwhelmed by the desire to strip off her dress, the material clingy and annoying.
Gio released her when they heard a bark.
She turned around and smiled when she saw Cricket sacked out on the foot of Rafe’s bed. Her bark hadn’t been the manic, nonstop intruder kind. This one was a short, single yap that told them they were disturbing her beauty sleep.
Her amusement morphed to a laugh. “Oh my God. Are those steps?”
At the foot of Rafe’s bed was a small staircase, three steps that allowed the tiny dog access to the tall bed.
Rafe sighed. “I didn’t put them there. Grandpa Albert did. Cricket slept with him every night and I haven’t figured out how to evict her from the bed yet.”
Keeley walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Liar. You haven’t even tried, have you?”
Rafe narrowed his eyes, but it was all for show. Then he pointed to a dog bed in the corner. “I bought her that, but she’s not interested.”
Keeley flexed up on tiptoe to kiss Rafe on the cheek. “I think it’s sweet that you let her sleep with you.”
“Me too,” Gio said, making it clear he was enjoying the information a little too much. Keeley could just imagine the teasing Rafe was about to suffer from the Morettis. She saw a lot of stuffed dogs, puppy treats, and squeaking toys in his future.
Gio reached for Cricket, picking her up.
Now, as always, she showered him with an onslaught of affectionate licks.
“But, Miss Cricket,” he said to the dog, “the bed’s going to be a little too crowded and the waves a lot too rough for the next hour or so for such a tiny dog.
” Gio placed her in the dog bed but, just as Rafe said, she wasn’t impressed.
She stepped out of it, and Gio pushed her back in, then raised one finger and pointed at her. “Stay,” he said firmly.
Keeley doubted that was going to work—and was surprised when Cricket whined for only a second before laying down. She didn’t close her eyes, though, her doggie gaze locked on Gio, who held it, letting her know he was serious.
Rafe, who’d been far too indulgent with the dog as far as Keeley had seen, stepped next to Gio. “Damn, man. You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.”
Gio placed his arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “You’ve been treating her like you saw your grandpa treat her. He spoiled her rotten too.”
Rafe shrugged, not bothering to deny it. “I know she misses him.”
Keeley’s heart panged, touched beyond measure by Rafe’s sweet admission.
Confident the dog was going to stay put, Gio turned to look at her. “Now. There’s something that’s been driving me crazy all night,” he said to her. “And I need an answer right now.”
“What’s that?” she asked, her tone pure flirt.
Gio crossed his arms. “Are you wearing a bra under that dress?”
She smiled widely. “What do you think?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think you are.”
Rafe chuckled. “I could have put you out of your misery before we’d even ordered the drinks at the restaurant. Slid my finger into her dress. No strap on her shoulder.”
“You’ve never heard of strapless?” she teased.
Rafe smirked. “You don’t give me enough credit for being observant. I had the better view in that booth. You reached for a piece of bread and your dress gaped a little. I got treated to a flash of one of your gorgeous tits.”
“Next time, I get the seat beside her,” Gio said, calling dibs.
“Who says there’s going to be a next time?” She was having way too much fun with them. “This date isn’t over yet. You’ve yet to stick the landing.”
“Take off that dress,” Rafe said, his tone taking on that demanding quality that never failed to turn her on.
Keeley reached for the ties on the side, slipping the knot free. Then she unfastened the two buttons there as well. It was a wrap dress, but because it dipped low in the front and the back, she couldn’t wear a bra with it. Luckily, she wasn’t so overly endowed that it was a problem.
With one flourish and a shrug of the shoulders, the dress slid off, leaving her standing before them in nothing but her thong.
“Keeley,” Gio breathed, and again she was overwhelmed by the way they looked at her. Neither man shielded his…
God. Appreciation.
She crossed her arms, not to hide herself but to use them to her advantage, lifting her breasts and making them look fuller. “Am I the only one losing clothes in this scenario?”
Rafe shook his head, as if he wanted to chastise her, but couldn’t after Gio took the bait.
Gio began unbuttoning his deep purple shirt. He’d paired it with black slacks that hugged his tight ass to perfection. Rafe, the more conservative and less flashy of the two, wore a simple pale blue button-down and khakis.
Keeley stepped in front of Gio when he shrugged off the shirt, her fingers itching to touch, to stroke, to feel. Gio’s chest, unlike his bearded face, was smooth, his skin tanned dark, thanks to so much time in the sun and his Italian genes.
Bending forward, she ran her tongue over his brown nipple, then smiled wickedly before she sank her teeth into the tiny nub, her eyes locked with his as she did so.
Gio was passive for only a moment before his hands found her breasts. He cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her taut nipples. Her breasts were super sensitive, and she moaned before she could stop the sound.
Gio gave her a charming smirk. He was a cocky lover—she’d discovered that this morning. Of course, he had every reason to be, so it wasn’t like she could call him on it.
Rafe didn’t seek to join them, but she didn’t forget his presence. He shifted closer, his body mere inches away. He still hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing, and she started to panic that tonight—like this morning—he wouldn’t go all the way.
“Rafe,” she whispered.
“Unzip his pants, Keeley. Pull his cock out, fist it.”
She did as he asked, though part of her was distracted by her concerns.
“I’m going to direct the show for a little while,” Rafe said, easing her thoughts. “Going to show you how to bring Gio to his knees.”
“Rafe,” Gio said, his voice growly, laced with a promise of retribution. One he couldn’t verbalize because Keeley had already gotten his pants unfastened, his rock-hard dick in her hand.
“And after that lesson,” Rafe continued, unfazed by Gio’s warning, “I’m going to bend you over that bed of mine and fuck you until you forget your own name.”
“Ohhh,” she breathed, certain she’d never heard anything hotter. She’d had a couple of lovers who liked to talk dirty in bed. Fool that she was, she’d thought it was hot. Now, everything those guys had said sounded like gibberish compared to Rafe’s bedroom dialogue.
“Tighten your grip, Keeley. You can stroke him harder. He likes it that way.”
Gio held still, remaining uncharacteristically quiet as Rafe gave her directions.
She clenched her fist, her gaze locked with Gio’s. The sudden unsteadiness of his breathing proved Rafe was correct.
“Pull your fist along that thick cock,” Rafe murmured, stepping closer, his lips scant inches from her ear. “Start out slow, ease him into it. Tease him into it.”
She obeyed. Gio’s tight jaw, the growing hunger in his gaze, her reward.
“That’s it. God, you’re perfect,” Rafe praised. “So fucking perfect. Now pick up the pace, stroke him faster, but don’t loosen your grip.”