Chapter 11 #3
She groaned with pleasure when Rafe pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched, and it was then that she realized just how on edge, how close to the finish line she really was. Two or three more thrusts and she would be there.
Rafe seemed to realize the same thing because he withdrew his fingers instantly—the bastard.
“No!” she cried out, her complaint earning her two more smacks, harder than all the previous ones.
Not that her body gave a shit about that.
If he was trying to withhold her orgasm, he might not want to continue the spanking because she suspected the next blow would send her straight into orbit.
She wiggled her ass, silently hoping he’d take the hint.
Rafe chuckled, then stepped away from the bed.
She opened her mouth to curse him all the way into next Thursday, but she realized he was undressing. So, for once, she wisely kept her mouth shut.
She was tempted to roll over and sit up. She hadn’t seen Rafe completely naked yet, and she was curious.
Gio distracted her when he ran his finger along her cheek. “Okay?” he murmured.
She nodded. “I’m so happy,” she admitted quietly.
Gio’s grin was so carefree, so boyish, it took her breath away. Even more so when he said, “Me too.”
He moved then, shifting onto the bed fully, laying on his side and propping himself up on his elbow like he was settling in for a show.
Once again, she marveled at Rafe and Gio’s utter ease with each other in the bedroom. And then, maybe more surprising, she recognized her own lack of shyness with their outright voyeurism.
Keeley never could have imagined permitting, much less enjoying, someone watching her have sex with someone else.
But Gio’s new position and his intense attention was heady. She lifted herself up on her own elbows so that her breasts were visible. Gio groaned, obviously appreciating her efforts.
Then Rafe was there, the front of his thighs brushing the backs of hers. He bent over her, his cock resting against her still-warm ass.
“Keeley,” he said, his voice so deep, it sounded more like a growl than her name. She didn’t have time to reply before he added, “Hold on.”
And then, Rafe positioned his dick at her opening and slammed home.
He fucked her with a roughness that bordered on violent, with an unrestrained wildness that screamed of hunger and need, possession and control.
And her body responded instantly. She came on his second thrust.
But Rafe didn’t stop, didn’t even give any indication that he’d noticed. Instead, he kept pounding, drawing out her first orgasm until she thought she’d explode from the never-ending pleasure.
As it began to wane, she had a moment’s reprieve. Long enough to look up and realize Gio had sat up, that his cock was hard again and he was fisting it, jerking himself off, his rhythm matching that of Rafe’s.
Keeley couldn’t take her eyes away from him, from what he was doing. But soon, Rafe stole her attention away, digging his fingers underneath her body to find her clit. A few strokes later, her second orgasm began, and this one blew the first out of the water.
Throughout, Keeley cried out…curse words, prayers to God, Rafe’s name, Gio’s…an unending stream of bliss and passion and pain and wonder.
Her second orgasm passed more slowly, and Keeley went limp, certain one more of those would finish her off for good. She might have even said that aloud, though she was so light-headed, she wasn’t sure she could tell the difference between speech and thoughts anymore.
Her confusion was answered when Rafe withdrew, flipping her over to face him.
“Just one more, beauty. Together. And don’t worry, I won’t let you die,” he added with a sexy grin.
“Wait…” she said, recalling Gio. She shifted, with a lot less grace than she cared to admit. Her strength was depleted, but she knew what she wanted, how she wanted this night to end.
She moved so that she lay fully on the bed, so that Gio was next to her rather than above her. Reaching for Rafe, she guided him to come over her. Her legs parted, and Rafe slid back in, taking her much slower this time, with more care.
Glancing over at Gio, she looked at his hand, still rubbing up and down his erection, then gazed into his eyes. “Come with us,” she asked.
He nodded, his serious expression one she would have expected to see on Rafe’s face, not his.
“Yes,” he said, “but you better be quick about it.”
Rafe slid out until only the head of his impressive cock was buried inside her. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
He’d only been teasing her with that gentle entry because her conqueror was back on the second return. Rafe took her hard, lifting her legs, the back of her knees resting in the crooks of his elbows. Within a dozen thrusts, she was there, coming loudly, again, and he was right there with her.
She heard Gio’s climax but was unable to see it, blinded by a flash of bright white light.
She rode out the storm inside her, oblivious to everything else. For a few minutes, it felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings, everything happening at a distance.
She was aware of Rafe pulling out of her, of Gio going to the bathroom to clean up, of Rafe gently lifting her to pull back the covers, of Gio urging her to the middle of the bed, of both men climbing in, flanking her.
Keeley closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she wasn’t sure if she’d dozed for seconds or hours. All she knew was that she was curled on her stomach, surrounded by the heat of Rafe’s and Gio’s bodies, and she’d never in her life experienced anything so amazing.
It was so good, so overwhelming, she wasn’t sure if she was looking forward to doing it again or afraid of it. She’d been completely out of control, and it had shaken her to the core.
Mercifully, Gio knew exactly how to set her at ease, the sound of his voice bringing her back to reality. A reality based on so many years of fantasy.
She was the luckiest woman on the planet.
“Bet you thought I was the bad boy,” Gio joked, lifting his hand and slapping her ass just once.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” she retorted, laughing breathlessly.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Gio agreed.
Rafe mumbled something that sounded like “smart-asses,” but he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t try to defend himself.
“Keeley,” Gio said, drawing her attention to him. “Stay here with us while Kayden’s out of town.”
She frowned…and suddenly she remembered that her new reality wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Not quite yet. “He’ll be gone almost a month.”
Gio nodded. “I know that. Just until he comes home. It’s only three weeks.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask where he saw this going, but she felt Rafe stirring behind her. He’d been dead to the world before Gio issued his invitation.
The coward in her was too afraid to look over her shoulder to see what he thought. Because she wanted what Gio was asking for. Desperately.
But did Rafe?
She recalled his comments about not looking for a relationship, not wanting love, commitment, kids.
Just sex.
And then he always walked away.
That was the one thing she’d played over and over since their conversation at the restaurant. The moment the woman expressed wanting more…Rafe walked away.
Three weeks.
Was that Gio’s way of putting a time limit on the affair? Why did he think they needed one? Was he letting her know this wasn’t forever? Or was he trying to protect their hearts—keep it short and sweet in hopes that no one got hurt in the end?
She didn’t have it in her to tell him that ship had already sailed. She was definitely falling in love with both of them.
Then, she considered what they’d just done, and her body convinced her head and her heart that she did not give a fuck.
Three more weeks of that?
Hell yeah.
“Okay,” she said quickly, keeping her gaze on Gio, and holding her breath as she waited for Rafe to rescind the invitation.
She didn’t realize how tense she was until Rafe’s arm snuck around her waist, and he spooned her against him.
“Cricket’s not going to be happy about you stealing her spot in the bed,” Rafe said drowsily.
Keeley laughed, though suddenly, her happiness felt just the tiniest bit dimmer.