Chapter 14 #3
He sat up, then crawled toward them, his actions drawing their attention. He knelt directly behind Keeley. While she was straddling Gio’s hips, Rafe chiseled himself a spot between his friend’s parted legs.
Neither of them had an issue with proximity, or with glancing brushes of hands or legs.
It was sex, they were naked, and body parts were going to touch.
However, this was a more intimate position, and he could see the furrow in Gio’s brow.
His friend wasn’t annoyed, but he was definitely curious about Rafe’s intentions—especially when Rafe reached down and briefly, just briefly, cupped Gio’s balls.
Gio grunted, his eyes closing with pleasure for just a moment, before opening once more, his gaze locking with Rafe’s. Gio, the impulsive fucker, raised one eyebrow and quirked a grin as if to say, “So it’s like that now?”
Rafe wanted to laugh, but damn if he wasn’t in over his fucking head. Because he couldn’t understand this sudden desire to touch Gio too.
Were his feelings for these two getting mixed up?
He’d always shared a tight bond with Gio, their relationship solid, reliable…
platonic. But now, with Keeley there—making him feel shit he had zero experience with—it suddenly felt like there could be more between him and Gio.
Like something had already been there, buried beneath the surface all this time, unseen because Rafe had always refused to dig deeper.
He was spiraling out of control, spinning wildly, with no way to stop himself from crashing into the brick wall looming large and impenetrable right in front of him.
Keeley, unaware of the exchange between him and Gio, started to lift up on her knees once more, but Rafe placed his hand in the middle of her back.
“Stay down. Like that. Fuck her the way you were, Gio.”
Gio tilted his hips, and Keeley, who seemed physically incapable of remaining still during sex, added her own force to the motion, sliding up and down the length of Gio’s body.
On one upward swing, Rafe used his grip on her back to push her even higher, until Gio’s cock slipped out of her pussy, just as Rafe had intended. He was ready.
Gripping his dick, he guided himself inside her, loving Keeley’s adorable little squeak of surprise.
“Oh!” she gasped, as Rafe began fucking her. He pounded inside her fifteen, twenty times—then he pulled out.
Gio caught on quickly, taking Rafe’s place, fucking her from below.
Over and over, they pounded, then retreated, allowing the other man a turn.
“We’re sharing you,” Rafe said, placing a kiss on Keeley’s bare shoulder. It wasn’t what she’d meant earlier, but fuck if it wasn’t the most moving sexual experience of his life.
Keeley cried out, “Yes,” but Rafe had no idea if she was agreeing or if she was simply close to the end.
On his next retreat, Rafe wrapped his hand around his dick as Gio slid back inside. “Make her come,” he demanded. “Then we’re coming too.”
Gio nodded, just once, and Rafe suspected that was all he was capable of. Like Keeley, he was teetering on the edge.
Gio’s fingers slid to her clit, his touch doing the trick.
Keeley cried out, her back arching as she came. Gio went down with her, drawing her body down on his, his fingers grasping her upper arms tightly.
“God, Keeley,” he grunted as he climaxed.
Rafe placed his hand on her upper back once more, holding her down as he tightened his grip and increased his speed, jacking off with a fury. A dozen strokes later, he was there, coming so hard his bones rattled, painting her bare back with his release.
“Fuck. Yes! Jesus,” Rafe cried out. “Beauty.”
The three of them remained there, close together, until Rafe forced himself to rise.
“Stay there, Keeley. Don’t move. I need to clean you off.” He walked to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth.
Neither Gio nor Keeley had stirred, and he wondered if they’d fallen asleep like that, with Gio’s soft cock still nestled inside her.
Keeley’s eyes drifted open when Rafe gently washed her back clean. She gave him a drowsy smile of thanks. Then she rolled over, flopping onto her back in the middle of the bed, lifeless.
Gio grunted when she moved but didn’t bother to open his eyes. The heavy way his chest rose and fell told Rafe if he wasn’t asleep, he would be in mere seconds.
Rafe washed himself up, tossed the washcloth in the laundry basket, then joined them in bed. He lay on his back for several minutes, listening to their soft breathing.
Keeley slipped under the covers once she’d cooled off and shifted into her usual position, stomach down. They’d slept together enough nights that their sleep routines were familiar, comfortable.
He let their soft breathing lull him right to the threshold of sleep. A second more and he would have been there.
But he heard Keeley whisper. She’d rolled over to face Gio while his friend still lay on his back, on his side of the bed.
“Gio,” she whispered, so low Rafe had to strain to hear her, and he was right beside her. Her words were more breath than whisper.
“Yeah,” Gio murmured back quietly.
“I love you,” she said.
Rafe couldn’t see either of their faces in the dark, but he could hear the smile in Gio’s voice when he whispered back, “I love you too, little one. So much.”
“I just needed to tell you,” she breathed back.
And that was it. All they said. Then Keeley nestled closer to Gio, who wrapped her up in his embrace. The two of them were asleep within seconds.
Rafe lay there in the silence that followed, his heart thudding so loud, he felt certain it would wake them. Then he recalled Keeley reading his horoscope to him this morning. The words had bothered him all day.
It’s scary to do anything risky for fear of failure. Perhaps you’ve tried to become invisible in situations so you can avoid being noticed. These defense mechanisms won’t get you where you need to go.
For three weeks, Rafe had felt like he belonged here, with them…but he’d resisted it heavily, tried to deny it by hiding his feelings. Apparently, he’d made himself too invisible.
Had Keeley waited until she thought he was asleep to say those words to Gio?
Why? Because she thought he didn’t want to hear them?
Or worse, because she didn’t want to say them to Rafe?
Gio had made no bones about his feelings. He was in love with her, and he’d found ways to show Keeley every single day they’d been together. He wanted to marry her, wanted to be with her. Forever.
Meanwhile, Rafe had purposely put himself on the outside, had told her—told both of them—that all he wanted was sex.
Now he was here.
Alone.
Exactly in the place he’d put himself because he’d been too afraid to open himself up to the possibility of love.
She loved Gio.
Rafe played her confession over and over in his head, into the wee hours, until he thought he’d go mad.
Ultimately, the clock had run out…and now it was time for him to do as he promised.
It was time for him to walk away.