Chapter 16 #3
After paying the check, they decided to leave Rafe’s car in the restaurant parking lot, none of them willing to separate even for the short drive back to the mansion.
Instead, they climbed into the bench seat of Gio’s pickup, Keeley and Rafe making out like a couple of desperate teenagers while Gio drove.
They were probably lucky to make it home in one piece, considering Gio’s eyes had been on them more than the road.
Rafe held Keeley’s hand, the three of them heading directly to the stairs, to his—their—bedroom, after she’d kicked off her shoes at the door first.
Cricket had become accustomed to sleeping in her doggie bed in the corner until the wee hours, even after Gio and Keeley stopped coming to bed with him. She lifted her head, acknowledged them all with a sleepy yip, then went right back to sleep.
“Holy heat,” Gio murmured when they walked in. “It’s gotta be eighty degrees in here.”
Rafe laughed. “Clearly we’re wearing too many clothes for the ghosts.”
Gio looked around, pleased. “Albert and Marta for the win.”
Keeley released Rafe’s hand so that she could begin to unbutton his shirt.
“Getting right down to business, I see,” he murmured.
“It is warm in here,” she teased.
Rafe let her strip his shirt off, loving the feeling of her fingers stroking his bare chest. Unlike Gio, Rafe didn’t have a single tattoo. He chalked it up to a lifetime of overthinking. He’d never been able to decide what ink he’d like.
But now…as he watched Gio tug off his shirt, saw the appreciative way Keeley looked at him before turning to draw her tongue in swirling patterns over the artwork on Gio’s arm, Rafe thought it might be time to give a tattoo serious thought.
Gio reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, then lost no time tackling her bra.
“I don’t want to go slow. I’ve missed you. Both of you,” Keeley said, stripping her pants and panties off, adding them to the pile. To accentuate her point, she climbed onto the bed seductively, crooking her finger at them.
Rafe frowned as he considered her words. “The two of you really didn’t…”
“We were waiting for you,” Keeley admitted.
“God, I love you,” Rafe said again. Now that the words were out there, he couldn’t stop saying them. “You’re probably going to get sick of hearing me say that.”
She shook her head. “Never.”
For the first time in his life, Rafe was seeing a future he’d never imagined for himself…and he sent up a silent prayer that Keeley’s brother would be okay with this because Rafe knew what his end game was.
It was them.
Rafe took off his pants and joined Keeley on the bed. Kneeling, he reached for her hand and pulled her in front of him.
Rafe prided himself on his control and restraint in the bedroom.
Both, however, were seriously lacking at the moment.
He shifted Keeley into the position he wanted, kneeling in front of him, facing away, both of them right at the edge of the bed.
Then he lifted her hips, lined up his cock, and pulled her back down.
They both gasped, then groaned.
Once she was fully seated, he tightened his grip, holding her in place before looking at Gio and hitching his chin in a “get on with it” manner.
Gio grinned as he dropped his pants and kicked them off.
“Commando?” Rafe observed.
“Figured it would save time,” his friend joked.
Rafe grinned. “Cocky bastard.”
“If there’s one thing I knew for sure, it was that our determination was way stronger than your stubbornness.”
“And for once…it appears you were right,” Rafe said, loving the way his playful jab made Keeley laugh.
“Buuuurn,” she said, giggling.
“You want to burn?” Gio asked, stepping close to the bed, right beside them, his erection jutting out.
“Bend forward, beauty,” Rafe directed, gently pushing her down.
She reached out for Gio’s cock, but Rafe grasped her wrist firmly, halting her.
“Grip the base. The way I showed you. But just take the tip of him in your mouth, tease him a little,” Rafe demanded.
Gio’s heated look promised retribution, and Rafe looked forward to whatever attempt his friend made.
Keeley did exactly as he asked, wrapping her hand around Gio’s dick while sucking on just the head. She was a sexy, giving lover, her ministrations fueling her own arousal as her pussy clenched, tightening around Rafe’s erection.
They weren’t even moving, yet Rafe knew it was going to take a lot of multiplication tables in his head to hold his climax at bay. There was no way he was going to let this end too quickly.
Gio groaned, raking his hands through Keeley’s hair. He gathered it up in one fist, creating a ponytail that left Rafe an unobscured view as Gio’s cock slid in and out of those pretty pink lips of hers.
Gio started to take control, to thrust more deeply.
Rafe reached down and cupped Keeley’s chin, drawing her away slightly. “What did I say, Keeley? Just the tip, remember?” he warned.
Gio panted and shook his head. “Dammit, Rafe.”
Rafe grinned, then pushed his thumb into Keeley’s mouth, alongside Gio’s dick. “Suck on my thumb, beauty. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Keeley’s tongue slid over his thumb and Gio’s dick. Rafe ran his thumb over Gio’s slit, then down until he hit the sensitive spot just beneath the head.
Gio groaned, then cursed. “Fuck me!”
Rafe still wasn’t sure what kept prompting him to touch Gio sexually.
It certainly hadn’t been something he’d wanted or tried before, with their previous lovers.
All he knew was that boundaries he’d always respected were falling away.
He’d given his heart to Keeley. She’d claimed it hook, line, and sinker.
But now…well…if he could give his love, his heart and soul and body to one person… why not two?
Gio didn’t push him away, didn’t tense up, or give him any indication that these new, sensual touches were unwanted. Just the opposite, in fact. He could tell they turned Gio on. As much as they did Rafe.
“Keep Gio in your mouth, take him deeper.”
Keeley shifted, opened her mouth wider. Gio took advantage of his hand in her hair, pulling her closer, pushing more of his cock inside her mouth.
Rafe pulled his thumb out, then reached for Keeley’s hand, guiding it between Gio’s legs.
He encouraged her to grasp Gio’s balls, using his own hand to show her how to play with them.
He tightened his fingers around hers so that she was cupping his balls firmly.
They lifted them slightly, stroking downwards together as they tugged.
The massage was having the desired effect as Gio’s cursing grew louder, more pained. “Mother. Fucker!” he gasped. “That feels…fuck. Fuck.”
Rafe was nowhere near finished. He loosened his grip, and Keeley started to pull her hand away.
“No,” Rafe commanded. “Keep hold. Gio’s ready for you. And he likes it rough, just like you.”
She resumed her strokes, while Rafe reached farther back. Finding the taint, he caressed the area gently before pressing more firmly.
Gio jerked, as if struck by lightning.
Keeley released him for a moment, looking curiously at Rafe over her shoulder. “What did you do?”
Rafe reclaimed the hand she was using to play with his balls and guided her fingers back, showing her where he’d touched. “Self-destruct button,” he joked.
Neither Keeley nor Gio laughed—Keeley too fascinated, and Gio too aroused.
She increased the pressure on his taint, taking Gio back into her mouth. She was a quick study, evidenced by the absolute pleasure on Gio’s face.
Aware Gio wasn’t going to last much longer, Rafe decided to up the ante. Using the thumb Keeley had wet with her mouth, he slipped between her ass cheeks and ran it over her anus.
She grunted, the sound drawing Gio out of his blissed-out state, his eyes opening as he sought out the reason for her sudden twitching.
When his gaze landed on Rafe’s thumb, Gio grinned wickedly.
Now that he had an audience, Rafe pushed his thumb deeper. Keeley was still sucking on Gio’s dick, but her motions were jerkier now as he breached her virgin ass.
She whimpered once the whole digit was inside her, and he wiggled it. Unbeknownst to Keeley, she was fucking the hell out of Rafe right now, the continual clench and release of her pussy around his dick, driving him mad.
Fucking hell. She was doing Kegels on his cock.
“Rafe!” Gio gasped. “I can’t…”
Gio was there, and no matter how much Rafe wanted to draw this out, there was just no fucking way. It would take years of sex with these two before he ever managed to find his self-control. “Do it.”
Gio began to thrust into Keeley’s mouth in earnest, using his grip in her hair to drive the pace and speed. Rafe mimicked that rhythm, fucking her ass with his thumb, stretching the too-tight hole.
Keeley pushed back against him, silently demanding more. Rafe tilted his hips, the need to pound inside her growing too great.
Gio went over first, his eyes closed, his face contorted in what might have looked like pain in any other circumstance. Keeley, their incredible woman, came as well.
Rafe held still, watching them both in the throes of pleasure, loving their sexy cries and the ways their bodies trembled.
He wondered how in the fuck he’d ever managed to walk away from this.
Gio and Keeley had reached out to him, even after he’d hurt them, and pulled him back in. He was never going to hurt them again.
Gio withdrew from Keeley’s mouth, the fingers that had been clenched in her hair now loose, stroking the strands from her face with a newfound gentleness.
Keeley shifted slightly, moving to her hands and knees, signaling she was ready for more.
“Wait,” Gio said, climbing onto the bed. He claimed the middle, lying on his back. Reaching for Keeley, he pulled her over him, giving her a quick kiss.
Then his friend looked at him and graced him with a wink. “Back where you were,” Gio said.
Rafe resumed his place behind Keeley…inside Keeley.
Gripping her hips, he set the raging beast inside free, pounding, thrusting, pounding, thrusting.
He felt, rather than saw, when Gio began to stroke her clit.
He didn’t shy away from the area, his fingers reaching lower, to feel the place where Rafe penetrated her.
It looked like his voyeur best friend had found a new way of watching… with his hands.
Keeley cried out, coming hard. Rafe wanted to hold back. God, he really fucking wanted to, but in the end, there was no hope for him.
He climaxed hard, every muscle in his body tensing up under the avalanche, the impact.
Rafe had no idea how long they remained there, locked together. But it was Gio who stirred first, now, as always, finding a way to make them laugh. “Everybody still with me? It got kind of quiet.”
Keeley laughed breathlessly, her strength giving out. The arms and knees she’d locked in place loosened, and she slowly slid down, lying fully on top of Gio.
Rafe collapsed to the side, watching as his friend engulfed Keeley in his arms.
“Love you,” Gio murmured, gaze locked with Rafe’s as he kissed the top of Keeley’s head.
Rafe smiled.
Yeah. So it happened.
The man who thought himself incapable of love had just fallen hard, not with one person but two. It had been a rough ride, but Rafe was finished fighting.
He was ready for the next part.
Come what may.
Because he was impulsive like that.