Chapter 4 Anabel
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Anabel
My heart is a wild hummingbird in my chest as Cole unlocks the door to our adjoining rooms. None of this feels real. The fact that Luca is Cupid, the fact that Cole’s in love with me, the unbelievable way he kissed me down in the hotel bar. I’ve never been kissed like that before. Never.
And yet…all of it feels right. All of it.
The door clicks shut behind us, and then the three of us are completely alone together. You know, just me, my best friend, and the ancient Roman god of love and sex. Super normal, right? It’s ludicrous.
It’s kinda perfect, too. Because there’s something about Luca that feels like a…like a missing puzzle piece. I don’t know how else to describe it.
Luca surveys the small but nicely appointed room and moves to the leather armchair by the window, the golden light from the street lamp pooling around him like a halo.
“Sit,” he says, his voice a gentle but firm command as he nods toward the bed.
Cole obeys immediately, pulling me down beside him. The mattress dips under our weight, and I can feel the heat of his thigh pressed against mine. My pulse is a drumbeat in my ears.
Luca watches us, his gaze warm. Then he smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkling.
“You love each other,” he says simply. “You’ve spent years dancing around this.
Hesitating. Doubting. Tonight, I’m going to show you what it means to want without shame.
To take without fear.” His eyes bounce back and forth between us, dark with heat.
“I’m going to guide you through what you already desire. ”
Cole exhales shakily beside me. His hand finds mine again, squeezing tight.
I lick my lips. “Will you—?” My unspoken question hovers in the air. Will you be joining us? I can’t bring myself to ask it because I’m scared of what I want.
Luca’s expression shifts, just for a second. A flicker of something like regret passes over his handsome face. “My role is to guide,” he says after a moment. “Not participate.”
The words hang between us, the implication loud and impossible to ignore. Cole’s grip on my hand tightens, and when I glance at him, his cheeks are flushed, his pupils blown wide. I can see the disappointment there. I probably have a similar expression on my face.
Luca leans back in the chair, the picture of calm control. But there’s a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his jaw that wasn’t there a moment ago. But he blinks, seemingly shaking it off, and then he speaks, his voice a little rough around the edges, losing some of its earlier smoothness.
“Touch her, Cole. Slow. Learn the shape of her.”
Cole’s hands are trembling when they land on my waist. His palms are warm through the thin fabric of my clothes, and I can feel the heat of him even before he pulls me closer.
I lean in, and then, without waiting for Luca’s command, Cole kisses me.
It’s softer than the kiss downstairs, hesitant at first, like he’s still testing the weight of this.
Of us. But then his mouth slants over mine, and the hesitation melts into something hungrier.
His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp into the kiss.
Luca makes a low, approving sound. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Kiss her like she’s yours. Like you’re claiming her.”
Cole groans against my lips, and the kiss deepens.
One hand leaves my waist to cup the back of my neck, tilting my head just right, and I whimper into his mouth.
The sound seems to undo him, because his fingers flex against my skin, and the kiss turns desperate, like he’s been starving for this.
A thrill unlike anything I’ve ever felt courses through me.
“Anabel,” Luca says as Cole kisses the absolute daylights out of me. “Touch him. Show him how much you want him with your hands.”
I start to undo the buttons of Cole’s shirt, fumbling only a little as I go.
His skin is warm beneath my palms, smooth and firm, and I trace the lines of his hard chest like I’ve dreamed of doing for so long.
He moans softly when I brush over his nipple, and I do it again because I want more of that incredible sound he makes.
Luca watches us, and it’s like his gaze is the sun, hot on my skin. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Look at you. Look at how perfect you are together.” He pauses, just for a moment. “Cole, tell her what you feel when she touches you.”
Cole breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips, “Like I’m on fire. Like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”
“Good. Undress her. Slowly. Make her feel worshipped.”
Cole’s hands are shaking as he pulls my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside.
His fingers brush my spine as he flicks open the clasp of my bra, and I shiver, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
Cole doesn’t rush. He traces the line of my collarbone with his lips, slow and savoring.
His breath is deliciously warm against my skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Cole says in a rough voice that sounds like something out of my sweetest fantasies.
The words vibrate through me, settling somewhere deep. Cole has complimented me countless times over the years of our friendship. But this…it’s different. It’s more than just a compliment.
“She is,” Luca agrees. “You both are.”
I glance over at him. His palm is moving slowly over the massive bulge in his pants as he devours us with his gaze. My pulse jumps and my clit throbs when I notice Cole watching, his lips parted, his chest rising faster and faster.
“Undress her all the way,” says Luca, still stroking himself slowly.
Cole’s hands slide down my arms, taking the straps of my bra with them. My breasts bounce free, and both men groan.
God, I’ve never felt so powerful in my life.
Cole stares at me for several long seconds, his breathing uneven. My nipples are hard points, begging for attention. For fingers. For a mouth.
I stand, and Cole tugs my skirt down over my hips, the fabric pooling at my feet. Cole stares and stares, like he can’t believe I’m real.
I’m about to say something when his fingers hook under the lace of my soaked panties, dragging them down my thighs. I step out of them, my heart a wild flutter in my chest. I’m now naked in front of not one, but two men.
Cole doesn’t drop my panties to the floor like I expect him to. No, instead he lifts them to his face, his eyes fluttering shut as he inhales deeply, breathing in my scent. A rough sound tears from his throat, something between a groan and a growl. My face burns, but I don’t look away. I can’t.
Cole doesn’t say a word. He just takes my panties from his face, and tosses them to Luca, who catches them easily.
I let out a desperate little whimper as Luca lifts the embarrassingly wet lace to his face. His nostrils flare, and then he inhales, long and deep.
Oh. My. God. Or should I say Cupid?
A low, rough sound rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, cara,” he groans, voice thick. “Your cunt smells delicious.” His tongue flicks out, tracing the damp spot on the fabric before he presses it to his lips, tasting me. Cole and I moan in unison at the sight.
Cole’s hands slide up my thighs, his fingers dragging over my skin as he pulls me into his lap.
His cock is hard beneath me, thick and hot even through his jeans, and I can’t help but rock against him, desperate for friction.
He groans into my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear.
“You do smell incredible,” he says. “Like the exact thing I’ve been starving for. ”
Luca’s gaze flits between us, his chest rising faster now. He slowly rubs my panties over the bulge of his cock. “So fucking pretty. So desperate and needy for Cole.”
I whimper, my hips rolling against Cole’s lap. His cock grinds against my clit through his jeans, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Cole’s hands slide up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “She’s perfect,” he murmurs, more to Luca than to me. “So soft. So responsive.” His lips trail down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone.
And then his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue swirls around my aching nipple, teasing, before he pulls it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make me whimper. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him there, my back arching.
Luca’s eyes burn as he watches us, lifting my panties to his nose again for another deep inhale. “Look at her grinding on your lap like a good girl. Is she dripping all over you with that hot little cunt of hers?”
Distantly, I think that I should be outraged that a virtual stranger is talking about me this way, but I’m not. Because everything Luca does, everything Luca says feels right. As natural as breathing.
My breath catches, my hips jerking faster, chasing the pressure building between my legs.
“Fuck, Ana,” Cole groans against my breast. “You’re soaking through my pants.
” His other hand cups my breast, squeezing, kneading, while his mouth works me over, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make me squirm.
I’m unraveling, and I don’t want to stop.
I’m lost in sensation, but Luca’s voice cuts through my haze with a simple command.
“Anabel. Undress Cole.”