Chapter 16
SETH
I can tell Madison is nervous, but it’s like that first night, at the auction. She wants this, but she won’t let a little thing like nerves get in her way.
When she stands to undress, Damiano stands, too. He cups her cheeks and tilts her face toward his so he can kiss her. “Let me help you remove your clothes, bella. It is like unwrapping a gorgeous gift.”
As his hands move down to her shirt, she lifts her arms so he can easily pull the garment up and over her head. I’ve been half-hard since Damiano started stroking her waist, when we were talking earlier. But now, looking at Madison in her peach-colored bra and jeans, I’m ready to go.
Damiano kisses her bare skin as he removes her bra. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh of pleasure.
Her jeans come off next, and she stands before us in lacy, peach panties.
Beautiful. From the generous swell of her hips to the tiny freckle next to her belly button, to the shades of brown in her hair, to the delicate slope of her ankles.
I never thought I’d be with her like this. After the baseball game, when I stewed in desire and self-loathing, I didn’t think a night like this one would ever be possible.
Maybe it’s wrong, but I can’t fucking care anymore about what’s right or wrong. I loved my brother. I still do. Loving Madison doesn’t mean I loved Kyle any less. It doesn’t mean I’m betraying him. It just means that life changes. Nothing stays the same.
I stand and stride over to her, tilting her face toward mine. “Kiss me, Madison.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her lips meeting mine.
Nothing, nothing is better than kissing Madison Greene. She tastes faintly of whiskey, with a hint of mint. Her lips are soft, and she responds to my kiss with her entire body, clutching me against her like she’s afraid I’ll run away.
No. No running—never again.
I smooth a hand over her bare breast, catching the nipple between my fingers and squeezing gently to make her gasp against my mouth.
Damiano gets behind her, his hands running over her shoulders and arms, down to her wrists. He’s gentle with her—there are red marks from where Francesco’s zip ties rubbed against her skin.
I wish that man could die several more times for all he did to our Madison.
But I’m not here to think about him. I’m here for Madison, for love, for lust. For our new relationship.
“Condoms in the drawer?” I ask Damiano.
He nods toward the side table.
Reluctantly, I let go of Madison. I take off my shirt and move to the couch. “You really want to do this, sweetheart? All three of us together?”
“Yes.” She leans back against Damiano, who cups her tits while he nuzzles her neck. “Yes, I want all three of us together.”
I strip out of the rest of my clothes, grab a condom, and lie down on the couch. Madison’s green eyes glitter with desire as she watches me roll the condom over my length.
“Look how hard he is for you.” Damiano tugs at her nipples. “Look at how you drive him wild.”
“You’ll be on top.” I beckon her to me. “I want my hands free so I can touch you everywhere.”
Damiano leads her over, watching in approval as she straddles my waist. I reach for her face, bringing her down to mine for another kiss. So fresh, sweet. Her breasts rub against my chest. As our tongues tangle, we writhe together.
I grab the base of my cock and she slowly lowers down.
She feels so fucking good. I knew she would—fucking her in the baseball stadium had been incredible.
But tonight is different.
No punishments, no games. No frustration or anger. Just desire and affection.
I lift my hips gently. I want to fuck her slow, savor every sensation. This moment has been simmering between us for far too long.
Madison moves her hips, matching my pace.
She glides over me like wet satin. I touch her everywhere—hips, waist, breasts.
I touch her chin and guide her to look at me, to see me and the apologies in my eyes, the affection, no, the love I hold for her.
I won’t say the words yet, I love you, but they’re inside me, waiting.
Damiano strokes her back, and every now and then he reaches between us so he can rub and pinch one of her nipples.
For all he talked about watching Madison fuck me, he isn’t taking a back seat to the scene.
Which is perfect. We’re all in this together.
This is the relationship Damiano and I have been seeking…
with the woman who turns out to be perfect for us.
“Take her ass,” I tell him while I give her a playful spank.
Madison makes a sound of protest, but her cunt tightens around me—she likes the idea.
“She hasn’t been prepared.” Damiano shakes his head. “Another time, we will fuck both of these pretty holes. Tonight, we’ll have to be more creative.”
I kiss her. “You hear that, Miss M? We’ll fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time—just not now. What do you think?”
“I don’t think you’ll both fit.”
“We will,” Damiano promises. “And you’ll love every second.”
While she gives me a doubtful frown, I pull out of her pussy because I have an idea. “Turn around, sweetheart. Suck my cock while I eat you.”
Understanding my thoughts, Damiano gets on the couch at my head, which puts him near Madison’s pussy. He’s going to fuck her while I lick her, and she’ll go wild for it.
An intrusive thought enters my brain, unbidden. What would my brother say, if he saw me like this with his wife?
No. I can’t let that idea live in my mind. Not now, not ever again. Kyle isn’t here. His absence isn’t fair. It’s fucking tragic. But he’s gone. I’m here, and so is Madison. We can’t live as if he’s still alive when he isn’t.
I used to think that the guilt and the shame I felt was because I needed to protect my brother. But guilt and shame aren’t protecting Kyle—they’re harming me and Madison. I can’t entertain those feelings anymore.
Instead, I want to focus on the gorgeous, kind woman on top of me, her legs spread over my face to present that beautiful pink cunt.
I give her pussy a playful lick. “Well, sweetheart? Suck me down with that sweet mouth of yours.”
Her responding lick is just as playful—one long swipe up my length that has me shuddering.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I massage her ass. “Do it again.”
She does, following the lick with her lips closing over my crown, then slowly moving all the way down to the base of my cock. She doesn’t fully hold me in her mouth for long—it can’t be comfortable. But once she catches her breath, she goes down again.
“So good,” I murmur, and put all my attention toward licking and sucking her pussy.
I delve my tongue inside, then bring it up to circle her clit, sucking gently.
Not too hard, not too fast. I don’t want her to come yet.
Although from the way her legs tense and shake against me, I expect she’s close.
Damiano puts on a condom. I scoot down and lift Madison’s hips up and back to give him more room.
As he enters her, she moans loudly, the sound traveling through me.
Our pleasure is linked, for the three of us.
We move slowly. None of us is in a hurry. None of us wants this to end.
Stroke after stroke, we bring each other higher.
Madison’s body tightens, her limbs going rigid.
She rocks against my face and Damiano’s thrusts.
I keep licking and sucking at her clit, trying to bring her the most pleasure and heat possible.
She makes throaty sounds over my dick, sounding more and more intense with each passing second.
“Go ahead, bella.” Damiano’s voice is rough. He’s close, too. “Come with us. Let us feel and hear your orgasm.”
She comes, her screams muffled by my cock. Her pleasure causes mine and Damiano’s to spike—he comes hard with a loud grunt, and I spill into Madison’s mouth, my orgasm hot and fierce.
I slow my licks against her clit while she shakes on top of me, coming down from her heights.
While our heartbeats return to normal, Damiano and I get wet wipes to clean ourselves and her up. I tug her onto my lap, cuddling her against me. Damiano sits next to us, holding her hand. Every so often, he leans over to press a light kiss to the top of her head.
We’re finally together with our girl.
Bliss.
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SETH
Faint morning light streams into Damiano’s room through the white curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling window. I’ve never stayed the night here before. Although Damiano and I have long wanted a dynamic like this, we’ve never gotten further than sharing a woman at a club.
This is exactly right, though. Madison, Damiano, and me—together in the same bed.
None of us seems to want to get up. Madison lies nestled between Damiano and me. She’s still asleep, but he and I are awake.
He meets my gaze over her sleeping form. “She is perfect for us, just like I said.”
“Oh, shut up with the I-told-you-sos. I get it. I’m here now, okay?”
Madison stirs, and her eyes open. She blinks and smiles when she sees us looking at her. “Morning.”
“Good morning, bella.” Damiano gives her a swift kiss on the lips. “I’ll go make breakfast. You can stay put.”
While he walks naked to his dresser to find a pair of sweatpants, Madison starts to get up.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Finding some clothes.”
“Not a chance.” I grin. “I want you naked at all times.”
“Even if I run down to the coffee shop for a scone?” She raises her eyebrows in challenge.
Impertinent little girl. “If you want to be a brat, I can treat you like a brat. Maybe you need a spanking.”
“Maybe I do.” But she leans over and kisses my cheek.
My phone buzzes with a notification. I’m tempted to ignore it, but it’s late on Friday morning. Since neither Damiano nor I are in the office yet, I should at least make sure that things are running smoothly without us.
Instead of a message with a mission update, though, I open the text to find a disturbing photograph. Two people—it appears to be a man and a woman—are sitting on the floor, hands tied in front of them with rough-looking rope, with black bags over their heads.
I take a deep breath, because shit’s about to get real. “Damiano.”
He hurries over. “What?”
“Did you get this message?”
He frowns as he looks at the image before grabbing his phone. “I don’t think so—no.” He stares at my phone again. “What is this?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. No demands. No note. Just a photo of two people tied up in an otherwise empty room.”
His frown deepens. “Does it have anything to do with one of our current missions?”
“Impossible to tell. This building could be anywhere.”
Basic loop-knit carpet, beige walls. A low baseboard. No electrical outlets in sight. If I could see one, it would help narrow down the country. No windows or window treatments. No furniture. Just two bloodied and battered people, sitting on the floor.
“Who would send this to me,” I ask, “and why? There must be some kind of plan, some motive behind it.”
“Wait, Seth—that isn’t just a random couple.” Madison grabs my arm, holding it still so she can peer at my phone. “The watch on the man’s hand…and the rings the woman is wearing. Recognize them?”
Shit. I was so busy evaluating the background, looking for clues in the setting, and avoiding the victims themselves.
Now that she’s pointed out those details, I can’t see anything but the rings my mother has worn every day since I can remember, and the watch she gave my father for their twenty-fifth anniversary.
I drop my phone and close my eyes. “Those are my parents.”
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I truly hope you enjoyed this second installment of Madison, Seth, and Damiano’s romance!