Chapter 12
SOFIA
The smell of bacon still lingers in the air. I’m not sure if it’s coming from the stove or from the man behind me whose mouth was buried between my legs five minutes ago. My thighs still tremble when I pull away from the counter, trying to gather what’s left of my dignity.
Being eaten out twice in less than twelve hours and squirting, after months of nothing, is making me weak. Weak enough to give in to what they have been proposing for weeks.
Last night made me even more curious. I was surprised to see his brother suddenly in the room.
Then again, I wasn’t since he never wants to be left out of anything.
He whines too much not to be included. Suddenly, he was there.
His cock was the same thick, long, glistening size as his brothers.
My pussy dripped with wetness. I’m sure Massimo noticed, although he didn’t say anything.
No, Em ran his mouth and got us all hot and bothered.
I couldn’t help staring at my former patient. Couldn’t take my eyes off his cock and face plastered with pleasure when he came. When his brother licked my ass, finger fucked my pussy, and sent me off into oblivion.
It was hot, naughty, and definitely taboo.
My thighs were clenched this morning when I woke up, smashed to Emilio, his hard cock covering my pussy in its own claim of ownership. I slowly untangled myself, leaving Paco sleeping in a pile of Massimo’s clothes he had formed into a little nest on the floor.
I tiptoed out here to find Massimo talking to himself. His voice still hums in my ears. Low, sweet, and possessive. Too much. I can’t think straight around him. I tell myself I’m going to shower, to clear my head, to remind myself this isn’t real.
Because it can’t be.
“’Cause I’m a dog mom, dog mom…”
What in God’s name?
The voice gets closer, off-key, and deep. The sound echoes down the hallway, followed by the uneven thunk of crutches.
“My babies get the best, settle for nothing less!”
Then I see him.
Emilio rounds the corner. Bare chest gleaming, shorts slung dangerously low on his hips, a baby carrier strapped across his torso. Inside it, like some tiny, bug-eyed king, sits my Paco.
“Oh . . . my . . . Dios.”
I cover my mouth, but it’s useless. A laugh bursts out of me so hard I snort. Paco yips, tail wagging so violently that the whole harness bounces. Emilio’s grinning like he just won a medal for stupidity and charm. He plants his crutches, puffing his chest.
“Don’t look at me like that, my angel. We’re hot and unstoppable now.”
The sight of him nearly drops me to my knees. This big, reckless, beautiful man, leg in a cast, hair a wreck, my dog strapped to his chest like a newborn, is ridiculous and heartbreakingly cute.
“Emilio…” I gasp between laughs. “You . . . you strapped him to you?”
He nods proudly, bouncing once for effect.
“Safety first. Mas got me this ugly little dude so I wouldn’t be lonely. Said he’s my emotional support since Ryan’s a damn sadist during therapy.”
“Your dog?” I stop, then look at his brother, still standing where I left him. “That’s my dog.”
He freezes mid-bouncing Paco like a baby.
“What? No! I already called dibs.”
He eyes his brother for help. Both of us stare at him to resolve this.
Massimo snorts. “No, dumbass. She brought him when she came to stay. You just assumed, like always.”
He looks down at Paco, then back at me, utterly betrayed. “You mean . . . he’s not my dog?”
“No, Paco’s mine.”
Emilio’s mouth falls open. “Wait. So I’m not a dog mom?”
“No, Nene,” I say through a fit of laughter. “You’re the babysitter.”
“Fuck that. I’m at least the stepdad. A fun one.” He pouts, clutching Paco protectively. My dog swipes a few licks to his chin as if agreeing. “Joint custody since I already bonded with the little dude. Look at his face. It’s so ugly only a dog mom could love it.”
“Yeah, his mom.” Massimo points to me. I nod. “But he does look like you. Small, loud, and needy.”
Emilio’s arms wrap around the harness, protective and unwilling to let him go. It just gets funnier. “Keep talking, bro. See if I share visitation rights.”
Massimo smirks. “You can’t even share a protein shake, much less a dog.”
“Because you steal the good flavors!”
I’m laughing so hard I have to lean against the counter for support. The two of them bicker like overgrown boys, Paco caught in the middle, barking as if he’s egging them on.
“Alright, enough,” I manage between breaths. “You, put him down before you fall. You, stop instigating.”
Massimo raises a brow, closing the distance and putting a hand on my stomach as if staking his claim all over again. “He started it.”
“Stop touching her like that, it’s not fair.” Emilio points a crutch at him. “And I’ll finish it. As soon as I’m cleared to walk, you’re dead, bro.”
Massimo laughs, all smug and unbothered, wrapping both arms around me and cradling me harder than Paco in the harness. “You can barely manage to stand and balance to pee.”
“Can too! Ryan showed me how. So, suck it.”
“Bring it on, dog mom.”
That sends me over the edge again, full-blown laughter shaking through me and into Massimo.
He kisses my head. Emilio grumbles and pouts, still proud to have my Chihuahua strapped to his chest and not following my instructions.
For the first time in a very long time, I feel lighter, less burdened, and actually safe.
These two might drive me insane, but dios, they make me feel alive.
“You guys suck. Come on, Paco, let’s go bark at squirrels and shit. Watch the cars go by. That’s all I’m fucking good for,” he sulks, and I pull out of his brother’s arms.
Not that I pity him, but I do feel sorry for him. More wanting to take away the string of rejection because I know how crappy it is being on the receiving end.
“Nene.”
I walk to him, catching him as he’s struggling to turn his crutches and trying to protect Paco at the same time from tumbling out.
“Thank you for wanting to take care of my dog.”
I place my arm on his shoulder, slide it around his neck, and angle myself closer.
Paco licks the column of my neck. Emilio’s eyes widen when he realizes what I’m about to do.
A crutch clatters to the ground as his arm catches my waist. Wobbly and fast, he plants a hard kiss on my lips.
Groans and practically stuffs his tongue down my throat. I nip at it, and he pulls back.
“You bit me!”
“You don’t kiss like that.”
His face is hurt and shocked. His weight leans into me.
“I always kiss like that. I have a powerful tongue,” he defends and then smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No, I’ll show you.”
I cup his face, letting my thumbs brush over his stubble. Surprisingly, he waits, but his arm flexes tighter when he grabs my butt and grunts. Slowly, I press my lips to his. When he tries it again, I back off. It takes a couple of tries, but he finally follows, letting me kiss him however I want.
Soft, slow, and lingering.
He takes the hint, letting my tongue in his mouth instead of the other way around.
Somewhere in the middle of our twisting tongue, his brother is behind me.
His lips on my neck, breath hot against my skin.
His hand slips under the shirt I borrowed from him, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple into a hard peak.
The other skates along the outside of my thigh, climbing closer to my core.
Having one at my back and one at my front is doing things to me.
Crazy things like making me want to take both at once.
To dive into the deep end of the pool and not worry about swimming to the top.
I want to drown in these two. Their grunts and groans, my moans get lost in the brother who tastes different than his twin.
More salty than sweet. More metallic than fresh.
It’s the medicine doing it, but strangely, it makes him more vulnerable and hotter at the same time.
It’s only when Paco barks that we all stop.
“Chill, dude, stop cockblocking your stepdad.”
I laugh, the sound husky and full of desire. My body is on fire. Massimo’s hands are still holding both my sensitive areas, waiting to continue. I lean into him. My gaze settles on his brother, whose eyes are so wide, their white all around them.
“Shit, is this happening right now? My angel? Are we going to fuck? It’s all I think about. All I dream about. Even last night when we fucked our fists to you. Right, Mas?”
He groans, his arm loosening as he fumbles with the clasps on the baby carrier. I pluck Paco out before he accidentally falls. Massimo’s hands slip away, but his body stays closer, his dick poking me squarely in the back.
“Sofia knows exactly what I want. Has known since the first week.” His voice is thick against my ear. “We’ll treat you so, so right, baby. You won’t have to do a thing. Just lie there and let us take care of you.”
His words seal the deal.
If ever I trusted a man to do this, it’s him. His brother, not as much, but I know Massimo would never let me get hurt. And something in me flips from maybe to yes. I might regret this later, but not now. I’ve been fantasizing about them too, but I won’t admit that yet.
“Okay,” I whisper against Paco’s head, where I leave a lingering kiss before putting him down on the floor.
Massimo doesn’t waste a moment, clasping my hand and leading me back to his room. Leaving his brother grumbling and fumbling with his crutches behind us.
“Mas, you bastard! Wait up!”
We’re back in his bedroom in no time. Even faster on the bed, where he’s stripping me out of his shirt. Faster than that, he’s stripped naked and already settling between my legs, sucking my clit and pushing into my wet pussy.
His fingers push against the slight soreness from last night. It’s been months and months since I was with a man. The last one was that lying, cheating ex-husband. And these two are opposite in every way. Another thing that excites me.
He’s staring up at me. His mouth is coated in me. Two fingers are buried inside while the other hand is plucking at my nipple.
“Em already said it, but I’ve been dreaming about this moment too.”
His tongue flattens against my clit, teasing it into hardness. My hand tangles into his hair, ready to grind into his face when his twin bursts in.
“No fair, I wanted to eat her out this time. You go fuck her face.” It comes across less as a command and more as a plea. “I didn’t get to drink her juices yet, so back off.”
His crutches clatter to the ground. His shorts are being shoved down as fast as he can, but they catch on the cast again. He huffs, grunts, and groans to work them off, but gets more and more frustrated when his brother doesn’t listen and keeps on eating me out.
“Massimo, stop.” I push his brother away. He frowns but doesn’t say anything. “Come to the side of the bed, and I’ll help you.”
I move to my hands and knees, shuffling to the edge of the bed to help push his shorts over the hard plaster. I’m startled when long licks start at my back door and work their way down. I didn’t even get a shower in yet this morning, and he’s already going to town as if it doesn’t matter.
“Ay!”
“You love it.”
I do, and I don’t.
It’s so sensitive and, honestly, vulnerable.
But with my body on display under the heat of two guys’ gazes, there’s nowhere for me to hide.
It’s either complete acceptance from them or complete panic at being seen fully naked in the sunlight.
I don’t have a chance to decide which when Emilio’s dick is coming toward me.
“Open up, my angel. Mas has you from the back, I’ll take you from the front.”
Then he’s holding my chin, pushing the tip against my lips. The shorts’s waistband caught on the plaster is long forgotten. I’m trapped between them. Giving and taking at the same time. Using and being used, and it’s messing with my head.
I should hate this.
Hate the cliché of this.
My ex watched enough porn when he thought I was in the shower, and threesomes were his favorite. I used to roll my eyes and wonder who did such a thing. Now I’m here. It’s me doing such a thing.
“More, Sof. Keep grinding those hips on my face.”
His breath fans against my pussy and clit, pulling against the front of my thighs to draw me back to him. I didn’t even notice, I’m gyrating for more. Need and want him inside me now more than ever.
“She’s fucking perfect, Mas. You see the way she sucks my cock? Fucking champ material.”
I’m not even paying attention to Emilio, more like riding a bike. Too caught in my head. Too worried about the taboo that this is, rather than enjoying it. Screw that. If I’m going to do this, I need to burn it down. Especially since I’m not sure I’ll let myself do it again.
“And this fat ass . . .”
A crack hits my butt, and I jolt away from the smarting pain ringing from it.
The smack is so loud it gets Massimo to pause.
He’s quick to shift away from licking to plant wet kisses across the painful area.
Emilio groans, probably from me running from the pain and forcing more of his cock into my mouth.
He’s thick and long. Veiny and warm. He’s already leaking with precum in my mouth.
He grips my other cheek, gives it a hard shake, and I brace myself for another smack that doesn’t come.
Instead, his hand moves into my hair, cupping my head and setting the pace he wants.
It’s rapid and ragged, the opposite of the sweet and slow sucking of his brother, slathering everything from my clit to my back door.
I close my eyes. Sensations flood every part of my body. Good and amazing. Rough and soft. The combination is making my head swim. Emilio stuffs his cock down my throat with the same recklessness as he did with his tongue. It makes me gag and cough.
“Em, stop! She’s not a fucking blow-up doll.”
Suddenly, everything stops.
My eyes fly open to see Massimo pushing off the bed, shoving Emilio back and out of my mouth.
He wobbles, grasping at the air to keep from falling.
The shorts are trapped between his legs and stuck on the plaster, causing him to fall into his brother.
Massimo pulls his arm back, fist coiled and ready to strike.
I’m off the bed and between them in a flash.
“No, stop it. Don’t you dare touch him.”