Chapter 2
Francesca
“Your mommy will be home soon, don't cry little guy,” I said to the not so little baby in my arms. Giselle's twins were the opposite of little.
Marcello was sitting contentedly on the floor, playing with some baby toys.
But his brother was fussing in my arms. And he had been for a while now.
I'd tried feeding him, changing him, walking around with him.
Nothing worked.
“Here,” Nick said, offering to take the baby from me. He’d just finished feeding Angelo, one of his twins, and set him down in a portable crib.
As soon as I handed Nicco over to him, my arms sang out a sigh of relief.
“He gets all whiny without his brother. Watch this.” Nick set Nicco right beside Marcello—and the little turkey smiled. He patted his brother's leg and laughed.
“See?” Nick smiled at the babies, and then he looked at me.
“Thanks. I'm not that great with kids. I haven't spent much time around them.”
Nick's head tilted, and he frowned. “Were you not the only one who could calm Daniella down last night? She was a little terror all day while you were gone.”
Stefan piped in. “Thanks, Nick. That's a great thing to guilt my wife with. I love that kid, but it's not Francesca's job to stay with her twenty-four-seven.” He was feeding a sleeping Ariana in his arms—Nick and Eve’s other twin. She was out cold, and the bottle was almost empty.
Nick turned to Stefan. “I didn't once say that. All I said was that Giselle's clearly bonded with Daniella. Therefore, she is indeed good with kids.”
At that point, I decided to cut in and defuse any tension. “How much longer until they're back?” I asked, obviously referencing Giselle, Carlo, and Eve. They'd been in touch all night long.
As soon as I'd hurried into our bedroom, I'd found Stefan on the bed waiting for me.
He'd been in the shower and hadn't heard Giselle screaming.
He was shocked and immediately jumped out of bed.
I asked him to call the doctor, and I talked with her while I got dressed—telling her everything I knew so far.
Then I rushed downstairs so Giselle could talk to the doctor, too.
It was then that Giselle told her all about her last delivery with the twins. What had started out as a home birth—had ended up in near-tragedy.
Giselle actually had to stop talking and let Carlo take over. But even he had difficulty finishing. I was shocked. Visions of that very scary moment ran through my mind. Carlo had saved her life.
Talk about traumatic deliveries. Giselle had suffered through so many complications. It really was a miracle that she was still here.
Her anxiety about everything made a whole lot more sense now. Those twins weren't very old. And now she was getting ready to deliver all over again. If I were her, I would probably still have trauma about that delivery, too.
Poor Giselle.
No wonder she was so scared.
And she probably had no idea that her fiancé and her best friend were doing the nasty behind her back. I couldn't imagine what this would do to her once she found out.
By the end of the conversation with the doctor, it was decided that Giselle should come into the hospital for a more thorough check.
Just to be on the safe side. So, off the three of them went into the night, leaving me, Stefan, and Nick to care for the kids.
Eve had offered to stay home and help out with the kids, but Giselle desperately wanted her friend by her side.
Gosh.
If she only knew.
“Ah, I can check my phone,” Nick said, pulling it out of his pocket. He tapped the screen and scrolled. “I'd guess five or ten minutes?”
The doctor had discharged Giselle a little while ago. They’d given her fluids, performed all the tests that needed to be done, and everything checked out fine. Which had been a big load off everyone's minds.
Dani caught our attention as she started dancing around for Theo. She sang his favorite song about a family of fish. He always tried to copy her actions, and it was so, so, so cute. He was laughing hysterically and clapping his hands.
A few minutes later, a very exhausted Giselle walked into the kitchen. Our eyes met, and she headed straight for me. “Thank you.” Her arms circled around my body.
I hugged her back. “I didn't do anything.”
She let out a small laugh and hugged me tighter. “You did everything. I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't been here.” She let me go. “I lost my mind. I swear I couldn't feel him move anymore. And it scared me so much.”
I nodded and touched her arm. “I'm glad everything turned out okay. Are you hungry?”
Dani spotted her mother and stopped dancing and singing.
“Mommy!” She hightailed it up to Giselle for a touching reunion.
“I woked up, and it was Auntie Frankie in bed with me. Not you!” she exclaimed excitedly.
After Giselle, Carlo, and Eve left for the hospital, I lay down with Dani.
She'd fallen asleep with Giselle, but hadn't woken up when her mother got out of bed.
I didn't want to move her and risk waking her up.
Then she'd realize her parents weren't here.
“Why did you have a doctor bisit so late at night?”
Giselle kissed her daughter and said in a completely calm voice, “The doctor's very busy. It was the only time she could see us.”
Yes, it was a lie.
But telling the truth would only worry the little girl. This was definitely the best explanation.
“Were you good for Auntie Francesca?” Carlo asked. He and Eve had walked in without me noticing.
Dani ran up to her father and jumped into his arms. “Auntie Frankie said I was the bestest big helper—” she took in a deep breath, “ever!”
Carlo tickled her and she giggled.
“Auntie Frankie?” Giselle looked at me, but Dani spoke next.
“Auntie Frankie said that Fran-schmes-ka is a goofy, hard name to say. So, she said I can call her Auntie Frankie, or Auntie Franny if I wants to. But not Chesca.” She shook her head solemnly. “Because only Uncle Stefan calls her that.”
Giselle smiled widely at me while Dani continued. “I haben't maded up my mind which one to call her yet, though.”
Eve giggled and walked up to Dani. “Thank you for being such a big helper and looking after the babies.” She touched the top of Dani’s head before she turned and wandered up to her husband. Nick opened his arms, and she melted right against him.
Ugh.
Poor Nick.
He seemed like a nice enough guy. This was really going to suck for him, too, when he found out his best friend was banging his wife.
Hmm.
Maybe Nick and Giselle could get together after the dust settled. They were already close—from what I'd seen, anyway. Hmm. That would be one way to make lemonade with all the lemons Eve and Carlo would drop on them.
“Did you eat?” Nick asked before he kissed Eve's cheating lips.
“No, we wanted to get home as soon as possible. I'll make something now. What do you want?” she asked, right before letting out a big yawn.
Nick chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I'll make something. Go shower and change. You smell like the hospital.”
Well, I guess that was better than smelling like sex with Carlo.
Giselle spoke up, “You and Carlo go ahead. I want to eat before I make the trek upstairs.”
Dani crossed her arms and pouted. “No, I want you to stay with me,” she told her father.
“Dani, we were going to go out and see the horses, remember? Come with me. We'll get some carrots, and you can feed them,” her uncle Stefan suggested, saving the day.
Dani's eyes and mouth went wide—and suddenly all was forgiven. “Can I go see the horsies?” she asked her father.
He laughed and kissed her one more time before setting her down. “Mind your manners. And listen carefully.”
She laughed and yelled, “Okay!” as she ran over to her uncle.
“We'll handle everything down here. Go.” Nick gave his wife one more kiss before he walked over to Giselle. He wrapped his arms around her, and they hugged. “You had us worried,” Nick whispered.
Giselle sighed as they rocked side to side. “I'm sorry.”
I left them and wandered into the kitchen to start cooking. The kids were all fed, so they should be okay for a while. I hoped.
After I yanked everything out of the fridge, I started making a fruit salad. It didn't take me long. Then I remembered I'd bought a spice that I wanted to try in the scrambled eggs.
Nick and Giselle seemed to have everything under control, so I hurried upstairs to find the spice. There wasn’t time to unpack all the bags last night. But I was sure it wouldn't take me long to find the small spice bottle.
I turned left at the top of the stairs and made my way into the bedroom.
Once I was in the closet, I started rummaging through each of the bags, but I still couldn't find what I was looking for.
Then I remembered that the spice table had been right beside where I'd picked up the onesie I bought for Giselle. It was just a tiny jar. It might have gotten missed in that bag. I stood and headed down to Giselle and Carlo’s room.
I listened at the door but didn't hear any noise.
So—I knocked gently. There was no answer. So, I knocked again.
Still no answer.
I slowly opened the door and peeked my head around.
“Carlo? Are you in here?” The unmade bed was empty, and I heard the water on in the bathroom.
He must be in the shower. It wouldn't take me long to find the bag and grab the spice bottle.
He wouldn't even know I'd been in here. I shut the door behind me and walked in.
Halfway into the room, I heard a giggle.
And I stopped in my tracks.
“Wider, Eve. For fuck's sake. I said wider,” Carlo's deep, bossy voice boomed from the bathroom.
“Okay, okay.” Eve laughed again.
“That's it,” Carlo said sharply. I heard footsteps, but it didn't register until it was too late.
Well, almost too late.
Luckily, the closet door was open. And I was right beside that closet door. Thank goodness I had the sense to slip inside so nobody could see me.
A naked Carlo came out of the bathroom—with a naked Eve over his shoulder.
Holy.
Crap.
She laughed as he tossed her onto the bed. “You're not going to be giggling in a minute, Eve. I'm going to fuck you so hard the only thing that mouth is going to do is scream my name.”
Eve smiled and spread her legs for him.
Carlo—and his massive, massive cock, crawled between her legs. One second later, Eve moaned loudly, “Carlo, yes! Oh, yes.”
And then he went about doing exactly what he'd threatened to do.
And he fucked Eve.
Hard.
I was new to all of this sex business.
And Stefan had fucked me hard before.
At least, what I thought was hard.
What Carlo was doing to Eve, though?
That was something completely different.
“Open your fucking legs, Eve. Why aren't you doing what I ask?” Carlo yelled at her. From my point of view, anyway, it looked like Eve's legs were plenty wide.
But maybe with Carlo's massive cock, he needed her to open them even wider? I wasn't sure how all of that worked.
Stefan was big. He wasn't massive like Carlo. But he was big. And he'd definitely asked me to open my legs wider before.
I just wasn't sure how much wider Eve's legs could get before she completely split in half. Which might actually happen with the way Carlo was fucking her. The one thing I knew for certain was Stefan was probably going to need to buy a new bed after Carlo and Eve were done with it.
And then—what always seemed to happen when I watched Carlo and Eve have sex—I started getting turned on.
The way Carlo's body moved over Eve's with such unrestrained passion made me shiver. Neither of them had any idea I was in here. No one did.
So, I figured I'd take advantage of that fact. My hands found my breasts, and I started touching them, pretending I was the one who was underneath Carlo's big body, with his huge, massive cock inside of me.
Oh, yes.
I bet Carlo's cock felt incredible.
“Open your legs!” he roared and somehow began fucking her even faster.
Eve whimpered out a desperate, “I'm sorry. I'll try harder. I want to please you, Carlo. I want to do what you tell me to do.”
Yeah.
That bed frame was going to break in half any second. Unless Eve broke in half first.
“That's right. You do what the fuck I say,” Carlo barked at Eve.
I was actually beginning to feel sorry for Eve until she moaned, “Oh, my gosh. Yes, right there.”
One of my hands quickly slid down and inside my pants. I found that spot—the spot I imagined Carlo touching for me. And it felt so, so, so good.
From their noises, I could tell that both Carlo and Eve were ready to come.
And I wanted to join them.
I'd never orgasmed while I was standing. But I thought there was probably a big possibility that my legs might completely give out.
I leaned against the wall in here and sat on one of the suitcases—all the while continuing to touch myself.
I was so freaking ready.
And wet.
I bet I was wet enough to take all of Carlo.
Impossibly—Carlo increased his pace. I feared he may really fuck Eve right into that mattress, and we'd never find her again.
And then Eve's back arched as she screamed, “Carlo! Oh, yes, Carlo!”
Carlo drove inside of her three more times until he stilled. “Fuck,” he wheezed out. “Fuck, me.”
That was the exact second my orgasm overtook me. The thought of Carlo driving inside of me, emptying himself, filling me up with his come—
Oh, my gosh.
It was too much. I came hard while I kept my eyes on the naked people on the bed. I rubbed myself until every last spasm stopped.
Carlo and Eve whispered to each other and kissed. “I love you.” Eve's arms and legs wrapped around Carlo's big body.
“I fuckin' love you, too. Fuck, you were good.” He kissed her deeply, his hand wandering up to cup her breast.
“Did I open wide enough for you?” she asked in a sassy, sexy voice.
And then they both laughed.
Huh.
What was that about?
Carlo kissed her again and then started kissing down her neck to her breasts. He played with her there, kissing, licking, nipping. Until Eve's hips started grinding against Carlo's. Now I understood why some people watched porn. This was hot.
“Gonna fuck you in the shower next. And then you can suck me off after.”
Eve practically purred, “Mm, that sounds fun.”
Indeed.
That sounded like a lot of fun.