Chapter 4
Francesca
Needless to say, Dani's mommy was very grateful for her sandwich. One glance at it easily told her that Dani had made it all by herself.
Giselle was so touched that she instantly burst into tears.
Poor Giselle.
Somehow, she was able to eat something before Dani snuggled into her—and they fell fast asleep. Eve had already put the twins to bed.
Stefan and Nick were putting the other kids down for a nap.
So, I changed. And then Eve and I went downstairs to start lunch. All I had for breakfast were a couple of cookies and a handful of grapes. And a piece of ham while Dani was making the sandwich.
When we stepped into the kitchen, though—Carlo was there. He looked up from what he was doing at the counter. His eyes locked on Eve.
And hers locked on his.
Whoa.
The awkward tension in here was palpable.
“You and I need to have a chat,” he said to Eve. Then he jerked his head. “Let's go. We can chat in Stefan’s office.”
Eve's back straightened, and she crossed her arms. “Now is not the time for that.”
He moved away from the counter and walked up to her. “Now's the perfect fucking time for—” he bent over, “that.”
I decided it was time to excuse myself. “I'm going to shower. We can meet back here in a half hour or so to make lunch?”
Eve looked at me and nodded. “Yeah, I'll make sure our chat,” she briefly glared over at Carlo, “is done by then.” He grabbed her hand and started walking them out of the kitchen, in the direction of Stefan's office.
Yikes.
I opened the fridge and grabbed an apple. I took a quick bite. “Yum,” I said as the juicy apple exploded in my mouth. Cool, crisp, and clean.
I wasn’t quite ready to go upstairs. The wall of windows was calling to me, so I walked over and stared outside for a while. Then I decided I really needed a shower.
Because I did.
And if I didn't shower now—I might not get another chance to take one until tonight.
So, I wandered through the dining room and up the stairs. Except when I got halfway up—I got a weird feeling in my stomach. Eve had been really mad at Carlo.
I didn't know Carlo very well. Like, hardly at all.
Zero.
Yes, he was Stefan's brother. And Stefan seemed to like him. Obviously, Dani liked him. He was her father, though. And she was a super sweet little girl. Not a reliable judge of character.
What if Carlo was someone who got mad?
Like, mad, mad?
Stefan and Nick were upstairs with the kids.
And I'd just told them I was going up for a shower.
Which meant Carlo would know that nobody would be around. Was I leaving Eve in a vulnerable situation?
I mean, yes, she currently lived with the man. With three other people and a houseful of kids, too. But she still knew him. Really knew him.
Even so.
Something in my stomach wouldn't let this go. My shower could wait until I checked on Eve and made sure she was okay.
I hustled down the stairs and made my way through the dining room and kitchen. I took the long hallway more slowly, waiting to hear loud voices.
Nothing.
I continued sneaking closer to Stefan's office.
My ears perked up. I definitely heard some kind of noise.
I tiptoed closer to the windows around the open door. And stopped.
My hands immediately covered my chest as I silently gasped.
“Oh, yeah,” Carlo said, thrusting inside Eve. She was on Stefan's desk, leaning back on her hands—
Blouse open.
Breasts out for Carlo to enjoy. And trust me, he was enjoying them. A lot.
While—
He fucked her.
His pants were down, exposing his very well-defined behind. His muscles flexed as he drove into Eve.
“You're too big, Carlo,” Eve whimpered. But it wasn't a serious whimper.
No.
It was an “I'm enjoying your cock immensely,” kind of whimper.
Not a complaint.
Just a statement.
I gasped.
My jaw hit the floor.
Carlo had pulled out of Eve, displaying his—big cock.
No.
Big was not the word for that thing.
Now, granted—I didn't have a lot of experience. But Carlo's cock wasn't just big. It was huge.
Enormous.
Gigantic.
What the heck? How did Eve take all of that in?
“Open your legs wider.” He tapped the head of his cock between her legs.
Eve moaned, letting her head fall back. And she opened her legs further for Carlo.
He didn't waste any time pushing back inside.
“Carlo,” she moaned as he shoved himself inside her. “Oh, yes.”
All signs pointed to the fact that Eve was very much enjoying their little—chat. She wasn't in any danger—other than whatever damage Carlo's cock would cause. I squeezed my thighs together.
And realized—
I was turned on.
My nipples were hard.
“Deeper, honey. I want you deeper,” Eve muttered.
Was she completely bananas? She wanted Carlo to go deeper? Sheesh. It looked like he was about to come out of her throat.
“Faster. I need you to go faster,” she made another request.
Gosh.
Eve was either a queen—or completely out of her mind.
Either way—she was definitely having a great time.
Carlo's big arm reached behind her, and he swiped everything off Stefan's desk in one go. Pens, paper, the lamp, and Stefan's laptop all went crashing to the floor.
There were still papers suspended in the air as Carlo pushed Eve fully down on the desk—and granted Eve her request—and fucked her deeper.
And harder.
Eve cried out—but not in pain.
No.
In pure ecstasy.
Not a minute later, she screamed out—and from the tone of it, I knew exactly what was happening. Eve was orgasming.
With her best friend's fiancé.
“Fuck, yes,” Carlo grunted as he slammed himself home one last time. And then he roared out his release.
Without even knowing it—I clenched down deep in my lower belly. And then I felt a trickle of excitement drip out of me.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
What was wrong with me? Was I really getting sexually stimulated by this?
My nipples tingled in answer.
Sheesh. Something was definitely wrong with me.
That didn't mean I could tear my gaze from Eve and Carlo. Because I couldn't.
“That was quite a chat.” Eve giggled softly, but loud enough for me to hear.
Carlo laughed and kissed her. “That was a great fucking chat.” His hips pulled back and thrust inside her. They both laughed and kissed tenderly for a moment.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you.” Eve ran her hands up and down Carlo's broad, muscular back.
“I'm sorry, too.” Carlo kissed Eve deeply. And she kissed him right back.
Poor Giselle.
And poor Nick.
They were upstairs right now—oblivious to how the people closest to them were currently being unfaithful one floor below.
“And I'll work on Giselle. She's a bundle of hormones right now.”
Carlo's back tensed up. “She was so fucking mad. The way she looked at me—” he shook his head. “It fuckin' killed.” His voice held such remorse about their earlier fight. But—not—at the fact he'd just come inside his best friend's wife.
Very interesting logic there.
“She loves you. She'll understand. Let me talk to her when she wakes up.”
He nodded and kissed her lightly. “I love you, Eve. What would I do without you?”
She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Probably be a lot more frustrated? Speaking of that—are you done with me?” Her hips bucked up into his.
He chuckled at that and kissed her again. “No, I'm not fucking done with you.” And then—he started fucking her.
Again.
I slunk around the corner and leaned my back against the wall.
Part of—
A large part of me—
Urged me to go back and keep watching them.
Wow.
There really was something wrong with me.
Their moaning floated into the hallway—and I clenched, feeling myself drip again into my panties. Just imagining what those two were doing on Stefan's desk was driving me crazy.
Good grief.
I really needed to get out of here.