Chapter 5
Francesca
The images of Carlo and Eve having sex on Stefan's desk were—burned—into my mind. And I didn't know what to do.
Should I tell Giselle? She was so close to her due date, though. This news might send her right over the edge, putting her health—and the baby's—at risk. And if that happened, it would be my fault. Well, partially my fault anyway.
It wasn't like I forced them to cheat on their partners.
But—if something did happen, I would feel responsible.
Carlo and Eve seemed pretty comfortable with each other. This likely wasn't their first encounter.
If I told Stefan, he'd probably go ballistic on his brother. And since all these people needed to get along for the foreseeable future—I'd just have to keep my mouth shut. At least until after Giselle had the baby.
Until then, she was too helpless. We just witnessed earlier what her state of mental health was right now. Even Dani said that Giselle cries at the drop of a hat. Hearing that her fiancé was having sex with her best friend wouldn't help.
Yeah.
I'd have to keep my mouth shut.
Tight. I wandered up the stairs in a daze.
I really couldn't believe what I witnessed.
Before this happened, I knew that people sucked.
I'd learned that my entire life. No one ever followed through on what they said they were going to do.
No one wanted to help you with anything.
Everyone had an ulterior motive. Life had hardened me to these realities.
Maybe it was spending time with Stefan that brought my naturally made guardrails down.
Against my better judgment, I'd let him in.
And having his friends help so much with our wedding, and with keeping me safe, I'd started trusting them, too.
I shook my head at myself. Because I knew better.
People.
Sucked.
Everything was quiet down the hall to the right, where everyone was staying. That was good. Hopefully Eve and Carlo would be done screwing each other's brains out before anyone accidentally found them in Stefan's office.
Like I had.
A definite ache settled between my thighs.
Carlo was—huge.
I wondered what having—all that—inside of me would feel like? Stefan was more than enough for me to handle. And I'd never ask for more.
But—
I was still curious.
That ache grew.
Sheesh.
I was turning into some kind of sex freak, and I'd only barely just lost my virginity.
Once I got into our room, I headed straight for the bathroom. Hopefully, a nice hot shower would erase what I just witnessed downstairs in Stefan’s office.
I took off my clothes and dropped them on the floor. Then I turned on the water in the shower. It instantly steamed up around me. I had just started washing my hair when I heard, “Ah, I found you.”
I jumped and covered my breasts. “You scared me!” I squealed, waiting for my heart to start beating again.
A very naked Stefan stepped into the shower with me. “Here, let me do it.” Then he commenced washing my hair like no one else could. His strong fingers felt wonderful on my scalp as he massaged it for me. He turned me around and rinsed my hair. “Another shampoo? Or just conditioner?”
Gosh.
This man was so kind. “Just conditioner.”
He squirted some into his hand and rubbed it into my hair.
After that, he started soaping up what he called “the good parts.” First, he washed my breasts. He took a very long time doing that. Having his slippery fingers touch me all over wasn't a bad thing, though. So, I wasn't going to complain.
After he finished washing me all over, he rinsed me off. Then he took a few minutes to do the same for himself. I watched his beautiful, strong—wet body move under the steady streams of water.
Wet Stefan was—hot.
Really hot.
“Come here, wife,” he said, motioning with his hand.
“Why? What are you going to do?”
He gave me a smexy smile. “Bad things,” he said. “Or, good things. Depends on how you think about it, I guess.” He grasped my wrist and pulled me into him. His mouth crushed down onto mine in a passionate kiss.
I moaned as he took the kiss deeper. His hand slid down my back to my hip. Then down—between my legs. I opened for him. His fingers found their way between my legs, and right to the very heat of me.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips. “You really like getting your hair washed.” His mouth closed over mine as his fingers fucked me at the same time.
Yes, his washing had contributed to my excitement. But my wetness was mostly from watching Carlo fuck Eve on his desk.
Oh, my gosh.
Why was that so arousing to watch? I closed my eyes and imagined it was me Carlo had on the desk instead of Eve. Stefan's hand touched my breast—but in my fantasy, it was Carlo's hand.
Yes.
He was touching my breast. Playing with my nipple.
I was turned around, facing the side of the shower. I put my hands on the cool tile and spread my legs for—
Carlo.
Carlo and his huge cock.
I shut my eyes again, pretending Carlo was lining himself up against my opening, ready to shove himself in.
And then—
“Oh,” I said, Carlo's cock spreading me as he thrust himself inside me. And then—
He fucked me.
Hard.
Really hard.
Just like he fucked Eve.
“Oh, yes.” I sighed, loving how his big cock filled me. And how his hands grabbed my breasts.
He kissed that wonderful spot between my neck and shoulder.
Before I was really ready—that familiar tingling began between my legs.
Oh, my gosh. It was going to happen.
Already.
“I'm coming,” I whispered, letting Carlo know what he probably already felt. My walls tightened impossibly—and—he pushed me flush against the side of the shower, my naked breasts moving up and down on the rough tile. It felt amazing.
Carlo's body was up tight against my back, not giving me even an inch of space to move. And then he came, too. Shooting his come inside of me as he grunted out his release.
He held me like that for at least a minute. His big, hard cock still throbbing between my legs.
“I think I'll have to wash your hair every day.” Stefan's voice brought me out of my Carlo fantasy.
Oh, crap.
Yeah.
I had issues.