Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Aside from those looks he’s been sending me since I met him, overall, his vibe has been a friendly one. Not now, though. Now, he’s looking at me like he’s the big, bad wolf and wants to gobble me up.
The problem is that I want him to.
Even though it was their idea, Matteo and Fiero have never been happy that I’ve been dating both of them. They’ve been wanting me to choose between them, and here I am, lusting after a third brother!
Without being rude, I try to ignore Giovanni as we dance, but it would be easier to ignore a siren. His hand is burning through my shirt as he caresses my lower back, and his hips are grazing mine in a way that’s got me wetter than a monsoon.
I’m afraid I’m on the verge of wrapping my legs around him and climbing him like a tree, when Fiero cuts in, pulling Giovanni away from me with a hand on his shoulder.
It’s not aggressive – Fiero doesn’t make a scene – but the message is clear. That’s enough. Hands off.
Giovanni doesn’t seem at all surprised by his brother’s jealousy, making me rethink my assumption that Giovanni believes we’re just friends. What does Giovanni know, and why is he giving me looks if he knows I’m with at least one of his brothers?
If we weren’t in such a loud environment, I’d try to get to the bottom of things, but Fiero has no intention of letting me return to Giovanni, not even for a conversation. He keeps me busy on the dance floor, and very quickly makes me forget about anyone else but him as he moves his body against mine.
After the music has changed a few times, Matteo shows up, taps my shoulder and indicates that he’d like a turn. Fiero nods and releases me, and I turn into Matteo’s arms. “I’m starting to get tired,” I near-shout next to his ear.
“That’s okay. I’m not much of a dancer.” But he pulls me against him and instantly proves himself wrong with his smooth moves as we sway to the beat.
The club appears to be filled with tourists, and since Fiero didn’t seem concerned about whether or not we behaved like just friends, I wrap my arms around Matteo and savor the nearness of him.
Being so close to all three brothers, one after the other, is a kind of exquisite torture. I want to pull Matteo into the bathroom and have my way with him, but I’m so worked up, I’m not sure that would be enough.
I want more from them – all of them – and any more dancing is going to drive me mad.
“I need something to drink,” I tell Matteo, and I have to stop myself from taking a bite of him as I lean in close enough to be heard.
He nods and leads me back to the table, where Fiero and Giovanni watch us approach. There’s tension in the air now – agitation between the brothers, and enough sexual tension between me and each of them that I can nearly taste it.
I want to taste them.
“I’ll get you a water,” Matteo says.
“Actually, would you mind if we leave?”
He nods and has a conversation in Italian with his brothers. I don’t actually want to leave. I want another round with each of them on the dance floor, but no good can come of that. Going dancing with them – all three of them – was a bad idea.
Back at the house, with the tension still thick, we all part ways downstairs, wishing each other goodnight, buona notte.
I take a shower, keeping the water cool, hoping it will turn down the temperature on my raging hormones. I also spend extra time soaping up the area between my legs, and with images of the Bestia triplets dancing in my head, I get myself off in record time.
Neither the shower nor the orgasm offer much relief.
Just as I’m about to climb into bed, debating on another round of sex for one, my door opens quietly and Matteo slips in.
“I had to come, Dani.” He looks as worked up as I am.
Before I can react, the door opens again. Fiero.
The two men glare at each other, and I’m momentarily at a loss. As always, I can’t choose. I don’t want to choose. I don’t want to hurt either of them, and, horny as I am, I sure as hell don’t want to turn them both away.
Emboldened by sexual need, I speak up. “You can both stay.”
Surprise crosses each of their faces first, followed by nearly identical frowns. They’re offended by the suggestion, just as I’ve always feared.
They look at each other – I can practically see them imagining how a threesome might play out – and then they both look at me and shake their heads.