My cock stirred as my thumb grazed over her hard nipple.She whimpered and kissed me deeper.Then her hand slipped down my stomach to my cock.Feeling her touch on me again made me grow instantly hard.My body wanted this.Wanted Giselle.
Carlo had given his consent to let us do anything we wanted.It would be really fucking amazing to be balls deep inside of Giselle again.
“Let's go to your room,” she whispered against my mouth.“Please?”Her lips were back on mine.Her body pressing further into me.
I kissed her for a few more minutes before I tore my lips away.
I couldn't do this.
It felt—wrong.
Well, yeah, it felt fucking fantastic.But it also felt wrong.
Mainly because I wished it was Francesca kissing me back instead of Giselle.
“Let me make you feel better, honey.”Giselle's hand rubbed my cock.If she kept at it, I might come directly in my pants.I covered her hand with mine and moved it to my chest.“Not right now.But thank you for the offer.”
Someone cleared their throat, making us turn to see who was there.
My brother.
“Give us a minute,” he said, his eyes on Giselle.
She sighed and gave me a quick kiss.“Let me know if you change your mind.I'm all worked up now.”She smiled and touched my cheek before standing.
She swayed up to Carlo, and he pulled her in for a kiss of his own.“I can help you with that later.During naptime.”Then he laid a deep kiss on her, tipping her back until she laughed.I thought about looking away.
When I first got here, I absolutely looked away every time they kissed.Or touched.
But something had changed.I wasn't sure what it was—but now, whenever my brother walked into the room, I no longer felt like punching him in the face.He even made me laugh the other day.Despite myself.
Carlo and I were brothers.We'd grown up together in the same household.We fought.Many times.
But this last fight—over Giselle—had been a whole different beast.It brought out a hate for my brother that I hadn't known existed inside of me.
And then—Carlo won.
It wasn't like we were in the ring and Carlo had one day defeated me.
No.
It was like he rose up from underneath us and swallowed Giselle whole.Before I even knew it.
He'd arranged everything perfectly.
I could see that now.Of course, back then, I couldn't see a damn thing.I took my brother at his word.I'd assumed Carlo would play fair.And he hadn't.
He'd done whatever he had to.
And I didn't.
So, yeah.
Carlo had won.
And that fucking stung.
The thing that kept ringing in my ears was Francesca.And how she'd said, “Are you sure what he stole from you was really yours in the first place?”
