I love them both and need them both.
And after two kisses that almost stops my heart, I need more than love.
I need them both to touch me in places I’ve never been touched before.
Maybe the world would think this is shameful of me.
All I can feel is a pulsating hot need to have both of them claim me.
Tullio lowers his gun as I back up so I can face them both.
“Take me,” I whisper. “Both of you. At once. It is only fair. And after…I will split my time as my heart has been split—between the two of you—or I leave tonight and do not return.”
There is a tense moment where I do not know what will happen next, but as I start to walk, Tullio grabs me by the back of the dress and turns me around. He kisses me again. Harder. More passionate. I am breathless when Giordano takes his turn to kiss me.
My heart is beating wildly, and I am drowning in want.
I want them both to see me vulnerable and quivering with need.
We make it to an empty suite, neutral ground, and I am in one man’s arms and then another. They do not touch each other, or even look at each other.
Their eyes are only on me.
And by the end of the night, I am claimed by both men, in the same way, but from different sides of my heart.
Neither man falls asleep with me, and when the morning comes, I’m by myself facing the dawn, not an ounce of shame in what I allowed them to do to me.
Sometime later, they both enter the suite. They had come to a decision—to the point.
The night we had before would never happen again. And from that point forward, I would spend time with each man separately, just like we’d done while we were dating, in the place in America they were taking me to. Las Vegas. I’d marry Tullio first, when the time came, and start a family with him. Giordano after. Since this was the order in which we had met.
Both men look at me expectantly, as if the night had been a lie and the morning had shined light on the truth. But I had never been happier, or more fulfilled, and even though it would not be traditional, I knew I had found my happily ever after.
CHAPTER25
Mrs. Big
“Okayyyy,”Rocky breathed after Kitty had grown quiet.
“Wow,” Georgia said a little louder. “What a story, Ms. Kitty.”
Lidia lifted two fingers at me, as if to say,really, two?
I had no clue what to say. I was happy for Kitty if she was happy, but for me…I loved being in love with just…Tullio. Maybe I was more traditional than I thought, but loving more than Tullio just didn’t sit right in my heart. And besides, two men seemed like an awful lot of work, especially when they had such different personalities. That was a lot of upkeep. And if my Tullio and Gio, his cousin, were anything like their grandfathers, that meant…Kitty was probably two different women with them. Like a hybrid of me and Rocky, but with all the glitz and glam she loved.
It seemed like the story had drained Kitty. She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun, like she was absorbing it for fuel. The day was waning and what goes up must come down—us. For a reason not immediately obvious to me, I was ready to go. I was ready to run to Big and have him wrap me in his arms and hold me tight. I wanted him to tell me that life was reckless enough on its own, but for us, he’d take more precautions since it was the two of us.
Not having Big in my life…even the thought made me lose my breath.
“You stay with Ms. Kitty,” Georgia said to me, getting to her feet. “We’ll deal with the trash and then we’ll go.”
“I’ll go talk to one of the men in the security car after you get back,” I said. “Lidia can’t drive.”
Lidia held up two fingers at me and grinned.
“Come on.” Rocky helped Lidia to her feet. “Or maybe we’ll just help you to the car. Too many voids around here for drunken steps.”
“Amen.” Georgia took Lidia’s other side.
