“Please. Please.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I need it. More connection, more something. More.
“What do you need?” Damiano asks.
“A—a kiss—please—” I’m wild. Full sentences are impossible.
Damiano looks up at Seth and nods, like he’s telling him to do it. I didn’t—that wasn’t what I was asking for, but?—
Seth bends forward and sets his mouth against mine.
Perfection. He tastes like spicy mint and his lips are firm, yet soft. He slides his tongue over mine. I feel, rather than hear, a low growl as he takes the kiss deeper.
I come apart. My cries of pleasure are muffled by Seth’s kiss.
“Yes, bella, yes.” Damiano lifts me, causing my kiss with Seth to end. I’d be disappointed, but Damiano pushes me onto my back on the bench and soon instead of me fucking him, he’s fucking me. Long, steady, powerful strokes slam into me, carrying me through my release. I tighten my legs around his waist until he groans and stops thrusting. His cock pulses inside as he comes, and he presses kisses against my cheeks, neck, and shoulders.
I don’t think I can move from this bench. I don’t think I’ll ever move again. My legs have turned into jelly.
Damiano pulls out of me with a soft smile on his face. “You were magnificent.”
Magnificent. It sounds so magical coming from his lips.
While Damiano deals with the condom, Seth grabs my robe. He helps me stand just long enough to wrap it around me, then he picks me up and sits down, setting me sideways over his thighs.
Seth Colton, my former brother-in-law, is holding me in his lap.
It should feel wrong…but it doesn’t.
Damiano returns with a bottle of water. He hands me the water and sits next to Seth. “Is there anything you need, Miss M?”
This, always. For the first time in five years I feel completely cared for. I feel treasured. It’s a sensation I thought I lost when Kyle died.
“No, this is perfect.” I snuggle against Seth’s chest. “Thank you.”
The three of us sit together for several minutes while my breath evens out and my heart rate returns to normal. I don’t want it to end, but eventually the guys begin to stir. Our two hours are up.
I gingerly climb out of Seth’s lap. My legs don’t want to hold me—I’m going to be sore tomorrow.
Worth it, though.
But was it worth it for Seth? He didn’t even do anything. The question burns in my mind.
“Why—why didn’t you fuck me?” I frown at Seth. “You only watched.”
“Fucking you is a line even I won’t cross, little Miss M.” He cups my cheek in his warm, firm hand. Then he closes the front of my robe and belts it tight. “Goodnight. Be well.”
Damiano kisses my cheek. “Thank you, bella.”
The two of them leave the room just as silently as they entered, but their absence echoes like drums in my heart.
DAMIANO
Seth and I pass Parker guarding the door to Low Vice. I gesture toward the inside of the club. “Our auctionee is still inside. Please ensure she makes it safely to her car.”
Parker nods. “Will do.”
Unsurprisingly, Seth has said nothing since our interlude with “Miss M.” I wait until we get in my car. I don’t look at him as I ask, “When are you going to tell me what that was about?”
He scoffs and looks out the window as I maneuver the car onto Caro Boulevard.
