My heart is a wild hummingbird in my chest as Cole unlocks the door to our adjoining rooms. None of this feels real. The fact that Luca is Cupid, the fact that Cole’s in love with me, the unbelievable way he kissed me down in the hotel bar. I’ve never been kissed like that before. Never.
And yet…all of it feels right. All of it.
The door clicks shut behind us, and then the three of us are completely alone together. You know, just me, my best friend, and the ancient Roman god of love and sex. Super normal, right? It’s ludicrous.
It’s kinda perfect, too. Because there’s something about Luca that feels like a…like a missing puzzle piece. I don’t know how else to describe it.
Luca surveys the small but nicely appointed room and moves to the leather armchair by the window, the golden light from the street lamp pooling around him like a halo.
“Sit,” he says, his voice a gentle but firm command as he nods toward the bed.
Cole obeys immediately, pulling me down beside him. The mattress dips under our weight, and I can feel the heat of his thigh pressed against mine. My pulse is a drumbeat in my ears.
Luca watches us, his gaze warm. Then he smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “You love each other,” he says simply. “You’ve spent years dancing around this. Hesitating. Doubting. Tonight, I’m going to show you what it means to want without shame. To take without fear.” His eyes bounce back and forth between us, dark with heat. “I’m going to guide you through what you already desire.”
Cole exhales shakily beside me. His hand finds mine again, squeezing tight.
I lick my lips. “Will you—?” My unspoken question hovers in the air. Will you be joining us? I can’t bring myself to ask it because I’m scared of what I want.
Luca’s expression shifts, just for a second. A flicker of something like regret passes over his handsome face. “My role is to guide,” he says after a moment. “Not participate.”
The words hang between us, the implication loud and impossible to ignore. Cole’s grip on my hand tightens, and when I glance at him, his cheeks are flushed, his pupils blown wide. I can see the disappointment there. I probably have a similar expression on my face.
Luca leans back in the chair, the picture of calm control. But there’s a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his jaw that wasn’t there a moment ago. But he blinks, seemingly shaking it off, and then he speaks, his voice a little rough around the edges, losing some of its earlier smoothness.
“Touch her, Cole. Slow. Learn the shape of her.”
Cole’s hands are trembling when they land on my waist. His palms are warm through the thin fabric of my clothes, and I can feel the heat of him even before he pulls me closer. I lean in, and then, without waiting for Luca’s command, Cole kisses me.It’s softer than the kiss downstairs, hesitant at first, like he’s still testing the weight of this. Of us. But then his mouth slants over mine, and the hesitation melts into something hungrier. His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp into the kiss.
Luca makes a low, approving sound. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Kiss her like she’s yours. Like you’re claiming her.”
Cole groans against my lips, and the kiss deepens. One hand leaves my waist to cup the back of my neck, tilting my head just right, and I whimper into his mouth. The sound seems to undo him, because his fingers flex against my skin, and the kiss turns desperate, like he’s been starving for this. A thrill unlike anything I’ve ever felt courses through me.
“Anabel,” Luca says as Cole kisses the absolute daylights out of me. “Touch him. Show him how much you want him with your hands.”
I start to undo the buttons of Cole’s shirt, fumbling only a little as I go. His skin is warm beneath my palms, smooth and firm, and I trace the lines of his hard chest like I’ve dreamed of doing for so long. He moans softly when I brush over his nipple, and I do it again because I want more of that incredible sound he makes.
Luca watches us, and it’s like his gaze is the sun, hot on my skin. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Look at you. Look at how perfect you are together.” He pauses, just for a moment. “Cole, tell her what you feel when she touches you.”
Cole breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips, “Like I’m on fire. Like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”
“Good. Undress her. Slowly. Make her feel worshipped.”
Cole’s hands are shaking as he pulls my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside. His fingers brush my spine as he flicks open the clasp of my bra, and I shiver, goosebumps eruptingacross my skin. Cole doesn’t rush. He traces the line of my collarbone with his lips, slow and savoring. His breath is deliciously warm against my skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Cole says in a rough voice that sounds like something out of my sweetest fantasies.
The words vibrate through me, settling somewhere deep. Cole has complimented me countless times over the years of our friendship. But this…it’s different. It’s more than just a compliment.
“She is,” Luca agrees. “You both are.”
I glance over at him. His palm is moving slowly over the massive bulge in his pants as he devours us with his gaze. My pulse jumps and my clit throbs when I notice Cole watching, his lips parted, his chest rising faster and faster.
“Undress her all the way,” says Luca, still stroking himself slowly.
Cole’s hands slide down my arms, taking the straps of my bra with them. My breasts bounce free, and both men groan.
God, I’ve never felt so powerful in my life.
