She scoffs.“There you go again, heavy-handed.Do you really think you know what’s best for everyone around you?”
“Perhaps not always.But in this instance, yes.”
Amusement dances in her eyes even as she shakes her head in exasperation.“Let’s say Seth is on board with me being his, too.And let’s say I’m also open to that idea.What does that mean for the three of us?”
“It means we’re together.The three of us.You met Leah, Gage, and Dmitri tonight.Seth and I have long wanted a relationship like the one they have.Before we even met them, that’s what Seth and I talked about.”
“So you’re looking for one woman to be in a relationship with both of you.Not just for occasional fun.But as an ongoing, permanent thing.”She trails a finger over my arm in a thoughtful way.I don’t think she realizes she’s turning me on.
I take her hand and pull that tempting finger to my lips so I can kiss it.“Yes.An ongoing, permanent thing.I want Seth and me to both be with you, and exclusive to you—and you exclusive to us.”
“But because of his and my history—I was married to his brother—I don’t think it can happen.Not with me, not with him.Damiano.”Her voice is so soft, it feels like butterfly wings against my ears.“Damiano, I think you picked the wrong girl.”
A flash of outrage grabs my heart in a chokehold.“No.I picked the perfect girl.”
She looks like she wants to argue with me.
I shake my head.“Aftercare is over.Lie face-down on the bench, bella.”
She does as I ask, then looks over her shoulder at me.“Are you going to punish me for saying I’m the wrong girl?”
“No, beautiful Madison.I’m going to show you that you’re the right one.”I survey the curvy length of her body.The slope of her waistline, the sensual dip of her spine, the perfect globes of her ass.Someday soon I will fuck her there, in that too-tight hole, and make her come so hard she screams.
But tonight, she needs something different.Something softer.I said aftercare was over, but after making her come in front of a bunch of strangers, and her current insecurities about Seth, aftercare can’t be over.
Vanilla lovemaking as aftercare—that’s what this will be.
I strip out of my clothes completely and roll on a fresh condom.My dick twitches in my hand, already hard again, excited at the prospect of Madison’s pliant body lying before me.I lower myself until my body blankets hers, skin against skin, my cock nestled against her ass.
She doesn’t need instruction; she parts her thighs just enough for me to slide my cock between her legs.I press the crown against the entrance of her pussy.
“Tell me you want this, bella.”I tease her, rubbing back and forth as much as I can in this tight position.
“I want it—I want you.”
Needing no further encouragement, I slide into her wet heat.Paradise.I have to close my eyes for a moment, hold still, savor it.
Stroke after stroke, I show her how perfect she is for me—for us—until we come together, trembling and spent.
12
MADISON
Istand before my great-aunt’s desk, unwinding the red ribbon from her love letters.There are only two letters left for me to read.
Last night, I asked Damiano to bring me home after Low Vice.I think he was disappointed I didn’t want to go home with him, but everything he said to me about having a relationship with both him and Seth was swirling in my head.I needed distance, time to think.
Of course, he exhausted me so thoroughly with orgasms, I couldn’t think much at all once I got home—I fell straight to sleep as soon as I landed in my bed.
But this morning, all I have is this great, empty house and a head full of conflicting feelings.
Today is Kyle’s birthday.He’s been gone five years, and for the first time, I feel guilty.I feel guilty because I’m not sad enough that he’s gone.
The thing is, I’m very sad.I miss him.And I still think it isn’t fucking fair that he was taken out of this world so soon.
But I also have feelings for Damiano…and Seth, Kyle’s brother.Isn’t that wrong?It doesn’tfeelwrong.But my brain is telling me that it looks bad, that people would frown, that it’s inappropriate.If I still talked to them, my parents would wonder—out loud—whether Seth and I always had something going on, even when Kyle was alive.They’d think I must have been cheating on Kyle with his brother.
Fortunately, I don’t talk to my parents anymore.Or anyone else from that time of my life, really.
