Page 33 of Stroke of Luck

Giorgi snags my arm, pulling me against him, humor brightening his eyes. “I don’t know if we can let you out of the house if this is what it’s going to be like.”

“Oh come on, I thought you liked an audience,” I challenge, nipping at his jaw. “You were the one who fucked me in the dressing room, remember?”

“Right, that was all me. You weren’t at all turned on by it,” he teases. “The rush of knowing we might get caught… It’s addicting, isn’t it?”

Everything becomes clear to me as I connect the real reason he wants to know if we have this space to ourselves. “You want the others to watch us fuck around up here, don’t you? Here I thought you were the good boy out of the rascals.”

“Nah, stellina, I’m just more subtle about it until I know my partner can handle it. Now toss back that girly drink and let’s dance!” Giorgi yells as the waitress comes back, passing out our drinks.

I don’t think my drink is all that girly, but nonetheless, I chug it down and slam it on the table. “Ready!”

Othello’s hand snaps out, blocking Giorgi from leaving as he steps up to his little brother. Leaning in close, he says something in his ear that puts a determined look on Giorgi’s face as he gives a sharp nod. Othello finishes with whatever he has to say, leaning over and kissing me on the forehead. “Remember, good girls get rewarded.”

Paolo meets us at the stairs, excitement pouring off of him as he grabs my hand and leads me back into the chaos. Giorgi snatches up my other hand so he doesn’t get lost as Paolo heads right for the heart of the party. When we find our spot, Paolo whirls me around so I’m pressed up against him, and his hands land low on my hips. Giorgi steps up to box me in, and I wrap my hands around his neck as we flow with the music around us. Giorgi leans down and gives me slow, teasing kisses while Paolo nips along my neck, making my eyes roll back at how sensual this whole situation is. I can feel how hard both of them are as they rub up against me, making my body wish I could just take them right here and now… but that’s not something a good girl would do.

Though let’s be honest—I’m not sure that I’m a very good girl.

I let one hand fall from Giorgi’s neck and wedge it between us, starting to rub his cock over his pants. He lets out a groan and tightens his grip in my hair, pulling me back enough so he can look me in the eye.

“You are playing with fire, stellina,” he warns. Like I don’t already know that.

Seeing that his words aren’t having the desired effect, he motions with his head towards the balcony. Following his suggestion, I peer up, finding Othello’s lust-filled gaze tinged with disapproval.

“Oh is daddy gonna be mad if I jack you off on the dance floor?” I ask, leaning in to whisper in Giorgi’s ear.

This causes him to toss his head back and laugh, making him all the more attractive. “Please call him that when you guys fuck and tell me how it goes. But to answer your question, yes, you would very much be in trouble for doing that to me here where everyone can see us. Letting people see you like this is already pushing him to the limit.”

“Guess we should make it a good show then, hmm?” I purr, letting the music take me away.

I can’t say how many songs pass before I’m pulled away by Enzo so that he can show me he hasn’t forgotten a thing I taught him. It’s as if we’ve never been apart. My body moves with his effortlessly, the only difference is that I’m now allowed to grope his ass. He smirks down at me, as if he knows what I plan to do, as I tuck my hands into his back pockets. Soon Paolo’s behind him, making Enzo the center of our sandwich and kicking the steam level up a notch.

Never had I thought being the third in a relationship would be as amazing as this is turning out to be. It’s so plain to see they love each other, and if I’m being honest, I know that Enzo has always loved me, even if he left. After seeing a true glimpse of his world, I understand why he didn’t want to drag me into it if he didn’t have to. He needed to be free to prove himself and not worry about being judged for his actions by someone who didn’t have to be involved in this world. After all, he doesn’t have any family to turn to, so he had to make his own. Now, all these years later, with a stroke of luck, we’ve found each other, and I get to be added to his family.

Deciding I need a break, I kiss them both soundly. “Stay, have fun. I’m gonna get a drink.”

Paolo flashes me a smile as Enzo switches their roles and wraps himself around Paolo’s body, whispering into his ear as he runs a hand down Paolo’s chest. Something tells me that those two don’t go on dates nearly enough, and I plan to make sure that changes.

Back with others, Carly spots me right away and walks over. “Want another of the same, sweet-thing?”

“Think I’m gonna switch it up to a good old G’n’T, with three limes.”

“Will do. Be right back.”

I wander over to Othello, who hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I stepped foot up here, and sit on his lap, making sure to give a good wiggle.

“Are you having fun, baby girl?” he growls into my neck, his hands clamping down on my hips to keep me still.

I lean back into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Oodles of fun, but I needed a break and a drink.”

“You’ve been down there for quite a while; I was beginning to think you forgot about us up here.”

“How could I when you are the watchful eye in the sky making sure I don’t cause any more trouble?” I tease, kissing him on the cheek.

Othello grunts before he shifts me so my ass is on the couch with my legs still in his lap, then he takes off my heels to rub my feet. “Trust me, if we hadn’t been watching out for you and keeping the vermin at bay, it wouldn’t have been as much fun.”

“You guys were cock-blocking me?” I gasp, clutching a hand to my chest in mock horror.

He shoots me a look. “Baby girl, you have plenty of cock to choose from. For the record, we pussy-blocked you as well.”