Page 45 of Stroke of Luck

I let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, and you’re so much better?”

“Baby girl, I have never tried to disguise the fact that I will never share you or let someone outside of your men touch you, let alone see you like that.”

“So you’re not mad at me for doing exactly what you told me not to?”

“No, I’m not mad. And the hand job certainly helped matters,” Othello answers, kissing me on the forehead. “I can’t wait to see what it will look like when it’s complete. Now, I think you should clean yourself up and call it a night. You’ve been a very busy girl, it seems.”

I narrow my eyes at him and shake my finger in a playfully scolding manner. “You lot need to learn what it means to have a night owl for a girlfriend. It’s only ten o’clock—I’ve got hours of life left in me yet to work on this.”

“Not if you are spending the night with Paolo and Enzo, you don’t. Unless what he told me is wrong? Also, remember that you’ll need to be awake and downstairs for breakfast by eight,” Othello reminds me.

I let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m gonna need to set a regular naptime if this is how things are going to go around here.”

“That can be arranged. I doubt anyone would mind you stealing their bed for a few hours. They might even choose to join you. Now off with you,” he says, turning me and smacking my ass to propel me forward.

It’s crazy to think that I’ve only been around these guys for three days, but we all seem to work so well together, as if it was meant to be. Knowing that I will be in Enzie’s room, I decide to use their shower and steal something of theirs to wear. There is nothing better than sleeping in a stolen oversized shirt that smells like a man you want to climb like a tree.

Stripping out of my clothes, I turn on the shower and look at myself in the large mirror over the sink. I giggle at how paint splatter covers all the skin that was left exposed while I was working. I’d missed this part of myself when I didn’t know if I’d fallen into my parents’ trap or not. Now armed with the knowledge that I’ve fulfilled the first part of my ultimate goal gives me a sense of peace.

Yet even with this part of the puzzle brought to light, I know I won’t be able to truly be settled until I have them back in my life. Bristol, Lennon, and Harper hold the last part of me that I need to complete myself, making finding them even more important than it already was. I know the guys are looking and they have the connections I need, but I can’t keep taking a back seat to the search.

It is time to get down to business… in the morning.

“My king, did you forget that we have a date with our lady tonight?” Paolo asks, finding me in the living room working on my laptop.

I grin at him over the screen. “How could I possibly forget something like that? It’s not every day one of your lovers makes a deal with their third to rule the show. What do you have in mind for tonight?”

“Spoilers are no fun, you’ll just have to come with me and see. Othello just sent her up to our room… unless what you're working on is something that can’t wait?” Paolo questions without really asking me what happened with the phone call Othello got. There are some things that are kept in a smaller circle of just Othello, Remo, and I. Paolo respects it, but it doesn’t mean he likes being left out of the know. It has been one of the biggest fights we’ve had since we got serious, but we always manage to work things out.

I close my laptop and set it aside as I stand, slipping my hand into his and dropping a kiss on his lips. “It’s fine, dearest. Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Excitement sparkles in his eyes behind his glasses, letting me know tonight will be full of surprises. As we head up the stairs, I pause to see the painting Skyler has been working on. I haven’t seen any of her work in years, and I’m blown away by the talent she has, how it's transformed over time. The fact that her family won't support her in this when it is clearly a part of her makes my heart ache. Thankfully, now she has us to look after her and help her reach whatever dreams she wants to.

“When she said she could paint, I don’t know that I quite believed she was this good. I feel like a dick for doubting her, but most people in our world are full of hot air and false bravado,” Paolo shares as he leans into me, taking in her artwork.

“You will learn very quickly that Skyler is like no one we have ever interacted with before. Her love for people is so large that it spills into those around her. All she wants is for people to feel accepted and cared for. Thinking selfishly isn’t something that happens often with her, when it comes down to it. Does she have a rebellious streak? Yes. Is following rules that make no sense a struggle for her? Absolutely. But if you explain yourself so she sees the logic, she’s more than willing to accept it.”

“And you really thought you could just walk away from someone like that? Lord babe, you really can be stupid,” Paolo mutters as he tugs me to follow him up.

I laugh because I can’t argue with him at all. Someone like Skyler will never leave my heart, no matter how much I love Paolo. Now that I have them both in my life and I can see the feelings between them blossoming, I know this is the life I’ve always wanted.

The sound of the shower running tells us where she is, giving Paolo time to set the stage. He runs up to his room and comes back down with all sorts of things to enhance our evening. Dumping it all on the bed, I can’t help but chuckle as he sorts through things like a little kid trying to decide what toy will hold his attention the best.

“My king, would you do me the honor of wearing this ring?” Paolo asks, presenting me with the gold cock ring he got me for Christmas last year.

I grab him by the back of the head and slam my lips down on his, feasting on his mouth as I slip the ring from his hand. He knows that I love pleasure denial, and this cock ring is going to give me that as we figure out what Skyler will be comfortable with in our new dynamic.

“One day there will be another ring, but I will be the one giving it to you,” I whisper into his ear as I nip down his throat.

Paolo shivers at my words as his cock hardens. Undoing his belt, then his button, then sliding the zipper down slowly, I make him squirm as he tries to get any kind of friction on his dick.

“No fair, starting without me!” Skyler’s voice cuts in, causing us both to pause and look over at her.

There she stands, naked with water droplets glistening on her skin, hands on her hips, a mock pout on her full lips. The woman has no idea how she looks standing there, but if I’m going to wear this cock ring, I need to get it on fast. As if sensing what I’m thinking, Paolo drops to his knees, and before I know what is happening, everything is around my ankles. Squirting some lube into his hand, Paolo runs a hand down my semi-hard dick that’s only getting harder by the second. Taking the ring from me, he slides it down, following the motion with his mouth, making me grunt with the overload of pleasure all at once. A small, warm body comes up behind me, and her nimble fingers unbutton my shirt before pulling it off of me. Once Paolo gets everything situated, he sits back on his heels, lifting each foot to get the rest of my clothes off.

“Up,” I tell Paolo, not liking that he’s the only one of us left with something other than us touching his skin.

Skyler and I make quick work removing his clothes and proceed to move this party to the bed.