Through it all, she felt Gio’s gaze on her face, knew he was watching her, keeping her safe, even as he took her mouth.

  Rafe’s hands rested on her shoulders, her back pressed firmly against his knees. He was also looking down. Both men seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure through the mere act of watching. She wanted to ask them about that.

  And while neither was touching the other, they were clearly very comfortable in each other’s space. Right now, they were only separated by her body, standing face-to-face.

  “God,” Gio gasped.

  “He’s close, beauty. I can’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my cock,” Rafe growled, one of his hands leaving her shoulder, slipping around to rest at the base of her throat.

  Fuck her. Rafe knew exactly how and where to touch her, what to say to make her body quake with need.

  Gio’s hands slid from her face to her hair, his thrusting growing faster, finesse slipping away as he approached his climax.

  “Be ready,” Rafe said.

  Gio cursed, and she felt the first splash of come.

  Rafe’s hand completely cupped her throat. He wasn’t applying pressure. Instead, she got the sense he wanted to feel her swallow.

  So she did.

  Gio thrust one last time, holding still within her mouth as he came.

  After the last burst, he slipped free, staggering backward the two steps necessary so that he could drop down on the bed, as if his powerful legs couldn’t hold him up anymore.

  She’d done that. She’d brought Gio Moretti, the strongest man she knew, to his knees.

  She smiled, and her too-pleased expression caught Gio’s attention.

  “I don’t trust that look.”

  She laughed breathlessly.

  Gio shook his head. “We’re in trouble now, Rafe. Keeley just figured out she’s holding the keys to the castle.”

  Gio’s joke proved just how well he knew her. The past few weeks, they’d all grown closer, sharing secrets and stories. Rafe and Gio both listened to her. And not just to be polite, like most of her past dates, but because they were genuinely interested.

  Rafe reached down to help her up from the floor. “She has them for the moment,” he whispered in her ear. “Go bend over the side of the bed.”

  Keeley looked back at him but didn’t move. She was in the mood to test a few boundaries, to have a few things confirmed. “Are you planning to undress anytime soon?”

  Rafe’s eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. If she hadn’t been looking so closely at his face, she would have missed it entirely.

  “What did I tell you to do, Keeley?”

  “I have every intention of doing it. After you get undressed.”

  Gio whistled. “You sure you want to poke the bear like that, little one?”

  Keeley looked at Gio. “So you guys are the only ones who get to make demands in the bedroom?”

  “Now you’re getting it,” Rafe said, his hand gripping her elbow, guiding her to the bed.

  “That wasn’t what I was say—”

  Before she could finish, Rafe placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her facedown on the mattress. His bed was quite tall, and luxuriously soft.

  She tried to push back against his grip, but Rafe was no slouch in the strength department himself.

  “If you don’t like something I do, or if it hurts, all you have to do is say stop,” he said.

  Keeley grinned at Rafe as she looked back at him. “Or I could just call you a son of a bitch.”

  His lips pursed, though she couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed.

  “Prefer motherfucker?” she asked.

  Rafe, who all night had looked so sternly hot—she really needed to get a handle on her contradictory descriptions for these men—broke character and laughed. “Okay. Either one of those will work too.”

  She wasn’t sure why his amusement pleased her so. Perhaps because Gio was easy to make laugh, but Rafe took a bit more work.

  Then she held her breath as she waited for whatever came next. Gio had mentioned spanking her before, and she wanted it. Rafe, however, had promised to finally—finally—take her, and she wanted that too. She was a kid in the candy story, a fox in the henhouse, Veruca from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. She wanted it all! Right now.

  Gio remained sitting on the edge of the mattress, right next to her. Reaching over, he ran his hand over her ass gently. Over and over, he stroked her skin in such a soothing way, it worked a bit like a massage. Her eyes drifted closed, her body relaxing under his ministrations.

  They flew open when his hand disappeared, and a much different touch took its place.

  She jerked and tried to lift herself from the bed when Rafe spanked her. Three hard blows on each cheek, stinging hot. Her attempt to escape was fruitless, as Gio’s hand had slid upwards and was now pressing down on her back, holding her firmly to the mattress.

  Both men stilled for a moment, which confused her, until she realized they were waiting for her to say stop—or to call them a name. She considered it, that was for sure. The spanking had hurt at first. But now…

  She glanced over her shoulder at them. “Finished so soon?” she taunted.

  Gio shook his head, grinning widely. He loved her dares, and she knew it. Rafe, as always, was the harder one to read.

  In the end, he didn’t respond at all. Instead, he lifted his hand and smacked her ass again, harder, twice more, then his fingers slid along her slit. She knew exactly what he was going to find.

  She’d been wet since the restaurant, their continual touches and kisses keeping her arousal on simmer for hours.

  She groaned with pleasure when Rafe pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched, and it was then that she realized just how on edge, how close to the finish line she really was. Two or three more thrusts and she would be there.

  Rafe seemed to realize the same thing because he withdrew his fingers instantly—the bastard.

  “No!” she cried out, her complaint earning her two more smacks, harder than all the previous ones. Not that her body gave a shit about that. If he was trying to withhold her orgasm, he might not want to continue the spanking because she suspected the next blow would send her straight into orbit. She wiggled her ass, silently hoping he’d take the hint.

  Rafe chuckled, then stepped away from the bed.

  She opened her mouth to curse him all the way into next Thursday, but she realized he was undressing. So, for once, she wisely kept her mouth shut.

  She was tempted to roll over and sit up. She hadn’t seen Rafe completely naked yet, and she was curious.

  Gio distracted her when he ran his finger along her cheek. “Okay?” he murmured.

  She nodded. “I’m so happy,” she admitted quietly.

  Gio’s grin was so carefree, so boyish, it took her breath away. Even more so when he said, “Me too.”

  He moved then, shifting onto the bed fully, laying on his side and propping himself up on his elbow like he was settling in for a show.

  Once again, she marveled at Rafe and Gio’s utter ease with each other in the bedroom. And then, maybe more surprising, she recognized her own lack of shyness with their outright voyeurism.

  Keeley never could have imagined permitting, much less enjoying, someone watching her have sex with someone else.

  But Gio’s new position and his intense attention was heady. She lifted herself up on her own elbows so that her breasts were visible. Gio groaned, obviously appreciating her efforts.

  Then Rafe was there, the front of his thighs brushing the backs of hers. He bent over her, his cock resting against her still-warm ass.

  “Keeley,” he said, his voice so deep, it sounded more like a growl than her name. She didn’t have time to reply before he added, “Hold on.”

  And then, Rafe positioned his dick at her opening and slammed home.

  He fucked her with a roughness that bordered on violent, with an unrestrained wildness that screamed of hunger and need, possession and control.

  And her body responded instantly. She came on his second thrust.

  But Rafe didn’t stop, didn’t even give any indication that he’d noticed. Instead, he kept pounding, drawing out her first orgasm until she thought she’d explode from the never-ending pleasure.

  As it began to wane, she had a moment’s reprieve. Long enough to look up and realize Gio had sat up, that his cock was hard again and he was fisting it, jerking himself off, his rhythm matching that of Rafe’s.

  Keeley couldn’t take her eyes away from him, from what he was doing. But soon, Rafe stole her attention away, digging his fingers underneath her body to find her clit. A few strokes later, her second orgasm began, and this one blew the first out of the water.

  Throughout, Keeley cried out…curse words, prayers to God, Rafe’s name, Gio’s…an unending stream of bliss and passion and pain and wonder.

  Her second orgasm passed more slowly, and Keeley went limp, certain one more of those would finish her off for good. She might have even said that aloud, though she was so light-headed, she wasn’t sure she could tell the difference between speech and thoughts anymore.

  Her confusion was answered when Rafe withdrew, flipping her over to face him.

  “Just one more, beauty. Together. And don’t worry, I won’t let you die,” he added with a sexy grin.

  “Wait…” she said, recalling Gio. She shifted, with a lot less grace than she cared to admit. Her strength was depleted, but she knew what she wanted, how she wanted this night to end.

  She moved so that she lay fully on the bed, so that Gio was next to her rather than above her. Reaching for Rafe, she guided him to come over her. Her legs parted, and Rafe slid back in, taking her much slower this time, with more care.

  Glancing over at Gio, she looked at his hand, still rubbing up and down his erection, then gazed into his eyes. “Come with us,” she asked.

  He nodded, his serious expression one she would have expected to see on Rafe’s face, not his.

  “Yes,” he said, “but you better be quick about it.”

  Rafe slid out until only the head of his impressive cock was buried inside her. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

  He’d only been teasing her with that gentle entry because her conqueror was back on the second return. Rafe took her hard, lifting her legs, the back of her knees resting in the crooks of his elbows. Within a dozen thrusts, she was there, coming loudly, again, and he was right there with her.

  She heard Gio’s climax but was unable to see it, blinded by a flash of bright white light.

  She rode out the storm inside her, oblivious to everything else. For a few minutes, it felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings, everything happening at a distance.

  She was aware of Rafe pulling out of her, of Gio going to the bathroom to clean up, of Rafe gently lifting her to pull back the covers, of Gio urging her to the middle of the bed, of both men climbing in, flanking her.

  Keeley closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she wasn’t sure if she’d dozed for seconds or hours. All she knew was that she was curled on her stomach, surrounded by the heat of Rafe’s and Gio’s bodies, and she’d never in her life experienced anything so amazing.

  It was so good, so overwhelming, she wasn’t sure if she was looking forward to doing it again or afraid of it. She’d been completely out of control, and it had shaken her to the core.

  Mercifully, Gio knew exactly how to set her at ease, the sound of his voice bringing her back to reality. A reality based on so many years of fantasy.

  She was the luckiest woman on the planet.

  “Bet you thought I was the bad boy,” Gio joked, lifting his hand and slapping her ass just once.

  “It’s always the quiet ones,” she retorted, laughing breathlessly.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Gio agreed.

  Rafe mumbled something that sounded like “smart-asses,” but he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t try to defend himself.

  “Keeley,” Gio said, drawing her attention to him. “Stay here with us while Kayden’s out of town.”

  She frowned…and suddenly she remembered that her new reality wasn’t all sunshine and roses. Not quite yet. “He’ll be gone almost a month.”

  Gio nodded. “I know that. Just until he comes home. It’s only three weeks.”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to ask where he saw this going, but she felt Rafe stirring behind her. He’d been dead to the world before Gio issued his invitation.

  The coward in her was too afraid to look over her shoulder to see what he thought. Because she wanted what Gio was asking for. Desperately.

  But did Rafe?

  She recalled his comments about not looking for a relationship, not wanting love, commitment, kids.

  Just sex.

  And then he always walked away.

  That was the one thing she’d played over and over since their conversation at the restaurant. The moment the woman expressed wanting more…Rafe walked away.

  Three weeks.

  Was that Gio’s way of putting a time limit on the affair? Why did he think they needed one? Was he letting her know this wasn’t forever? Or was he trying to protect their hearts—keep it short and sweet in hopes that no one got hurt in the end?

  She didn’t have it in her to tell him that ship had already sailed. She was definitely falling in love with both of them.

  Then, she considered what they’d just done, and her body convinced her head and her heart that she did not give a fuck.

  Three more weeks of that?

  Hell yeah.

  “Okay,” she said quickly, keeping her gaze on Gio, and holding her breath as she waited for Rafe to rescind the invitation.

  She didn’t realize how tense she was until Rafe’s arm snuck around her waist, and he spooned her against him.

  “Cricket’s not going to be happy about you stealing her spot in the bed,” Rafe said drowsily.

  Keeley laughed, though suddenly, her happiness felt just the tiniest bit dimmer.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Tell me again why we thought this was a good idea?” Rafe asked.

  Gio chuckled but didn’t respond. Primarily because Rafe had posed that same question at least a dozen times in the past week. “Just keep sanding.”

  “I fucking hate sanding,” Rafe grumbled.

  “Hello?” they heard Keeley call out from the front door.

  “Back here,” Rafe replied. “The office.”

  It had been one week since he and Rafe had taken Keeley on a date rather than just crashing her preexisting ones. Eight days since Gio had asked her to stay here with them, the three of them sharing Rafe’s bed every night.

  Well, actually it was the four of them, he thought, as he glanced across the room at Cricket, who was rolling around on her back beside Albert’s old recliner. Keeley had been right when she said it looked like someone was petting the dog’s belly.

  Cricket typically started each night in her dog bed, simply because he, Rafe, and Keeley never went to bed with sleep on their minds. However, sometime after they all drifted away, she made her way up the doggie stairs and nestled in the middle of the bed with Keeley, the two of them even sharing a pillow.

  The only time they’d parted during this last week was for work, though Gio wasn’t sure they could count that because they sure as shit hadn’t accomplished much. Rafe and Keeley hadn’t left the mansion at all, Rafe running the businesses from here, while the two of them had begun to sort through the boxes in yet another room. So far, they’d cleared out the office and what they’d called Box Room One. Right now, they were halfway through Box Room Two, with another one to go.

  They still hadn’t found the boat or the combination to the safe, and Gio knew Rafe was beginning to give up hope of either.

  Since Moretti Brothers Restorations had just recently completed a big on-site project, Gio had decided to treat himself to a few “work from home” days, which meant he’d converted one of the four outbuildings around the mansion into a workshop, where he’d moved a lot of his woodworking tools. The company’s next job had him creating custom-made cabinets, which was something he was able to do in his shop.

  Not that he’d scratched the surface on the job, something that was going to have to give soon. Tony had questioned his progress a couple of times, and he’d fudged the truth on how far he’d gotten. If he didn’t buckle down, his brothers were going to kick his ass for slowing down the project.

  The problem was, he’d been too distracted by Keeley, unable to stay away from her.

  Oh, hell…from them.

  For eight days, the three of them had christened far too many flat surfaces in the mansion, including his workbench, the floor in Box Room One, Rafe’s desk in the office, the couch, the kitchen counter…the list went on and on. They would come together in a flurry of desire and passion. It was always hot and sweaty and, God, almost desperate, frantic. Then, when it was over and their arousal slaked, they’d drift back to work for a few hours before the need grew too great again, and they’d start all over.

  It had been the best sex of Gio’s life, and he never wanted it to end.

  Today, Keeley had put her foot down, informing them she was working a full day in her office at Eclectic, away from them.

  Rafe and Gio had reluctantly agreed with her decision, so after she left this morning, Rafe went to his office and Gio to his shop. By noon, Gio was chomping at the bit and ready to head to Eclectic. He’d suggested to Rafe that they surprise Keeley with lunch, but she’d put the kibosh on that when she texted to say she was having lunch with Jess, Penny, Gianna, and Liza to discuss Penny’s wedding. Apparently, Penny wasn’t interested in Gage’s offer of a long engagement and the two had set a date in February.

  Keeley walked into the office, frowning the instant she saw them. “You’re working on the room without me?”

  “You’re late,” Gio groused, putting his sander on the floor.

  She glanced at her watch. “It’s only quarter to six.”

  “You said you’d be home at five thirty.”

  “So, I’m fifteen minutes late,” she said nonchalantly. “I didn’t realize I needed gas in my car until I left Eclectic, and the light turned on. Had to stop to fill the tank. Let me change out of my work clothes really quick. Don’t do anything video-worthy until I get back.”

 

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