Page 85 of Five Days

Going back to my seat at the table where I’d been cutting carrots, I checked out Callum’s fine backside. I would have him later as a reward for submitting to his dominance in the kitchen.

Landon snickered.

I glance over to find a soft smile that curved his lips more often than not these days. He raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged over being caught eyeing our lover’s goods. “And you call me the greedy one,” he murmured with a chuckle while pouring three glasses of chilled white wine. He handed a drink to me before ambling toward Callum with the another.

“I’m starved.”

“Glad to hear it.” Callum planted a quick kiss on his lips, but Landon grabbed hold of Callum’s nape and held him in place for a long, lazy smooch, the flicks of their tongues showing me yet again how insatiable I was with the two men who’d gifted me a world I’d never dreamed possible.

Landon had eaten some damned weird cheese for a so-called dessert again, but this time, I couldn’t handle the taste on his lips that overpowered his sweetness.

Callum hadn’t minded though, and they made out on the outdoor bed, the canopy above them floppy in a breeze scented by jasmine. A headier undertone of cedar from the line of cypress trees beyond the garden we lounged in caressed my nose along with the flowers’ sweetness.

I filled my lungs and closed my eyes against the sinking summer sun, basking in its refreshing warmth while I lounged on a bed of my own a few feet from my two lovers.

The sounds of kisses and the rustle of movement eventually quieted, but neither man had sought out release or sexual gratification. They’d simply sighed and gone as still as I was, stuffed after devouring the pasta dish Callum had whipped up for us with authentic Italian groceries from a local mom and pop type store.

Bees buzzed and birds chirped, and even though I wasn’t in physical contact with either Landon or Callum, a sense of peace settled over me as though I shared in their embrace, like my spirit rested against one or the other.

Spending time away from reality as Landon had suggested had been a good choice. The best, actually. There was nothing to focus on but building a strong foundation for the relationship we all wanted with each other.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t stay away from the pasta, so we would be spending serious time in the gym once we returned to the States, which we would do.

Eventually.

There was no rush, and we didn’t have to linger in Italy to avoid drama. The picture of the three of us hadn’t ever gained traction, and what could have been ugly, dragging Landon’s shit from the past into the present, faded into obscurity.

During our days exploring Tuscany, we’d discussed open communication. Clear boundaries. Promised not to hide our emotions or invalidate other’s if they didn’t align with our own. If Landon got too caught up in his feels, especially anxiety, Callum’s calming hands and soothing words returned him to where he could reason with himself or us.

Callum did the same for me, giving me a safe place to melt and just be without any fear of abandonment. There was no judgment among us either. No questioning or second-guessing each other’s intentions, which tended to rise from insecurities. And while trusting still wasn’t second nature for me, I’d never felt so loved or cherished in my life.

Callum and Landon put me first, and I, in turn, cared for them as thoroughly as possible, however they wished. If that meant holding one while he slept or taking a walk with the other in comfortable silence or spilling pent-up emotions, our shoulders brushing because we couldn’t not touch, so be it. But the best? Willingly submitting myself to be their fuck toy, my holes filled, their cum marking me from both ends, which we all enjoyed participating in.

Landon especially thrived on having our undivided attention, but he didn’t need manipulation to get his way. Callum and I were happy to let him have it all day, every day.

Arousal slid through my veins as heady and potent as the chianti I’d been sipping with our dinner resting my heavy eyelids.

I peeked one eye open to find my lovers still wrapped embracing. Sudden longing had me on my feet and slinking across sun-kissed cobblestones to join them on a bed meant for two.

The size of a mattress hadn’t stopped us from loving each other in the previous week, nor would it in the time left to us while vacationing in Italy.

Our greedy boy lay passed out, lips parted as he breathed heavily with sleep. We’d spent a long day in a convertible, taking in the rolling countryside as the wind whipped our hair. Considering the sizable dinner he’d eaten, I wasn’t surprised to see him in a carb coma.

I settled in behind Callum, petting over his warm shoulder, down his waist, to the bare globes of his tanned ass.

One beautiful thing about renting a villa in the Tuscan hills? The private gardens surrounded by cypress and olive trees—and no neighbors close enough to see what went on outdoors in fading daylight.

Callum hummed his appreciation of my touch, stretching in a way that pressed his ass toward me.

“Can I have you?” I murmured against his ear, my cock fully on board with a final fuck of the day.

“Always,” Callum murmured his reply with a sleepy sigh, shifting his upper leg over Landon’s, giving me full access to his hole. “I ate too much though,” he warned.

“Don’t care.”

“Mmm. Then use my body for your pleasure.”

We’d stashed lube in every corner since arriving a week earlier. We’d also christened each room. The daybed three times, the last being the night before when we’d both made love to Landon, his hole once more stretching to accommodate both of us.

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