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“Youwillwait,” Mateo warns him, his ice blue eyes—how a gruff Sicilian got baby blue eyes is beyond me—narrowing on our lover. “Unless you want to get on your knees and suck Enzo’s dick. He’s waited like a good boy for a long time, baby.”
Tomas wets his lips, his dark eyes dropping low. I laugh and grab my dick, nodding at him. Spreading my feet, I tease him by unzipping my slacks and sliding my hand inside. I am hard and heavy because I have been waiting for them for months. They did were not waiting for me.
We’re on a balcony overlooking the crowd of revelers. It would not be the first time we took care of one another with a crowd nearby. Mateo loves a good show, as I said. At the club, we've put on filthy displays. Plus, Mateo called it right—I have been a very good boy for a very long time. Meanwhile, my two lovers were fucking each other whenever they pleased.
“Sounds fair to me,” I tease, stroking myself as I pull my cock out.
No one will bother looking for us while they party down below. It is not as if our relationship is a secret. Nico has heard, seen, and even once taken part, in our sexual exploits. Finding me getting my dick sucked by Tomas up here would not even phase him.
“To me too,” Mateo taunts, moving behind Tomas to push him to his knees. “Open your mouth, Tomas, let Enzo fill it up. Be a good boy and open wide, we both know how big he gets for us. He’s waited too long. I bet a few seconds in your pretty mouth will make him blow. You will swallow it down as if we’re down there, sipping champagne with the wedding party.”
Sliding my hand to the back of his head, I nod. Tomas smirks, popping open his mouth, letting his tongue hang out. Itis swollen and heavy, the tip slick with precum. Staring up at me, he bends his head, licking it up like the greedy thing he is. I hiss and reach out, pulling Mateo towards me. I slam my mouth to his as Tomas moves, taking me inside his hot, wet mouth.
Tomas bobs on my length like a pro, his rough hands cupping my sac as I push my tongue into Mateo’s mouth. I am on edge after being away from them for so long. Being alone. They don’t love me any less than they love each other. Not any less than I love them. What they have is just different.
“Good boy, baby,” Mateo purrs, knowing how he craves our praise. “So fucking beautiful swallowing down that thick cock. God, I cannot wait to watch you fucking a pretty little fuck doll tonight, baby. I’ve been dreaming of hearing you take a tight, tiny pussy for weeks now. I want to find her, Enzo. You need her, don’t you? A pretty little girl to be our good girl.”
“Fuck, yes, I need her. I need to have a hot, wet cunt wrapped around me while I suck your cock and you ride our good little boy hard. I need it.”
Just thinking of it, of having a soft, sweet little thing between us, catering to all three of us, it pushes me over the edge. I come hard, pumping my cock into Tomas’ throat until he gags. He is a good boy though, and he swallows every single drop of me down. Mateo pulls him to his feet, shoving his tongue inside his wet mouth, the two of them sharing me.
Struggling to breathe, I tuck myself back into my slacks as I watch them kiss. Mateo moves, pinning me to the balcony. I meet his hungry kiss, my hands clutching at Tomas as he slides between us. It is his tongue in my mouth next, his hands mussing my dark hair, his hard cock jerking against my stomach. Mateo’s hand is there suddenly, and with just a few strokes, he makes Tomas come. I argue that Mateo should come first, but he ignores it.
“I will tonight, baby. I am going to come so good tonight,watching you two play. I missed you, Enzo.”
Inside my chest, my heart rattles against my ribs. Cupping the back of his head, I pull him close, nodding. I missed him too. I miss them so badly whenever we’re apart. When we were in the military, we were always together, we refused to be sent on missions without each other. Now we go wherever our assignments take us. What he said earlier was so right.
It is time—time for us to choose what comes next in our lives.
We’ve got a home back in True Ridge, where I grew up. After we got out of the military, they came home with me. Nico’s call to get us up here to Seattle was meant to be temporary. That was five years ago. While we share a condo here, we’re rarely ever there. I want to go back home. If we can take more assignments, fine—but only if they’re together or very short.
I am tired of being apart. Tired of being so alone. I was alone before I met them but having them changed everything. Their bond broadened to let me in, but I crave something else. Something similar to what they share.
“I missed you, too,” I rasp throatily, still buzzing from the orgasm.
“No more, not after tonight. I promise,” Mateo hums, kissing me again. Tomas is there next, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my mouth.
“We will find her for us, Enzo. I can feel it—she will be at the club tonight.”
Just then, there is a crash and a thud outside of our space. Frowning, I break from the others as they check the party downstairs. Pushing the door open, I put a hand on the gun hidden inside my jacket. It might be a wedding, but I go nowhere without my weapon. I protect people, even if they are not my clients paying me to do so.
Standing in the doorway, I am stunned. Sitting in a messof shattered champagne flutes, spilled caviar, and dark brown waves is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. Knelt on her knees in a tiny dress that shows off full, round tits, thick thighs in torn stockings, and wide hips, she is a vision.
Also, she is crying as she looks at the mess she just made.
“Oh hell. Double Dutch and motherfuck,” she mutters, pushing forward to start gathering up the mess.
Before she does, she sees me. Still on her knees, she gazes up at me with big, soft brown eyes, her dark hair framing her beautiful face. My heart rattles against my ribs again. Just the way it did moments ago for Mateo and Tomas. The way it has only ever beat for those two before. I clutch my chest, as if I can get my heart to stop beating the way it is, but of course I can’t.
“Holy hell,” Tomas mutters behind me. “Who is this?”
Blinking, I cannot form words. I cannot breathe. It....it can’t be, can it? Can we find her this way, outside of the club? Now, just moments after we said we would find her. It is impossible. Yet, as she stares up at me from her very suggestive position, I know better. Because I see it flicker in her eyes.
This is her. This is it. This pretty little mess is going to be ours.
“It's....holy hell,it’s her.”
Chapter Two
