Page 70 of The Layover

Raul knelt beside us, and gripped his dick in his hand. The way he raked his gaze over us, he might as well have been giving me the full body massage again. “You two are gorgeous when you fuck.” His voice was a low growl. “Definitely makes me a fan of watching.” He knotted his fingers in my hair and yanked as he leaned in to crush his mouth to mine.

When Raul let me go, Diego gripped my thighs and rocked gently inside me. The slow gyration was nice. Playful.

Nice wasn’t on my list tonight. I set a faster pace, grinding against Diego. Heat pulsed inside every time he hit that sweet spot in me. Every time I caught sight of Raul stroking his cock while he watched us with a captive gaze.

I lost myself in the throes of pleasure, surrounded by warmth and adoration, and my body surged toward climax, but hovered right near the peak, refusing to take those last steps.

Diego slipped his hands up my legs, and pressed his thumb to my clit. He bumped in time with our frantic fucking, and another orgasm sped through me.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming his name. To keep the oh, God, Diego, from spilling from my throat and drifting out into the apartment.

A warm spurt hit my thigh, and I swore knowing that Raul was coming, that he was coating my leg, stretched out the orgasm.

I clenched around Diego, lost in the sensations. Devouring every touch and sound and scent.

He moved his hands back to my legs, squeezing tight. The desperation in his grip almost hurt, but in the best way possible. He grunted, his entire body shuddering as he jerked and spilled inside me.

I swore the sky opened and the angels sang at that peak of ecstasy for the three of us.

The edge faded off. We sloped away from the summit. Silence sank into the room. But that sensation of being wrapped in safety—wrapped in their affection—didn’t fade.

I was so glad I promised Raul I would stay, because this was exactly where I wanted to be. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect birthday.

Waking up wrapped up in Diego and Raul was too easy. Finding Eloise waiting for us in the kitchen, made me smile more broadly than I wanted. Knowing that she was coming to work with us a third day in a row was only hampered by the knowledge that it was because the men didn’t trust leaving her here until they’d figured out what Isabella wanted.

Daria met us at the church with my own clothes in case I didn’t want to wear Raul’s sweats and T-shirt all day. In a way I did, but it was probably more appropriate for me to change.

Harmony wanted to stay with her new friend a third day in a row, and Eloise had nailed the I’m going to beg until Daddy says yes.

“Harmony is going home in a few days,” Raul reminded them. “This is only temporary.”

“We can have Zoom playdates, like Mommy does with work,” Harmony said.

I swallowed my snicker, but it almost slipped out at the way Daria rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you want to see any of the city?” Daria asked.

Harmony shrugged. “I’ve seen the hotel. And the church. And the restaurant. Those are part of Milan.”

Precocious child. I loved it.

“It’s okay, I promise,” Ariana said. “They’re really well behaved together.”

Daria, Raul, and Diego relented. I couldn’t argue. Ariana had kept the girls out of the way so far, and I had no reason to believe it would be a problem today.

Daria left with Alana, to go do more touristy things, the girls went to play while Ariana watched them, and the men and I got to work.

We were halfway into the morning when we got a call that the tile we’d been hoping for was in early. The only catch was someone had to come pick it up now.

Diego grabbed a couple of guys from the crew doing light demo in one of the other rooms, and took them with him. On his way out, he told Eloise where he was going, and that Raul was still here if she needed him.

Which left Raul and I to work in silence. Most of what we were doing today didn’t require manual labor, so we were sitting at the table we’d set up for things like this, both of us on our laptops, clicking away at the keys without speaking.

He was working his way through applications and resumes—it was time to start hiring crew for this place—and I was updating budgets and timelines.

Until he said, “You should know something.”

“What’s up?” I shouldn’t have been so quick to ask. His tone and the sinking in my gut told me I might not want to hear this.

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