Page 22 of Fatal Love

“Are you just going to stare at us or are you going to get back in bed?” Michael’s deep voice gave me goosebumps as I stalked toward the two of them striping off my clothes.

I slipped back under the covers and snuggled against Rachel’s warm body as she pressed her backside into me and giggled. “I think someone is awake.”

Michael reached across her body and wrapped his fingers around my rigid shaft. “I’d say so.” He smirked as he pumped his fist along my shaft, drawing a groan from between my lips.

My head dipped and sucked Rachel’s flesh into my mouth. Her legs spread on instinct, giving Michael ample room to slip his cock between her dripping wet folds.

“Oh god.” She moaned as I reached around and cupped her breast. My fingers plucked at her pert nipple, sending shudders through her body.

“I want you to lose yourself as he fucks you.” I whispered into her ear, sucking her lobe between my teeth and biting down.

Rachel wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. Our lips met in burning passion as Michael pumped into her. I held his gaze as my tongue slipped between Rachel’s lips. My cock grew harder in his hand when he tightened his grip around the sensitive flesh and jerked me in rhythm with their body's movements.

I needed to be inside Michael as he drove into Rachel. “I wanna fuck him while he’s buried inside.”

Her groan of approval had my dick pulse with want. Michael rolled her to her back, tugging her to the edge of the bed. He wedged a pillow beneath her hips, angling himself against her opening and slowly pushed back into her channel.

“Oh God.” Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as Michael's girth filled her completely.

Working hard to reign in my exuberance, I grabbed the lube and a condom from the side table before positioning myself behind Michael. The three of us had explored each other quite a bit since she'd come to be here, but this would be the first time I'd taken Michael while he was buried balls deep inside her. My palms pressed against the globes of his ass. The muscles in his back and thighs flexed with each thrust of his hips into Rachel. He hissed as the cool gel dripped down the crack of his ass, coating his hole and readying him to take me. After slipping on a condom, I pressed my lips to his back and pushed the head of my cock between his cheeks. I couldn’t take my eyes off Rachel. Her gaze was hooded and full of fire as she watched me seat myself fully inside him. He stilled inside Rachel, reveling in the feeling of me buried inside him. I stilled behind him, lost to the sensation of him tightening around my shaft. Every time he thrusted inside her my cock bobbed inside him. Michael was essentially fucking both of us at one time and I thought I'd pass out from the extreme pleasure it was bringing us.

Rachel cried out, her body racing toward the finish line. Michael sensed her impending orgasm and picked up his speed. Pressing down on his spine, I shifted my body, striking his prostate with each thrust. As the head of my dick brushed the erogenous zone inside him, my body shattered. I cried out, my fingers digging into his flesh as I spilled myself inside him. Michael cried out, his own cock exploding and coating the inside of Rachel's womb. He pumped a few more times into her channel before collapsing on top of her. My cock pulled free, cum seeping out of the barrier as I leaned back on my heels.

“Holy shit.” He huffed, nearly out of breath. “That was…”

“Amazing,” Rachel whispered beneath him. “Next time, I want Antonio to fuck me and you to be on top.”

I laughed as I forced myself to stand and retrieve a towel. “I think we’ve created a monster.”

After wiping myself off and then cleaning Michael’s backside, I turned toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. We are supposed to meet with Agent Jackson later.”

Rachel groaned and wrapped her arms around Michael as I disappeared into the bathroom. “All right… I guess we can’t stay in bed forever.”

I wanted to go see Vincenzo today, but first we had to meet with Agent Jackson. Hopefully, he had some news that would prove this wasn't for nothing.

The timber sound of Michael's voice drew a smile on my face. “Can we join you?”

I smiled as Michael and Rachel sauntered into the bathroom. “I guess it’s a good thing you put a big shower in here.”

Thoughts of my brother vanished from my mind as the three of us explored one another beneath the heat of the shower. If this was how it was going to be having them in my life, then I couldn’t wait for the future we were building—at least I hoped we were building one. We hadn't exactly discussed where this thing between us was going, but I prayed like hell it was going somewhere permanent.

Once we climbed from the confines of the enclosure, I pulled Rachel against my chest and burrowed my face into her wet hair. "You ok?"

Her palm cupped my head against her skin, holding me in place. "Yeah—where is this going with us Rachel?"

I couldn’t stop thinking about what this thing between us meant. Was it just sex for her? Or was she falling for us like I knew we'd been falling for her?

She turned into my arms and held my cheeks in her hands. "What's this about Antonio?"

I sighed, pulling free of her grasp. "I don't know. I'm scared, I think." I turned from her, wiping the remnants of water from my skin. Michael leaned against the doorframe, watching me with compassion. "I've spent my whole like running from things that are hard—love specifically. Accepting who I am, lifted a burden off my shoulders and I'm terrified it's going to crash and burn."

Michael stepped forward, his fingers threading into my hair. He tightened his grip, pulling my head so our gazes collided. "I love you, Antonio. I think I've loved you for months. Nothing about how I feel for you is going to crash. Burn? Absofukcinglutely. Because everything about you makes me burn with a fire I never thought could exist. You're everything to me and nothing or nobody will ever come between us." His lips crashed against mine, rendering me completely speechless. When he finally pulled away, he ran his thumb across my lower lip. The unwavering love that shown from his eyes made my heart beat a little faster. "Stop doubting you deserve this—and just love me back." He touched his forehead to mine and sighed.

The sound of Rachel's breath hitching had us turning toward her. Her eyes were wet with tears, but the unmistakable look of love shined like the morning sun. Michael dropped his hold on me and took a step back. "Rachel." His voice wavered with emotion as he inched toward her. "This doesn't change how I feel about you."

She glanced toward me, her smile drawing me in her direction like a magnet. "I know." Her eyes cast downward for a minute, make the two of us pause.

Michael and I shared a glance of uncertainty—both of us probably feeling the same momentary panic that this was too much for her.

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