Page 8 of Satisfying the King

I watched as his eyes flared and his breathing quickened. “That’s a great fucking incentive.”

I pulled his hand one more time and he pushed himself up—with a whole lot of groaning.

Yikes.

Carlo really was hurting.

I hugged him tightly. “Thank you for looking after Dani. I know she’s a pain—” I started, but he stopped me.

“Giselle, stop.” He pushed me away slightly. “Daniella’s not a pain. No matter what she needs, I’ll get it for her.”

Oh.

My.

Heart.

“I love you,” I whispered as I gazed into his sparkling eyes. And I really, really, really did love him.

He let out a sigh and bent his head. “I love you, too. Let’s go shower. You’ve promised a lot of things, Giselle. I just hope you follow through.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. My lips kissed his and I giggled. “I’ll try my best.”

We walked upstairs, hand in hand. To tell you the truth, my body ached, too. And I hadn’t been the one to carry Dani around for three freaking days. Carlo’s arms must be about ready to fall off.

When we’d finally walked the mile to his bedroom—okay, not quite a mile, but holy cow, this place was huge—Stefan was lying on the huge ass king sized bed. Or whatever was bigger than a king size. That bed was enormous.

Stefan’s head turned toward us. He looked me up and down—then did the same to his brother. “Where’s Dani?” he asked with more than a little bit of concern in the tone of his voice. We explained and he nodded. He shut the book in his hand and jumped off the bed.

“Good, I’ll go downstairs and make something for us to eat.” Stefan walked up to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

He stepped around Carlo but was stopped. “You can stay, Brother. We were about to get in the shower,” Carlo said in a deep, gravelly voice.

The two men stared at each other without blinking for a long moment. Stefan shook his head. “No offense,” he made a sniffing noise, “but you guys fuckin’ stink. No way am I getting in a shower with either of you. Have a good time, though. You deserve it, man.” And he slapped Carlo on the back before he left and closed the bedroom door behind him.

Hmm.

I wasn't exactly sure what had just happened here. This whole—three-way relationship thingy was getting more and more confusing. I bit my lip and gazed up at Carlo. “Is he mad?” I asked because if anyone would know, it would be his own brother.

Carlo sighed and kissed my lips lightly. “No, he’s giving us some alone time together.”

Again, I felt confused. “Because we stink?”

Carlo laughed, and it made me feel better. He’d been in such a mood before—but that seemed to have passed.

“No, because he wanted us to have time together.” He chuckled and kissed me.

I moved my head back a little. “Is that, um, allowed?” I frowned at him, wondering if we’d be breaking any threesome rules by only having a twosome.

His lips found my forehead and he laughed quietly. “It’s allowed. I’ll meet you in the shower.” With one more kiss, he was off. While heading to the bathroom, Carlo peeled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

Oh, boy.

His muscular back hadn’t gotten any less sexy over the last three days. Then he undid his pants and literally stepped out of them in the middle of the room.

His perfect, hard behind revealed itself.

Good grief, I wanted to throw myself at him.

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