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I sneak a peek at him. “I’ll try if you will.”
He gasps then looks away.
I tap his hand until he swings his head to me once more. “You don’t get to hide from this. We haven’t had a chance to really talk since the wedding. I got the feeling that something was bothering you.”
“For someone who was oblivious to how in love with you Valentino and I have been our entire lives, you’ve developed some pretty good perception in the last few weeks.”
“That’s what happens when I’m not trying to hide my feelings for you. I have more time to observe and obsess over you and Valentino.”
“You obsess over us?”
“Stop it with the subject change and spill.”
“What was bothering me has resolved itself.”
I stare at him, not buying his reasoning. “Suppose it becomes an issue again later?”
“I doubt it.” He smiles, but I’m not budging. “Fine…Until a few weeks ago, I understood and was mentally prepared for what your marriage to Valentino would mean or I thought I did. Amid the planning, I felt like I had to fight to be a part of it. In reality, I didn’t. Valentino never denied me anything, but he could have. That thought, that he could tell me no, hang his legal rights as your husband over my head, wouldn’t stop whispering in my ear.”
Although difficult to believe now, on some level I understand. His fear was one I shared when they propositioned me.
“What changed?”
Tácito grinned. “Everything? Nothing?” At my frown, he rounds the counter and takes my hands in his. “I guess you could say our wedding night solidified everything for me. Valentino needs me in this marriage as much as you do. Even if he can learn to fuck you the way I do, he’ll always feel like he’s holding back. I give him freedom. When a man like him has been caged for so long, he’ll never willingly let go of the things that make him feel free to be himself.”
“I’m glad I didn’t have to say it for him to get it,” Valentino says from the kitchen entry.
I sign his words to Tácito.
“Eavesdropping is a bad habit.” Tácito releases my hands and returns to the other side of the island. “Since you’re home early, why don’t you help out by seasoning the steaks?”
Valentino dons an apron, startling a giggle out of me.
“Have you always cooked with that?” I ask.
He stares at me and a devilish gleam enters his eyes. “If you want, I’ll cook for you wearing nothing but the apron.”
My eyes nearly cross at the thought and my pussy slicks although Tácito did a damn good job satisfying my earlier appetite. “Maybe another time,” I croak. “Doctor’s orders are to eat food first and I can’t guarantee you’ll spend the time cooking if you’re only wearing an apron.”
“Another time, then.”
As the sexual tension dissipates to a dull presence in the background, we spend the rest of the night teasing and laughing like we used to. I touch the spot above my heart, relishing in the joy of being with my men.
My husbands.
With our love, nothing will destroy us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sloane
I stretch my well-used muscles while a satisfied smile sneaks onto my face. Every day with my husbands is a new pleasure and this past week was no different. We spent our honeymoon in Mexico where we played like kids again, reminding me of the days we holed up in each other’s rooms, teasing and sharing secrets. One particular memory of Tácito and Valentino’s willingness to share pops into my head. After stuffing me with food from room service, they stuffed me with themselves.
“Something tells me if I ask what put that wicked smile on your face, we won’t leave this room any time soon.” Valentino sits by my head and tweaks my nose. “It’s time to get up. Your new staff awaits.”
“Shit, I forgot.” I lurch out of bed, nearly stumbling over the sheets. Without another thought, I run into the bathroom, forgetting Tácito has already left the bedroom.
His wet body in the glass-encased shower causes me to stumble to a stop. I take one step closer to him while an itch in my fingers begs for attention. All his wet, golden skin beckons me to explore my favorite bits. All those rigid muscles, that tight backside…I take a step forward, my mind on getting him filthier before we clean each other.
