Suddenly an idea struck her and for a few moments, Sofia argued with herself over than idea. Finally, silently, she slid from the bed and padded quietly into the suite’s living room. She snagged her phone from her purse and looked at the time. It would be late evening in New York. Steeling herself, she dialed the number and waited to speak to someone she thought she would never talk to again. When he answered, his warm voice brought tears to her eyes.
“Jonas? It’s me. It’s Sofia.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
By the Friday, Ivo had brokered the deal for their new apartment in the Marias and when he stopped by Desiree’s gallery to tell Sofia the news, she was over-the moon.”
“It’s ours, baby.”
She looked up from the stack of paperwork she was filing and grinned. “Really?”
“Really. Now, how shall we celebrate?”
Ivo crushed his lips to hers then, kissing her until she was breathless. “I know exactly how I want to celebrate.”
Sofia grinned. “Want to play at some games tonight? We could go back to that club.”
Ivo grinned. “Shall we glass-box it, or there are private rooms where we could play with any number of toys?”
Sofia felt her pulse quicken. “Oh, yes, a private room…and maybe tonight, we could…invite Penn. If you want to, I’ll leave it up to you.” She added hurriedly but Ivo nodded.
“Why not?” He nuzzled her neck. “In this scenario, watching another man fuck you is making me harder than diamond. Feel,” he whispered and she slid her hand onto his crotch. His cock was ram-rod hard and, casting a quick look around the empty gallery, Sofia bent down and unzipped Ivo’s pants, freeing his cock and sweeping her mouth over the wide crest of it. She heard Ivo’s sharp intake of breath as she began to tease the tip of his shaft with her tongue, flicking and lashing around the head, then tracing the veins up the side, the silky skin tasting of salt and pre-cum.
“Christ Sofia,” Ivo whispered, his breathing labored, “You’re going to get fucked so hard tonight.”
Her mouth curved up in a smile, but then she hollowed out her cheeks, swallowing him down as he came, trying to be discreet but almost exploding into her mouth. Recovering, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her until her head swam. “Tonight’s going to be amazing, beautiful. I’ll call Penn.”
Sofia nuzzled his neck. “Do that.”
Ivo called her from his office later. “Penn’s onboard.”
“He will be,” Sofia giggled, her breath quickening at the thought of what they were going to do. “Ivo, I have only one rule.”
“What’s that, il mia amore?”
“Only you are allowed to come into my mouth. I won’t suck his cock. That’s my only rule.”
Ivo’s breath was ragged when he spoke. “God, Sofia, you know how to make a man feel a billion dollars.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See at home. Take a cab, honey, stay safe.”
Sofia let the gallery at six but, outside, it was raining and she couldn’t find a cab. Figuring it was easier to run home through the rain, she set off, her clothes soaking through. It was only when she had to stop to cross the street when she felt the hackles on her neck rise. It was gloomy, the rain clouds dark and the streetlamps had yet to spark into life.
Sofia felt someone watching her. She scanned around, on guard, her senses on high alert. The street was relatively empty, but the few people on it were more concerned with getting out of the rain than they were with watching. Sofia brushed the feeling away and made it to the hotel entrance. Something snagged on her purse and sent it crashing to the pavement and as she bent to pick it up, she felt someone’s hand brushing through her hair. She stood, ready to fight. A man in a hooded jacket was walking swiftly away from her. She opened her mouth to call out to him then stopped. What had he done? Touched her hair, was all, and she didn’t even know if it was deliberate. By bending over, her head was at the same height as his hand so it could have been an accident. Sofia brushed her worries away. Fergus had gotten the message; he wouldn’t dare come to the hotel. She was still glad they would be in their own place soon.
When she got upstairs, Ivo was waiting. “Hey, gorgeous. Jonas called. He said he’d be here by the weekend. I offered to send the private jet for him but he gave me a lecture, kind of. Politely but firmly.”
Sofia grinned. “Man, you think I care about the environment, I have nothing on Jonas. He won’t let you spend a penny on him, you know.”
Ivo rolled his eyes. “How can he be related to the Rutland’s?”
“I’ve often asked myself that. I truly wish he was my full-blood brother.”
Ivo sat on the couch and held his arms out. “I know you told me you called him. Want to share how he reacted?”
Sofia went into his arms and snuggled close to him. “He cried. I cried. I apologized for not contacting him sooner. He apologized for not trying hard enough to find me. It’s not as if he had Fergus’s money – Fergus cut him off when Jonas fell in love with an African-American woman.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Fergus is that much of an asshole. God, why did I never see it? Anyhow, that didn’t bother Jonas – he’s always trod his own path. He and my mother were extremely close. I think that’s why he and I were too. He was the best brother to me.”
Ivo kissed her temple. “Then I’m glad he’s back in your life.”
“Me too. The reason I called him was his relationship with my mom. She used to confide things in him, him being older than me so I want to know if she told him anything that could have affect me, that I’ve buried.” She looked up at Ivo. “Ivo…the conversation we had, about kids, I want to do my best to repair any psychological damage so that we can at least talk about kids. The thought of bearing your son, seeing him, all dark curls and big green eyes, makes my heart sing. But until I can be sure that I won’t be a danger to them, or neglectful or…”
“Ssh, you’re overthinking this. We have plenty of time and if we decide not to have kids, then so be it. But I think it’s a good thing you reconnected with your brother anyway. I can’t wait to meet him.”
Sofia felt a rush of pure love flood through her. “God, Ivo Zacca, I think you might be the most perfect guy.”
“Ha,” Ivo grinned a crooked smile at her. “I’ll remember that when I’m losing an argument.”
Sofia giggled. “Come on, let’s grab some food before we get changed. I have a feeling we’re going to need all the energy we can get tonight.”
As they reached the club, Ivo kissed her. “I’m going to lick your cunt until you drip honey, beautiful.” Sofia gave a little moan of pleasure as he nuzzled her neck.
She took him by the hand and they walked into the club. There were people already having sex, some in the glass cubicle where they had been a few weeks since. Sofia turned to Ivo and dropped one of the spaghetti straps of her dress so her breast was exposed, not caring who saw it. Ivo bent his head and sucked her nipple, his hand under her dress, inside her panties, rubbing and caressing her clit. Sofia gasped at the feel of his mouth, his hands, and the next moment, she started as she saw Penn Black enter the room. He caught her eye as Ivo made her come and Sofia gasped and shuddered through her climax.
“Ivo,” she whispered and nodded to Penn. She couldn’t believe she felt no shame or embarrassment. Ivo turned and smiled at Penn, who was gazing at Sofia.
“Come join us,” Ivo said and Penn nodded. He walked over, and with a brief glance at Ivo, bent his head and took the same nipple into his mouth as Ivo dropped to his knees, his head under dress, his tongue making contact with Sofia’s clit. A small crowd had gathered to watch them, the three beautiful people enjoying each other’s bodies.
“Fuck her!” One said coarsely and Ivo chuckled.
“Oh, we will…if the lady wants us to.”
Sofia was almost delirious with pleasure. “God, yes…yes…”
Ivo and Penn exchanged a conspiratorial gla
nce. “Brother?” Penn said and Ivo nodded.
“Blood brothers.”
Sofia let them stripped her completely, the head mix of alcohol and desire flooding through her. Ivo slid behind her. “Open your legs wide, baby. You’re going to take both of us now.”
Sofia felt him slick her ass with lube then he was inside her as Penn thrust his cock into her cunt. They fucked her, finding a rhythm until Sofia thought she might passed out from the pleasure. She ignored the crowd watching them, forgot about everything else except being fucked by these two gorgeous men. Nothing else in the world mattered now. When her climax came, her legs trembled so badly that Ivo had to support her. The two men groaned as they came, and Sofia couldn’t believe she had done it.
They found a private, much to the dismay of their entranced audience, and recovered. Penn looked at Ivo. “Thank you, brother.”
Ivo grinned. “Don’t thank me.”
“Of course, sorry, Sofia, beautiful girl, thank you.”
With a questioning glance at Ivo, who nodded, Sofia leaned over and kissed Penn on the mouth, gently. “My pleasure. Literally,” she grinned at their amusement. “Now, fellas, seeing as I’m naked, doesn’t seem fair that you’re both fully dressed.”
She lay down on her side, on the large bed, and gestured. “Strip for me, guys.”
Ivo laughed at her obvious pleasure. “You’re taking to this really quickly.”
Sofia grinned at him and Penn. “I’m surprised too. I guess we found the right combination, Penn.”
He bent to kiss her mouth then looked at Ivo. “Friend, never would I have expected you would be so open-minded. And I promise you, I will respect your and Sofia’s wishes at all times. If you want me to go…”
“No,” both Ivo and Sofia shook their heads and spoke in unison. Penn laughed.
“Then I am honored.”
Ivo went to lay by Sofia’s side. “Come lay down with us.”
Ivo’s arms wrapped around her, Sofia smiled at Penn as he lay down beside her. He stroked her cheek. She really was so beautiful it made his chest hurt. For a moment, he thought about Tamara, back in New York, and wondering if she would consider this cheating, or if she’d be a cheerleader. They hadn’t discussed threesomes, and somehow, he thought she might be too jealous to share him with another woman. He wouldn’t tell her about this night.
Ivo was kissing his wife tenderly and the love between him and Sofia was palpable. Love and trust. Penn stroked Sofia’s thigh, slipping his hand between her legs to caress her clit. She shivered with pleasure. Ivo smiled at Penn. “Touch her belly, it drives her crazy.”
Sofia gave a moan as both of the men stroked the soft skin of her abdomen. When Penn returned his hand to her cunt, he found her wet. Sofia was kissing Ivo. “I want to suck your cock while Penn fucks me,” she whispered to him and grinning, Ivo indicated he and Penn should swap places.
“Take her from behind while I lick her pussy,” he said and Sofia giggled at his coarse talk. She took Ivo’s cock into her mouth as Ivo found her clit with his tongue, and Penn, so turned on by the beautiful couple, thrust first into her cunt, then into her ass.
The next few hours were a blur of sex, laughter, passion, kissing. They played with a few of the toys, paddling each other, Sofia asking for the crop across her belly and buttocks, but they were mostly just a writhing pile of arms and legs and tongues.
Finally, just before four a.m., they left the club, Ivo with his arm around Sofia’s shoulder as she held Penn’s hand. He said good bye to them at the taxi stand. He kissed Sofia’s cheek and hugged Ivo hard.
“You have no idea what tonight meant to me, both of you. You’re a lucky man, Zacca.”
Ivo grinned. “When we get settled in our new apartment, you must come and stay.”
“I would like that.”
Sofia squeezed his hand “Soon, Penn. I hate to think that you’re alone and unhappy.”
Penn hugged her tightly. “Tonight showed me that I’ll never be alone. I love you both.”
At home, Sofia and Ivo showered. “What an incredible night,” she sighed as he soaped her body, “I don’t think my vagina will be happy in the morning but, god, it was worth it.”
“Talking of which…” Grinning, Ivo thrust into her again and Sofia, gasping, wincing slightly as he filled her sore cunt, began to smile.
“You are insatiable.”
“And you are a goddess.” They made love slowly, Ivo being more careful now. And afterward they feel asleep in each other’s arms.
At seven a.m., Ivo’s father called them to tell them that Adria was dead.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ivo looked as if his heart had been ripped from his chest. Three days since his beloved Mama had died and he behaved as if he were walking around in a dream.
Adria had underplayed the cancer, it seemed, but even that wasn’t what killed her. A heart attack, from nowhere. Sofia, in shock too, knew what it felt like when someone beloved just was gone in an instant and she tried to support Ivo as best she could, as well a shell-chocked, distraught Walter, but she felt overwhelmed.
Because of Adria’s status, her celebrity, it was international news and both Ivo and Walter were besieged by press. Desiree and Sofia fended the questions away as best as they could while Walter and Ivo arranged for Adria’s body to be flown back to Los Angeles. She had wanted, even after the divorce, to be married next to Walter when he went, and they had purchased adjoining plots at Forest Lawns years ago. Her funeral would be attended by all the biggest stars and movie execs, and Sofia wondered, in the melee, where the family came into it. Ivo simply hadn’t been ready to lose his mother. He moved through the days barely speaking, or eating. He wasn’t sleeping.
She went to find him now. He was packing to fly to Los Angeles ahead of her to arrange the funeral and to take his heartbroken father back home. Walter was a broken man, simply moving through his days like an automaton. Ivo had wanted Sofia to go with him, but Jonas had booked his flight and would be in Paris later that day, and Ivo told her he thought she should stay.
“You don’t understand the craziness of the press around Hollywood,” he told her. “They won’t leave you alone. Here, at least it’s controlled. And now Jonas will be here, I think it’s best you stay.”
Sofia was heartbroken that she wouldn’t be at Adria’s funeral but she could see his point of view. “What about you, Ivo? Won’t you need me there?”
Ivo kissed her then leaned his forehead against hers. “Every moment. But I’ll come back immediately after the funeral. I’m sorry I won’t be able to spend more than this evening with Jonas.”
“There’ll be other times.”
“I know.”
Sofia had called Penn and Ivo’s friend assured her would look out for Ivo for her. “As long as you’ll be safe, I can take care of Ivo, lovely Sofia.”
Sofia was amazed that there was no awkwardness between her and Penn, that their sexual encounter was viewed by all as a wonderful night. She wondered idly if they would ever repeat it then felt guilty about thinking about sex at such an awful time.
They went to pick Jonas up from the airport, and when she saw him trudging through the Arrivals gate, looking like a bedraggled hipster, Sofia burst into tears and ran to him. They hugged for a long time, both in tears, before Sofia calmed herself enough to introduce him to a patient Ivo.
Jonas shook his hand. “I’m so sorry about your mom, dude, so very sorry. One of the all-time greats.”
Ivo looked as if he might be overcome with emotion for a second, then nodded. “She was, thank you. It’s really good to meet you at last, Jonas.”
“You too, man. Thanks for helping my sister, for saving her life. I just…I should have been here.”
Sofia slipped her hands into both of theirs. “Come on, you two. No time for what ifs. We have to be thankful for what we have now.”
They decided to eat at Ivo’s hotel. Despite his protestations, Ivo had secured Jonas a suite near to
their own and, after seven hours plus of travelling, Jonas didn’t have the energy to argue.
“You’d be doing me a favor too,” Ivo said. “While I’m in Los Angeles, it’ll make me feel better to know you’re near to Sofia.”
Jonas nodded. “Fair enough…although I do have to tell you, Sofia can kick my ass anyway. Not sure how much help I’d be.”
Ivo smiled for the first time in days. “Don’t I know it?”
Sofia grinned at them both. “My two favorite men in the world, right here.”
Jonas told them that, after the abduction attempt, Fergus had slunk back to New York with his head between his tail. Jonas obviously had no time for his father. “He’s just fucking around now, sleeping with all his friend’s wives. Drinking too much. Honestly, I think he lost it when Mom died,” he said to Sofia, clearly meaning her Mom. It touched Sofia’s heart to hear him refer to her that way. “She kept him steady, balanced. For all his faults, I truly believed he loved her entirely. That’s why he wants you back.”
“Then maybe he shouldn’t have thrown Sofia out in the first place.” Ivo’s voice was like ice and Jonas nodded.
“Totally agree, my friend.”
“But, then again, I might never have met you,” Sofia said and Ivo shook his head.
“We would have found our way to each other somehow.” He looked at Jonas. “How about you, Jonas? Is it Megan?”
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