An American in Venice (Wanderlust Book 2)

by Vicki Savage

“You know I’m right.” I picked up the box once more and handed it to Enzo. “And just as soon as we get the last of these boxes inside, you’ll speak with her.”

  “Could you at least be there with me? Just in case I make a mess of things.”

  “You won’t.” I turned toward the apartment building. “But if it will make you feel any better, then yes, I’ll go with you. You need to do the talking, however.” I felt that this part was important. Enzo needed to gain his self-confidence back. What better way to do so than to confront his biggest fear and tell someone he cared about his deepest, darkest secret? No matter what happened, I knew Amber wouldn’t hate him for it. She might not be into a threesome, but she’d respect him for being honest. Based on our conversations, I suspected she’d even like him more for it.

  “Come on, let’s go.” I closed the trunk and picked up the box. “The sooner we get inside, the sooner we can tell her.” And the sooner I could find out if Amber was the woman for us. I hadn’t told Enzo, but I had a sneaking suspicion Amber was the one we had been searching for, the one who’d make us complete. If that was the case, then we were both about to get very lucky, and Amber was about to have the best night of her life.

  ****

  “This is the last of it,” I said as I put the box down next to the bed in what was now Amber’s room.

  “Thanks.” Amber opened the box in front of her and grimaced. “I spent most of the morning packing. The thought of taking all of this out of boxes is so unappealing right now.”

  “Why don’t you take a break in the living room? I could make us some espresso.” I glanced at Enzo, who couldn’t seem to stop staring at her breasts.

  “That sounds lovely.” She turned to go. When Enzo didn’t immediately follow, I gave him a nudge.

  “Go on, this is our chance.”

  “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  He glanced at Amber’s retreating form. “Maybe I should make the espresso.”

  “No.” I grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face me. “You want her, right?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  On impulse, I gave him a quick, hard kiss. “Then go get her.”

  “But.”

  “Go.” I tapped him on his firm ass and turned him toward the door. “If it sounds like you’re flailing around out there, I’ll come help. I won’t let you drown.”

  He took in a deep breath, then let it out. “Okay.” He flexed his fingers and offered me a weak smile. “Here goes nothing.”

  “You’ll be fine. Promise.” I followed him out into the living room, noticed Amber making herself comfortable on the couch, then forced myself out into the kitchen. As I started making the drinks, I concentrated on the conversation in the other room.

  “Can I sit here?” Enzo asked.

  “Of course.”

  An awkward silence followed, and I peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Both Enzo and Amber looked rather uncomfortable, sitting next to each other on the couch. It was if they were both in high school, not adults. It took all of my willpower to not go out there and just take charge. Enzo needed this, I reminded myself. The truth was, I needed this too. Far too many years had gone by while I made all of the decisions. It was past time that Enzo started doing things for himself.

  “Can I ask you a question?” she asked.

  “Sure,” Enzo said.

  “I noticed that there is only one other bedroom besides mine. Where do you both sleep?”

  “I, uh … I …” Enzo rubbed the back of his neck.

  She widened her eyes. “You both sleep in the same bed?”

  When Enzo didn’t immediately respond, I quickly finished up the drinks and placed them on the platter.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked as I entered the room.

  “I guess we didn’t know if you’d accept us,” I said. “We had become such good friends. We didn’t want to ruin that.”

  “I’d never not like you because you are into men. I’m not homophobic.” She sounded a little offended.

  “Well, we’re into more than just dating…” Enzo cleared his throat and averted his gaze. I put down the tray and held my breath. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

  “More?” Amber asked as she turned toward him. “What else are you into?” She widened her eyes and waved her hands in front of her face. “No wait, don’t tell me. It’s none of my business.”

  I knew it was time to take charge. While Enzo was confident during sex, his timid nature outside the bedroom was going to cause us to lose Amber.

  He hadn’t always been like this. Back before the accident, Enzo was strong and alpha both in the bedroom and out. Getting hurt had changed him. I had thought talking to Amber might have helped get his confidence back. I was wrong. Hopefully I could salvage this moment before things got any worse.

  “What Enzo is trying to say is that we are a couple, yes, but our uniqueness doesn’t stop there.” I moved to the chair across from them and sat with my legs open. Immediately, Amber’s gaze fell to my lap, where I knew she could see my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.

  “We are devoted to each other, but sometimes we enjoy having a third person play with us in the bedroom.” I paused, letting her digest this new information.

  Instead of looking shocked, Amber seemed intrigued. “A third person, as in another man?”

  “A woman,” Enzo said before I could respond. His voice was rough and caveman-like.

  “Yes, a woman.” I smiled at Enzo and returned my attention to Amber. “Enzo and I like to be with both men and women. It’s the person, rather than the gender, that we’re attracted to. As you can imagine, not everyone is accepting of this type of lifestyle.”

  “It doesn’t bother me. I used to know quite a few people who were into both men and women.”

  I glanced and Enzo. “You did?”

  “Yes.” She stared at her hands in her lap. “But that was a long time ago.”

  “Why did you lose touch?”

  She shrugged and glanced at me. “I’m a half a world away now, and I’m not very good at writing.”

  “I see.”

  She cleared her throat. “How often do you … have women over?”

  “Not often. In fact, we haven’t played with a woman in almost a year.” I smiled to myself when I saw her realize the connection. Since meeting her, we had stopped seeing other women.

  “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Enzo said. “And we probably won’t have another woman over again. It’s just that…”

  I shifted in my seat, trying to alleviate some of the growing pressure between my legs. “If you are going to live with us, then you should know everything about us.”

  “Yes, I should.” She hesitated, then leaned back against the couch. “I had never participated in a threesome myself, but I knew someone who did. She said it was an amazing experience.”

  “Did she?” Enzo turned on the sofa until he faced her. Excitement lit his features, and I silently motioned for him to calm down. Just because she knew of someone who had participated in a ménage didn’t mean she was interested in one herself.

  Amber smiled at Enzo. “Yes. I was quite curious about it and asked a lot of questions. In the end, I decided it wasn’t for me.”

  “You seem disappointed,” I said, directing her attention back to me.

  “I was.”

  “Why?”

  She furrowed her brow. “It’s a long story. I met someone…”

  “And he wasn’t up to the idea of having another man in the bedroom,” I guessed.

  “No. In fact, he didn’t like kink in the bedroom at all.” She blushed and looked away.

  “You like kink?” Enzo asked.

  She nodded. “I used to go to a BDSM club in New York. It was a lot of fun. I learned so much, not the least of which was that I’m a natural submissive.” She cleared her throat and toyed with the edge of the throw pillow nearby. “But then I met my e
x. He thought people who were into stuff like that were a bunch of freaks. I never went back.”

  So, she was a closet submissive. The news made my cock ache, and I adjusted my position once more in an effort to ease the pain. God, she was so beautiful, and to find out she was interested in kink! It was almost too good to be true. Everything about her called to me. It was difficult not to gather her into my arms and kiss every inch of her creamy skin.

  “We’re not freaks,” Enzo muttered as he fisted his hands.

  “I’ve stopped going to clubs, but every once in a while, I—I miss them.” Pink stained her cheeks as she averted her gaze. “Sometimes I think about going back. There are things I was too timid to try back then, but now that I’m older…” She hesitated and then shook her head and chuckled. “It’s silly, really. I’m probably much too old for that sort of thing now.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” I said as I inched closer. “Age is just a number. Enzo and I learned that it’s never too late to try something new.”

  Enzo nodded in agreement when she glanced over at him.

  “You think so?”

  “Honey, I know so.” I eased my fingers over her bare arms, loving the way her skin felt under my fingertips. “Now tell us, what did you want to try?”

  She cleared her throat, then looked up at me. “I have this fantasy.”

  I raised my brows when she didn’t continue. “And?”

  “Back at the club,” she said as Enzo stepped closer. “I tried a lot of different things, but it had always been a one-on-one situation. I had always wondered…”

  “You had always wondered what it would like to be part of a threesome.”

  “Not just any threesome.” She nibbled her lip in thought. “I’ve always had this fantasy about two strong men taking care of me, making sure I enjoyed myself.”

  “You want two men to dominate you,” Enzo guessed.

  She nodded. “You two ever go to the clubs?”

  “Not anymore,” I said. “But we used to. Now we just play at home.”

  She widened her eyes. “You do?”

  “I think we might be able to help you out with this fantasy,” I said.

  “That is, if you still want to try it.” Enzo’s voice sounded hesitant and unsure.

  I held my breath and waited for her to answer.

  “I think … I think I’d like that.”

  Enzo flashed me a knowing smile and stood.

  I followed his lead. “We will need a word—a safe word.”

  “Freedom,” Amber said, blurting the word out. She smiled when we both stared at her. “I’m an American after all.

  “Freedom it is, then.” I stood and wiped my hands on my jeans. I couldn’t remember when I was so nervous, or so excited. Within moments Enzo and I would get to act out our fantasy, a fantasy we only just learned Amber shared. “I’ll get the toys.”

  “Toys?” Amber asked.

  “For your enjoyment,” Enzo said as he unzipped his pants. Hooking his fingers into the waist, he tugged his clothing down his hips. His cock sprang forth, eager and ready. “But first, you need to get on your knees.”

  Amber moistened her lips as she stared at Enzo’s length. She was impressed, I could tell. I had been impressed as well when I first saw his large size.

  As she slid off the couch and onto her knees, I smiled and hurried to the bedroom. This was going to be one wild night.

  Chapter Five

  Amber

  As I knelt down, Enzo slid his thick fingers through my hair. He was surprisingly gentle, and their rough, masculine feel made heat ripple over my skin.

  Enzo was wide and thick, and as I wrapped my fingers around his base, moisture beaded at his tip. He groaned, the low, throaty sound creating a sense of urgency in my core. Tilting him up, I flicked my tongue over his tip, collecting the moisture forming there. He groaned and tightened his fingers in my hair.

  Slowly, gently, he pushed my head forward. I parted my lips, taking his erection deep into my mouth. I wanted to please him, to make him feel good. The scar on his cheek suggested that his past had been filled with pain. I wanted to take away that pain for a while and make him feel incredible.

  “Fuck, that’s amazing.” Enzo adjusted his stance, holding himself still as I moved back and forth over his length. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

  “She’s a natural,” Cal said as he entered the room. He placed some items on the coffee table, out of my field of vision, and took off his clothes. His features turned intense as he settled on the couch and stroked his cock, his gaze never leaving us.

  I loved how he looked at me. It was as if he wanted to consume every inch of my body. Heat spiraled up through my center, and my inner muscles tightened. I imagined his cock pushing inside of me, spreading me to the point of breaking.

  I slid Enzo’s cock from my mouth, then lifted it high in the air. Tilting my head, I sucked his balls, taking my time and loving the way Enzo moaned his appreciation. When I took his cock into my mouth once more, he moistened his lips and tightened his grip on my hair. He began thrusting into my mouth, pushing himself forward until he bumped the back of my throat.

  “Beautiful,” Cal said. “Simply beautiful.”

  Enzo groaned and pushed my head farther down his cock. “You better come over here and distract me soon, or this might be over before it begins.”

  Cal stood and walked over behind me. I expected him to touch me, but instead he knelt down and strapped something to my ankle. I started to turn to see what it was, but Enzo gently hooked his finger under my chin and lifted my head until I met his gaze.

  “Trust us,” he said.

  I did trust them. Cal pushed the inside of my thigh, silently urging my legs apart. I obliged, and felt something strap around my other ankle.

  “We’re almost done,” he said as he stood. Kneeling down beside me, he kissed my neck, then nibbled at the base of my throat. “Let him go, little flower,” he whispered. “Let me taste him, too.”

  His words surprised me. Enzo slid his erection from my mouth in one, smooth stroke. Cal winked at me and then flicked his tongue over his lover’s swollen tip. I watched in fascination as he clasped his hands behind his back and took Enzo into his mouth, pressing his tongue along the underside of his shaft as his slid his lips down toward his hips.

  I had never seen a man give oral before. It was hypnotizing and highly erotic. Enzo groaned as Cal moved with expert precision, using only his mouth and tongue to give pleasure. It was obvious to me he had done this for Enzo many times before.

  “Hmmm, so good,” he said when he finally retreated. “Now you try. Use just your mouth.”

  I hesitated, unsure. I had always used my hands before, but was curious to try something new. Clasping them behind my back, I rolled my tongue over Enzo’s mushroomed head, causing him to groan.

  “That’s it,” Cal encouraged. “Now take him into your mouth.”

  I followed his direction, taking as much of Enzo as I could. He seemed to swell in my mouth, filling every available inch of space. He groaned and closed his eyes as I started to move, and I could tell he liked this more than what I was doing before.

  “Yes, that’s ... nice. Very nice.” He shifted his hands to my shoulders and performed shallow thrusts. It was amazing to see him lose control like this. His pleasure sparked a deep desire in my core. I doubled my efforts, wanting to give him more.

  Something soft clasped around my wrists, holding them in place along my spine. “This is just to help you, little flower,” Cal said.

  I tried to move my hands, but found that they were held fast. Panic bolted through my center as I attempted to stand. It was then that I realized that a long, metal bar had been clamped in between my legs, holding them apart.

  “It’s okay,” Cal said soothingly. “We’d do nothing to hurt you.” As if to emphasize his point, he smoothed his fingers over my ass, then dipped them between my legs. “We only want to make you f
eel good. Real good.”

  Panic gave way to pleasure, and I groaned as he inserted a finger inside my opening. Cal slid in and out of my body, quietly building the pressure inside my core.

  “Yes, that’s it.” Enzo once more hooked his finger under my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “It feels good, yes?”

  “It feels incredible.” Remembering what I was supposed to be doing, I dropped my gaze to his cock, then took him back into my mouth.

  Chapter Six

  Enzo

  I closed my eyes as pleasure rippled down my spine. The woman had unbelievable skill. Never before had I felt anything so perfect. It was as if she knew exactly what my body needed and was all too ready to give it.

  I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised. For the past year she had been working with us, laughing with us. Every once in a while, after a particularly bad day at work, she’d even go out for drinks with us. I loved the sound of her voice and her boisterous laugh. It stood to reason that the three of them would be so in sync in the bedroom.

  I opened my eyes and looked down at the beautiful woman before me. How many nights had I dreamt of taking her long, dark hair in my hands, of pulling it back as she sucked my aching cock? I had tried to content myself on those fantasies, knowing that because of my scarred face and tragic past, such things weren’t possible. And yet here she was, pleasing me with her sweet mouth. It made me love her even more.

  Love? No, it couldn’t be love I was feeling. Pride, yes. Lust, naturally. While I enjoyed sex with a woman, I loved only Cal. This was the way it had always been, the way it would always be. I owed so much to Cal. To have such strong feelings for someone else felt almost like betrayal.

  I looked up at Cal, and as he met my gaze, I could see all of the emotion I was feeling reflected in his eyes. I wanted to pull him to me, to kiss him and show him how much I cared for him.

  “It’s all right,” Cal said. “I feel it, too.” He reached out and spread his fingers over my cheek. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

  Emotion rose up inside of me, and I found myself unable to speak. Instead, I just nodded.