by Selena Kitt
And she was right. Of course she was.
“I don’t know… why me?” I wondered aloud, touching the necklace I always wore now—the emerald eye of Beatrice, who went to hell and was redeemed in the end.
“The real Beatrice was an inspiration to Dante Alighieri, the man,” she reminded me. “She was his savior, the woman who saved him from himself.”
I shrugged. “I don’t think I’m saving anyone.”
“Sure you are.” Cara Lucia smiled and poured more tea. “Yourself.”
* * * *
I stormed into our flat, ready to tell both Mason and Nico the story of my job interview, which included a fat, old Italian man who looked down my blouse the whole time and put his hand on my knee and asked if I liked cream—cream, emphasized with waggling eyebrows and all—in my tea, but by the time I’d put my purse down and taken off my heels, I realized no one was home.
At least, that’s what I thought at first.
I started back to our bedroom—we’d been sleeping in Mason’s room, although it really belonged to all three of us now—when I saw the bathroom door was ajar. The shower was running.
Well, I decided, at least I could tell someone about my horrible interview.
I pushed the door open, ready to tell my story, when I heard Mason moan.
“Ahhh god, that’s good,” he groaned.“Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
Do what? I wondered. I stood still in the doorway, my head cocked, listening.
“It’s not hard.” That was Nico’s voice. He was in the shower too.
“I beg to differ.”
Nico chuckled. “You can try if you want.”
Try…what? I crept closer, glancing at the mirror, so fogged with steam I couldn’t see myself. How long had they been in there?
Now Nico was moaning.
“Yes, yes,” he urged. “Oh that’s good. Suck it!”
My jaw dropped and I took another step toward the shower, too curious for my own good. I probably should have just walked away, but I couldn’t. The sound of them together made my heart pound and my ass clench. It was so hot I could have melted into a puddle right there on the bathroom floor.
“Fuck,” Mason panted. “This makes my dick so hard.”
And my pussy wet, I thought, my fingers reaching for the edge of the shower curtain. It was a light powder blue color to match the rugs—a hand-me-down from Nico’s other sister, Giulia. I knew what I was going to see if I pulled that curtain aside, and yes, god yes, I did want to see it… but I was hesitant to let them know I was there.
“That’s it,” Nico encouraged. “Stroke that hard cock while you suck my dick. That’s so good!”
I bit my lip, using one finger to pull the curtain, just an inch or two, enough so I could peek in. Mason was on his knees, Nico’s cock buried in his mouth, his own cock a blur, his fist moving like lightning between his legs. The water poured down over Nico’s shoulders and chest and belly. Thankfully, his eyes were closed, his head back, a hand on Mason’s head, guiding him. Mason’s back was to me, and he was too busy to notice me standing there watching.
“Come here.” Nico’s eyes opened and I shrank back, but I couldn’t stop watching. The two of them together like that was too compelling. Thankfully they didn’t see me. Mason stood and the two men kissed, their tongues thrashing, the shower beating down on their wet heads. I watched Nico reach down and grab Mason’s cock in his hand, tugging gently. Mason did the same to Nico, stroking nice and easy as they kissed.
“I’ll let you fuck my ass if you want it,” Nico whispered, hooking his leg around Mason, pulling him in close. I heard Mason moan, heard the lust in it, and I couldn’t help lifting my skirt, nudging my panties aside so I could touch myself while I watched.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that…” Mason hesitated, running a hand through his hair, but the hand yanking on his cock looked like it was really beginning to change his mind.
“Whenever you want.” Nico smiled, his eyes searching Mason’s under the heat of the water, and that’s when he saw me. I had my fingers in my panties, rubbing at my little clit, but he couldn’t see any of that—just the top part of my head at the edge of the curtain. His eyebrows went up and he grinned. “Well, it looks like we have company.”
I shrank back, swallowing hard, calling out, “I’m sorry. I just got back from my interview.”
Mason peeked his head out, blinking and wiping water out of his eyes. “How did it go?”
“I didn’t get the job.” Telling them about the old, perverted Italian man seemed irrelevant now.
Mason grimaced. “I told you not to go. You were far too overqualified for that job.”
“Poor bella.” Nico was looking out at me over Mason’s head. “Why don’t you come in here and let us cheer you up?”
“Really?” I stood, hesitant. “I don’t want to…interrupt.”
“Get in here,” Mason insisted, rolling his eyes.
I stripped down to nothing, leaving my skirt and blouse and stockings on the floor, joining them naked in the shower. Mason wrapped me in his arms, kissing me deeply, and Nico slid his arms around my waist from behind. I could feel the press of his cock against my ass, so very hard. They must have been playing for a long time. They were both full to bursting, cocks red and balls drawn tight.
“Are you mad?” Mason whispered, brushing a wet strand of hair from my face.
I looked at him, confused. “About what?”
He looked over at Nico and shrugged. “About… this? Us together?”
It took me a moment to realize what he meant. “Are you kidding me?” I grinned. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever walked in on. And I just got invited to the party. I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.”
Mason smiled, his hands roaming over my breasts. Nico was already cupping my mound from behind, his fingers working between the slippery lips of my pussy. I moaned and leaned back against Nico as his fingers slipped inside, fingering me gently. Mason thumbed my nipples and then leaned in to tongue them, the heat of the shower and my own lust making me dizzy.
“I want that pussy.” Mason looked at Nico. “Hold her.”
Nico grabbed me around the waist, lifting, and Mason squatted down, putting my legs over his shoulders, and then stood. I squealed, feeling my whole body rising into the air, Nico holding me from behind and Mason from the front, his face buried between my legs. The water was beating down on his head, spraying my belly and pussy, threatening to drown him, but he didn’t let me go, his tongue thrashing against my clit, a ruthless storm.
Then he sank his fingers into me, the wet slosh of my pussy as he fucked me echoing against the tile. I cried out, straining and bucking in their arms, caught between the two of them, feeling my orgasm rising like a swell.
“Oh yes!” I cried, throwing my head back against Nico’s shoulder, Mason’s mouth fastened over my mound, relentless. “Oh I’m gonna come!”
The rapid pulse of my pussy around Mason’s fingers told him that much. My climax was a rolling assault from every nerve in my body, shaking me to my core. Mason slowly lowered my limp body, but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he wrapped my legs around his waist, aiming his cock for my center. Nico was nestled in behind me, and I remembered being like this that first time, when we all had taken a shower together. It felt like so long ago, a lifetime.
“I’m going to fuck her cunt.” Mason met Nico’s eyes as he slid his cock into my pussy. His next words sent a jolt through me. “You can have her ass for now… Maybe someday you can have mine.”
I groaned, clinging to him, feeling his cock throbbing inside of me as Nico soaped up his cock, using it as lubricant. When I felt him pressing against my ass, I cried out, my teeth grazing Mason’s shoulder. He held me still, holding my ass open and steady.
“Easy,” Mason urged. “Oh god. I can feel your cock going into her ass…”
So could I. My nails dug into Mason’s back, the stretch and
burn between my legs almost too much to bear.
“Ohhh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod!” I gasped as Nico pressed his cock in deep, only a thin membrane separating his cock from Mason’s inside of him.
“Oh she’s so tight,” Nico groaned, his hands on my ass too, both of them holding me up.
“Her pussy feels like a fifteen-year-old’s,” Mason gasped.
“So big,” I managed to choke out, holding on for dear life as they both began to fuck me, filling me completely with their cocks.
“Are you all right?” Nico panted, but he didn’t stop fucking my ass. “Oh god, bella, your fucking ass is so good!”
“Yes!” I turned my head, kissing him, sucking at his tongue. “It’s good! Oh yes! So good!”
Mason groaned and his fingers dug into my ass, leaving instant bruises. “Fuck! Fuck! Gonna come!”
They were both raising and lowering me on their dicks in rhythm, thrusting up hard.
Nico broke our kiss to cry out, “Me too! Oh god! I’m going to fill your little asshole!”
And then they were both bombarding me with cum, fucking me with brutal, primal lust, all thought gone. I felt each pulsing swell of their cocks together inside of me, emptying themselves with astonishing force. I just hung on and whimpered until it was over and they slowly pulled out, lowering my feet to the tub floor and sandwiching me between them with kisses.
Then we actually showered, washing our own bodies and each other’s, teasing and playful, slowly coming back to some semblance of reality. They both got out first, toweling off, while I washed my hair. By the time I joined them in the bedroom, they were already getting dressed.
“I’m hungry,” I complained. I’d been too nervous to eat before the interview. Now I was starving.
“You’re always hungry.” Nico buttoned his jeans, reaching for a shirt.
I perked up. “Are you cooking?”
“I thought we’d go out to dinner,” Mason suggested. “Down in the Piazza.”
“Where?” Nico frowned. He was so picky about where he would eat. “The tourists are coming back. I don’t want to go anywhere trendy.”
Mason smiled. “It’s a surprise.”
So we went.
The sun was high and bright. The weather had shifted from spring to early summer, the shade of the canopy on the water-bus a welcome relief from the sun, a breeze off the water cooling my skin as I sat between the two of them, holding each of their hands. I saw a blond woman looking at us curiously. She’d noticed Mason getting on, helping me in, and then I’d seen her looking appreciatively at Nico as well.
They’re mine, I thought, hiding a secret smile. I could hardly believe it myself.
“So where is this surprise?” Nico followed Mason through the crowds in the Piazza and I tagged along behind. Tourist season was in full swing, vendors at every corner of the square, people crowded on benches, standing together and smiling, taking pictures near the statues.
Mason halted abruptly and Nico managed to stop, but I didn’t. It was like running into a wall.
“There’s nothing here.” Nico stated the obvious.
Shops and restaurants lined the square, but we’d stopped in front of an empty building, a sign in the window: Vendita.
For sale.
“How do you like our new restaurant?” Mason was trying to hide a smile.
My jaw dropped. “What did you do?”
“Instead of investing my money in my father’s franchise, I thought I’d invest it here.” Mason turned to Nico. “And of course, I’ll need a good local chef.”
“You’re kidding me?” Nico said in English, turning to look at the front of the restaurant. It was in the old part of the Piazza, the architecture traditional, beautiful high arches and decorative scrollwork.
“What shall we call it?” Mason asked, pulling a key out of his pocket and opening the door. Inside was even more beautiful that out.
“How about Dani’s?” Nico offered, putting an arm around my waist.
I looked at Mason with tears in my eyes, overwhelmed with his generosity. “How about Bella’s?”
“Beautiful,” he said, and it was.
Mason turned to me, slipping his arm around my waist too. “You know, I’m also going to need a hostess. Someone to run the front of the restaurant. Someone who speaks fluent Italian…”
I grinned up at him. “I may know someone who could fill that position for you.”
“I thought you might.” Mason kissed the top of my head.
“Bella’s,” Nico said softly, glancing down at me. “It’s perfect.”
And it was.
Epilogue
Dear Carrie and Doc,
We did it. I walked down the aisle wearing the dress Mama Dorotea made for me. (She finally forgave us, although she still doesn’t quite understand our “arrangement!”) Picture (and I’m enclosing many of them!) me walking down the aisle, Mason dressed in a tux, and Nico right beside him, his best man.
They’re both my best men.
I’m so sorry Janie got so sick and you couldn’t make it! We were all looking forward to seeing you. My mother didn’t make it either, if it makes you feel any better, and she didn’t have anywhere near as good an excuse. She never wanted me to come to Italy in the first place, and I’m sure she isn’t happy that I’m staying. But I’m happy. So very happy. I’m wearing two rings now, one on each hand.
I don’t have to tell you how amazing the honeymoon was. We decided not to go anywhere at all. What’s better than Venice in the summer?
Gianni Bonaccorsi catered the wedding for us for free. He was so thrilled when we opened Bella’s, said he welcomed the competition from anyone as talented as Nico. So now Mason is handling the business side of our new restaurant venture, Nico is cooking, and I’m running the front of the restaurant. It’s perfection.
And if that wasn’t enough, I have even more amazing news…
* * * *
I fantasized planning some amazing, romantic way to tell them, but when it came right down to it, the minute I found out, I just couldn’t wait.
I was out of breath already, but I ran into Bella’s, past the hostess we’d hired to give me a little break once in a while, winding my way through the maze of tables to the back of the restaurant.
Nico was in the middle of poaching eggs and I dragged him into Mason’s office while he called to his sous chef, “Watch the salmon!”
“Well, hi there.” Mason glanced up at the two of us, Nico’s chef hat askew, my face flushed. “What’s up?”
I just blurted it out. “I’m pregnant.”
Both men stared at me in disbelief. Nico turned to me, jaw dropped. Mason stood, holding onto the edge of his desk.
“Whose…?” Nico looked at me, then at Mason.
“Whose is it?” Mason echoed.
I laughed, my hands on my hips. “Does it really matter?”
Then they were both pulling me into their arms, and we laughed and cried and hugged.
It didn’t matter. We were together. We were going to be a real family.
And that was all that really mattered.
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Like any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr-and wants nothing more than to make others purr right along with her! Pleasure is her middle name, whether it's a short cat nap stretched out in the sun or a long kitty bath. She makes it a priority to explore all the delightful distractions she can find, and follow her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to lead her.
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She also loves bellydancing and photogr
aphy.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
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We ended up closing the place down, John and I. Kelly and Chris headed home about midnight, and I sat and finished another bottle of wine while I watched John move among the tables, talking and laughing. He helped me on with my coat when it was time to go, and held my elbow as we walked to the car.
“Are you drunk?” he asked me as he got into driver’s side.
I looked over at him in the dimness. “Are you mad?