Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
As for our daily life, Giovanni and Fiero do the cooking, Matteo and I clean up after meals, and we all share in the other housework. Aside from the bread, I’m still not much of a cook – why would I need to be, with Fiero and Giovanni around?
While the dough rises, I get the sheets from the dryer and make up the bed in the guest room. My parents will arrive tomorrow for their first visit.
My mom is actually excited about coming, but it’s been a long journey for her to come around to any positive emotions about my decision to live in Italy.
When I got back to school after my visit here last year, I called her and broke the news that my post-graduation plans had changed. Several FaceTime calls followed, along with pleas, tears, and – eventually – acceptance.
I’m not sure she cared at all that I was in a relationship with three men; she just wanted me to come home.
My family met the Bestia men at graduation. Giovanni flew over to attend the ceremony too, so all three of them were there.
My dad seemed baffled by the relationship dynamics, but he was happy seeing me so happy. My mom and Izzy were clearly dazzled by my men – because everyone is – and meeting Matteo, Fiero, and Giovanni, and seeing what good men they are, went a long way toward my mom’s acceptance of my new plans.
Izzy, though shocked that her good-girl sister Dani had done something so daring, was both impressed and supportive. She visited us a few months ago, and we had a wonderful time together.
Just as I’m taking the bread out of the big stone oven that came with the house, Matteo arrives home from the university.
“It smells delicious, amore.” Coming up behind me when I’m clear of the hot pan, he wraps his arms around my middle and hugs me close. “I missed you today.”
“You say that every day.” My Italian has improved so much that we speak it most of the time, but sometimes the men like to practice their English.
“It’s true every day.” He spins me in his arms so that I’m facing him, and gives me a kiss that demonstrates how much he means his words. A kiss that makes my knees weak, and reminds me of some of our first kisses, those forbidden ones when he was my professor and I was his student.
My arms go around his neck, and I pull him closer still, those old memories making it hard to believe, even after all this time, that he’s mine.
The door opens again and Fiero comes in, his face a bit red, and his hair looking like he’s been running his hands through it. It’s not an uncommon look for him after long days in the studio, molding materials as he brings his imagination to life.
“How was your day, brother?” Fiero asks.
“The usual. You?”
“Better than usual.” Fiero gives me a wink, before coming over to follow it up with a kiss, even as I’m still wrapped in Matteo’s arms.
“Another midday quickie?” Matteo asks with a chuckle, giving my ass a playful squeeze.
I shrug and smile. “When I take lunch out to him in the studio, sometimes we get carried away.”
“Now you know especially why I miss you when I’m at work, amore mio.” Matteo moves me out of his brother’s reach and gives me another kiss, but he’s just playing. They both share me quite generously, every day, in various, delicious ways.
Matteo pulls out a chair and sits, bringing me down to straddle his lap. I stroke my fingers over his short beard, smoothing it, before returning my focus to his mouth. As we kiss, and things get hotter, his cock prods my leg through our clothing.
I waste no time releasing it, sliding my hands over the smooth length of him as he grows under my touch. Glancing over my shoulder briefly, I find Fiero leaning against the counter, one ankle crossed over the other in a casual pose as he watches us.
Turns out, as much as he likes to participate, he likes to watch, too. All three of them do. And I like being watched.
I feel the weight of Fiero’s gaze as I lift my skirt, slide my panties to the side, and sink down onto his brother’s hard cock.
“I took her against the wall at lunch,” Fiero says, a little payback for Matteo being possessive.
Matteo’s cock swells inside me. Whether he’s envisioning the scene or wishing it had been him, I’m not sure, but Fiero’s taunt adds fuel to the fire of Matteo’s passion, and I’m the lucky one who benefits.
Matteo’s hands hold my hips tightly as he thrusts upward, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping wet pussy. He nips at my neck, and sucks the tender skin into his mouth to soothe the bites.