Their Father Called Me Family, So His Four Sons Made Me Theirs novel · Chapter 7 of 24

Chapter 7: Two

Dario laughed against my shoulder blade. "One at a time, Prestia," he said. "Those were the rules."

"I said until I say."

"You did," he said.

"I'm saying."

I was on my knees in the middle of my own bed with Marco in front of me and Dario behind.

The lamp was on, and so far neither of them had touched anything but my skin.

An hour ago I had texted them both the same message.

It said: Cottage. Now. Don't argue.

Marco had arrived first, in his shirtsleeves, and stood in the arch looking at me with his glasses in his hand.

Dario had arrived four minutes later and said, "Oh, you're kidding me," and then, "Yes. Yes. Hello."

They were not shy about one another.

I had expected more tension.

Instead Marco looked at his brother once, measuring, and Dario lifted both hands and said, "I know. I'm lucky. I'll behave."

"You won't," Marco said.

"No."

That was the whole negotiation.

They had undressed me together.

Marco took the zipper and Dario took the clasp of my bra, and neither of them said a word about it.

Now Dario's mouth moved across my shoulders, open and slow.

His hand slid around my hip and cupped me from behind, and I pushed back into his palm.

Marco watched his brother's fingers disappear into me and said nothing at all.

His thumb found my nipple instead and rolled it until I shivered.

"Two of you," I said unsteadily. "God. I can't tell whose hands are whose."

"Good," Marco said.

"That's the idea," said Dario against my ear.

Dario's fingers moved in slow circles, and Marco's thumb tightened, and I tipped my head back onto Marco's shoulder and moaned.

Marco caught my moan with his mouth.

He kissed me hard and deep while his brother worked me open from behind, and I came close to the edge and hung there.

Then Marco pulled back and took my chin in one hand.

"Last time I took nothing," he said. "Tonight you ask me for it."

"Marco," I said.

"Ask."

"Fuck me."

"Better," he said. "Again."

"Marco. Fuck me. Please. I need your cock."

His eyes darkened, and he nodded, once.

"Turn around."

I turned on my hands and knees.

My face was inches from Dario, who sat against the headboard with his shirt off and his rings glinting.

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