Leila
“I’ve had guns pointed at my head countless times. Been betrayed by one of my own men. Been thrown in a fucking river… but I never knew what true fear was until today,” Massimo said solemnly.
“Hey, I’m a good driver!”
“And she had a good teacher,” Carmine said from the back seat.
“Maybe you should get over one more lane?” Stefano suggested from his position behind me.
“She’s got this,” Carmine insisted, and I was grateful for his vote of confidence.
“Yeah. I’ve driven on the tollway before.”
“For about three miles,” Stefano pointed out.
“Not helping,” I said.
He reached forward, squeezing my shoulder. My body craved his touch, and I leaned my head against his hand, causing the car to swerve.
“Not helping,” Massimo growled.
Feeling chastised, I focused all my attention on the highway ahead of me. All joking aside, it was a big deal for them to let me drive. Not just because I was a new driver, but because it represented a loss of control for them. Even now, I knew that somewhere back there was a car full of Massimo’s men. They were keeping their distance, but they’d be near enough if we needed help. If the windows of this car hadn’t been tinted so dark, there’s no way Massimo would’ve let me drive.
But we had a deal—I was in control of the car, but later tonight in the hotel room, they’d be in control of me. The thought excited me so much that I squeezed my thighs together. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a raised eyebrow from Massimo, but he didn’t say anything.
But then, a few miles later, he did. “That’s the exit up there.”
I’d been pretty sure it was, but I was grateful for the confirmation. Most drivers used GPS, but since I’d had such a late start using computers, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. Still, technology played a far bigger role in my life now that Stefano had taught me how to use it.
And now that Massimo trusted me to use it safely.
I had to keep a lot of secrets these days, but that was okay with me. The biggest secret was that I was in love with three men—and they were in love with me.
Under Massimo’s direction, we made it to the university and parked in the visitor’s parking lot. “Who’s my husband today?”
“Me,” Stefano said, and I smiled at him in the rearview mirror.
During the tour of Bradley University, Carmine has posed as my husband. At the University of Chicago, Massimo had. Or, well, pose probably wasn’t the right word, since he was my legal spouse. But in my heart, they were all my husbands.
It was pleasant, touring the campus while holding Stefano’s hand. Of the three of them, he was the least intimidating-looking. In fact, with his boyish charm, people seemed to flock to him. I loved the interaction with regular, ordinary people. I didn’t always get to experience that back in Chicago.
“What do you think?” Stefano squeezed his arm around my shoulders.
“It’s a beautiful campus. But… a bit far from you all.” Madison was not that, but still, it wasn’t the kind of drive or flight you’d make every weekend. Of course, I wasn’t even sure I would be going away to school. Several programs had virtual options, and Stefano had given me my own computer setup. He’d offered to convert one of the guestrooms at the house into an office for me, but I preferred to work near him.
He leaned in close, his nose nuzzling my ear. “And what do you think’s going to happen when we get to the hotel?”
Excitement spiked through me. “Good things.”
“That’s right,” he whispered. “Good things. But also some hard things, as well. Very, very hard things.”
I grinned but urged him to be good—at least until the four of us were alone.
And then, a few hours later, we were. In the best suite of a hotel where no one knew us. And where Massimo’s men were on a different floor. That meant I could be with the men I loved with no interruptions for the whole night.
I looked out the window from the penthouse suite while my guys carried in our luggage. Carmine set my suitcase down next to me. “You know, this feels a little lighter than usual.”
I turned, rolling my eyes. “I’ve told you, those trunks weren’t full when I arrived in Chicago.” I’d already confessed how my parents had sent that much stuff just to keep up appearances.
Stefano grinned as he sat on a sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him. “I don’t think that’s what he meant.”
I looked up at Carmine and was instantly suspicious by the evil smile on his face. He picked up my suitcase by the handle, as if weighing it. “Yeah, it feels really light. I think you forgot to pack a nightgown.”
“And panties,” Stefano added.
“What?” I snatched my case and set it on the bed, opening it up. “You guys took out half my clothes!”
“And you’re what, surprised?” Massimo asked.
Well… no. Not really. They were always doing things like this. And I couldn’t claim to mind because it often led to spectacular sex. Still, I frowned as I rifled through what was left of my things. “You even took out my purple lace bra. That’s my sexiest one.”
“It’s sexier when you’re not wearing one,” Carmine said.
Behind him, Stefano grinned. “Bouncier, too.”
I tried to act mad. “Whatever. I still have the one I’m wearing today.”
“You have that now,” Massimo pointed out. “You might not tomorrow.”
How could I feel both panic and arousal at the same time? “You’d really make me go on the campus tour braless?”
“I might.”
Massimo’s threat wasn’t an idle one, and I vowed to be a very good girl tonight—again, in part, because that usually ended up working out very well for me.
Stefano ordered us a feast from room service, and Carmine poured the wine. I was twenty-one now, and legally allowed to drink. However, I’d learned my limits, and didn’t overindulge. At least on wine.
With my men, I loved to overindulge. Again and again, all night long.
After eating, we lingered at the table. Massimo reached over and slid a finger along my arm. “I’m going to New York next week. Want to come?”
Since joining forces with my father’s enterprises, he and Carmine had been flying out there more often, and sometimes they invited me. It was always good to see my parents, and Massimo even let me visit Piper once he’d vetted her and heard the whole story of how we met. Out of an abundance of caution, he didn’t let me hang out with too many people from outside his organization, but he loved to tease me about the washing machine incident. When he’d learned how I’d met Piper, it amused the hell out of him.
“Yes, please.”
I loved that they gave me choices now. Not about everything. There were some lines that Massimo drew that weren’t to be crossed. Ever. But when they could, they gave me options. Far more than I’d had in the past.
Like tonight, for example. The deal was, since they’d let me drive, they’d have complete and utter control. But that also meant it was in their power to allow me some options, as Massimo did now.
“What’s first on the agenda, Princess?”
“The hot tub. I want to spend an hour in the hot tub with three naked and extremely hot men.”
“That sounds like it can be arranged,” Carmine said.
“I didn’t say which three hot men I wanted…” I teased and Stefano leaned over and pinched my nipple through my blouse. “Ouch.”
He smirked at me.
“Did I mention that the three men I’m inviting to the hot tub are each going to give me a shoulder or scalp massage?” I said hopefully.
“Bossy little thing, isn’t she?” Carmine commented.
“What’s in it for us?” Massimo demanded, a glint in his eye.
“Well, I’ll be sitting on each of your laps for the massage—also naked.”
“Works for me,” Stefano said, and I winked at him. “What about after that?”
“After that, it’s your call.” I said that in general, but my eyes were on Massimo, who nodded.
As with their underworld business dealings, he got the final say. “After all that heat in the hot tub, I think you need a nice cool shower—with Stefano.”
I grinned in anticipation. Stefano had always been good at going down on me, but he’d perfected a way that we could do it in the shower without him drowning while the water cascaded down around me. “I love this plan.”
“Good, because you don’t get a choice about it,” Massimo said gruffly, but he wasn’t fooling me. I didn’t need a choice when he was giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Then what?” I asked, trying not to show how excited I was.
“Then you’re sleeping naked between me and Carmine.”
Ooo… that thought made my blood boil. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be getting much shuteye tonight. “What about Stefano?”
“We’re going to put you through your paces,” Carmine said. “And give him a damn good show.” He looked over at his younger brother. “I believe you said you like watching her breasts bounce?”
Stefano just grinned.
“Then when we need a break—which won’t be for a long time—we’ll send you over to take care of him,” Massimo said. “Since you’re always bragging about your oral skills.”
I blushed, but it was true, it was something I prided myself on now. I’d started out with no sexual experience at all. Then, through these incredible men, I’d learned how my body could receive pleasure. And then, finally, I’d learned how to give it.
All three of them had technically been my teachers in that area, but Massimo more than the others. He was just really, really, good. His dark streak always translated to excitement in the bedroom.
“When can we start?”
“Now.” Massimo’s eyes gleamed as he stared me down. “Take off your clothes.”
I shivered, but I got to my feet. It was still hard for me to strip in front of them, and he knew it. But he also knew how turned on it made me.
Lifting my dress over my head, I initially looked down, but then I caught myself. Why stare at the floor in embarrassment when instead, I could look at an extremely hot man watching me with desire? And the only thing better than that was three hot men staring at me that way.
I took my time, and when I was totally nude, I walked slowly over to the hot tub. I could feel three sets of eyes on my ass, but somehow, Massimo’s gaze seared into me the most. He was definitely an ass man.
The water was warm and bubbly, and I moaned as I lowered myself into it. A year ago, I never could’ve imagined this. That I’d be here with them. That I’d be in love, even though I hadn’t chosen my husband. I’d chosen this, however. Marriage to Massimo was decided by others. Loving all three of them equally was my choice—and theirs.
My life wasn’t perfect, but they’d given me as much control over it as they could… and they constantly rewarded me when I chose them, over and over.
I smirked at them, seeing their eyes widen as I stroked my breast. “Who’s going to make me moan the loudest?”
After a really long, fun, and exhausting night, it turned out that the answer was all three of them did.
(c) Stephanie Brother 2024
