“Sì, mia preferita. Cain is fine. When he is forced to focus on the task at hand, he goes into another headspace. I imagine this time, however, his driving force was amplified by your danger, which is why we had such a difficult time rousing him from that headspace.”
I nodded, not really having words to say in response to that. What could be said?
Sly and I sat in comfortable silence, listening to the sound of Cain’s shower until the water cut off.
“I should go. He will want his time alone with you,” Sly said, reaching over to press a kiss to my forehead.
“Please stay,” I said, not ready for the man who’d unknowingly become my comfort blanket to leave yet. Part of me liked just having him there, and the other part wanted a buffer between me and Cain. Not a single part of me was afraid of him, but not knowing his mood, hisheadspace, as Sly had referred to it, made me want to tread lightly.
Cain emerged moments later with his dark gray towel slung low on his hips, beads of water dripping down his body from the wet hair that hung loosely around his face. I practically salivated at the sight, and my body responded instantly.
While I shamelessly admired his body, my eyes traveling down his muscular, tattooed frame, I realized I’d never seen him naked, and a red-hot urge to stand and rip his towel away from him slammed into me.
He smirked as though he knew my thoughts, and moved to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his boxer briefs.
“Out, Lucchetti,” he barked at Sly as he tugged the briefs up his legs and beneath his towel, before tossing it aside.
The ridge of his cock bulged against the tight gray fabric, leaving little to the imagination. I squirmed a little on the bed, dying to press my thighs together, and suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands.
Still, I felt myself shake my head. “No,” I told Cain. “I want Sly to stay.”
“It’s okay, bella,” Sly said as he stood, but I reached up and caught him by the hand, pulling him back down. He lost his footing but caught himself as his backside landed on the bed.
“No,” I repeated. “I want you to stay.”
His brows came together in confusion, but I broke our eye contact and turned to Cain. “He stays.”
“Fine,” Cain growled, and took a seat in the plush wingback chair sitting in the corner of his room. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Rose? I can practically see your wheels turning.”
That was a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one.
What was going through my head?
Somany things.
The night was on a constant loop—the only pause from it was when I fell asleep.
But what was in the forefront of my mind was my words from weeks ago, when I asked Cain to share me, and the memory of him and Sly in my office not that long ago.
And suddenly the room was stifling. I could feel the heat creep up my chest, settling on my cheeks. My eyes slammed shut as I felt a phantom tongue lapping at my cum between my thighs as it leaked from my body. Firm hands gripping my thighs. Hungry eyes staring into mine from across the room.
My body felt alight, slow tingles igniting every nerve ending. Beneath Cain’s t-shirt I wore, my nipples hardened, and a gush of wetness dampened my underwear.
“I know that look.” Cain’s voice cut through my fantasy. “Do you know that look, Sly?”
“Sì,” Sly answered. “The blush that’s settled on her skin tells us all we need to know.”
Opening my eyes, I saw Cain settled into his chair, his herculean legs spread wide as he relaxed into it. And if I thought his cock was big earlier, I was sadly mistaken. Fully hardened, his briefs could hardly contain it. The fabric strained, the head poking out from beneath the waistband like it was begging to come out to play.
Cain lifted his hands to rest casually behind his head. “What was it you asked me to do again? Share you?”
My stomach recoiled a bit with the mention ofsharing, the roofie-rapists suggestion of him sharing me with Cain still fresh in my mind, but I pushed it away.
Cainkilledthat man for me.
So, I met his heated stare and rose to the occasion, even though my insides felt like Jell-O. “Yes.”
Looking at Sly, he asked, “And is that what you want too, Lucchetti? You want to share her, right here, right now?”
