Page 30 of A Treasure To Keep
“I saw he was on your schedule. I didn’t think that it would be for dressing room head. I thought that was our thing. I guess we’ve never had any rule that it has to always be the three of us. You and I are intimate alone all the time. It only makes sense. I’m okay with it. I promise.” Am I okay? I give Andrea my best fake smile while I try to reassure him and myself that I’m not upset with him. Of course, Andrea sees right through me when only insecurity kicks in. I spiral when I think about whether I’m truly okay with Andrea and Marco being together alone. This could bounce back at me. Hard. And if my past repeated itself, especially with Andrea, I don’t think I could survive it.
“El, mon trésor. I’m not him. If you don’t want me with Marco alone, all you have to do is say the words, and I’ll respect it.” Him. The only man who broke my heart. The dumbass I let myself fall for and found him fucking my cousin. Giovanni.
“Seriously, Andrea, I trust you. The three of us spoke about it and decided we would be intimate. We never had any rule about it exclusively being the three of us. You and I make love all the time alone. You can be with Marco all you want. Now, let’s go get food to feed my sucky ass period.” I trust Andrea. Honestly, I do. It's hard to put that aside when you’re conditioned to believe that someone could leave you for someone else.
Andrea and I walk into our apartment, multiple takeout bags from multiple places in my hands, trying to balance them as I reach for my keys. Gentle lips kiss my cheek as Andrea inserts his key and opens the door for me.
“Let me grab those bags. You go take a shower, and let me know if there’s any specific movie you’d enjoy watching tonight. I’ll plug in your heating pad and set out all our food. While we’re eating, I’ll give you a neck and shoulder massage, and I'll rub your back once you’re done eating. Does that sound good?” This man always knows what to do.
I turn toward him and rise on my toes, kissing him while I hand him the takeout bags. “That sounds amazing. Thank you for being more than I deserve.”
“You deserve the world, mon trésor.” Don’t cry, El. Why did I choose today to wear non-waterproof mascara and winged liner?
I hop in the shower, thinking of the differences between Andrea and Giovanni. Differences that make him the perfect man.
How Andrea never gaslights me.
How Andrea always tells me exactly what’s going on in his head.
How Andrea shows me I'm the most important thing in his life.
Most importantly, how Andrea would never blame me for cheating.
Chapter 33
Andrea
The shower starts as El prepares to wash the day off her body. I’m setting the food out on the counter when an idea clicks in my mind. Tonight is all about spoiling mon trésor. Let me give her dessert before dinner.
As I walk into the bathroom, I hear her subtle moan in the shower, causing my cock to harden. I quietly undress and get into the shower, causing El to yelp when I wrap my arms around her. She rips herself out of my arms, turning around with her fist back, and I realize maybe it wasn’t the best time to surprise her.
When she notices it’s me, she lets out an exasperated sigh when she drops her arm. “Andrea! I was about to start swinging! What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you how much I love you. Now, no punching, no arguing, and you’re only allowed to yell when you’re screaming my name.” El yelps when I reach down and gently bite one of her nipples and twist the other. “Now, should I continue?”
“If you stop, I’m withholding sex from you for a month.” El pulls me up, smashing her mouth to mine as she grinds into me.
“Si nécessiteux.” I run my hands down her body, touching her perfect curves, memorizing them like I’ll be tested on them. Fuck, I’m the luckiest man alive.
El moans when I grind against her, grabbing at my favorite part of her body where her hips dip in. I lean in, my lips ghosting hers when I speak to her. “I love these right here. The best handles to grab onto when I ram my dick into you. Turn around. I’m a desperate man.” She turns around, grinding her ass against me before I run my hand up her back to the nape of her neck, slowly bending her over as my cock slides against her slick heat. I press the head of my cock against her entrance, bending over to press my lips against her ear and whisper.
“I won the lottery when I met you. I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you how rare a treasure you are. There are eight billion people in this world, and I cannot believe that out of those eight billion, you chose me. Two souls from two different areas of the world brought together like two ends of a magnet. Je t’aime, mon trésor.” I press into her slowly, resisting the temptation to ram into her. I press my fingers into her hips in a bruising hold when she presses back into me. My inner caveman instinctively wants to give her marks when I nibble on her neck, showing her and the world that she belongs to me. She gasps when I bite where her neck meets her shoulder, hissing at the pain, while simultaneously tightening around my shaft.
“Do you enjoy it when I mark you? How else is the world supposed to know who you belong to?”
“That’s true, I suppose. On the other hand, a big fat ring could also show the world that I’m yours.” She slides her left hand up the shower wall, giving a not-so-subtle tap with her ring finger.
“Soon, mon trésor.” Sooner than she realizes.
I reach around to her clit, rubbing as I make love to her, desperate to have her strangle me as she comes. Within minutes, her pussy flutters around my shaft as her orgasm climbs. I reachmy other hand around and grab her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger to press her farther over the edge. She squeezes around my shaft, tight enough that I have a hard time moving as my orgasm follows, leaving us panting. When I pull out, I turn her around, cleaning every inch of her body.
We’re both silent as I wash and condition her hair, treating her like the queen she is. When the remnants of the day and our rendezvous are washed off our bodies, I shut off the water, reaching to wrap a towel around my hips before grabbing hers. She reaches for the towel, and I hold it close to me. “No. Let me dry you off. Put your leg up on the edge of the tub.”
I pepper kisses on my way up her leg as I dry her off, not stopping until I reach her hips. When I’m done drying her, I pull out the lotion, hydrating her arms and legs, before sliding Marco’s T-shirt over her. We sit down on the sofa, eating the food we bought while watching her current obsession. I grab her feet after I’m done eating, gently massaging the work day from her.
I kiss the back of her neck once I’m done massaging her shoulders. Instantly, I know the mix of food, her heating pad, and my massage relaxed every part of her. Still, I need her confirmation that I don’t need to do anything else for her. “How are you doing?”
“Better, my love. You’re an amazing man. I love you more than words could ever express. Come to bed with me?”