Page 24 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Marco

A lessandro and Luci’s reception has come to an end, and I can hear them fucking from the opposite side of the house from my office.

Everything was going fine until that fight with El.

My cheek still tingles from her slap. I let the sting settle through my teeth and jaw while I ignore the need to soothe the skin by rubbing it.

None of the words I said to her were a lie, even if most of it was to piss her off intentionally.

I keep replaying the argument in my head, especially the words that led to that slap.

The last thing I intended to do was insult either of them.

I’m not a hateful person, regardless of how much I pick on El.

Those words, on the other hand? They stung.

If only I could admit how I’ve felt, how torn I’ve been since Andrea sucked me off over a year ago.

I need to get out of this house and go somewhere. Where would I go? A bar? The gambling room? Their apartment? “Fuck it.”

I swipe my keys from my desk, the destination undecided as I storm through the house, annoyed with the obnoxiously loud fucking coming from Alessandro’s office.

I get to my truck when a signature red car rolls through the gate. When she exits her car, the scent of her perfume and the red lipstick that matches her car are obvious from twenty feet away. When did she decide the color red and being slutty were going to be her main personality traits?

“Well. Well. Well. Look who it is.” I need to talk to the staff about letting her on the property.

“What the fuck do you want, Gabby?” I haven’t seen her since the night I fucked her while drunk, screaming El and Andrea’s names when I came.

“I was at the bar the other night and met one of the new security guys. We’re going out tonight, and he told me to meet him here after the wedding.

But in the meantime.” She walks up to me, long nails dragging down the front of my shirt as her dark, lustful eyes practically burn a hole through my face.

“Fuck off, Gabby. Screw whoever you want. Remember this, though: if you give any of my men another STD, I’ll have Dr. Rossi sew your cunt together.” She clenches her teeth, pissed that I’m mentioning that. Again. I jump in my truck, slamming the door as I race away from the house while she yells.

“You don’t know if I spread it! I could have been the victim here!” She always plays the victim.

I drive around mindlessly, still clueless about where I’m going and when I’ll get there. The fight with El still rings louder in my head.

“All of this brings me back to my initial point. Don’t you think it's strange that you two both need another man to help please each other? Is he not enough for you? Or are you not enough for him?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“You heard me. Or did those ears stop working?”

“You piece of shit!”

I finally rub the tender skin on my cheek. Immediately, I make a rash decision about where I’m going. Is this a bad idea? Probably. Am I still making the dumbass decision? Absolutely.

I slam my truck in park when I pull up to Andrea and El’s apartment building, skipping the elevator to take the stairs.

I don’t stop until I reach their door, knocking louder than necessary.

Neither of them answers the first few times I knock on the door.

El’s car is out front, indicating they’re in that apartment somewhere.

I pound on the door louder, determined to piss them off. “Open the fucking door!”

Silence. More and more silence. If it lasts too long, I’ll break this goddamn door down. “I’m not leaving. Stop ignoring me.”

A woman opens the door in the apartment next to them, peeking her head out. Nosy bitch. “What the fuck could you want?” Her mouth opens, blinking several times before backing into her apartment, audibly locking the door behind her.

I continue pounding on the door until a pissed-off El answers the door, wearing a silk robe. I’m convinced I’ve intercepted something, hence the robe and the delay in answering the door. “Are you fucking high? I should castrate you!”

“I’ve never been more sober in my fucking life. Now move.” I shove past El, her screaming as I search for their bedroom. Suddenly, I freeze when I see Andrea naked and a partially eaten cake on the bed. “What’s the cake for?”

She catches up to me, trying to grab me before I swipe my arm away as she screams at me. “It doesn’t fucking matter. Get out!”

I turn in her direction, pointing my finger directly at her furious face. “You want to call me a piece of shit? I’ll show you how fucking wrong you are. I’ll show both of you how perfect this can be.”

Before I can talk myself out of it, I run toward Andrea, stopping at the edge of the bed. “Get on your fucking knees, Andrea.”

Andrea’s eyes meet El’s, the two of them stunned by what I said. El’s bare feet softly inch their way toward me while Andrea and I stay glued to our spots. El’s cautious tone when she approaches makes me wonder if she kept our conversation a secret from Andrea.

“Marco, stop it. This isn’t funny. Whoever Andrea sleeps with or dates isn’t a joke.” She’s trying to keep tears back, even though I can see them threaten to fall on her cheeks.

“I’m not joking. You were right. Ever since New Year’s Eve, I can’t keep the two of you out of my head.

El, how you felt wrapped around me, how you tasted on my tongue.

And Andrea. The pressure from your dick when we fucked El together and when you plunged my dick down your throat.

Fucking incredible. Now get on your knees before I shove you there.

” Andrea’s dick is still hard from whatever he and El were doing with that cake.

I don’t miss how it twitches when I threaten to shove him to his knees.

He cautiously gets up, standing in front of me, before lowering himself to his knees.

His eyes lock with mine, shock and confusion on his face, and lust in his eyes.

“Open up. Remind me what that mouth can do. But don’t touch yourself.

I want to see you drip on the floor as I fuck your face.

” I unzip my jeans and take myself out, noticing how Andrea licks his lips when he sees the bead of pre-cum leaking out of my slit.

His shaky hands replace mine as he opens his mouth and takes all of me without any resistance.

“Fuuuuuck. That’s it. Remind me how I’ve missed that mouth over the last year.

” I grab him by the hair, fucking his face until spit floods from his mouth.

This isn’t enough. I want more. I need more.

“Oh my god.” I almost forgot El is there when she quietly speaks. I yank my cock out of Andrea’s mouth, noticing his dick is leaking. Good. I walk to El, pressing my dick into her stomach . . . more like between her tits, considering I’m a foot and a half taller than her and she’s barefoot.

“Get on the bed. Spread your legs for Andrea.” I untie El’s robe and strip it off her, leaving her naked.

I focus on her ass as she climbs onto the bed, turning around with her legs open for Andrea.

He kneels in front of her, tucking his hands under her knees to grasp her hips.

The second he places his mouth between her legs, I stop him, both of them eyeing me suspiciously.

“Not quite. Scoot further back, El. Don’t lie down.

I want you to watch everything. Get up on your feet, Andrea. ”

They follow my directions, Andrea sucking her clit while I sneak over to the side table, thankful they keep a bottle of lube there. El follows my every move while I circle back to the foot of the bed behind where Andrea is.

I take two steps toward him, reaching my shaking hand out to grasp his ass, pulling his cheek to the side. El’s eyes widen when she notices what I’m doing. She suddenly holds Andrea’s head in place when he goes to shift his body.

El and my eyes connect while she closes her knees to keep Andrea in place. The venerable protectiveness in her eyes is shadowed from behind her stern face. She lets out a long moan when Andrea hits the perfect spot before mouthing to me. I instantly know she doesn’t want Andrea to hear this.

“Don’t fuck around.”

“I won’t. I want this. I want him.”

She nods, and the stern expression she previously held dissipates. She lets her body relax once she’s confident that I’m not, in her words, fucking around. “Okay.”

Andrea shivers when I pop the top of the lube bottle, covering his crack.

He groans deeply as I circle my thumb around his hole.

El grinds herself on Andrea’s face as my thumb presses into his ass.

His hands suddenly release El’s hips, grasping the sheets instead.

El notices and connects her eyes with Andrea’s, nodding her head to give him whatever permission he needs.

Once he relaxes, I trade my thumb with my index and middle finger, slowly inserting them until he fully relaxes.

I’m too hypnotized by watching Andrea stretch around my fingers that I’m surprised when El pants while coming on Andrea’s face.

By that time, Andrea’s legs are shaking, silently begging for more.

At this point, I’m convinced we all need more.

I replace my fingers with the head of my cock, pouring more lube on us before pushing my head in until he has time to adjust. We’re all moaning when I gradually push entirely into his ass. Andrea reaches down, stroking himself as I grab onto his hips, gently thrusting into him.

We’re moving with the same rhythm, and I’m convinced we’ll all reach our climax at the same time.

“Don’t come yet, Andrea. Make her come again as you stroke your desperate cock while I stuff your asshole with my cum.

” Less than thirty seconds later, my balls draw up and cum shoots out of the tip, filling his tight ass.

El bites down on her lip to keep her from screaming her release as Andrea’s legs tense when his cum pools on the floor.

We’re all panting when I pull out of Andrea, my cum dripping out of his hole.

We get dressed in silence, the three of us afraid to be the one who breaks said silence. To no one’s surprise, El is the one who speaks.

“What does this mean?” She’s uncharacteristically hesitant when she speaks, afraid of whatever answer Andrea or I give.

“It means I leave, and we move on with our lives. That was the deal the whole time. To get this out of our system.” Regardless of whether I want to or not, I get dressed, leaving the two of them in the apartment.

I spend thirty minutes sitting in my truck, hoping that one of them will come and get me. About halfway through, I find the window leading to their living room, noticing the draperies immediately swing shut. Was that El? Was that Andrea? Was that my imagination?

After that thirty minutes is up, I give up on the idea of them coming for me. Instead, I shut off my radio, driving home in silence. The echo of multiple people moaning radiates from around the house when I walk to my bedroom.

I continue my silent evening, turning on the shower and undressing, standing under the hot water until it’s cold. Deciding it’s not worth it, I turn off my phone, slip on a pair of boxers, and climb into bed.

Sleep eludes me for hours, praying that this won’t be the last time El, Andrea, and I are together.