Page 84 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Marco

T héodore lies, tummy down on my bare chest, falling asleep to my heartbeat as I stare at him.

He’s currently dreaming, scrunching his face as he aggressively sucks on his pacifier.

Whenever he dreams, I always wonder what he’s dreaming about.

Can babies dream? All he knows is tummy time, several people’s faces, and El’s tits.

Shit, I’ve dreamed about El’s tits. I’m still mind-blown about how they’ve huge they’ve been since she got pregnant.

I have to use all my strength not to stare when she feeds our son.

If she ever caught me, she would call me a pervert, which I’d have to agree with.

She’s feeding our kid, and I can’t stop thinking about her massive tits.

Suddenly, dick rapidly grows in my pants. “Dude, not the right time. Our kid is sleeping on us.” Thankfully, Little Marco gets the memo and slows down when I whisper to him, sitting about half chub. Thank God.

I lay my head back, resting my eyes for a few more minutes before I set Théodore in his crib. He falls asleep best with the warmth of someone's body, but will stay asleep once we put him down. Quinn says listening to our heartbeats comforts him, allowing him to sleep soundly.

As I’m relaxing, I hear a soft sound from across the hall. Was that a moan?. No. It can’t be. They wouldn’t while I’m here. Would they? Yes. They most definitely would. They’d fuck anywhere.

The moaning comes again, a little louder and more of a whimper. I can practically see the lightbulb appear over my head when I think of an idea. A bad idea.

I gently stand up, holding Théodore tightly to my chest. I rock him side to side as I put him down in his crib. When I’m confident he’s asleep, I make my way out of the room, noticing that the door is cracked with soft lighting streaming into the hallway.

There they are.

Andrea kneels in front of the bed, his head between El’s legs as she moans. She grinds her pussy on his face when he pulls her clit into his mouth. She wraps one leg up and over his shoulder, pressing between his shoulder blades to pull and hold him close.

I push the door slightly, enough to see El’s pleasure on her face.

A shiver runs down my spine, shooting through my cock.

I haven’t been this hard in months, matching the last time El, Andrea, and I were together.

I shouldn’t watch this. The mostly closed door was the main clue that they didn’t want me to catch them.

Yet, here I am. Being the creepy guy from across the hall.

And what I’m about to do makes me even creepier.

Lord. I know I don’t pray to you often, but if you could help me walk out of this with both my balls, I’d appreciate it.

I inch open the door, sneaking my way into the bedroom. My heart races as I inch toward the chair in the corner. I might as well be a spectator watching through a two-way mirror at how they’re ignoring my presence. Or are they too engrossed in themselves to hear my presence?

I shouldn’t do this.

I silently sit in the chair that El sat in the night Andrea and I first kissed, leading us through that first for me.

Sitting down in that chair brings emotions back that I didn’t know still existed.

El’s perfectly manicured hands in my hair as she came, Andrea’s soft lips as they pressed against mine, the way they both felt when we would be intimate together.

For a minute I close my eyes, listening to El’s moans as Andrea continues to snack on her pussy.

I should leave.

My eyes spring open when El yelps. Andrea pushes two fingers inside her, curling them to the perfect spot she loves. Unintentionally, my hips thrust, wanting to meet the same motion. Wanting to please her. Wanting to please him.

What I’m doing is creepy.

I silently pull my cock out, pumping myself once as I try to suppress the groan I desperately want to release. El’s moans get shorter, turning into pants as she climbs toward her release. Don’t come yet, Marco. That would be awful.

I’m going to get caught.

Suddenly, El comes, squeezing her legs tight around Andrea’s head as she attempts to come down from her high. Once El relaxes, he pulls his fingers out, sucking on them as he works his way up her body to line himself up with her entrance.

There’s a 98 percent chance I’m walking out of here without my dick.

“Mon trésor, tu es magnifique.” He gently pushes into her, and I wonder if it’s their first time having sex since El had Théodore.

I can see the pink color of the healing scar on her abdomen.

She’s mentioned it’s sensitive, but has kept any information about her lady bits private.

And now that I think about it, that’s fair.

Maybe I’ll learn French if it makes El moan like that.

As Andrea continues to make love to her gently, I squeeze the head of my dick enough to feel pain. I must let out a hiss because Andrea and El turn in my direction, bodies paused and mouths open. I guess that answers the question of whether they heard me.

Oh shit. Here we go. Goodbye, balls, it was nice knowing you.

Silence bounces through the room as they stare at me, and I stare back. I slowly stroke my cock, testing the limits when I give into this voyeur position I’ve taken.

Andrea and I make eye contact, my hand tightly around my cock while Andrea is buried inside El.

I need them to continue. If they stop, I’ll end up being the pervert who snuck in during their private moment.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I’m already the pervert who’s watching their private moment.

That started the second I walked out of their guest room.

Let’s see how far I can push this. “Don’t stop. Make love to her, Andrea.”

El takes her hand, turning his face to hers to kiss him deeply. He pulls out and pushes back into her as she moans in his mouth, making my legs tense up as I continue to jerk myself off. Fuck, they’re amazing.

Suddenly, El stops, breaking their kiss as she places her hand on his chest. He pauses, unsure of what’s happening while he stays inside her. She turns her head in my direction, moving the hand from his chest out toward me. “Marco. Come over here.”

Silently, I stand, inching my way over to where they both are connected in the most intimate way possible.

When I’m close enough, El grabs my dick, pulling it into her mouth as she sucks her cheeks in.

I almost lose my balance, my hands landing on the bed to keep me from falling on top of her.

My right hand lands on something soft, catching me off guard when I notice it’s Andrea’s hand.

I curl my hand in his, focusing on him as I softly fuck El’s throat, matching his speed and pressure.

The three of us moan, almost in unison, at the pleasure we’re all experiencing.

His lips, though. I can’t stop focusing on his perfect lips and how they softly part when he groans while fucking her.

His pattern falters when I move my right hand from his into the hair on the nape of his neck.

We stare at each other, both knowing what’s going to happen but too afraid to make the move.

Eventually, we move to each other, our mouths colliding as we continue to fuck El.

Our tongues fight for dominance, mixing with the pleasure from El’s mouth on my cock.

I move my hand to press on El’s clit, gently circling my fingers until she moans around me.

El’s chest moves up and down in short pants, and I know she’s about to come again. I pull out of El’s mouth and break my kiss with Andrea, squatting down until we’re face-to-face.

“Are you going to come for us?”

“Yes. Please, Marco.” She whimpers as her nipples pebble and goosebumps erupt on her skin. She stays still, face-to-face with me. Her hypnotic eyes change focus to Andrea, who’s still between her legs. “Andrea. You wouldn’t deny me. Please, my love. Let me come. Tell him to let me come.”

“I don’t know, Andrea. What do you think? We could keep her on edge. I enjoy hearing her beg. It’s practically music to my ears.” El narrows her eyes at me, her legs shaking when I slow down my finger currently on her clit.

“You keep me on edge and I’ll finally castrate you, you jack—” I curl my middle finger down from her clit, squeezing it in beside Andrea’s cock and curve my finger upward.

Instantly, I hit her G-spot, making her squirt all over my hand and leaving a wet spot on the bed.

She screams out Andrea's and my name, arching her back while his body shakes violently.

When her body relaxes, she looks at Andrea and me with hooded eyes. I notice the little bead of breastmilk leaking out from her nipple and swipe it up with my middle finger, pushing it into Andrea’s mouth. He groans at the taste of her milk mixed with her cum she squirted everywhere.

He moans, eyes closed, when she circles his tongue around my finger. “How does it taste?”

“Delicious. Sweet. Taste it yourself.” Andrea leans in, kissing me, and immediately pushes his tongue into my mouth. He didn’t swallow after kissing me, El’s cum and breastmilk mixing with our saliva. He’s right, it is sweet.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye when El climbs out of bed, kneeling before my still-hard cock. She grasps around the base, swallowing me down as far as her mouth will go without choking. Within seconds, my balls draw up, shooting ropes of cum down El’s throat.

When I’m done coming and El pulls her mouth off my cock, she stands up, bringing her sharp nails up the nape of our necks. She grasps our hair, pulling us apart and leaving us panting.

“I love you. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.

I can’t wait to grow old with you. Or you’ll grow old, and I’ll become best friends with Botox.

” Andrea laughs while his eyes melt at her words.

Her hands caress down our bodies until they reach our hands, interlocking our fingers in hers.

She turns her head to me, pausing before she speaks.

“And I love you. The last ten weeks have been incredibly hard, and I’m grateful both of you are here.

I know I made the pregnancy difficult, and I want to apologize.

You’re a good dad, and Théodore is lucky to have two such amazing fathers.

I couldn’t have done this without either of you.

Please stay, Marco.” I know she would never lie to me, regardless of whether it hurts my soul.

That’s why the genuine words and tone in her voice surprise me.

She wants me, Marco Cornado, to stay here with them?

For a moment, I hesitate, not knowing how to react to her declaration. Instead, I turn to Andrea, confirming he wants the same thing. “I’m not sure. Andrea?”

Andrea turns to El, mentally conversing with her through eye contact. Shortly, Andrea turns to me, nodding before he speaks. “Stay. I can’t imagine the thought of coming home and neither of you being here. Because I love you both.”

Suddenly, it hits me like a boulder that what they’re expressing is how I’ve been feeling since before El got pregnant. It’s just been intensified since we brought Théodore home. “Damn. Is that what this constant warmth in my chest means? I thought it was heartburn.”

El whips her head in my direction, tilting her head to the side. I’m sure I stuck my foot in my mouth, and she’s going to tell me raw and unfiltered. “Are you seriously that emotionally immature that you can’t isolate what love is?”

“I tell Théodore that all the time! This is different.”

El has her middle fingers pressed against her temples. That’s a new mannerism to show her annoyance with me. Good thing I can keep her on her toes. “God, you’re fucking ridiculous. Love is a common emotion, Marco. Do you know anything other than fuck, eat, and sleep? You Neanderthal.”

“While you two finish fighting, I’m going to grab Théodore. He’s fussing.”

Andrea backs out of the room, his words barely registering between El and my arguing.

She’s right. This is love. This is our weird way of showing it, but this is love.

It’s alright; Andrea can be the romantic, El can be the attitude, I’ll be the rock-hard muscle, and Théodore can be the perfect baby boy who brought us together.