Page 31 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)
Chapter Thirty-One
Taylor
I s it possible to love two men at once? I say love, but I mean desire. I am equally attracted to them and am now stuck in the middle of something I never contemplated happening.
Matteo is silent, his hand caressing mine as we head to his room.
As we step inside, the masculine scent reaches out and pulls me back to the familiar like I’m on an invisible leash.
This place smells like home. Matteo is home, and as he opens his arms and I settle inside them, I close my eyes and my heart breathes again.
He kisses the top of my head. “I missed you, baby girl.”
I feel slightly guilty because I never thought about him once. My mind was filled with Giorgio and the intensity that comes with him, and I pull away and stare into his eyes and whisper, “I’m sorry, Matteo.”
“What for?”
“Giorgio.” I heave a deep sigh. “I, well, we– ”
He places his finger on my lips and smiles sadly. It’s an expression I’m not used to seeing him with, and it tugs on my guilt.
“It’s okay. I expected it. I’m not the only one of us who is obsessed with you.”
“You don’t mind?”
I hate this conversation because it’s as if I have betrayed him, with his brother no less.
He pulls me down on the bed, onto his lap, and his arms wrap around me.
“Taylor, this isn’t a common situation. There are three of us and one of you.
We all get something different from this arrangement, something special, intimate and unique.
There is nothing wrong with exploring the different sides of your soul.
Our relationship is very different from the one you will develop with Giorgio.
Even though we are brothers, we are very different people.
I cannot give you what he can, and vice versa.
Take it all and understand that we are good with that. ”
I feel a little better, but I’m still consumed with guilt.
He strokes my face and whispers, “I’m guessing today was a learning experience you need to recover from.”
“He’s different from you, Matteo.”
I kiss him softly on the lips, loving his masculinity.
His protective aura surrounds every loaded look he sends my way.
Despite what happened today, I still want him.
If that makes me a whore, I’ll gladly adopt the title, and as I deepen the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair, his matching groan to mine tells me we are on the same page.
He eases the top from my body and presses his hand against my bare skin; the contact is welcome, the anticipation exhilarating.
Our tongues tangle in a sultry dance, and unlike with Giorgio, this is more intimate, softer, delicious and sexy.
Giorgio is rough and cruel, dragging my orgasms from inside me kicking and screaming. Matteo takes his time, savoring the experience, and as he pushes me back onto the bed, he strips me of the clothes I am wearing until my naked body shivers under his hungry gaze.
I watch with mounting excitement as he stands and slowly removes his clothes.
The expensive suit quickly joining my clothes on the floor.
He wrenches off his shirt, his muscles dancing and reshaping the ink on his skin.
I stare unashamedly, loving the fact that this man is mine.
As he drops before me, he hooks my leg over his shoulder and drags his tongue the length of my pussy, groaning as he takes a leisurely swipe with his tongue.
“I’ve missed this, your taste, your touch.”
I gasp as his lips fasten on my clit, sucking it, taking it inside, feeding off me as if I am the only one who can keep him alive.
Having a man like him worshipping me between my legs is a powerful aphrodisiac.
I am undone by him, physically and mentally.
He calms me, massages my weary soul with his attention, and as I shiver as the first wave of an orgasm hits, I drift down to earth as if I’m floating on a cloud, unlike before when I literally crashed and burned.
Matteo consumes me. He takes his time and eats me whole, hours into the night as we make the most of our time together.
I repay the favor several times over, and as I gorge on his huge cock, it’s as if I still can’t get enough.
The shower, the floor, the bed and the closet all receive a visit from a couple who are hungry for one another.
After my third orgasm, I truly don’t believe I can stand, let alone walk, and as Matteo carries me to the tub, he lowers me into the sweet-scented water and then jumps in behind me, settling me between his legs.
As I lie back on his chest and he soaps my body with his strong hands, he whispers, “Go easy on Tommaso tomorrow; he’s unpredictable. ”
I take the warning seriously because as soon as Tommaso declared his intentions, my heart literally rose into my chest and battered to get out.
I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take on another brother so soon, and as Matteo nibbles my ear, he whispers, “Just don’t challenge him, baby girl.
Go with him and allow him to purge his demons.
Remember, he needs you more than he thinks. ”
“Why?”
My voice is weak. I’m barely awake, and he continues to massage soap into my skin as he says huskily, “We have a painful past that still haunts us. Tommaso was affected the most, if that was possible, and is still caught in that dark place. He needs you to step inside and hold his hand as you guide him out of that, but the journey won’t be an easy one.
Be patient with him and bide your time because somewhere deep inside him is the brother I remember, the one I miss but can’t reach. ”
“But how? Can’t you at least tell me why?”
“No.” His abrupt answer only intensifies my curiosity, and he says sadly, “We all have our secrets, baby girl. Some are more devastating than others. Of all the people we have met, you are the only one who will understand. He needs you, hell, we all need you, so go with him and he will open up when he believes it won’t tear away what’s left of his heart. ”
My lashes flutter against the steam of the water.
The scent of the oils he’s used combined with his soft touch causes my eyes to drift shut, and consciousness deserts me.
The eyes that follow me to my nightmares belong to the man I have yet to meet.
Tommaso is a stranger to me and may always be, but I owe it to them all to patch the wound and set about healing it if I can.