Page 33 of Faster

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cece shook as they walked to the bedroom. She was pretty sure they didn’t touch her because they were afraid she would change her mind. And she probably should change her mind about all of this. This could ruin her marriage. Or her life. Maybe both.

It could also save them. When they were all talking about whether and why they could or should fuck each other—other than the moment the ridiculousness of this situation hit her, and she started laughing uncontrollably—it had felt like it did when she’d met them.

They’d communicated with each other, and it wasn’t just through words.

She’d been able to see they still cared for one another. They were still friends.

The fact that they’d sometimes been more than friends didn’t bother her.

It made this feel right. She hadn’t even been angry when Ethan had said he hadn’t wanted to share her back then.

It might have saved them all a lot of heartache, but she might have discounted an encounter with the two of them as an adventure she’d had one time.

She might never have married Ethan. Despite how he’d acted at dinner and directly after, despite him cheating, she didn’t regret being married to him. He’d promised her the world, and he’d delivered.

But now she wanted more. She wanted the deepest, most intimate parts of his soul. And to have that, they both needed Luca.

She got to the bedroom first and then froze. Her back was to the door, the light from the hall spilled over into the room, until she felt the heat and smell of her husband as he approached her from behind.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Cece wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She was sure about very little at the moment. “I’m sure that I want you.”

He kissed her neck where it met her shoulder and trailed his fingertips along her collarbone. “And him.”

He didn’t sound as though the idea that she wanted Luca bothered him. Come to think of it, he’d seemed resigned to the fact that they’d been together at dinner. “You’re not mad.”

He shook his head, and she felt the disturbance his movement caused in the air behind her. “He was always attracted to you, and I thought you were always attracted to him. I was upset that you went behind my back, but I couldn’t be too angry. I’m not a hypocrite.”

Luca entered the room then and walked around them until he stood facing them. He had his hands in his pockets and cocked his head. “Were you serious about wanting to watch?”

“Hmmm.” Ethan didn’t make words because his mouth was on the back of her neck. He’d gathered her hair up in one hand, and the other hand was about to undo the tie on her dress.

A frisson of panic made its way through her, but it was overpowered by the lust that drugged her and made her limbs heavy.

Luca watched Ethan’s hands. It was as though he was looking at a car he’d been thinking about buying.

She could see him cataloging the cadence of her breath as her husband undressed her.

“That’s not an answer.”

Ethan lifted his head. “That was an affirmative moan.”

Luca took a step forward and said, “You know that’s not how it works.

I need verbal answers.” Cece gasped as Luca grabbed Ethan’s chin.

Although they’d had an affectionate friendship before they’d fallen out, she’d never seen them touch like this.

It was as though Luca was claiming Ethan too.

And it took Cece’s breath away. She wanted to see them kiss—wondered if they would.

But then, Ethan stepped back, and she lost his heat.

“Yes, Luca. I was serious about wanting to watch you fuck my wife.” The tension between these two men was incendiary—more intense than the on-track rivalry they played out for fans at every race. This was base and animal. It made her a little bit dizzy.

She thought her knees would give out when Luca placed his attention and his hands on her. He finished untying the dress and opened it, just so he could look at her. Gooseflesh formed all over her body.

“Go sit in that chair. Turn on the lamp first.”

Fuck. She liked it when Luca took charge. And Ethan must not hate it, since he followed instructions. It was sort of strange, given her husband’s general attitude of defiance. But it also made sense. He thrived on boundaries until he transgressed them and didn’t want to live with the consequences.

But the result that ultimately came from his cheating—the three of them in this room together—wasn’t entirely negative. Cece couldn’t recall ever being more aroused. She was surprised that her whole body wasn’t shaking with the need she couldn’t contain.

Luca pushed the dress off her shoulders as she saw Ethan settle into the leather armchair that faced their bed.

She liked to read in that chair, and now her husband would watch her fuck his best friend.

It could have felt sordid and wrong. They probably should have discussed this more.

Any expert on polyamory would probably want them to communicate a lot more before jumping into this.

But if she thought about this too deeply, she would put a stop to it.

“I need—”

Luca met her gaze then. “Tell me.”

“I need you to touch me.” She heard Ethan’s clothes brush against the upholstery as he shifted in the chair.

She didn’t know whether he was settling in or about to bolt.

She believed he would kick Luca out and deal with the consequences if she said she was uncomfortable.

But Cece didn’t want that to happen. She wanted the three of them to happen. “Kiss me.”

Luca didn’t hesitate further. He leaned down, cupped her face between his palms, and touched her mouth with his.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

It felt like an eternity since she’d been able to touch him, and the release of tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding made tears come to her eyes.

Luca caught her tears with his thumbs and pulled back. Cece chased him with her mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He looked down at her, and she could tell he was skeptical even though the light was dim. “Really?”

“This all stops if you want it to,” Ethan said.

She felt powerful in that moment. She’d never liked being in charge during sex.

Half the appeal of the act was not having to be in control of everything for once.

But the fact that she held two men’s pleasure in the palm of her hand was heady.

She didn’t kid herself into thinking they wouldn’t dominate her in bed—she wanted that.

But the fact that she was the linchpin of this encounter gave her courage.

“I don’t want to stop.” She tried to look down, but Luca was still holding her face in his hands. She bit his thumb, but he didn’t budge. She had to look him in the eye when she said, “This is exactly what I want. This feels more right than I can possibly describe.”

Luca nodded, and Ethan grunted his approval. “Carry on,” her husband said.

For that, Luca turned their bodies so Ethan couldn’t see her easily.

And then he carried on kissing her and walking her back toward the bed until the back of her knees hit the edge and she sat down.

She was only wearing her panties and bra.

Luca brushed his fingers over her nipples, and she shivered.

She was eye level with his cock, and she wasn’t about to ignore the invitation it provided.

So, she went for the button on his linen pants.

But Luca brushed her fingers away and dropped to his knees.

He peppered kisses over the skin on her chest, bit into the flesh above her bra as his hands snaked around her body to unfasten it.

When she was free of that garment, he ravished her as though he wanted to consume her whole.

Her eyes wanted to flutter closed, but she met Ethan’s gaze over the top of Luca’s head.

He’d leaned back in the chair and pulled his dick out.

He stroked himself slowly, like he was so engrossed in watching them that he could only remember to touch himself intermittently.

He’d never neglected her pleasure, and it had always turned her on how intent he was on taking it. She liked how much he wanted her—so much that he couldn’t always wait to get inside her. But that quality about Ethan, his intensity, had always wound her up in and of itself.

But seeing him this way—totally wrapped up in what was happening in front of him—threatened to take her down.

Luca kissed down her belly, and pulled her panties off with one hand, tossing them behind him. She didn’t know if he’d intended for them to land on the ottoman in front of where Ethan sat, but his aim made it convenient for her husband to grab the underwear and wrap them around his cock.

“These are soaked,” he chided. Cece bit her bottom lip. But that prodded Luca to wrench her legs open and look down at her.

“Need to taste.” His mouth was swollen from kissing her mouth and body, and his pupils were blown. He still stared down at her, holding her open like he was committing her whole body to memory. It went on so long that the ache at her center became more like a sharp pain.

“Luca.” She didn’t mean to sound so breathy, but she needed him to touch her.

“Shhh. I’ve got you.” Then, he leaned down and sucked on her clit.

He thrust inside her with two fingers, making her feel pinned open and full.

She felt as though she’d jumped out of a plane and was suspended in free fall.

The blood running through her vessels and veins rushed in her head like the air that would rush past her face as she hurtled to the earth.

She gripped his curls with her fingers and pulled him closer to her. They were melded, but it wasn’t enough—it could never be enough for her. He could crawl inside her skin, and it still wouldn’t be close enough.

But her parachute opened—her orgasm hit—and it saved her as it jerked her out of free fall, and she floated.