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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ethan’s dick was probably hard enough to cut glass, but he stepped back after Luca came in his wife’s mouth.

Every time they were together, the experience became more intense.

There was so much feeling wrapped up in their dynamic that it always felt as though it would explode.

It threatened to engulf him and take him over.

He thought about them all the time. He’d been infatuated with Cece when they’d first met—so much that he’d destroyed his oldest friendship—but he hadn’t felt this level of romantic, lustful stupor in his life.

He’d tried most of the available drugs, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling this high.

When he was with Cece and Luca, he felt both animal and more human than he’d ever been.

And he knew it couldn’t last. Luca would find someone who could give him more than secret nights in hotel rooms, when they were sure no one would see or hear them.

He would fall in love with someone who could love him in public.

And it would tear Ethan to pieces. He wouldn’t end their friendship like he had the last time, but it would hurt to talk to him, to think about him.

He didn’t know if Cece would survive it, and he was especially concerned that their marriage would end right along with this relationship.

They needed Luca. Or maybe Cece needed him more, and Ethan could step aside.

There would be a scandal, but Luca was the better driver at this point. He would keep his seat and the girl.

Ethan would have to retire eventually, and he would just avoid the sport. He’d see Cece and Luca together and it would break him. But they would be happier than Ethan and Cece alone. Luca would treat her like she deserved.

Even though he felt enormous passion for both of them, he wasn’t sure he knew how to love them the way they needed and deserved. Not as long as he was worried about people finding out they were all together.

They couldn’t sustain this long-term. He knew that.

Spending part of the weekend with his parents had solidified that knowledge.

It bothered him all the time, like a pebble in his shoe.

Harrows didn’t know how to love people properly.

It simply wasn’t in their DNA. They knew how to manipulate people with their wealth and power.

They knew how to protect their social standing, their financial status, and their bloodlines.

If his relationship with Luca and Cece became public, he would put that all at risk.

And they were closer than they thought. Before his father had left, he’d pulled Ethan in for a hug.

Ethan had been shocked. They were not hugging people—that was far too American.

He’d been so shocked he’d almost missed the words his father had whispered in his ear.

“You should watch your wife around Bendetto,” he said. “He’ll take everything from you—more than just the title—if you let him.”

Instead of making him want to be more careful, it made him want to be even more reckless.

When Cece crawled to him and tried to undo his pants, he stopped her. She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted at him. He ignored her. He looked up at Luca. “I have a better idea for how we can reward today’s race winner.”

Luca raised his brow, and Ethan looked down at Cece. “I promise you’ll like it. Stand up.”

She followed instructions, which she only did in bed.

Both of them followed him to the bedroom.

Ethan turned and looked at his wife. “That dress should come off.” He stepped toward her and ran his nose up and down her long, slender neck.

She smelled like Luca and the air after a good rain.

She undid the fastening on her dress, and it floated to the floor.

Luca stepped behind her and undid her bra, so her breasts pressed against Ethan’s skin as she stepped forward.

Luca pulled down her panties, and she stepped out of them.

“These are very wet.” His friend sniffed the undergarment. “I think she likes taking a cock down her throat.”

Ethan rubbed her clit with his fingers, finding her soaked. “I think you’re right.” Her knees buckled and she collapsed into him, so he held her up and touched her until he could tell she was about to come.

And then he stopped. Cece let out a soft whine. “Shhh. I think I have an even better idea.” Then, he looked up at Luca again. “I think I should eat you out while he fucks my ass.”

He could see the heat rise in his friend’s eyes and his cock rise to attention. He might be exhausted after a hot afternoon in the car, but he was up for it. They’d never had anal sex before.

Ethan had never been opposed to the idea, but they’d started hooking up because there was always a girl between them.

To put it crudely, they had enough orifices to go around.

Still, it felt vulnerable to propose the idea.

Although, he’d had a finger or toy in his ass, this would be different.

They would be different afterward. People did this without commitment all the time, but that’s not what it would be here.

“Are you sure?” Luca asked as though he really needed Ethan to be sure.

Ethan nodded. “I want this.”

“This is so hot.” Cece kissed the side of his jaw.

Luca slapped Cece’s ass. “Get on the bed, pretty girl.”

Cece lay down, and Luca grabbed him by the face and kissed him. It was mind-numbing and delicious. Before he could think better of any of this, Luca had his pants and boxer briefs off and was steering him toward the bed.

“This is so much hotter than the fic,” Cece said from the bed as Ethan crawled toward her.

“Open your legs, Cece.” She shivered and followed instructions. “There are condoms and lube in the nightstand.” Ethan heard Luca open the nightstand, but Ethan focused on Cece.

She curled her fingers into his hair. “Go slow, I want to come with you.”

Ethan shivered when he felt Luca’s hand run down his spine. He felt totally and utterly vulnerable in this moment as he felt Luca’s lubed fingers at his entrance. He’d sort of expected some pain, but he hadn’t been prepared for how good it would feel for Luca to fill him up.

He raised his head. “That feels good.” He was surrounded by the smell and taste of his wife while being opened up and pleasured by his best friend. He closed his eyes for a second and committed this to memory.

And then, Luca withdrew his fingers. He heard him open up a condom wrapper, and pins and needles filled him as he waited to feel Luca’s cock entering him.

And then he forgot every reason why they shouldn’t be together.

Ethan’s mouth found her clit again as soon as Luca entered him from behind, and she had to fight not to close her eyes and just focus on how he was making her body feel.

The only thing that kept her in that moment and off another planet was the way she could feel what Luca was doing to and with Ethan as it was happening.

She’d always thought of threesomes as kind of skanky and sordid before becoming involved in one with Luca and her husband. But this was like taking an IV of pure connection.

Ethan didn’t look at her; he didn’t stop trying to make her come.

Maybe he was afraid of how she would react to seeing him get fucked by another man.

But it was beautiful, and she wished he could see how perfect she thought it was.

There was virtually nothing the three of them could do together that was wrong or unclean.

Because she loved them both. As they got more and more lost in each other, the reasons why they shouldn’t be together fell away until she couldn’t even conjure them anymore.

As she met Luca’s dark gaze as he fucked Ethan, he bit his bottom lip.

He was hard everywhere but his mouth, and it made him look even more debauched than he would have otherwise.

And she could see he felt the same way about them as she did—that she wanted more from this than simply the next orgasm.

Both of these men were vital for her. She might be able to function without both of them in her life, but she wouldn’t be happy.

At least not the perfect kind of happiness that flowed through her after they all came and were silent together.

“Why don’t you take her and shower in this bathroom? I need a minute.” Luca’s chest ached at Ethan’s suggestion. He worried that what had just happened was too much, and that this was the best time, but also the last time they would be together.

It had taken them a few minutes to recover.

They’d all been sort of stunned into silence.

Luca had felt like he’d poured himself into both Ethan and Cece, and he felt full of them in turn.

But maybe Ethan was feeling differently.

Maybe, now that they’d done something novel to him, he was done with the whole dynamic, and this was the way he was saying goodbye.

By slowly withdrawing from one or both of them.

“Are you sure?” Cece was apprehensive as well. It was written all over her face.

Ethan rolled over to look at her and smoothed the small crease between her brows with his thumb.

He always did that, and it affected Luca more than it probably should.

Right now, it made him feel like he was intruding on the two of them and should probably leave the room.

“I just need a minute. Not more than a minute.”

Cece nodded, and they kissed. Luca had to turn away. He was going to get out of bed and leave until Ethan grabbed his hand and pulled him over to kiss him as well. “Take care of our girl.”

Ethan saying it— our girl —made it seem like it was real, but he was afraid to hope for what this meant. None of the reasons why they couldn’t be together, in the public eye, had gone away.

Still, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to have Cece alone, naked, and soapy.

He pulled her out of the bed. He would have thrown her over his shoulder and carried her into the bathroom, but his body ached from the race and what they’d just done, even with the endorphins running through his system.

He turned on the shower and tested the temperature. “How hot do you like it?”

She smiled at him and said, “About as hot as it was watching the two of you together.”

He didn’t know he’d been worried she’d been put off by watching them do that together before she said that. Relief flowed through him that she’d thought it was hot. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and that’s really intimate. You didn’t feel weird about it?”

“Not at all.” She cocked her head to the side as he grabbed her hand and pulled her under the scalding water. He turned the hot water down a little so as not to dry out their skin. “Did you think it was weird?”

She resisted a little when he turned her to get her hair wet. He wasn’t avoiding her question, but he wanted to take care of her. He needed his hands on her. “Not at all.”

He wasn’t sure what to say next, and she was silent. “It was kind of new. But maybe just because it was you and Ethan.”

She chuckled softly as he lathered shampoo in her hair. “I haven’t been with two guys at once, ever. And I’ve never seen that outside of porn. I thought it would be different. But the two of you together was amazing.”

“You didn’t feel jealous?” He hadn’t realized he’d been worried about that either. The way they’d all come together—the lying and the cheating and the way Ethan had watched them the first time—it all felt precarious. As though they were getting away with something every time they all touched.

“Not even a little bit.” He rinsed the shampoo from her hair, and she turned around, putting shower gel into her palm and washing his body.

They should be talking more, but they were both silent for a moment.

She surprised him by saying, “It feels so right when we’re all together. And I don’t want it to end.”

“Do you think that Ethan would be on board with that?” He was in the other room now, instead of with them.

He could easily be thinking about how he could be rid of Luca in their marriage.

Luca felt like he was on top of the world, because he’d had them both in bed and the woman who felt more like his very own every time he touched her in his arms.

But he also felt like he was wearing all of his internal organs on the outside. He wasn’t afraid of anything—it was his job not to be—but this was all so unnerving and foreign.

He’d always been somewhat of a sexual adventurer, but he now realized he’d never ventured much with his heart.

“I think that’s why he’s in the other room. You know he likes to think things over—to plot—while he’s by himself. He has to close himself off before he opens up. But he’s not fighting this. He wouldn’t have let you fuck him if he wanted to be totally in control.”

He pulled her with him under the shower spray.

He needed to kiss her without getting soap or conditioner in their mouths.

He always wanted to be close to Cece, and her words were giving him hope that it was possible to keep them.

Her wet skin against his, so close he felt as though they were melded together, gave him courage.

“I want both of you. I’ve wanted you forever, but I don’t think whatever was between me and Ethan was more than sex and friendship before. ”

She rested her cheek on his chest as he tangled his fingers through her hair, combing out the conditioner. “We’re all in so deep.”

He just hoped they wouldn’t live to regret it.