Page 6 of What’s Left of You (What Left #2)

He hums, and I moan as I adjust and try to get him to give me more. I think he’s going to go easy on me today, my fingers dragging across his head as he worships me on the countertop, his tongue sliding into me as I moan above him.

But like always, he has something else up his sleeve. “Remember what you told me?”

He hardly pulls back, the words spoken between my legs with his eyes turned up, my shirt nearly hiding his expression. I look down at him, digging my nails into his scalp for the question.

This is what he wants to do right now?

Swallowing, I shake my head. “N-no.”

God, that sounds pathetic. My legs are bouncing, his teasing doing nothing but working me up. I’m not even close to an orgasm, and usually he’s so good at getting me there. He simply raises a brow, leaning in again to kiss my pussy before pulling back to stand.

I wait. He’s going to pull his cock free and fuck me, or bend me over the counter this morning, or maybe push me to my knees…

But the longer we stand together, the distinct sounds of the coffee maker in the background, the less certain I am about what he’s doing. I look around, almost afraid of what he’ll say next. “Vinny?”

He taps my chin. “Trauma?”

I swallow, my legs twitching. I can’t close them when he’s still standing between them, and he lazily reaches out to trace his fingers over my clit again. It makes my eyes roll, but I’m still trying to focus on what he’s aiming for. “What are you doing?”

He leans in, his nose almost brushing mine. “Reminding you why you loved being a group of three.”

His words bang around in my head, my brows slowly drawing together as he teases me. “But Alastair-”

“Isn’t here,” he agrees, staying in my bubble. My arms lift to their own accord, wrapping around his neck. “That doesn’t mean I don’t see what you desire, darling.”

My eyes flash, a mix of lust and guilt building in my chest. I know my nightmares are a little… unorthodox, and the broken part of me confuses my trauma with lust, desire, and pleasure.

I can thank Alastair for fucking me up.

His other hand reaches up, tracing along my jaw until he cups the back of my head.

“It doesn’t matter to me where your kinks came from, Jo.

Be it a monster or a lover, I’ll give you all that you need to feel free.

If you want to be the center of attention in my world, know you’re already there.

And I think you already know that you’re the fixation of others too. ”

I swallow again, reaching out to grip his wrist. “Are you… do you mean Sterling?”

He rocks forward a bit, his cock proud and hard beneath the boxer he wore to bed.

I’m close enough to the edge of the counter that I can just feel him rubbing against my center, and all I want to do is slide off of the counter and impale myself on him.

His hand at the back of my head tightens, pushing me in closer until our noses touch.

“You don’t have to let anyone in who you don’t wish to.

I didn’t offer Sterling anything that isn’t mine to give.

I told him the door is open, and he’s on the way.

He can catch us fucking, or doing nothing at all. ”

My core pulses with need at the offer. My husband gets me sometimes better than I do. I dig my teeth into my lip, unsure what I truly want.

Sterling tempts me differently than Alastair ever did, and he’s nothing in comparison to Vinny, but there’s still a draw to him I can’t ignore.

I don’t know if I’d like his hands on me, and for all I know the scars might send him running.

Vinny sees the beauty beneath them, and Alastair caused them, but Sterling’s only seen the bits I allow him to.

Vinny turns from me, his lips sliding across my jaw to my neck, starting their descent downward. “An answer, Trauma. I’ll lock the door now if you ask.”

And probably shoot anyone who tries to get in after. I spy his piece on the other side of the kitchen, the gun holstered but likely loaded and ready for action. The two of them could just as easily get into an argument if Sterling interrupts after I say no.

“He can come in,” I say, Vinny’s kiss turning to a nip against my skin as I speak. My words pitch higher as I continue, his tongue soothing over each bite as quickly as they come. “He can watch, too.”

“Only watch?”

I wet my lips, my eyes falling closed. “This time.”

It’s all Vinny needs to hear. This is a dance we’ve done before, and usually the only people who have a chance at getting this close to us are the people we trust at Sins and Secrets back in Colorado.

And that list is extremely small. Sterling is a total outlier, and to be honest I’ve never wondered about what he gets up to in bed.

Sexy dreams about him don’t count. That’s focusing on my pleasure, not whatever he’s into. I don’t even know how the three of us could ever fit together when Alastair is part of the picture, albeit from a distance nowadays.

I moan when Vinny’s fingers find my pussy, and he slides two inside my dripping core with ease.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my eyes flying open.

Up here I’m the same height as he is, our eyes locking together as he finger fucks me on the counter.

I can smell coffee in the background, and if he wants to give me the morning of my dreams he’s coming pretty goddamn close.

His eyes are still darker than usual, heavy with lust and adoration.

Reaching out I trace the tattoo on his neck, dragging my fingers down to the neckline of his fitted shirt as my mouth falls open.

My hips rock against his hand, and his other releases the back of my head as I ride his fingers, the shirt falling back down my body.

I catch his hand as he leans back, dropping my gaze to stare down at the back of his hand as he slows his fingers inside of me.

I look at the letters hidden in the details of the rose, some of the only Italian Vinny ever taught me rolling off my tongue as I repeat the phrase I know by heart.

“ Sempre, fino alla fine, qualunque cosa accada .”

He lifts our hands, kissing my knuckles as he repeats it in English. It’s not the literal translation that he says back to me, but Vinny once shared that this is a prettier way to say it in Italian and still get out point across. “Always, and to the very end.”

Vinny shifts us, his hand leaving my pussy as I slide off the counter. The tile is cool against my feet as he sets me down, and I watch as he tugs off his shirt before my hands find the waistband of his boxers and tug them from his hips.

He barely has time to step out before my mouth is on him, the desperate need to shut out the rest of the world overwhelming as I lean in and take his swollen head in my mouth. He offers me a grunt of approval, one hand resting on the top of my head as I suck on him, coating him with my saliva.

When I start bobbing my head he moans, his fingers tightening on my hair as I take him deeper into my mouth. We didn’t fuck earlier this morning, the news ruining any plans we had for that, and when I reach up to cup his sack I can already feel how tight he is. He’s waited for me.

“Good girl,” he grumbles, his voice deep as he pushes on my head.

I happily comply, taking him deeper until I gag, and even then our eyes meet and he pushes me a little further.

I can feel myself getting wetter, everything taking over and turning my mind to the perfect kind of mush that I need to get through today.

There’s a distant knock, and Vinny growls as he rocks his hips forward. He doesn’t respond right away to the noise, snapping his hips forward a couple times until I gag again and my nails drag over the skin on his thighs, purposefully leaving behind red lines this time.

He shoots me a grin, pulling back so I can breathe until his cock pops free of my mouth. “Up on the counter, Trauma. Or would you rather the wall?”

I’m already dragging him over, needing to be overwhelmed by only him. “Wall.”

He lifts me up, pressing my back to the wall directly in line with the door. I whimper, trying to find friction as he lines us up. My hands grip his shoulders, my mind silently hoping there are some fun bruises after this. I need it rough.

Vinny winks at me, clearing his throat as he raises his voice. It’s only been a couple seconds since the knock, and when I twist my head towards the door I realize we can see Sterling’s car parked near the curb through the curtains. “It’s open!”

The door opens just as he slams into me, and my eyes roll as a moan slips free. Sterling pushes the door open and stops halfway into the house as all of Vinny’s attention returns to me. His lips are on my neck again, biting the skin as I moan, and my eyes land on Sterling and refuse to leave.

He’s paralyzed in the doorway as I moan, looking between the two of us as Vinny fucks me against the wall. Belatedly, I realize there was a possibility he’d bring another agent with him even if it’s Saturday, but it looks like he’s alone.

I moan when Vinny rolls his hips, making my jaw pop open again before I manage to speak. “D-door. Close the fucking door.”

It slams as Sterling throws it closed, his eyes still looking between the two of us. I scratch my nails across Vinny’s shoulders as I gasp, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes me want to see stars.

I can’t look away from Sterling, because what if he sees only the damage done to me? I’ve come to love who I am, but that doesn’t mean anyone else has to.

He doesn’t disappoint, his hands twitching before he stumbles the few steps to the couch and grips the back of it with white knuckles. The other hand comes up to his mouth, and he’s biting his knuckles to keep from saying anything.

Vinny stops attacking my neck, straightening a bit to kiss my jaw at the same time that his fingers tap roughly over my clit. I yelp, and hadn’t even realized he moved his hand. “Such a good girl today, Jo.”