“I want to see you guys come for me,” I rasp out, barely holding on. Thankfully, Carter takes my cue when I tap his hip, and he reaches around for Marcus’s cock.
I don’t try to draw it out. There’s no edging this time, just a race to that moment of supreme pleasure. Carter’s orgasm hits first, but thankfully, Marcus isn’t far behind. With an unholysnarl, I manage to fuck Carter even harder until I reach that pinnacle myself.
I shudder as my orgasm catches me, my vision turning blurry from the sweat dripping into my eyes. I lay against Carter for a moment, thoroughly wrung out, as I struggle to find air again. With a groan, I finally leverage myself off him, and roll off the bed. Going into the bathroom, I clean up, and then grab two washcloths, wetting them with warm water so I can clean my lovers too. I snort softly when I make it back into our bedroom, and both are still in the same position.
“Alright, let’s get you guys cleaned up, and then, it's bedtime.” I catch Marcus’s eyes as I start to clean him once they’ve finally moved. “And you are staying right here in this bed tonight. I already cleared it with Javi.”
His sleepy, grateful smile tells me everything I need to know about my decision being the right one. Both are as slow as sloths, but eventually, I get them settled under the covers. I take care of the used washcloths in the hamper, and turn out the light before joining them. Carter grumbles for a moment, but accepts his position in the middle. I think he had wanted to put me there from his murmurs. I simply chuckle, because there will be a next time, and a next, and so on and so on. We’ll have more than enough chances for everyone to take a turn in the middle.
“Love you both,” I whisper in the darkness.
Two sleepy men groggily slur back, “Love you too, Sir.”
It’s enough. Especially as their breathing soon changes to let me know they’re asleep. It’s more than enough even…it’s perfect. The two of them. The three of us. And the love we share.
Ibrush Sandro’s hair back from his forehead as he sleeps. His emotional breakdown in Ian’s office wore my poor Boy out. I keep my touch light and gentle, even as he stirs awake, his eyelashes fluttering before he opens his vivid blue eyes. The softness in them is breathtaking, and I want to see that every day, though I wouldn’t mind seeing some bloodlust there as well.
There was a spark of something when he took care of Jenna’s murderers, but it dimmed too quickly. Allesandro seems to be having a hard time reconciling the past with the present, and it’s holding my Boy back. It's something I’m going to have to take care of, to nurture and bring back to life, because I can’t stand seeing him live such a half-life.
My answer would have been different a few months ago—hell, even a few weeks ago—but seeing him care for Emilio, seeing him try with Roman and the Boys... It gives meunderstanding and a connection to a man I never wanted to like, let alone care for. The different pieces that he’s broken himself into, in order to “fit in”, has left a sour taste in my mouth. I may be an asshole, but I don’t want to see anyone broken.
If Allesandro would be happy spending all his time in the kitchen, I wouldn’t say a word, and although the hours he spends baking brings him joy, it’s not sustaining him. There needs to be a balance, and that’s where I step in.
Even without…whatever it is that we’re doing, I would have taken care of it, because I don’t want a broken thing around my Baby Boy. And right now, that’s exactly what Sandro is.
That was all before. One look at the way he cared for his Boy, his love for him, it was a glimpse into the man he could be, as he sat on the other side of Emilio…
The protective instincts that stupidly thought I could save Cris when we were younger, that I have since honed with every lover I’ve collected, flared to life. For him.
Becoming Sandro’s Daddy wasn't planned, but as surely as I knew Hollis was it for me, I also know Allesandro Martelli is as well. He’s climbed under my skin as deeply as our Baby Boy did, and as irritating as it is that I can't hate him any longer, it feels right.
“You okay, Sweetheart?” I ask quietly.
A lovely flush runs across his cheeks as he nods. “Tired.”
“I know. You can go back to sleep if you want? You’ve only been out for a few hours, and it’s been quite the emotional few days for you.”
He lets out a shaky breath and scoots up a little. “C—can I ask you something?”
“Of course. You never have to hide your thoughts…unless I tell you not to speak, of course. But you’re such a good Boy, I know I won’t have to do that.”
He reddens further and sits up in bed, moving away from me a little.
I watch him carefully as he wraps his arms around himself. “Sandro?”
He lets out a shaky breath, and stares at me with such vulnerability that I know I have to tread carefully, lest he break apart.
“Are…are you really my Daddy?”
I sit up and study him, watching the way he curls in on himself, and looks so hopeful and terrified all at once. “Do you believe I’m the type to string you along?” I ask dangerously, reminding myself that he’s lost and vulnerable, and Emilio would kill me if I scared him.
“No…but…it’s just for Emilio, right? You can’t…possibly care that much about me. And I get it, okay. I understand that you’re his Daddy, and want him to be safe, but?—”
“Quiet,” I order. “I do not want to hear another word out of your mouth right now.”
His mouth snaps shut with an audible click of his teeth. Shifting, I move to loom over him, forcing him to slide down in the bed as I place one hand beside his head to hold myself up.
“Listen to me, and listen well, Allesandro, because there is nothing I hate more than repeating myself. I do not do anything I don’t want to. I don’t touch, kiss, fuck, or even look at another man, unless I’m serious about keeping him.” I won’t tell him that Javi is the exception to that rule, because like fuck am I keeping that ball of psychopath. “If you believe that is the type of person I am, I wonder how you became Il Padrone.” A flash of defiance enters his eyes, but it's there and gone so fast that if I wasn’t looking, I would have missed it. “I never do anything I am not confident about, Piccolo.