Dawn, Dakota - Blessed Times Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (32 page)

Branda shook her head. “No. I think being related to them through marriage will be fine.”

Trey joined them on the bed, giving her another reason to be happy she wasn’t blood-kin to them.

* * * *

Fingers swirled in lazy circles on Branda’s arm. She groaned and tried to cover her head with a pillow. A rumble of masculine laughter greeted her. Turning over, she raised a dark brow. “Why are you in here messing with me while we are on vacation?”

Trey didn’t look the least bit sorry. “Because we have places to go. I let you sleep in. It’s eleven-thirty. I’m getting hungry, and we are going to Mama Mia’s for lunch. So get a move on. You wouldn’t want me to die of hunger, would you?”

A smile tugged at her lips. “No. I can’t have you dying before I’ve had my fill of you.”

“Let’s hope that’s not for a very, very long time,
tesoro mio
. Actually, I hope it never happens. I know I’ll never tire of you.” Strong hands ran down her sheet-covered body.

“Keep doing that and I will forever need you. Do we have time for a quickie?” She purred as she stroked his chest.

“The way you purr makes me wish we had time for a quickie, but we don’t because Troy made reservations for us at twelve-fifteen. That means you have to get moving and stop trying to seduce me. You can seduce me later when we have time for more than a quickie.”

Strong hands helped her up and gently pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

Forty minutes later, they were ordering pizza and cheesy breadsticks at a nice little mom-and-pop restaurant. The atmosphere was wonderful. All the woodwork—tables, chairs, door frames and a large long bar—was hand carved by local artists. The soft lighting glowed warmly, and the people who worked there were friendly and did their jobs well. Their waitress greeted the twins by using their last name, then asked who the lovely lady was with them. They told her she was Troy’s fiancée and that started a round of drinks on the house. Branda was told when the waitress left that the owners and
Nonno
and
Nonna
were good friends.

Within a few minutes, the food arrived. The delicious aroma wafting from the pizza and made her mouth water. Troy handed her a plate, and they all dug in. Damn, it was good. One more reason to love Italy.

They enjoyed their food and the sights around them for a good fifty minutes. Branda smiled to herself as she watched a toddler eat spaghetti.

“What do you think about the food? It’s good, no?” Troy asked as he reached out for a breadstick.

“It’s the best. You people really know how to eat.”

A spark of desire flared in their eyes.

Trey leaned close to her. “Yes,
tesoro mio
, we do know how to eat. Tonight we’ll spread those luscious thighs of yours and feast.”

Color infused her cheeks, and her gaze darted around the busy restaurant. “It’s not nice to tease me when we are in public.”

“He was not teasing you, darling. He was just letting you know what we are going to do to you later. Tonight we will feast.” Troy’s voice was husky and full of promise.

“I’m full. I vote we take the leftovers home and let the feasting begin.” Her voice shook with arousal.

“We can take the leftovers for tonight, but we can’t go home yet. We have one more stop then we promise to take you home,” Trey said as he motioned for the bill and a box.

Brows drawn together, she asked in a huff, “Surely we can go tomorrow?”

A soft chuckle drifted over to her from a grinning Troy. “No. We have to go shopping at one store then we can go home. I don’t think it will take too long.”

Branda sighed dramatically. “Okay.”

They escorted her out and into their car. Ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a jewelry store.

Heart fluttering, she walked into the small store with them.

Troy and Trey went over and talked to the man who had greeted them when they walked in. He smiled and moved to a case where he pulled out several rows of rings.

Trey walked up to her and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry about the cost. Pick the wedding ring that calls to your heart. You have to love it because you will wear it forever,
tesoro mio
. Choose only the one you love, the one that calls to you.”

His fingers laced through hers as he walked her to the counter.

Her eyebrows shot up at the sight before her. The most exquisite rings she’d ever seen were laid out for her to choose one.

Troy’s eyes gleamed in approval at her reaction to the rings. “Branda, this is Amedeo. Amedeo, this is Branda. She will soon be my wife and our
vero amore
.” Looking at her, Troy continued, “Amedeo handcrafts all his jewelry. He makes the best in the world. That is why we brought you here to pick out your ring. Trey and I will pick out our rings as well. Pick whichever one you want, darling. You can trust in Amedeo’s craftsmanship. I trust no one else with such an important piece of jewelry.”

Amedeo’s cheeks darkened. “You are too kind.” Turning for a moment, he retrieved a ring sizer. “Your hand, please. I need to see what size your finger is.”

Laying her hand in his, she watched as he found her size. After getting her ring size, he did the same thing to Troy and Trey. She wondered what he thought about her being with both of them. He didn’t show any signs that he thought their situation was strange or wrong. He was, in fact, quite friendly and seemed truly happy for them. Too bad her mother didn’t feel the same way.

Pushing her negative thoughts aside, she let her eyes scan the rings. They kept returning to one set. Pointing it out, she let Amedeo pick it up and hand it to her. She figured most jewelers liked to handle their own creations, and by his smile, she was sure she was right. After checking the size, he slid the two rings onto her finger. A perfect fit. Holding her hand back, she looked at the ring set. She loved them. The engagement ring was made with a yellow gold band and had three princess-cut diamonds housed in white gold. To her, they represented the three of them. Looking at the wedding band, her heart tripped. It was so beautiful. The band was a wide two-tone. One side was white gold, and the other yellow gold. The inside was a triple layer of coarse and heavy sandblasted yellow and white gold shaped in waves. White gold waves were sandwiched between yellow gold waves. A picture of her sandwiched between the twins flashed in her mind. Fighting a blush, she showed the twins.

Trey murmured, “It is perfect for you,
tesoro mio
.” He took her hand and brushed a light kiss across her knuckles.

Holding up his own hand, Trey showed her the ring he and Troy liked. Her eyes rounded appreciatively. How on earth the jeweler so seamlessly melded the yellow and white gold, she would never know. Their rings of choice had white gold on the outsides of the band and a strip of yellow gold down the middle. A single diamond was nestled down in the yellow gold.

Finding her voice, Branda spoke from her heart. “I love it.”

Trey smiled grandly then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “The band represents all of us, with you in the middle, of course. The diamond reminds me of you
, piccolo tesoro mio
.”

“That’s so sweet.” Swallowing the emotional lump in her throat, Branda held back her tears. “
Ti amo
.”

Sweeping her up in his arms, Trey held her tightly to his chest. It was the first time she’d said she loved him in Italian. She was glad she’d forced the tearful words past the lump in her throat. They seemed to bring him great joy.

Noticing that they all agreed with the choices made, Troy had been busy paying the jeweler.

Amedeo took the wedding bands and boxed them safely up for the trio. Placing them in a gold bag with the store’s name on it, he handed the rings to Troy. Branda kept the engagement ring on at Troy’s insistence.

They headed straight home from the jewelry store, much to Branda’s delight.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Branda was glad to be home.

Stepping into the house, Troy’s eyes were drawn to the color red. Right inside the door was a picnic basket with a large red-velvet bow on top.

Troy went to it and opened it up. A slow smile moved across his face. Lifting the basket, he moved it to the table. “
Nonna
was here. Bless her soul.”

Trey put the leftover pizza, breadsticks, and dipping sauce in the refrigerator then strolled over and peered into the basket. “Oh man, are we going to have fun.”

Branda examined the contents of the basked. “Oh my.” This was a basket full of pleasure items. Some edible, some not. She took in all the items: a bucket of ice chilling two bottles of wine, three crystal wine glasses etched with flowers about an inch from the rim, crystal bowls filled with cheese cubes, dipping oil and bread, bite-sized fruit, and truffles marked chocolate-raspberry and chocolate-cinnamon-vanilla bean. Another crystal bowl was marked chocolate-almond-apricot brittle. A leather blindfold brought all kinds of kinky thoughts to her mind. The basket also contained a jar of sea-salt body scrub, a bottle of cinnamon oil and a bottle of lemon oil, and lastly a sheet of plastic. That last one puzzled her. Cutting her gaze to the twins, her stomach fluttered with those crazy butterflies again. The expressions on their faces were purely predatory.

They looked at each other then nodded.

Their secret code sucked as far as she was concerned.

Troy grabbed up the basket, and Trey swept her up in his arms and followed Troy up the stairs and into their bedroom suite.

Troy put the basket on the table in their room then headed for the bathroom and started running the bath water.

With heated green eyes, Trey stripped Branda of her clothes with deliberate slowness. Once she was bare, his hot gaze roamed her body hungrily. “Go get in the tub. We’ll be there in a minute.”

Pivoting on her heel, she headed to the bathroom. Her body thrummed with excitement. She stopped short when she looked up and saw Troy standing in the bathroom doorway, naked. He was staring at her like she truly was a feast. The tiny butterflies in her stomach danced with joy. Resuming her stride, she was surprised when he stepped back into the bathroom. As she neared, he took her arm and helped her into the tub.

A quick kiss was planted on her lips. “We’ll be back in just a minute.”

True to their word, the twins returned in no time at all.

Troy was carrying a bottle of opened wine and the glasses. Trey was carrying the body scrub. Her eyes traveled down his now naked body. Mmm, delicious. These two were like a wet dream come true.

Troy poured them all a glass of wine then stepped into the tub.

Trey opened the scrub, but left it on the wide edge of the tub. He slid into the tub then picked up his glass of wine.

Once they all had their wine glasses in hand, Troy raised his in toast. “To the best grandparents in the whole world.”

Branda and Trey touched their glasses to Troy’s. “Salute.” They all took a drink then leaned back to relax in the warm water as they drank their wine.

Glancing around the massive bathroom, Branda commented, “I love this house. When you said we were coming here on vacation, I figured we would be staying at the Cortino hotel. This place is so much more private.”

“And privacy is just what we need. The hotel is extremely nice, but our privacy is golden. Tomorrow we’ll go by the hotel and check with management and bookkeeping. We like to keep the employees on their toes. They never know when we may pop in. It keeps them honest and us in business.” Troy scooted closer to Branda and ran a firm hand up her thigh. “Speaking of business, we need to get down to the business of rubbing your sweet little body with sea salt.”

Trey retrieved the scrub and scooped some out then handed the jar to Troy who did the same.

“Lean your head back and close your eyes. I don’t want you to watch. I want you to feel every stroke of our hands.”

Troy’s tone was the commanding one that always made her natural juices flow and made her want to do whatever he told her to. Leaning back, she did as he ordered. Heat gathered rapidly between her thighs.

They each took an arm and worked up from her fingers to her shoulders before getting more scrub and moving on to her breasts. A moan escaped her lips as they circled her breasts in slow, measured strokes, each circle moving closer to the taut peaks. They were playing with her. Every time she thought they were going to finally touch her aching nipples, they would retreat and start circling her full mounds again.

When she felt their hands move across her rounded stomach and on to her thighs, she growled in displeasure.

Matching chuckles met her ears.

“Easy, darling. We plan on giving you what you need as soon as we get to the bed.” Troy’s voice was full of promise.

“Let’s go now,” she pleaded. “I can’t stand it any longer.”

To her distress and pleasure, they continued rubbing down her legs then slowly massaged her feet until she felt as limp as a wet noodle.

Leisurely they stroked back up her body, this time rubbing and massaging every inch of her body. She almost came when Trey stroked her nipples while Troy stroked between her legs, but they stopped right before she reached paradise.