Letters to the Baumgarters (16 page)

I arched back against Mason, wiggling my behind into the saddle of his
hips, feeling the hard length of his cock tenting his boxers. He made a small
noise in his throat, his fingers digging into my hip.

“I got you both all excited,” I whispered, watching Nico’s eyes darken
when I reached under his towel. He was hard too, pulsing in my hand. 

“You did,” Nico agreed, biting his lip, eyes half-closing in pleasure as
I began to stroke him.

“Can you blame us?” Mason kissed my shoulder, my neck, his cock wedging
itself further against the crack of my behind.

“You really should rest, bella. You’re still not well.” Nico moaned when
I thumbed the head of his cock, rubbing at the frenulum, so sensitive.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “The doctor said I could.”

“He did?” I heard the hopeful tone in Mason’s voice and chuckled, rolling
onto my back and reaching for his cock too.

“You should still take it easy,” Nico warned, but his cock was swelling
in my fist.

“This
is
easy,” I murmured, drawing them both closer by tugging on
their cocks. Nico had lost his towel and Mason’s boxers were pulled down, the
elastic caught under his balls. I pushed the covers away so I could see,
working each cock in my fist, stroking them into the crook of my thighs.

“Oh god.” Mason groaned, cupping my breast, the one closest to him. Nico
did one better, lowering his head to suck my nipple between his lips, making me
whimper and squirm between them.

“You’ve got such beautiful breasts,” Nico whispered. My flesh filled
their hands, both of them thrusting against me.

“Doesn’t she?” Mason joined him in sucking my tits, their tongues making
hot, wet trails. “Oh fuck, Dani, you jerk me off so good.”

Nico moaned against my breast, his hand finding its way down between my
legs. I was still a little moist from the shower, but I was more wet from
having their hard cocks in my hands, knowing how much they both wanted me. His
finger moved down my slit, opening me, finding my hole.

“Is that a good idea?” Mason frowned, watching Nico’s fingers move in and
out of me.

I moaned, rocking up against his hand. “I’d say it’s a very good idea.”

“Are you sure?” Mason reached down, parting me with his fingers, giving
Nico more room to fuck me with his.

“Rub my clit,” I whispered to Mason, shifting my hips up. He strummed it
gently, making me shiver, his cock getting bigger in my hand. They were both
breathing hard, playing with my pussy and letting me stroke them, all of us
finding an easy rhythm.

“Who’s gonna come first?” I teased, thumbing the head of Mason’s cock and
squeezing Nico’s tight in my fist. They both groaned against my breasts.

“You are,” Mason panted, making fast circles over my throbbing clit. Nico
redoubled his efforts too, plunging his fingers into my pussy.

“Nuh-uh.” I gasped, jerking them faster, pointing them toward my pussy
where their hands were busy trying to get me off. And they were going to
succeed, sooner rather than later. Nico’s fingers squelched in my pussy,
fucking me hard, and Mason was incredibly skilled, knowing just where to touch
me, pushing me closer and closer to climax.

“Oh god.” I groaned, thrashing on the bed. Their tongues made hot circles
against my nipples and they glistened like dark jewels in the lamp light. “Oh
yes! Yes!”

I bucked my hips up, sure that Mason had been right—I was going to come
first. His cock was stiff, Nico’s too, both of them like steel thrusting in my
hands.

“That’s it, baby,” Mason urged, looking at my face, my eyes half-closed
with pleasure. “Come for me.”

“Come for
me,
” Nico insisted on my other side, and I could have
sworn there were a thousand fingers working between my legs, sending white-hot
sparks through my limbs.

Mason met Nico’s eyes and grinned, moving his fingers down to join
Nico’s, his thumb staying on my clit. They were both fucking me now, their
fingers stretching me wide.

“Come for us,” Mason panted, thrusting hard into my fist, aiming toward
my aching pussy. “Come on, baby, come for us!”

“Yes, bella,” Nico urged. “Come for us. Come all over our hands.”

I glanced between them and groaned, unable to hold out any longer. My
pussy was on fire, the wet sound of them finger-fucking me filling the room.

“I’m gonna come,” I whispered, glancing down to see them working my pussy
over, their cocks like arrows pointing the way. “Oh yes! Yes! Make me come!”

“Oh fuck!” Mason groaned and shoved his hips against me, his cock spewing
cum all over my pussy, their fingers plunging hard and fast. “Oh my fucking
god!”

Nico moaned on the other side of me, his dick swelling in my hand and
then bursting, showering my pussy with cum, shooting it so far it left ropy
strings all over Mason’s cock and balls. I cried out, shuddering with astonished
delight, my pussy clamping down on their fingers, a delicious flutter that
spread outward from my pelvis in pulsing waves.

“What a mess,” I gasped, laughing, looking down between my legs.

“I have just the thing.” Nico, still out of breath, wiped his hand and
cock off with the towel he’d brought to bed, handing it to me. I cleaned myself
up too.

“Were you a boy scout?” Mason asked, taking the towel and rubbing his
crotch clean.

Nico cocked his head. “What’s a boy scout?”

I laughed, snuggling up to him.“Boy scouts must not be big in Italy.”

“What’s a boy scout?” Nico asked again, looking over my head at Mason as
he spooned me from behind.

“Never mind.” Mason smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s just get
our girl down for a nap.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not a baby.”

“You’re my baby.” He kissed me softly and pulled the covers up over all
of us.

I closed my eyes and drifted, safe and warm in their arms.

* * * *

When I woke up, I was alone, and the bed felt empty, cold, even with
Jezebel curled up at my feet. I could hear them talking, the television on. I
put on one of Mason’s button down shirts, buttoning it as I opened the bedroom
door. They were talking in the living room. How long had I slept?

“Hey, there she is.” Mason smiled as I came into the room, patting the
sofa. Nico was on the other side of it and there was a football game on the
television. “How’d you sleep?”

“I feel like I’ve been sleeping for days.” I slipped in between them on
the couch.

“You have.” Nico smiled. “Now that you’re awake, I’ll get dinner
started.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I missed lunch?”

“Afraid so,” Mason replied. “Some amazing pasta thing. There’s leftovers
in the fridge though. If I don’t stop eating this many carbs, I’m gonna gain
fifty pounds.”

“You get used to it.” I laughed. “And you’ll get addicted to Nico’s
cooking.”

“Speaking of cooking, I’ve got to run to the market.” Nico stood, leaning
over to kiss the top of my head. He glanced at Mason. “Take care of her while
I’m gone.”

“Always.” Mason’s arm went around my shoulder, pulling me closer.

“What are you making us?” I snuggled up to Mason, watching Nico put on
his jacket and shoes.

“It’s a surprise.” He smiled. “Be right back.”

“Do I have any real clothes?” I asked Mason, feeling his hand moving in
my hair, stroking gently. “I can’t go around wearing your shirts all day.”

“I don’t see why not.” His hand moved over my shoulder, massaging.
“You’re quite fetching in them.”

I stuck out my tongue at him. “Fetch me some clothes.”

They’d raided my flat, bringing jeans and t-shirts and sweaters. Panties
and bras too. Mason had cleared out one of his drawers for me, and just seeing
our clothes together in the same dresser again made my heart almost stop. That,
more than anything else, gave me pause. Were we really doing this again?

I felt much better in my own clothes, joining Mason in the kitchen where
he was cutting up an orange and boiling water for tea.

“Vitamin C,” he said, putting the orange in front of me with a napkin.
“Nico says it will help you heal.”

“He’s a pretty amazing guy, isn’t he?” I mused, biting into the sweet,
fleshy part of the orange.

“I guess he kinda is.” Mason sat at the table with me. “But you picked
him, so I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less.”

I smiled, watching him get up and pour water, dunking in a tea bag,
thinking about this morning. Had it really happened, or was I dreaming?

“You really scared us, you know.” Mason set the tea in front of me along
with some sugar and milk. “I was afraid we might actually lose you.”

We?
I thought it, but didn’t say it.

“I’m glad we didn’t.” He didn’t meet my gaze but I thought I saw a
tell-tale shine in his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you too. Not after losing her.”

“You did lose me once.” I stirred my tea, thoughtful.

“Not like that.” He blinked fast. “Not forever.”

“Yeah.” I sighed.

“With you, at least I knew I had a chance.” His hand found mine under the
table, squeezing. “With Isabella, there was no going back. She was just…gone.”

Now I was the one blinking back tears. “I wish she wasn’t.”

“Me too.”

“But we could have another baby.”

He looked at me, surprised. “We could?”

“The doctor said we could,” I reminded him.

“You know I’d like that.” Mason smiled. “But what about you?”

I smiled back. “I think I’d like that too.”

I thought for sure I saw tears in his eyes now, and he stood, heading
toward the living room. “Drink your tea. Want to come watch football with me?”

“Soccer, you mean?” I asked, joining him on the sofa.

He scoffed. “It’s called football here in Italy.”

“You’ll be assimilated yet,” I said with a laugh.

“Well on my way, apparently.”

We snuggled on the couch until Nico came in, arms loaded with groceries.
I got up to help, but both men refused to let me. They tucked a blanket around
my legs on the sofa and forced me to drink more tea while they worked in the
kitchen. Mason acted as sous chef and I listened with great amusement as he
followed all of Nico’s orders.

“It is ready yet?” I called, taking a break from reading. “I’m starving!”

“Pazienza!”
Nico snapped. “Patience, patience!”

But he brought me an antipasti, the appetizer,
polop pane e olive
—olives
and octopus on bread. It was so good it only made my stomach rumble more
loudly.

“Oh my god, what is that?” I heard Mason exclaim from the kitchen. When
Nico responded, Mason stuck his head out to say, “I’ve never had octopus
before.”

I laughed. “What do you think?”

“It’s amazing!”

That was just the beginning of amazing. The salad was made with wild
greens and dressed with balsamic and virgin olive oil. Even Mason ate it, and
he rarely ate anything green. Nico made veal scallopini so tender it melted in
our mouths. We moaned so often during dinner than anyone listening would have
thought we were having sex!

And of course, we drank wine. It was more homemade wine, this bottle from
Nico’s sister, Anna, sweet and fruity and delicious.

“I have never had a meal this good,” Mason said, leaning back in his
chair with a satisfied smile. Nico was flushed with pride and he gulped down
more wine.

“Even at
Il Ridotto?
” I asked. Mason had taken me there, as
promised, and the food had been just as good as the first time—although I had
to admit, there was something about Nico’s cooking that set it apart somehow.

“Even there,” Mason countered, shaking his head. “Nico, dude, you need to
open a restaurant. You are totally missing your calling.”

Nico shrugged, replying in English. “That requires capital I don’t have,
I’m afraid. I’ve been saving, but my mother was hoping I’d spend that on a
wedding.”

He looked at me and now I was the one flushing and gulping my wine.

“Listen.” Mason leaned forward, serious. “Trust me when I tell you, a man
should never do what his mother wants him to do—especially just because she
wants him to do it.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, but I didn’t say anything.

“You have to do what
you
want,” Mason urged. “Not what everyone
else wants you to do.”

Nico nodded, looking thoughtful. “Maybe you’re right.”

I wanted to ask Mason who he was and what he’d done with my husband—
ex-husband
.
But looking at Nico, I also felt like jumping up and down for joy, because
Mason was right. Nico was wasting himself and his talents.

We helped Nico clean up and ate dessert—a delectable version of tiramisu
that was like a food orgasm in my mouth with every bite. Both men watched me
eat it with longing in their eyes. We talked for a while about food and
recipes. Then Nico and Mason got into a discussion about U.S. politics and I
zoned out, wandering to the living room and resuming my reading for school.

But I was still recovering, apparently, because my eyes grew tired fast
and I fell asleep on the couch. When both men tried to cover me with a blanket
at bedtime, I protested, reaching for them.

“Put me to bed,” I insisted.

They looked at each other, both asking, “Where?” at the same time.

Instead of responding, I showed them, taking off all my clothes and
crawling into the middle of Mason’s bed. He joined me on one side, with Nico on
the other, and this time, we all just slept, back to belly, me tucked safely
and happily right where I wanted to be—between them both.

Chapter Eight

Dear Carrie and Doc,

I understand your reluctance to make a choice. You can only imagine my
own! I think Mason wants to marry me again. And Nico… he’s clearly committed to
a life with me, and I have a feeling he’d propose in a heartbeat if I gave him
a hint of encouragement. What am I supposed to do? Things are getting more and
more complicated by the day and I have to find a way out of this mess.