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Then Carlo finally pulled out and dropped onto the bed beside me. Eve rolled off me and over Carlo. We settled ourselves beside my big lumberjack. His chest was rising and falling with each breath he took. Like he’d just run a marathon or something.
Of course, Eve and I were doing the same thing.
With our heads on his chest, we gazed at each other and started giggling. “That was a surprise.” Her laugh was contagious. Even Carlo chuckled under our heads.
“You can say that again. Carlo’s cock is enough of a surprise all on its own. But his sneak attacks added that extra—” I tried to think of the right word.
“Boom?” Eve helped me out. And then we erupted into another fit of giggles.
Carlo’s arms curled around us and hauled us closer to him. “You two are little fucking vixens. Tempting me like that.” His head shook as he gave us each a kiss. “I’ve never tried so hard not to come before in my life.”
Eve leaned over and kissed my lips. “Love you, honey.” Her eyes were soft and caring. And full of love.
“Love you, too, Evie,” I said to my best friend in the whole world. And it was the truth.
I loved her.
And I’d always love her.
“I don’t get any love?” Carlo asked with a smile in his voice.
I pushed myself up and looked down at my smexy, mussed-up lumberjack. “I think you’ve had a lot of love.”
Before I knew it, Carlo had Eve and me on our backs—one of his legs between each of ours. “Oh, you ladies are going to give me a lot more loving. Who should I pick first?”
Eve and I laughed.
And then Carlo chose me to give him more love.
And I gave it.
Over and over again.
8
Giselle
I’d just finished showering from our afternoon of love with Carlo.
He and Eve had fallen asleep in each other’s arms after we all collapsed to the bed after the last round.
Needless to say, Carlo enjoyed his ménage-filled afternoon with us.
I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t quite find peace.
So, I decided to get up and shower and then start making supper.
My hair was still wet, but it would dry in the sun and warm breeze outside. First, I had to slip the roast in the oven and get the veggie dishes ready. I contemplated whipping up a seafood dish, too. Goodness knows there was enough of it in the fridge.
I opened a bottle of water and took a long sip. Halfway through the bottle, I heard a familiar voice say, “All that fucking makes a girl thirsty.”
I dropped the bottle on the floor and choked on the water I’d just inhaled.
I spun around to see my freaking father standing in the doorway.
I wiped my mouth and coughed. “What are you doing?” I choked out in between coughing up a lung.
He sneered and walked to the edge of the island. After leaning on it, he stole a handful of crackers from a bowl. “Keeping an eye on you.” He snickered, while crunching away. “I’ve learned that you’re a very busy girl, Bella.”
