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Stunned, I wasn’t sure how to react. There were so many big events and emotional moments this week, I didn’t know how to feel about anything. The only thing I was currently sure of was that being with these men, all three of them made me feel good. They made me feel even better when they were deep inside my body and after such a monumental and chaotic week, I needed to feel whatever it was they made me feel.
The truth was that my entire perception of what love was had been flipped on its head when my mother disowned me, and my father still stood by her as together, they tried to take my men down. When Chris turned his back on me and couldn’t forgive me for being with his best friends, when he went even further to take the apartment away from me, it was like he just ripped a page from a book except the page was my heart, and the book was me. I wasn’t sure I knew how to define love or whether I needed to come up with a new definition for the word.
Yet as Mario held me, as he pulsed within me, making me feel safe and cared for, I knew by his actions that he wasn’t lying when he said it. Everything inside me wanted to say it back, but I was terrified. It all felt too big. Just too much. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready to handle too much.
So instead of responding, I kissed him. Whatever I couldn’t make of my words could be shown through my actions. Whatever it was that I felt, I wasn’t sure how to label it. But my lips, my kiss, and my body was the most honest response I could give him. My kiss was patient, pulling a sigh from his lips. Our tongues slid against each other, making me clench around him. The prickliness of his beard tickled my palm, exciting me as I held his face. Time stood still.
“Mario,” I breathed. Our mouths moved over each other, and our lips were pleasured just as much as the bits between our legs.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hung onto him, pressing my breasts against his sweaty chest, deepening the kiss. He groaned, and his arms moved up my back to flutter through my hair. My hips moved against him in response. My movement wasn’t rapid. I could feel my slick folds moving apart to make way for his hardness, inch by inch with each rotation of my ass and groin. Soon, we were taking breaks between kissing to breathe as the air we exhaled became unified. No more words were necessary between us.
He wrapped me in one arm and laid me on my back while he was still buried inside me. We lay there kissing until my brain became foggy. It was like we had just entered into some sort of dream state. As we kissed, he moved against me, but it seemed he couldn’t help grinding into me even though his focus was on my mouth. The slow strokes of his manhood coupled with the agonizingly slow kiss was delicious. With each taste of him, I craved even more.
Our breaths grew shorter, and the only thing I could feel was the building pressure between my legs. Separating my lips from his, I reached for his ass, pulling him against me. He took note of my cue and kissed me on the lips before picking up the pace of his hips. My body grew wings, and I was soaring as each stroke moved against my walls, leaving me no choice but to wail in pleasure.
The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was dizzying, and his name fell from my lips. Over and over again, I moaned his name until we were both drenched, nearing our end. His grunt as his own orgasm rocked him, fed my own as I tightened my legs around his hips. Clutching onto his hard, muscled back, I milked him until we both shook, spent and satiated.
Chapter 36
Jared
“Thankyou,Matteo.Thislooks amazing,” I said to the personal chef I hired for tonight. A personal chef wasn’t always present in my house. Usually, his presence would be necessary if I were trying to impress a client, and they were invited to come over to discuss business. But tonight was more special and more important to me than a business meeting. Tonight was about Tiffany. It was about us.
Picking up the remote to my sound system, I selected a playlist, wanting to make sure the right mood was set the moment she walked through the door. She was about to be here very soon, and I had just come down from a shower, dressed in a loose, long-sleeved white button-down shirt that was mostly unbuttoned, except for the ones at the bottom. My pants were classic, satin loungewear that looked good enough to wear out. My hair was freshly cut, and I added some conditioner to my beard, before spritzing my favorite cologne and aftershave.
Barefooted, I walked closer to the table, admiring Matteo’s work and feeling proud, nervous, and excited for Tiffany to come over. Many years had passed since the last time I attempted to be romantic in any sort of way. That was something I did in my younger years when I didn’t have a company to run. But after everything Tiffany and I had been through together and every moment she proved to me that she saw me in the past couple of days at court, she deserved this. We deserved this. More than anything, I wanted to do this, to see her face glow over candlelight and watch the flame dance in her green eyes.
The playlist I selected played in the background. It was a gentle mix of R&B, jazz, easy listening, and blues music. Matteo had lit candles throughout my dining room and between the plates arranged on my table. Silverware laid next to white plates, as well as an assortment of red flower petals scattered on white tablecloth. Wine glasses chilled in the fridge along with dessert that he would bring out toward the end. Chicken, filet mignon, steak, pasta, and salads were on the menu for tonight to give her options. Matteo would serve our meals to us as soon as we sat down. Whatever we didn’t eat tonight would be my lunch tomorrow.
Hurried tension raced through my body, but it wasn’t bad tension; it was anticipation. I hoped she liked this and was happy with the type of wine, food, and dessert I’d gone ahead to order. It was a surprise, so it would have been weird to call her to find out what she wanted to eat tonight. Or maybe it wouldn’t have been. What did I know? Whew. Okay. Relax.
Checking my breath and my hair in the hallway mirror, I wondered if I looked okay or if my hair was cut too low and didn’t suit my face. The doorbell rang, and my body jumped a little, but excitement had me moving toward the door in a rush.
My mouth went dry at the sight of her in a bronze, knee-length dress that draped across her bosoms and slid over her smaller hips. It reminded me of a sexy nightgown, which had my heart beating irregularly. Tonight wasn’t about sex as much as it was about sitting in her company and being mesmerized by the vision of her. It was about talking about whatever we wanted to and allowing ourselves to become even closer with each other.
But the way she looked in that dress almost made me forget there was dinner in the kitchen, waiting to be eaten. I was overcome with the need to pick her up and race upstairs with her to have her for dinner. Gulping, I stepped aside and let her in.
She smiled at me, whipping her straightened red hair over her shoulders. She was so close, the length of her hair moved against the opening of my shirt, fluttering across my chest. She smelled like an intoxicating cocktail. Absolutely heavenly.
Mint danced on her breath as she leaned into me. “Hi,” she said close to my lips before kissing me.
Oh, hell. My pants tightened in response, and I pulled her against me, pressing my mouth into hers, nibbling her bottom lip. Fuck, it would be hard not to devour her tonight, but I was more interested in showing her that the way I felt for her was more than just about the sex. It was her that I wanted.
Still, I submitted to my urge to trail my finger against the thin strap of her dress, allowing it to fall over her shoulder, and I licked her clavicle before kissing her there. Her scent had my dick pounding, and it was hard as hell to pull away from her as she tossed her hair out of the way of my mouth and moaned.
Shit. Her braless cleavage was so close to the palm of my hand, but I was trying to be on my best behavior. We’d had sex before and if we were both lucky, we’d have it again but tonight didn’t have to go there. A part of me also wanted to know if she’d want more than just sex from me too. Not that I’d ever complain about that.
Groaning, I pulled my head up from her skin and took her hand in mine. “I have a surprise for you.” My voice was hoarse, and my heart was still galloping as we walked toward the dining room. All the while, I eyed the staircase, contemplating a change of plans.
“Do I have to close my eyes?” she asked, leaning into me and hugging me around my elbow. Her matching strappy heels echoed across my wooden floors.
I smiled. “Nah.”
As we stepped inside the kitchen, her eyes widened. She turned toward me with her jaw dropped. “Wow,” she breathed, and her eyes grew moist even though she smiled.
“Are you okay?” I grinned, cupping her chin.
“This is so nice.” She sniffled. “You did this for me?”
