TWO
SEBASTIEN
Giancarlo lifted hishead. “Anthony! I told you to shut your fucking phone off.”
I watched Anthony fish it out of his pocket and toss his jeans back on the floor. He winked that grin at me.
Giancarlo yanked his jeans back on and stomped away. “Now I have to scan and rewire my security system. Gimme that!” He grabbed Anthony’s phone.
I bent over the bed at my mess of a woman, reeling from all our cocks. “How was that?” I kissed Becca.
“Amazing.” She licked her lips and stretched that naked body marked with all our cum.
“Kind of ironic, you trying to destroy us over a date rape drug.” Anthony curled up next to her on the other side. “And then you asked for a rape fantasy.”
She reared up on her elbows. “There’s a huge difference between role playing a fantasy and actual rape, Anthony.” With her head leaning against my shoulder, she further said, “I trust you. I love you.”
“Aww, I love you too, princess.”
“Queen,” I reminded him, sternly.
Anthony lifted his gray eyes to me and then planted his mouth on me. “My bad.” His tongue in my mouth still set me off balance. In all the times we’d had sex before making Rebecca ours, we never kissed. I had to keep reminding myself, I was in a relationship with Anthony too.
“God, that’s so hot.” Rebecca’s warm lips on my throat with a man’s tongue in my mouth made me hard again.
“I want to make love to you softer this time, but I have to cook dinner.” I groaned and pushed on my hard on.
“I’ll fuck her again,” Anthony said. “I never get completely soft.”
“I know,” Rebecca and I said together.
I held her so damn tight surprised at how good I’d felt having her back. After I’d revised the shit out of that pharmaceutical contract, cornering the Filipino manufacturer with all kinds of technical contract violations, they let us out of the agreement and returned most of our investment.
They might have thought twice about screwing one mafia family. But four? Including a Domenico. That money hit our account in record time. I then dug into all the projects at my father’s company, Daria Inc., and made sure I would not be surprised like that again.
My father had barely spoken to me since the confrontation in Anthony Sr.’s office. His prolonged silence would have broken me if I’d not had Rebecca back in my life. Back in my bed. Whenever I wanted her. When she wasn’t satisfying another man. The sharing element surprisingly hadn’t bothered me like I thought it would. I knew she loved me. And after what I’d done to her, let her go without a fight, and what I’d become, a masochist who let Anthony Messina fuck me in the ass for enjoyment, I considered myself lucky Rebecca could even look at me. Never mind, love me.
I would let this four-way love affair play itself out. No way would I walk away from her again. If that meant I had to share her for the rest of my life, our life, so be it.
Anthony lowered his mouth to her and kissed Rebecca with the kind of passion I didn’t think the man was capable of. The way he ravaged her mouth suggested he’d be screwing her again any minute.
Grabbing him by the hair, I said, “Let Becca get cleaned up and dressed for dinner. Put those knife skills to good use and start cutting vegetables.”
“Flesh is more fun,” he said, kissing Rebecca again and gently helped her off the bed.
She wobbled, and Anthony caught her. “Whoa, angel. I got you.”
Smiling at him, but then immediately gazing at me too, she said, “You all got me.”
“Can you walk to your room? Do you need me to help you?” I asked, zipping my jeans.
“I got her,” Giancarlo said, coming back into the room. “Thanks to Messina here, no one in a thirty-mile radius has cell service. Come on, Becca.”
A common thread in our recent history... While Anthony and I fought over who would take care of Rebecca, Giancarlo stormed in and next she was walking away, her arm around the man. If he had fought hard enough for her during our game, and got her, he could have been crowned the new king of New York thanks to his Bianco bloodline and ruthless Byrne contacts.
“What did you do to disrupt the service?” Rebecca asked Giancarlo.
“I had to fry the nearest cell towers to erase all traces of Anthony’s phone.” He exhaled roughly. “And then removed my footprint so no one would know it was me.”
Rebecca stared at him. “How do you manage to hack into all these government-controlled installations?”
“Very carefully.” Giancarlo smiled, then winked at me.
I would share Rebecca with him just to keep that wicked hacker on my side. I could only imagine the havoc he could wreak on me and my businesses.
In the recently updated kitchen, I lost myself in cooking. From a sack I’d carried onto the boat as we brought Rebecca over the lake blindfolded, I took out the two large filet mignons from my favorite butcher. They cost me a fortune so I carefully seasoned them and let them breathe.