Chapter Fourteen
Mateo had carried Aria up to their rooms and stripped them both. Then he helped her put up her hair and then pulled her into the shower, where he bathed her thoroughly and gently as she stood almost frozen, all the while keeping up a conversation about anything but her son.
After the shower, he dried them, and they brushed their teeth. In bed, he sat her in between his legs and brushed her hair until it crackled, and she seemed to have relaxed a bit.
Finally, he got them arranged in bed and talked softly, telling her she wasn’t alone and that they would make everything better.
“Mateo.”
“What, baby?”
“I need you both tonight at the same time. Do you think that would be okay?”
“Baby, we’ll do whatever is going to make you feel better.”
She sighed and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
He nuzzled her forehead. “We’ll always be here, love.” He started to play with her breasts while kissing her with a passion that always surprised him. The way she writhed against him showed that her need was great and would need to be taken care of if he wanted her to get any sleep.
Mateo was relieved when Trent entered the bedroom because he was running out of things to say, and he didn’t want to go further than he already had, making her feel good.
“How is she doing?” Trent asked.
“She needs us both tonight.”
“Then that’s what she’s going to get. Let me go shower.”
Mateo nodded and went back to making slow love to their woman.
When Trent came back and slid into bed behind her, Mateo let them have a moment before he moved down the bed.
He sucked first one nipple and then the other, slowly descending until he pushed in between her thighs. Using his thumbs, he separated her cunt lips and blew on her achy clit, knowing it would drive her wild.
“Oh, God, Mateo,” she screamed.
He chuckled. “What, love?”
Her fingers slid into his hair as he started to lick her cunt, darting his tongue inside before circling her clit and then back again.
“Please,” she begged.
“We want to make sure you’re ready,” Trent said
“I am.”
Mateo grinned at the disgruntled tone in her voice and looked at Trent. “What do you think? Should we keep torturing her?”
Trent laughed when Aria growled and then smacked Mateo’s shoulder.
“Check and see how red, swollen, and wet she is,” Trent said.
“My pleasure.” Mateo used two fingers on her. They usually started with one, but she needed an extra bite tonight.
“Ahhh,” Aria yelled.
“What’s he doing, pet?” Trent asked.
“He’s stretching me.”