Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (31 page)

And so, when Gio made love to his wife, as he was doing now, bright fall sunlight fell from the glass cupola to cast a golden glow over her skin. They lay on a circular mattress that took up most of the space in the round room.

Low bookshelves circled the space. Maisy nested there most days after school, safe and content, as her mother had done in that rough tree house miles and years distant. Her favorite moments came when Briggs was there, and she lolled against his shoulder while he read to her.

Or
wrote
with her. They were working on a book together, Gio knew. They had an artist. This one would have pictures.

Evvie had set up a little workspace, too, for when the construction noise was too much to bear. They’d used the Rochester house a lot over the summer, but Evvie liked being on the farm once school started.

Gio’s favorite moments in the tree house were different, and he was enjoying one of them now. Construction on the farmhouse was still underway—they’d fast-tracked it, but it was a big project. The exterior work would be done within the month, before winter made further progress impossible. But there would still be a couple more months of indoor work, with saws and hammers and work crews underfoot.

All of which made his request to have the tree house completed first a moment of pure inspiration. He spent a lot of time on the farm now. He was learning about wine production from Preston, but mostly he enjoyed being out in the fields. With Scott, he was learning how to grow grapes.

There were, indeed, Diorio vineyards in Italy. He’d met the families who owned them when he’d taken Evvie there for a honeymoon.

He’d gotten his way and married her first. He knew Briggs wouldn’t give up, or Chase either. Eventually, he’d have to give her over to a nominal divorce and let the others have a turn at wedding her. But he’d been first, and that meant something.

He’d had Maisy’s help there. The three of them were still bickering over who got to lay a legal claim on Evvie first when she’d piped up. “Alphabetical,” she said, with a certain disdain for their childish squabbling. “Like we do at school.”

That had Briggs crowing until Gio had pointedly asked Maisy if they went alphabetically by first or last names. Hah!

Working on the farm, he was home a lot. He took lunch breaks. He’d noted early on that the Victory men tended to take a good long time over lunch—a trend he’d seen increase when the school bus started coming around again in September and carting kids away for the day. The Victory women made themselves scarce around noontime, too.

And so he had the opportunity to lie midday in a circle of sunlight, snuggling up with a beautiful, naked woman in his arms. A thing he particularly loved was running his hand over the growing bump of her belly. She’d gotten past those couple months of nasty nausea, and that bit of time when she’d needed to be coaxed out of sleep if one of her men wanted a little attention. She’d wanted to sleep
a lot
.

She was better now, and more beautiful than ever. He had a wicked hard time even looking at her without wanting to mount her. She had their babies in her—his, and Briggs’s, and Chase’s. It turned out nothing was a hotter turn-on than that.

The prideful little vixen knew it, too. Her lips curved into a somewhat scary, witchy little smile whenever he stroked her belly or even if she caught him looking at it. Very likely, when he looked at her, his man-pride was blatantly visible.

But her smile was a little shakier the last couple weeks. Briggs had been gone. They’d started filming his movie, and he’d gone with the crew to New Zealand. He’d talked his way into a little cameo.

More importantly, Chase hadn’t come to the farm since he’d last argued with Evvie and walked out of the house in Rochester. As far as he knew, the two hadn’t even spoken.

His girl was sad, and he’d had enough of it. Briggs was on his way back, and Gio had tasked him with bringing Chase with him. More like, he’d been told to not come home without him. Gio honest to God didn’t care if it came to blows. Briggs should be wheels down by this time, and he’d better have Chase in hand.

He kissed Ev now, rubbing her baby bump and letting his hard cock nudge against her thigh. He figured there was only an hour or so before he was going to have to share the bounties of his woman.

So he was going to, like, grow grapes while the sun shined.

He picked up her hand and brought it to his mouth. She had a plain platinum band now to match the engagement ring. Eventually, she’d have three of them, entwined. He nibbled at her fingers, then took those three stones into his mouth.

He’d had Evvie’s hand in his when the Victory brothers had first seen that ring with the three diamonds. Ted had taken it from him to get a good peek at the ring, then shot a look to his brothers. “We should have thought of that.”

Within the month, all three of the Victory women were flashing new rings, each with three gems. For them, the center stone was a big, bright diamond that nestled between two, slightly smaller others—emeralds for Jane, sapphires for Harriet, and rubies for Charlene.

The symbolism represented both the similarities and the differences in the relationship between the Victory men and their wives, and that of Gio and his friends with Evvie. He liked it. And was grateful to his bones that they’d found a place where they could live with open acceptance.

He watched Evvie’s eyes now as he rotated the ring and took her hand to her own breast so the diamonds pressed into her nipple. Keeping his hand over hers, he massaged her a little.

Her nipples had gotten exquisitely sensitive with her pregnancy. Just a stroke of a finger or touch of a tongue would send her. This, the pressure of those hard rocks, was more than enough. Her eyes heated, and he saw the shiver of pleasure shudder through her. She was needy and, with the pregnancy, totally lacking in patience.

She reached up to cup his neck and draw his mouth to hers. She was open and hot right away, accepting his tongue and giving him hers.

His hand was larger than hers, so he could grasp her breast and keep up the stimulation of that ring on her nipple. Impatient, she rolled toward him and lifted her thigh over his hip. When she rocked then, her pussy rubbed against his cock.

“Baby.” God, he loved her neediness. He left her hand on her breast, pulling her hard enough against his chest that he kept up some pressure there. Then he grabbed her ass, helping her get that good cock rub she wanted. He leaned up to get more of her sweet mouth and let his middle finger play at her little anal opening.

She combusted like a range fire. She rocked her clit against his cock, stimulating herself, breathing hard with need. “Gio.”

“Yes, baby. Yes.”

“I’m coming.” She said it like it was a surprise, like he didn’t already know it.

“Yes, honey. Don’t hold back.”

She never did, God bless her. He was wet now, with the way her pussy had spread her moisture. He could have slid right into her, but he wanted to save that. He’d have her with her next come. Or the next.

So he dug his finger in a little and gave her a bit of a boost. Two fingers.

She cried out. They’d put some space between the main house and the castle in the tree, and Gio was grateful for it. Eventually there would be a “skywalk,” a raised bridge between what would be Briggs’s balcony and the tree house, but even that was going to be some distance. If they were going to make love to Evvie in the tree house—and they all knew they would, the moment he’d said they’d have to build one—they needed some space. Their Evvie was a screamer.

She let go now, not quite screams but pretty good wails. She rocked between his cock and his fingers, giving herself more of both. She shuddered as she came, beautiful spasms as she gave over to her passion.

He was inside her before she came down—he just couldn’t resist. He held himself off her more than he’d needed to before, taking care for that little bump. Gio knew they’d have to make some accommodations as her pregnancy grew and that there would come a time when her body was off-limits. He knew none of the three guys would care. Seeing her give birth to their babies would more than satisfy.

But now, now—God, she felt so good. She was wet and hot and so fucking tight. Her cunt took him in, that sweet clasp better than anything in the world. He held his weight on his elbows, watching her as he started to stroke. She was still murmuring her satisfaction from that last come when her attention came to him.

Her eyes opened, and he gazed into that sweet blue. “I love you, Ev.”

She smiled her serene, satisfied woman-smile and arched a little as his cock drew her attention. “I love you, too, Gio.”

“I love fucking you.”

That smile got a little cocky and she arched some more. “I know.”

The little bitch. He gave her a little more cock, harder. “And?”

His hand found her other nipple, and he encouraged her with a little squeeze.

Her eyes were hot now. He had her attention. “I love it when you fuck me.”

He pushed harder, harder into her and rolled his eyes. He didn’t know which one of them was going to get fucked blind first.

She quickened again, breathing hard and rocking up to meet his thrusts.

“You love my cock. You fucking love it.”

“Yes. Yes.” She was squirming under him, arching up. Her big, beautiful tits thrust up, calling to him.

He took one nipple in his mouth and gave her a hard pull.

“Gio.”

She loved that. He gave her another, and the next time she said his name it was with a shiver. A warning. If he was going to come with her, he’d better get on it.

No problem. He came up on his knees and pounded his cock into the sweet bliss of her cunt. He lifted over her so he could watch her face. He threaded his fingers into her hair and held her gaze to his. Then he took one nipple between thumb and fingers and worked her good. She moaned and hooked her knees up, digging her heels into his ass.

He growled and pistoned into her. “Fucking come, baby. Don’t fucking hold back. Scream, goddammit.”

His baby always did what he told her. She wracked beneath him, rocking her pussy up to take all of him, thrashing so her tit jerked against his hard squeeze. He didn’t fucking let go.

“That’s it, my sweet little bitch. Let it have you.”

She did, but he did, too. “Oooh. Oooh.” She wailed like it hurt, but he knew it didn’t. He knew she needed just a bit more.

He flexed hard, boning her deep and fast. That was what she needed. She went over, screaming and flailing herself onto him, riding him to heaven.

And taking him with her. Her cunt drew on him, spasming around his cock, pulling his cum from his balls. He growled, a long harsh orgasm that left his body collapsed on her but still mindlessly shuddering. He gripped her hair and moved his hand to clutch her shoulder, holding her beneath him as they rode out the last quakes of their hard climaxes.

“That looked mighty fine.”

Briggs. Dammit.
Gio barely had the energy to grumble.

“Thanks for warming her up for us, pal.”

* * * *

Evangeline grasped at wispy threads of her consciousness, trying to collect herself. She knew she’d screamed, just as Giovanni had directed her to. There’d been that mind-blasting orgasm—hers, and his, too. There was some comfort in that. At least, if she was going to totally lose it in the entirely mind-blowing experience of hard sex with Gio, he was right there with her, shuddering and growling in the same harrowing ecstasy. He was nestled into her, her arms were wrapped firmly around him, and they rode out those last, lingering spasms.

But there had been something—

Oh, yeah. Briggs.

Gio groaned a bit, lifted out of her, and fell to her side. She opened her eyes against the bright light and there he was.

There
they
were. Both of them, Briggs and Chase.

She’d known to expect Briggs, but she’d spent two horrible weeks uncertain if she would ever see Chase again. Her heart nearly burst with relief and happiness.

She smiled a teary welcome, and they smiled back, but their attention wasn’t fully on her gaze, her face.

She knew what they saw. Her breasts, fuller now than ever with her pregnancy, the nipples darker—even when they hadn’t been wickedly used by one of her lovers. The small—ish—bump of her belly. And her pussy, wet with her passion and Gio’s, hot and glistening.

Beckoning, apparently.

She lifted a hand toward them. They both looked back—at all of her—and started to undress.

It was a pleasure to watch—hard bodies gradually revealed, and hard cocks.

Briggs knelt next to her. “Hey, baby.”

He was beautiful, that sweet masculine face, his brilliant green eyes, that lovely body. She lifted a hand to his jaw and waited for his kiss. “Briggs. I missed you.”

He kissed her, sweet and needy at the same time. “I missed you, too. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Chase knelt between her legs and had his lips running over her belly—grown substantially since he’d seen it last. She put her hand in those curls and caressed. “You, too, Chase. I love you.”