“So big,” I managed to choke out, holding on for dear life as they both began to fuck me, filling me completely with their cocks.
“Are you all right?” Nico panted, but he didn’t stop fucking my ass. “Oh god, bella, your fucking ass is so good!”
“Yes!” I turned my head, kissing him, sucking at his tongue. “It’s good! Oh yes! So good!”
Mason groaned and his fingers dug into my ass, leaving instant bruises. “Fuck! Fuck! Gonna come!”
They were both raising and lowering me on their dicks in rhythm, thrusting up hard.
Nico broke our kiss to cry out, “Me too! Oh god! I’m going to fill your little asshole!”
And then they were both bombarding me with cum, fucking me with brutal, primal lust, all thought gone. I felt each pulsing swell of their cocks together inside of me, emptying themselves with astonishing force. I just hung on and whimpered until it was over and they slowly pulled out, lowering my feet to the tub floor and sandwiching me between them with kisses.
Then we actually showered, washing our own bodies and each other’s, teasing and playful, slowly coming back to some semblance of reality. They both got out first, toweling off, while I washed my hair. By the time I joined them in the bedroom, they were already getting dressed.
“I’m hungry,” I complained. I’d been too nervous to eat before the interview. Now I was starving.
“You’re always hungry.” Nico buttoned his jeans, reaching for a shirt.
I perked up. “Are you cooking?”
“I thought we’d go out to dinner,” Mason suggested. “Down in the Piazza.”
“Where?” Nico frowned. He was so picky about where he would eat. “The tourists are coming back. I don’t want to go anywhere trendy.”
Mason smiled. “It’s a surprise.”
So we went.
The sun was high and bright. The weather had shifted from spring to early summer, the shade of the canopy on the water-bus a welcome relief from the sun, a breeze off the water cooling my skin as I sat between the two of them, holding each of their hands. I saw a blond woman looking at us curiously. She’d noticed Mason getting on, helping me in, and then I’d seen her looking appreciatively at Nico as well.
They’re mine, I thought, hiding a secret smile. I could hardly believe it myself.
“So where is this surprise?” Nico followed Mason through the crowds in the Piazza and I tagged along behind. Tourist season was in full swing, vendors at every corner of the square, people crowded on benches, standing together and smiling, taking pictures near the statues.
Mason halted abruptly and Nico managed to stop, but I didn’t. It was like running into a wall.
“There’s nothing here.” Nico stated the obvious.
Shops and restaurants lined the square, but we’d stopped in front of an empty building, a sign in the window: Vendita.
For sale.
“How do you like our new restaurant?” Mason was trying to hide a smile.
My jaw dropped. “What did you do?”
“Instead of investing my money in my father’s franchise, I thought I’d invest it here.” Mason turned to Nico. “And of course, I’ll need a good local chef.”
“You’re kidding me?” Nico said in English, turning to look at the front of the restaurant. It was in the old part of the Piazza, the architecture traditional, beautiful high arches and decorative scrollwork.
“What shall we call it?” Mason asked, pulling a key out of his pocket and opening the door. Inside was even more beautiful that out.
“How about Dani’s?” Nico offered, putting an arm around my waist.
I looked at Mason with tears in my eyes, overwhelmed with his generosity. “How about Bella’s?”
“Beautiful,” he said, and it was.
Mason turned to me, slipping his arm around my waist too. “You know, I’m also going to need a hostess. Someone to run the front of the restaurant. Someone who speaks fluent Italian…”
I grinned up at him. “I may know someone who could fill that position for you.”
“I thought you might.” Mason kissed the top of my head.
“Bella’s,” Nico said softly, glancing down at me. “It’s perfect.”
And it was.
Epilogue
Dear Carrie and Doc,
We did it. I walked down the aisle wearing the dress Mama Dorotea made for me. (She finally forgave us, although she still doesn’t quite understand our “arrangement!”) Picture (and I’m enclosing many of them!) me walking down the aisle, Mason dressed in a tux, and Nico right beside him, his best man.
They’re both my best men.
I’m so sorry Janie got so sick and you couldn’t make it! We were all looking forward to seeing you. My mother didn’t make it either, if it makes you feel any better, and she didn’t have anywhere near as good an excuse. She never wanted me to come to Italy in the first place, and I’m sure she isn’t happy that I’m staying. But I’m happy. So very happy. I’m wearing two rings now, one on each hand.
I don’t have to tell you how amazing the honeymoon was. We decided not to go anywhere at all. What’s better than Venice in the summer?
Gianni Bonaccorsi catered the wedding for us for free. He was so thrilled when we opened Bella’s, said he welcomed the competition from anyone as talented as Nico. So now Mason is handling the business side of our new restaurant venture, Nico is cooking, and I’m running the front of the restaurant. It’s perfection.
And if that wasn’t enough, I have even more amazing news…
I fantasized planning some amazing, romantic way to tell them, but when it came right down to it, the minute I found out, I just couldn’t wait.
I was out of breath already, but I ran into Bella’s, past the hostess we’d hired to give me a little break once in a while, winding my way through the maze of tables to the back of the restaurant.
Nico was in the middle of poaching eggs and I dragged him into Mason’s office while he called to his sous chef, “Watch the salmon!”
“Well, hi there.” Mason glanced up at the two of us, Nico’s chef hat askew, my face flushed. “What’s up?”
I just blurted it out. “I’m pregnant.”
Both men stared at me in disbelief. Nico turned to me, jaw dropped. Mason stood, holding onto the edge of his desk.
“Whose…?” Nico looked at me, then at Mason.
“Whose is it?” Mason echoed.
I laughed, my hands on my hips. “Does it really matter?”
Then they were both pulling me into their arms, and we laughed and cried and hugged.
It didn’t matter. We were together. We were going to be a real family.
And that was all that really mattered.