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  Which I guess was kind of the point.

  And I loved it.

  Sumner kept a hand on one of my breasts while his other wandered into my panties. His thick fingers dove between my soaked lips. Once he found my opening, he plunged the tips of two fingers inside me. I pulled back from Chase’s kiss to scream with the pleasure of being entered.

  And it was only the beginning.

  “Take her panties off, Sum,” Chase growled.

  Sumner lifted me off Chase’s lap to a wobbly standing position. He slipped my panties to my ankles, and helped me step out of them.

  “C’mon, baby,” Chase said, gesturing for me to return to his lap. “I want to feel that shaved pussy of yours.”

  Oh my.

  The raw, dirty talk was new to me, but it was so hot it nearly pushed me over my edge. It just seethed power and confidence and I felt so safe, being with men who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to say it. And I loved that what they wanted was me.

  Sumner’s thumb traveled to my clit, where he made big circles, sending sparks of lightening shooting from my core to every extremity. I pulled Chase’s polo over his head to reveal his muscled chest, then fumbled with his belt buckle and fly. Behind me, I heard the rustling of Sumner throwing his own clothes aside, which was confirmed when he reached for my tits and pressed his ferociously hard cock against my naked back.

  Chase lifted his ass, and me with him, just enough to get his pants to his ankles. Before kicking them aside, he reached into one of his pockets, producing a condom.

  “Sum, she’s hot, isn’t she?” he said.

  “Fuck yeah, buddy. And I love these tits,” he said, playing with aching nipples.

  A morsel of shame shot through me, that two men were talking about me like I was a toy—a fuck toy—but I took a deep breath and pushed it away. Theirs was a different way to play, and they’d invited me to join. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, and that was abundantly clear.

  And I wanted these guys. Badly.

  In a moment, Chase was rolling the condom over his long cock. When he was finished, he put his hands on my waist, maneuvering me to hover right above him.

  “I’ll let you drive, baby,” he said, not looking away from me for a sec.

  Well, then.

  I arched my back to throw my breasts in his face and lowered myself over his erection. It bounced over my screaming clit and slipped down between my soaked lips, swollen with need and begging for relief. I was breathlessly turned on by the four hands roving my body.

  Lowering myself onto Chase’s cock head, I gyrated my hips for a little tease. A sly smile spread across his face. He knew exactly what I was doing. And he liked it.

  So I slammed down his entire length, the girth of him taking my breath away. I held still for a moment to adjust, and then began to rock my hips back and forth, grinding deeper into him.

  “Fuck, Avril. You are fucking hot, baby,” he growled. “Slow down, or I’ll come too fast.”

  His grip on my waist grew tighter as he grew closer to losing any control he’d had. Gritting his teeth, he threw his head back while I held onto the sofa behind him. Sumner had moved to my left side and presented me with his cock. Right at the level of my mouth.

  I was really going to have two guys. At once. Like, at the same time.

  Me.

  I grabbed Sumner at his root and directed him deep inside my mouth where I sucked ‘til my cheeks hollowed and I could scarcely breathe. Blood roared through my ears, and I think I heard myself somehow screaming with a mouthful of cock, but I couldn’t be absolutely sure.

  Chase moaned, then growled, and his cock grew harder inside me—as if that were possible. He exploded in an endless orgasm, which sparked another for me, causing me to suck Sumner with such vigor that he spurted in my mouth, his cum running down my chin. The three of us rolled through our ferocious orgasms together.

  Later, I lay on Chase’s bed between the two guys, their magnificent nakedness shiny with perspiration in the light thrown by the bedside lamp. Their breathing had slowed, as had my heartbeat, and the room smelled slightly like my perfume, and a lot like the sex of people healing from wounds that might someday close.

  Chapter 22

  GIO

  I’d just arrived at our second Kink Lab party at Avril’s gallery, stepping into the transformed space filled with New York’s elite—well, at least the kinky elite. It was a show of the rich, powerful, and beautiful. Even the air felt expensive.

  Bellissimo.

  I wove through the room, greeting our guests, until I spied Ash across the room. He was trying to extricate himself from one of the many women who pursued him at things like this, women who were drawn by his dark, exotic looks, and his exceptional height.

  “Ash,” I called, in my attempt to rescue him.

  He excused himself from the bella signora, feigning great remorse.

  It’s not that he wouldn’t have liked any of these ladies under other circumstances, but when he was hosting, he tried to keep his clothes on.

  Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t.

  But we were all interested in only one woman these days. Unfortunately, that obliterated the chances of any of the other ladies at the party spending time with us.

  “Guys!” a voice boomed.

  “Shit. Who invited him?” Ash muttered.

  “I think it was Sum. He felt badly for him,” I answered.

  Smith rushed across the room to us, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head at the scene around him.

  On one hand, I couldn’t blame the man. Everyone was like that the first time. But most people had enough game to try to hide it a little.

  But not Smith. Cretino.

  “We need to keep an eye on this one tonight,” I said, lowering my voice as Smith neared.

  “Agreed.”

  “Damn, guys. This is some serious shit,” Smith said, taking a too-big swig of his scotch in one hand and adjusting his trousers with the other.

  I really wasn’t sure why Sumner had included Smith in this part of our lives. The guy had the maturity of a ragazzo going through puberty. If he misbehaved by bothering anyone, and we had to kick him out, things would be awfully awkward at work the next day.

  And the chances of his misbehaving were very high.

  Merda.

  “Good to see you, Smith,” I said.

  “Thanks for inviting me, dude,” he said, slapping me on the back.

  I hadn’t invited him, but I wasn’t going to point that out.

  I decided to address the elephant in the room. I knew the other guys would eventually do so, too, and I thought the more of us he heard it from, the better.

  “Smith.” I put an arm around him and walked him to a quiet corner. “Amico, I must ask that you behave tonight.”

  He pulled away from me, outrage splashed all over his face.

  “What the hell does that mean, Gio? Behave?”

  I inhaled deeply. “Smith, I did not mean to insult you. But we have rules for the club. You have to take it slow, and be careful to not drink too much.”

  “Don’t worry, Gio. I’ll be fine.”

  And with that, he stormed off to ggod knew where. All I could do was hope he didn’t piss off any of our guests.

  And hope he wasn’t invited next time.

  It was another hour before I found the beautiful Avril, shining in a slim white silk dress with her masses of black hair twisted into some confection at the nape of her neck. A neck I was dying to lay my lips on.

  “There you are, mia cara.”

  I pulled her toward me, taking a deep inhale where her neck met her shoulder. The best spot on a woman, if you asked me.

  “Gio!” she purred, taking my hands and laying a sweet kiss on my lips.

  “Shall we walk?” I asked.

  Hooking her hand through my elbow, she fell in with me.

  “You know, I am still blown away by these parties. I wonder if the novelty ever w
ears off?” she asked, looking around discreetly.

  “No, I don’t think it ever does. Or if it does—if it becomes mundane—well, I imagine then you stop coming.”

  I led her to a small room we’d created with the help of some floating white curtains. The space held a couple love seats, already occupied, facing a large tufted cushion where a man and two women were playing.

  “Let’s watch for a moment, cara,” I said.

  I doubted she’d ever been with a woman, but you never know with American girls. Word was, they all tried their hands at sapphic love in college.

  We stood at the entrance to the room, lit just enough to cast the most beautiful glow on anyone close by, especially the two undressed women in the middle. One was thin as a rail, with short, close-cropped hair, like a little sprite. The other, a curvy woman with wild black hair reminded me of the girls from Napoli I’d see on summer vacations when I was a kid. They were both vaguely familiar from my time spent on the city’s charity circuit.

  With them was a guy I also knew—preppy as a Ralph Lauren model and with tastes that raised even my eyebrows.

  He was what my friends called an ass man.

  “What do you think, darling?”

  Avril was mesmerized. She didn’t have to say a thing. It was written all over her face.

  The two women alternately kissed each other, then the guy, and then each other again. The man lay the dark-haired woman on her back and gently spread her legs as far apart as they would go. He spoke quietly to the blonde as he guided her between the other woman’s legs. He ran his hand up and down the lips of the brunette’s sex, and then pointed for the blonde to do the same.

  As instructed, she began to stroke the woman’s pussy, leaving the brunette gasping and writhing on the mattress under her. Then, the guy placed his hand on the back of the blonde’s head and guided her face directly into the woman’s sex. Without hesitation, the blonde eagerly lapped at the pussy before her, with a great focus on the woman’s clit.

  I glanced over at Avril, whose mouth was slightly parted. She caught me looking.

  “Um…wow. That’s really something,” she whispered.

  In the meantime, the guy had positioned himself behind the blonde. He looked down at her ass with admiration written all over his face, and he spread her cheeks by taking fistfuls of her tiny behind. She squirmed and pushed against him, clearly relishing the sensation.

  He lowered his face to her ass and extended his tongue to her most private parts. She moaned with her mouth full of the other woman’s pussy and began pushing back into the guy’s face.

  And with his free hand, he stroked himself to beat the band.

  Mamma mia.

  And of course, I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

  Avril turned to me, gripping my hand tightly.

  “Can we go somewhere? I’m feeling a little light-headed.”

  “Come with me.” I led her to a quiet corner where we found a seat on an empty bench. I spotted Ash on the other side of the room and waved him over.

  “Ash, would you get Avril a cool glass of water, please?” I asked.

  “Sure. You okay, angel?” he asked.

  She looked up, a little pale with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.

  “I’m good. I think the champagne went to my head or something. And standing there, watching those people play…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  Ash returned with the water and took a seat on the other site of our girl.

  “Ahhh,” she said, finishing it. “That was exactly what I needed. Much better.”

  “That’s good, Avril, because I am really wanting to kiss you,” Ash said.

  He looked at me, and I just smiled and nodded yes.

  She leaned toward him, and he took her face in his hands. Initially, he just brushed her lips with his, but then he applied more pressure. She moaned lightly, caught in Ash’s hunger.

  He pulled back from her.

  “Now you kiss Gio, baby,” he said.

  She smiled and turned to me. The moment I’d been waiting for all night.

  Our lips met, and just like during the first time we’d kissed, some sort of lightening struck through me, where I knew I was in the right place, with the right woman.

  It was the damnedest thing. I’d heard of that happening before, but not to me.

  As I kissed her, Ash pulled the zipper down the back of her dress and pushed the garment forward so it fell to her waist.

  Her delicious breasts were bare, and my hands went right to them. Ash, in the meantime, kissed the back of her neck until she whimpered in my mouth.

  “I’m going to slide my fingers under your dress, Angel,” Ash murmured, pushing the white silk aside to get to our girl’s sweet pussy.

  Suddenly Blu appeared right before us. “I’ve been looking for you guys all over!”

  Avril’s eyes popped open.

  “Av, get your dress back on. You guys,” he said, looking at Ash and me, “c’mon.”

  He pulled Avril’s dress back up and zipped it closed before she could even register what was going on. Ash and I stood there wondering how we’d been cock-blocked by a gay man with red hair and a gap in his teeth. And a bow tie.

  I put my hand on Blu’s arm. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

  He waved frantically for us to get up and follow him. “Yeah, I’m okay. I mean, I’m not okay. C’mon,” he urged, starting to walk away.

  Avril finally got her voice back. “Blu, what the hell is going on?” she asked.

  His voice cracked. “There’s been an accident.”

  Chapter 23

  AVRIL

  Blu yanked me by the hand and half-ran, half-walked me past the two women and one man I’d been watching, across the gallery, up the stairs to my office.

  “Blu, what the hell is going on?” I asked repeatedly.

  But he wouldn’t answer.

  I looked over my shoulder to find Gio and Ash right behind us with their long strides.

  It wasn’t out of character for Blu to get upset—even hysterical—but it was unlike him to hold off on telling me exactly what was going on.

  Why was he waiting? What the hell was happening?

  When the four of us got to my office, having rushed through the party like there was a fire somewhere, and turning more than a few heads at our haste, Sumner and Chase were already there.

  Something about them was different.

  Sumner had a cup of water in his hand instead of his usual scotch on the rocks. His eyes looked tired. Chase was tapping the corner of my desk, which he was half-sitting on, like it was a drum set. Completely lost in thought.

  Maybe the parties were too much for them with the demands of RESLR.

  I turned to see Blu blow his nose.

  “Okay. Now what the hell is going on?” Ash demanded.

  Sumner took a deep breath. “Smith left the party awhile ago, although none of us saw him leave. Apparently, he’d had too much to drink. He crashed his car on the West Side Highway.”

  “No…” Gio murmured.

  “Oh my god,” I murmured.

  Chase shook his head. “It…it was fatal.”

  I felt like someone slugged me in the stomach, and I sank into my desk chair. The horror of losing my Lisette rushed over me like it had happened only yesterday.

  “He’s gone,” Blu added.

  I hadn’t really known Smith, but I knew the guys had been close with him since their college years, and in the last couple, they’d taken him on at the firm. He’d seemed nice enough to me, if a bit frat-boyish.

  Sumner walked toward the door. “I have to get to the hospital.”

  I finally found my voice. “How did you find out?”

  “I was listed as his emergency contact. I guess he listed me last year after his parents passed away.”

  He stepped toward me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll call you guys later. Sorry to leave you with closing up the party,” he s
aid.

  “Don’t worry, amico. We’ll take care of everything.” Gio gave him a big hug and patted him on the back on his way out.

  Chase stopped his tapping. “I’m sorry to do this to you all, but I gotta get home to my Ruby. I can’t be away from her for another moment.”

  “It’s okay, Chase. We’ll take care of everything,” Blu said.

  I approached him and put my hands on his face. “Kiss the baby for me, will you?” And I gave him a tender kiss of his own.

  Ash took charge. “All right. We need to wrap the party up. It’s nearly eleven p.m., so no one will suspect anything. Blu, will you have the cleaning and moving crews here in one hour?”

  He turned to Gio. “Go tell the bartenders to close down. If anybody asks, tell them to say they ran out of ice.”

  Gio and Blu nodded and left.

  “What about us?” I asked.

  “I’ll walk around and tell a few folks it’s closing time. The others will soon follow.”

  “And me?”

  “Can you take the door? Maybe get that beautiful smile back on your face?” he asked.

  “Of course.” I headed downstairs.

  While I said goodbye to the folks who were already heading out, I couldn’t help but think of the car accident that changed my life and took my sister from me. The guilt and shame that flooded over me was nearly as strong as the day it happened, and it was all I could do to keep from losing my shit in front of the guests I was bidding a good night to.

  And like Lisette’s accident, I felt partially responsible for Smith’s.

  Yeah, I knew he was basically the office clown, and that the guys had questionable respect for him, but he had to be only in his thirties. And he’d been at a party at my gallery and had left for the evening without saying goodbye to anyone. A lump lodged in my throat as I smiled brightly at the departing guests, squeezing their hands and patting their arms. My voice no longer worked.