Page 77 of It Takes Three To Tango

Rafe shudders as he comes first. The force of it as he pegs my prostate once more forces me over the edge and I nearly collapse in ecstasy. Constantin holds on to us both for a couple more thrusts before he plasters himself to Rafe’s back—also spent.

He withdraws from Rafe, as I slide off him and crumple onto the bed. Rafe crashes down beside me, panting.

“Holy fuck, that was incredible.” He laughs and whoops with joy. I catch his euphoria and laugh with him. Constantin cleans us up and crawls up the middle of the bed. We both snuggle into him as he puts an arm round each of us.

“Am I forgiven yet?” he whispers into my hair.

I look at him with a sly smile. “Maybe.”

“How do I look?” I ask Florencio as I adjust my collar in the mirror.

“Good enough to eat,” he replies, but sadly we don’t have time for that. Though he still comes to stand behind me and puts his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder and looking in the mirror with me—him in a dark red shirt, his favourite colour and one that looks so good against his skin, and me in midnight blue.

“We both look good enough to eat, and if we’re lucky, that might just happen.” He smiles, and I turn my head to kiss him.

“Did Con say anything about the surprise he’s arranged?”

“Not a thing. Not to me, at least.”

“Do you think he’ll come?” I glance at my watch.

“He will be here. If he isn’t, he knows what’ll happen.” He gives me a feral grin in the mirror.

“You were so good at making him apologise the other day. After that song, I was ready to jump into his arms.”

“Your beautiful spirit, sense of forgiveness, and willingness to see the good in everyone are some of the many things I love about you. But we needed to make sure he understood because I’m not joking, I cannot go through that again,” he says, turning me round and kissing me properly.

Just then, we hear the beep of a car horn and make our way down to the lobby. Constantin is near the door, which is standing open. We look through it to see a huge black limousine.

“I thought we could do this in style,” Constantin says.

“I love it!” Florencio exclaims.

Estrella and Juana appear from the other side of the house. Estrella looks stunning in periwinkle blue, and Juana looks beautiful in a green dress, which makes a change from the plain clothes she normally wears that she calls her uniform.

“Señora, your carriage awaits,” Constantin says with a flourish. “Ladies, are you ready?” He goes over to them and offers each of them an arm, escorting them both out to the waiting car.

Florencio and I follow right behind. We’re ready to take Estrella for her day out.

“How’s everything at the bar?” I ask Constantin as we settle into the car, fully aware that it’s the grand reopening tonight. We said we should change the day to take Estrella out, but Constantin was adamant about keeping it the same as he had another surprise.

“We’re as ready as we can be. Alena is more than capable of handling the opening, and we’ll be there later. There’s also the band and Anton.”

We drive out to the Museu Nacional d’Art De Catalunyafirst, where Estrella spends some time looking up at the huge building and the cascading waterfall.

Then we drive past the Casa Vicens and to Park Güell.

Estrella tells us tales of times when she used to visit often. How she wasn’t sure about the Gaudi designs at first, but has grown to love them over time.

Estrella won’t be able to walk around the park, but she wants to visit the dragon steps one last time.

Florencio and I walk with Estrella and Juana. Constantin follows slowly, as if he finds each step a struggle.

“What is it?” I ask when he catches up with us.

“This was a place that Valery and I came to a lot.” He looks down at his feet. “This was pretty much the exact spot I proposed to him.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have come, Con.”

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