Page 62 of Winter
“Knox, go to Nancy’s and get some rest.”
“I will. Thanks, Inks.”
The fires werelit when they reached the Winter mansion, and Inca was glad of the warmth. Outside, the snow had begun to fall heavily, with blizzards predicted, so the house had been preparing for possible isolation. All the staff had been sent home to their families. Raff poured them all a glass of warming scotch and Inca pulled her legs up under her as she watched the two brothers silently move around the room.
“You said you wanted to talk to me?”
Tommaso glanced at Raff, who gave the smallest nod. “We do. After everything that has happened, this may not seem the time to talk about the three of us, but I think we need to.”
Inca looked at Raff, her heart pounding a little. “You think so too?”
“I do.”
She sat forward, still nursing the glass of scotch, feeling her skin burning. She hesitated a moment before saying in a quiet voice, “Don’t ask me to choose between you. Please. Anything but that.”
“We’re not. We’re saying—We’rebothsaying … it could be the three of us. No one need know—personally, I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks, but I knowyoumight. But this thing could stay between us.”
Inca looked at Tommaso, trying to tell if this was a test or not. Somehow, she didn’t think so. Her heart was banging hard against her ribs. She looked at Raffaelo. “How would this even work?”
Raff hesitated, then gently placed his glass down on the table and held out his hand. “Why don’t we show you?”
Inca felt as if she were in a dream as the brothers both moved toward her. Was she really going to do this? The fire crackled in the grate as Raffaelo bent his head to kiss her mouth and she felt Tommaso’s fingers at the zipper of her dress. Then as he pulled it down, his lips against her spine. She closed her eyes, breathless, tangling one hand in Raffaelo’s hair, the other reaching back to cup Tommaso’s cock through his jeans. Raffaelo pulled her dress from her shoulders and lifted a breast from its lacy cup to take the nipple into her mouth.
“Oh God,” she whispered as they took her over, losing herself in the sensations shivering through her body.
Raffaelo’s fingers slid into her panties and caressed her clit as Tommaso’s cock, diamond-hard and huge, entered her from behind, thrusting hard into her wet and pulsing cunt. Raffaelo buried his face in her belly, his tongue stabbing at her navel in rhythm with Tommaso’s thrusts, Raff’s fingers rough on her clit. Tommaso reached around and caressed her breasts, his thumbs strumming a relentless beat across her nipples. His mouth was on Inca’s neck, hot, and his teeth grazed her skin as he took her. She came quickly, feeling Tommaso withdraw before he came, then his hot sticky cum pumping on her ass. Raff growled his desire, and before she could recover, he had laid her on the desk in the room, tugging her legs around him and plunging his equally enormous cock deep inside her.
Inca was lost in a world of delirious pleasure. Tommaso offered her his cock, and she took him in her mouth hungrily as Raffaelo fucked her, licking the salty cum on Tommaso’s cock, tasting them both. Raff’s thrusts got harder, and she opened her legs further, wanting him deeper inside her, his cock stretching her wider and wider. She came again and again, drinking down Tommaso’s cum as he reached climax, feeling Raff pull out and ejaculate on her belly.
Neither brother was going to let her catch her breath. Tommaso flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her ass as she took Raff’s cock into her mouth. Tommaso slid two fingers into her cunt as his cock moved slowly but rhythmically inside her ass, and Inca could have happily died at that moment, feeling so utterly loved.
They moved to the bedroom where Inca straddled Raffaelo, impaling herself on his cock as Tommaso entered her from behind. Being fucked at the same time by these gorgeous, sensual men was like nothing she had ever experienced. Tommaso fondled her breasts as he fucked her. Raffaelo stroked her belly and fingered her navel, looking up at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.
Hours passed, and when, finally, they all collapsed, utterly spent but still wrapped around her, Inca knew she would do anything with andforthese two men. How on earth could it hurt anyone when it felt this good?
“Idon’t believe it.” Luna Rosenbaum’s voice was little more than a whisper as Olly told her the news. Her entire body was trembling, and she had to sit down. Her ice-blue eyes were red, and she wouldn’t look at her brother. Olly reached over to hug her, but she moved away and slumped into her sofa. “God.”
He sat down next to her. “I know. Homicide is going to be all over this, but me and Knox will be working it too. We’ll get the bastard.”
Luna dropped her head into her hands for a long moment. “It’s her again,” she said in a muffled voice, “getting people killed.”
Olly frowned. “Who?”
“Inca! Who else?”
Olly let his sister rant on for a little while before putting his hand on her arm. “Enough now. You know as well as me thatnoneof this is Inca’s fault. I don’t want to hear it anymore, Luna, I’m serious. Right now, you’re hurting—we all are, Inca included. And that girl loves you, Luna; don’t forget that.”
Luna stopped and looked at him with an unreadable expression. Then she sighed. “I know. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, just … don’t lash out. Inca’s got enough going on. And I don’t need to remind you that she’s saved your life on more than one occasion.”
“Okay, okay.” Luna waved her hands in the air to stop him talking. “I’m sorry. I’m just …God,poor Scarlett.”
“I know. Look, I’m bushed, so I’m going home. Can I trust you enough that you won’t go looking for Inca to start a fight?”
Luna gave her brother an annoyed look. “Of course not. Look, it’s a blizzard out there. Why don’t you stay?”
Olly shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”
