Page 30 of Fatal Love

She grinned, “Because I have feelings for him, too. It could make work messy.”

“Or it could make it wonderful. Stop thinking so much with your head and start listening to your heart.” I tugged her hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to her fingers. “Now.” I unbuckled and moved to sit beside her. “How are you feeling?”

She shifted towards me. “Fine. Are your parents okay with me going to Italy?

“Yes. They know your predicament and won’t hold your current position against you. Unless you give them a reason not to trust you. Plus, with them back in Vegas with Riley, they're happy someone will be at the house with Nonna. They also know to keep our presence in Italy from the others. Mom and Dad know it is paramount no one finds out we are together."

Rachel leaned into me as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. “I hate this. Tell me about you and Michael?” Her voice was soft as she spoke.

“What about us?”

“When did you and he…” her voice trailed off, unsure of how to phrase her question.

“Become a couple?”

She nodded against my chest.

“We hadn't really been one until you.” I blew out a breath. “He and I explored the feelings we have for each other a while back, but I freaked out. My family didn’t know until tonight, and I feared their reaction before then. At first Michael didn’t understand why I wanted to hide things.”

“And now?”

“I love him, and he knows that. I want everyone to know now—he's a part of me. It was a relief to hear Massimo accepted things with him… and you. I still need to tell Vincenzo, and that scares the shit out of me.”

“I don’t think it should. Massimo seemed fine about things. But Antonio… I still don't understand how I'll fit into this scenario?”

“That’s up to you. You know we're both in love with you. We want you to be part of us if that’s something you could see happening. What we are asking is unconventional—I get that. But we won’t push you, Rachel. Michael and I can only hope you'll let us into your heart. I'm in love with you, but I'll always love and need Michael. If that is not something you can deal with, then we'll never be more than we are now—as much as that pains me to say. I’ve lived my life by everyone else’s standards for too long. I’m done pretending I'm someone I’m not.”

“Is it weird to you I want the both of you?”

“Not at all. I realize you can love more than one person romantically. Love isn’t something that you can turn off or control. It's an emotion that's meant to be shared, and that doesn't always look the same for people. It's mean to be shared with all the important people in your life—family, friends, or lovers." I arched my brow at her and smirked. "If you go into a relationship with your eyes wide open, you can have anything you want. For me, that’s Michael and you. But if I have to choose, it will always be Michael.” As much as it hurt to say, I knew it was the truth. I wouldn't walk away from Michael willingly.

“I wouldn’t ask you to make a choice—not when I have feelings for both of you. And the fact that you love him makes me fall a little harder. Did Michael tell you we'd met before all this?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No. But there’s been a lot going on.”

“True. He and I ran into each other at a bar when I first moved to Vegas.” Rachel smiled. “I was insanely attracted to him but learned who he was from a friend. I was so mean to him, but that didn’t stop him.”

“Stop him from what?”

Rachel blushed from the memory. “Kissing me. It was in the hallway by the bathrooms. I was so pissed and turned on all at the same time.” She giggled as she recalled the memory. “After that, I avoided seeing him in person. I knew if I did, I would betray my career and do something about the desire I'd felt that first encounter.”

I brushed my thumb across her knuckles. “And it doesn’t bother you he and I are together?”

“As you've witnessed yourself… it’s a tremendous turn on to see you two together.”

I shifted in the seat, my knees pressing against hers. “A turn on, huh?”

“Yes.” Her eyes dilated from what I assumed was a memory of our night together.

“Are you thinking about us together now, Rachel?”

She bit her lip and mumbled. “Mm-hmm.”

I unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted the armrest separating our seats. “Is it getting you wet?” I cupped her breast through the thin T-shirt she wore, causing her to suck in a breath and arch into my hold. She licked her lips and held my gaze as my palm brushed down the front of her belly and found the waistband of her leggings. I watched for signs she was hurting and needed me to stop. Eager for my touch, Rachel leaned back against the seat, encouraging me further. I dipped my hand beneath the cotton fabric. My cock nearly exploded in my pants when I realized she didn’t have on panties.

Her pussy was dripping wet when my fingers dipped between her folds. “You’re wet.”

She nodded, her eyes closing in ecstasy as I pushed my fingers in and out of her channel. My lips found hers just in time to swallow her screams as the orgasm ripped from her body and her walls clamped down on my digits. Her body pulsed with release, but I needed more. I scooped her off the seat and carried her to the tiny bedroom in the back of the plane, tossing her onto the bed.

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