34. Zack

Tuscany had proven to be a better paradise than the tropical island where we'd first come together. The villa we'd rented rested in sun-warmed tones of gold and yellow throughout the rooms. Beige marble countertops sat muted beneath dark wooden cabinets in the kitchen, roughened natural stone creating a beautiful backsplash.

We'd fallen into the most pleasant, fulfilling routine while there, one of pure domestic bliss. It helped that Landon was between manuscripts and we waited for his newest release, which meant less hours of work for Callum as well. And I'd officially retired from Elite Escorts, having fully committed myself to Landon and Callum.

Callum had taken on the task of cooking the local Tuscan cuisine, since Landon couldn't boil water, and my skills in a kitchen ended at the grill and a cutting board. He'd put me to work at the chopping block island, more often than not cutting veggies for whatever meal he created.

Outside the bedroom and cuddling, he claimed nothing pleased him more than feeding his men. Filling our bellies until satisfied.

"I'm going to get another bottle of that white wine," Landon said, sliding off his chair at the island where he sat beside me.

"Will one of you open the French doors to the patio?" Callum asked from where he sweated in front of the stove.

"I got it." The rustic terracotta tile lay cold beneath my bare feet as I traipsed across the kitchen the likes I'd only ever seen in magazines.

I propped both doors outward, and a deliciously sweet breeze wafted over my body.

"We ought to move here," Landon murmured from behind me, his voice dreamy, evidence of his total relaxation.

I was content beyond measure too, the lack of wariness or uncertainty showing in my eyes according to Callum who said they glowed more green than brown beneath the Tuscan sun. I laughed a lot as well. But for some reason, I couldn't find joy in any of the meal-prep tasks assigned to me. That didn't keep me from helping though. Especially when I had a literal kickass view.

Going back to my seat at the table where I'd been cutting carrots, I checked out Callum's fine backside. I would have him later as a reward for submitting to his dominance in the kitchen.

Landon snickered.

I glance over to find a soft smile that curved his lips more often than not these days. He raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged over being caught eyeing our lover's goods. "And you call me the greedy one," he murmured with a chuckle while pouring three glasses of chilled white wine. He handed a drink to me before ambling toward Callum with the another.

"I'm starved."

"Glad to hear it." Callum planted a quick kiss on his lips, but Landon grabbed hold of Callum's nape and held him in place for a long, lazy smooch, the flicks of their tongues showing me yet again how insatiable I was with the two men who'd gifted me a world I'd never dreamed possible.

Landon had eaten some damned weird cheese for a so-called dessert again, but this time, I couldn't handle the taste on his lips that overpowered his sweetness.

Callum hadn't minded though, and they made out on the outdoor bed, the canopy above them floppy in a breeze scented by jasmine. A headier undertone of cedar from the line of cypress trees beyond the garden we lounged in caressed my nose along with the flowers' sweetness.

I filled my lungs and closed my eyes against the sinking summer sun, basking in its refreshing warmth while I lounged on a bed of my own a few feet from my two lovers.

The sounds of kisses and the rustle of movement eventually quieted, but neither man had sought out release or sexual gratification. They'd simply sighed and gone as still as I was, stuffed after devouring the pasta dish Callum had whipped up for us with authentic Italian groceries from a local mom and pop type store.

Bees buzzed and birds chirped, and even though I wasn't in physical contact with either Landon or Callum, a sense of peace settled over me as though I shared in their embrace, like my spirit rested against one or the other.

Spending time away from reality as Landon had suggested had been a good choice. The best, actually. There was nothing to focus on but building a strong foundation for the relationship we all wanted with each other.

Unfortunately, we couldn't stay away from the pasta, so we would be spending serious time in the gym once we returned to the States, which we would do.

Eventually.

There was no rush, and we didn't have to linger in Italy to avoid drama. The picture of the three of us hadn't ever gained traction, and what could have been ugly, dragging Landon's shit from the past into the present, faded into obscurity.

During our days exploring Tuscany, we'd discussed open communication. Clear boundaries. Promised not to hide our emotions or invalidate other's if they didn't align with our own. If Landon got too caught up in his feels, especially anxiety, Callum's calming hands and soothing words returned him to where he could reason with himself or us.

Callum did the same for me, giving me a safe place to melt and just be without any fear of abandonment. There was no judgment among us either. No questioning or second-guessing each other's intentions, which tended to rise from insecurities. And while trusting still wasn't second nature for me, I'd never felt so loved or cherished in my life.

Callum and Landon put me first, and I, in turn, cared for them as thoroughly as possible, however they wished. If that meant holding one while he slept or taking a walk with the other in comfortable silence or spilling pent-up emotions, our shoulders brushing because we couldn't not touch, so be it. But the best? Willingly submitting myself to be their fuck toy, my holes filled, their cum marking me from both ends, which we all enjoyed participating in.

Landon especially thrived on having our undivided attention, but he didn't need manipulation to get his way. Callum and I were happy to let him have it all day, every day.

Arousal slid through my veins as heady and potent as the chianti I'd been sipping with our dinner resting my heavy eyelids.

I peeked one eye open to find my lovers still wrapped embracing. Sudden longing had me on my feet and slinking across sun-kissed cobblestones to join them on a bed meant for two.

The size of a mattress hadn't stopped us from loving each other in the previous week, nor would it in the time left to us while vacationing in Italy.

Our greedy boy lay passed out, lips parted as he breathed heavily with sleep. We'd spent a long day in a convertible, taking in the rolling countryside as the wind whipped our hair. Considering the sizable dinner he'd eaten, I wasn't surprised to see him in a carb coma.

I settled in behind Callum, petting over his warm shoulder, down his waist, to the bare globes of his tanned ass.

One beautiful thing about renting a villa in the Tuscan hills? The private gardens surrounded by cypress and olive trees—and no neighbors close enough to see what went on outdoors in fading daylight.

Callum hummed his appreciation of my touch, stretching in a way that pressed his ass toward me.

"Can I have you?" I murmured against his ear, my cock fully on board with a final fuck of the day.

"Always," Callum murmured his reply with a sleepy sigh, shifting his upper leg over Landon's, giving me full access to his hole. "I ate too much though," he warned.

"Don't care."

"Mmm. Then use my body for your pleasure."

We'd stashed lube in every corner since arriving a week earlier. We'd also christened each room. The daybed three times, the last being the night before when we'd both made love to Landon, his hole once more stretching to accommodate both of us.

I retrieved the small bottle off the table alongside the daybed and lubed up before penetrating Callum's tight ring with a single finger to find him empty, hot, and silky smooth.

He groaned, his head tipping back.

Lifting onto my elbow, I nuzzled along his ear and neck, breathing in the woodsy scent of his bodywash. My tongue slid over his skin as I probed at his soft insides, salt on my lips and the wetness of lube on my fingertips.

"So delicious," I murmured and nosed over the shell of his ear, exhaling hot breath until he shuddered.

"Please, Zack."

"Love it when you beg, sweetheart."

I worked in a second finger, stretching him enough to take me but not open him fully. He enjoyed the stinging stretch and got off on being overwhelmed by the feeling of being stuffed full.

"Let me in."

Callum hummed and relaxed, allowing the head of my dick to slip inside him.

"Fuck, Callum." I settled onto my side and wrapped my arms around him, pushing into his tight heat with slow, sure strokes until he welcomed all of me. "Your ass was made for my dick. It's like coming home every time I sink into your hole. You're so slick and warm."

"Zack," he moaned my name, bearing down then squeezing his ring around the base of my girth as though attempting to suck me in deeper.

"Jesus," I hissed, reaching for his cock.

He was hard and already leaking for me.

We writhed together, short strokes keeping me buried and rubbing my swollen head over his prostate with every gentle thrust.

"Can't get deep enough," I complained, rubbing my forehead against the back of his head. "Want to burrow clear into your soul."

"You're already there," Callum whispered, reaching to clutch at my hair and keep me close. "Never letting you go."

"Good."

He turned his head, and we shared a sloppy kiss with wet tongues and panted breaths.

"I love you, Zack," he murmured against my mouth, finally giving words to exactly how he felt for me.

I stilled, my groin resting against his ass, my dick aching inside his body. Both of us opened our eyes, our gazes connecting. "Love you too," I whispered what I'd become sure of.

"Oh thank fuck." Landon's giddiness caused both of our faces to break into grins.

I hadn't realized he'd woken up. I pecked Callum's lips and grabbed Landon's hair with a light grip, shoving him downward along Callum's front. "Suck his dick, baby. Gag on his cock until he comes down your throat."

"Yes," Landon agreed with a breathless hiss, scrambling to do as told.

Callum grunted as Landon's mouth closed over him. "Lan—oh God, you're so good at that."

"He has a wicked tongue," I agreed, dragging my dick out of Callum's ass until his ring clutched at my glans.

"Zack."

"I know what you need, sweetheart. Just lay there and let me love you."

He did, moaning as I filled him over and over, clutching at his hip bone to keep him still for my dick's plundering. The sounds of Landon sucking on his cock, slurping and moaning his pleasure tightened my balls up against my body.

"I'm gonna come," Callum gasped, and the second his hole clamped around my girth, I unloaded in his ass, endorphins rushing through my blood and pebbling my skin.

Broken words of love and appreciation spilled from my lips with every spurt coating his insides.

Landon coughed and swallowed audibly, drinking Callum down. He whimpered the sweetest noise I'd memorized as him coming, and I realized he'd found release hands-free as he often did when sucking one of us off.

We lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs, unmoving and eventually catching our breath. My softened dick slid from Callum's ass, and he sighed as my spunk slipped from his hole and soaked the mattress beneath us.

"Did we make a mess?" he asked, his tone wrecked.

"Not enough we need to shower right away," I assured him before kissing his hair.

"Good. Don't want to move."

Landon hadn't shifted from the bed's end, nuzzled against Callum's groin, his hand clasping at my calf muscle.

The sweetly scented breeze drifted over our damp skin, but we weren't in a hurry to pull apart. We still had another two weeks at the villa. This vacation compared to our first one together had been nothing but heaven where vulnerability made connecting that much sweeter.