65. Chapter Sixty-Five

"Let's go out to celebrate," Enzo says. It's only been a few hours since the doctor left us with a huge surprise.

Two babies.

How the hell will we handle two babies? Well, I suppose since there are three of us, we can manage. If Rafael doesn't go running for the hills by then.

The news didn't hit him the same way it hit me and Enzo. We're thrilled. Rafael seems confused. Not angry, but like he's still figuring it out.

I'm not sure going out to celebrate is what he wants to do tonight. I'm not sure he thinks this is something worth celebrating over. So when he smiles and looks over at Enzo who stepped outside onto the patio where Rafael and I have been sitting in silence, and says, "That's sounds like a great idea," my smile is so big it hurts my face.

"Yeah?" Enzo asks with a slight tilt of his head.

"Yeah," Rafael says, getting to his feet. He moves to Enzo, stopping in front of him. "But only if I get to pick the place. Because I am not going to some hoity-toity restaurant that serves fish eggs to celebrate my possible child."

My eyes widen as I stare at them, enthralled by their exchange. Enzo huffs out a laugh.

"Fine. But we aren't going to a dive pub where no less than three fights will break out. My wife is pregnant."

"Fine," Rafael says. Then he does something nuts. He leans in and kisses Enzo right on the lips. Enzo winces, but not out of anger—it's out of surprise. Rafael pulls back and walks away like that was the most normal thing ever.

"What was that all about?" I question when Enzo sits down. He looks as confused as I feel. Enzo told me they don't do that sort of thing, and I've never seen it before.

"I think he may actually be happy about this baby thing."

"Maybe he should wait for the results before he makes a decision."

"Don't be cynical," Enzo says.

"I'm just trying to be realistic."

"Maybe he decided he's happy with a child being here, whether it's his or mine. Regardless, we will both be here for it."

I shrug. "I suppose that's a good point."

Enzo gets up, leaning down to kiss me. "You should get ready."

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Hell if I know," Enzo says.

I roll my eyes as we walk inside and head to our bedroom, where we both spend the next hour getting ready. Okay, I spend an hour getting ready. Enzo is finished in about twenty minutes.

Enzo, of course, looks hot at hell. In a white button up with navy blue slacks that form to his body in a sinful way. He doesn't have a tie, and his top few buttons are undone, giving him a classy yet casual look.

"Handsome, as usual," I comment, as he wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me to his side.

His response is to let out a low growl and bring his lips to my neck. "We could stay here instead," he says. "You look good enough to eat."

I laugh, pressing a hand to his chest. "You can have dessert when we get back."

His eyes burn with lust, and I go to the closet to pull out a pair of black flats that match my scoop line grey dress.

"I won't forget you said that," he says, moving after me.

I smile as I put my shoes on, grab my clutch, and we head downstairs.

Rafael is waiting at the bottom of the stairs, dressed the same way Enzo is. He smirks when he sees us walking down and offers me his elbow when I reach him. He kisses my cheek.

"Did you guys plan this?" I ask, gesturing to their outfits.

"Nope," Rafael says. "But great minds, and all."

I guess I could get used to this. I mean, two men waiting on me? Why did I ever think this was a bad idea?

Antonio and Rocco take us to the restaurant. Its a little upscale but nothing like where Enzo brought me. We eat delicious Italian food, and the guys have too many bourbons while I sip water all night, enjoying the way they get along so easily, flirting and bantering back and forth.

"Do you guys do this often?" I ask.

They glance at each other. Enzo smirks, but Rafael answers. "We'd go out to eat now and then, but not as a date or anything."

"So what was it?" I ask.

"Just dinner," Rafael explains.

"Ah, okay," I answer, then wink, telling them both I don't believe them.

"Are you jealous, angel?" Enzo asks.

I shake my head. "Not in the least."

Enzo nudges Rafael with his elbow. "She promised me dessert when I get home."

"Are you offering to share?" Rafael asks.

My cheeks heat.

"You know I am," Enzo adds, bringing his heated gaze back to me.

"That's not how this works," I say.

Enzo narrows his eyes, while Rafael raises a brow. "It's not you and him tag teaming me. It's you," I point to Enzo, then to Rafael, "taking us."

Enzo chuckles, low and raspy. "Angel, it's whatever I say it is. And tonight, I want to share. Are you going to argue with me about it?" He lifts his glass and finishes his drink.

Rafael leans close to me. "If I were you, I'd say no."

I smile, leaning back in my seat. "I guess we'll see when we get home."

I'm stepping onto the top landing when they both attack me, and I'm sure they had some secret conversation beforehand. There's no other way for it to be so seamless. How else would they get me at exactly the same time? Enzo scoops me up from the front, his hands under my ass and his mouth on mine, while Rafael is behind me, locking me between them with his mouth on my neck and rubbing his dick against my ass.

Could I not feel how hard Enzo is between my legs, maybe I'd put up a fight. But the problem is, I can feel him, and it's clear he wants this. And if the hard thing digging into my lower back is any indication, Rafael wants this too.

I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what could possibly go wrong this time?

Not that being pregnant is wrong, because it's not. I'm thrilled about it, especially after how this day has gone. It's been pretty much perfect. But at least I don't have to worry about getting pregnant now.

"Best dessert ever," Rafael croons in my ear before laughing huskily. His hands come around to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing my hard nipples. Enzo tears his mouth from mine, and it takes a second to realize he and Enzo are making out right over my shoulder.

"Jesus," I breathe out.

"No, baby, not Jesus," Enzo says against Rafael's lips. "Husband."

Why is that word so damn sexy?

I rock my hips against Enzo when he goes back to kissing Rafael. Being between the two of them, their hot firm bodies, oh it makes me damn near lose my mind.

They groan into each other's mouths, and good gods, do I want to watch them go at it.

Enzo pulls back and jerks his head toward the door we're beside. Rafael opens it, and I realize it's Enzo's office. He's left it unlocked for a few weeks now, pretty sure I'm not going to have another meltdown and destroy his stuff. I don't plan on it, anyway. But who knows what the future holds?

Enzo lays me down on the desk, hiking my skirt up to my waist, and spreads my legs wide. He drops to his knees, pushing my panties to the side, and sucks my clit into his mouth. I cry out as my back bows from the desk, my fingers digging into the edge. Rafael moves around the other side, and the sound of a zipper has me opening my eyes. He smirks down at me as he frees his dick, running the head along my lips. I dart out my tongue, licking him. He takes a small step back, hooks his hands under my arms and pulls me back so my head hangs off the desk.

"Open up," he says.

Oh, okay. Rafael isn't usually the one using such a demanding tone, but I could get used to this. I open my mouth, and he slides in, groaning when he hits the back of my throat. Enzo keeps lashing at my pussy, making the sweetest sounds, like he's eating the tastiest dessert. My hips rock against his mouth. My throat tightens around Rafael, sucking harder.

"Come for me, angel," Enzo says. "Give me what I want."

He slides two fingers inside me, hooking them up and stroking while circling my clit with his tongue. Rafael keeps fucking my mouth. My eyes sting with tears, my lungs burning for air as all I can pull in and let out are little breaths at a time.

I want to tell Enzo I am about to come, but I can't. Though, I don't think I need to because my body says it all. I'm practically riding Enzo's face, my hands white-knuckling the desk. My muffled cries still sound, my body shakes.

"Such a good girl," Enzo rasps out. The sound of his belt echoes in the room, and before I know it, he's sliding the head of his dick through my folds and pressing inside me.

Holy shit.

Is this? This has a name. This totally has a name! And the fact this is what comes to my mind right now is ridiculous.

Enzo's large hands slide up to my stomach. He rests them there gently, and I'm hit with a rush of emotion at the thought that what we're doing is what gave us our babies.

Yeah, kind of weird, I know. But I'm pregnant, emotional, and having weird thoughts. Oh well.

They don't last long when Enzo starts fucking me harder, his hands moving to my hips to pull me into him. And I can think even less clearly when Rafael starts thrusting faster, going deeper down my throat.

"I'm going to cum right down your wife's throat, Vincenzo," Rafael says tauntingly.

And holy hell, I think he's trying to get a rise out of my husband.

Enzo makes a sound of approval. "Good. Because I'm about to fill her pussy up."

I moan, tears dripping down my face as I hold on for dear life and allow these men to use my body as they see fit.

Rafael lets out a low rumble, thrusting one final time all the way to the back of my throat. His dick throbs, pulse after pulse of cum going right down my throat. I swallow it all, while focusing on the way Enzo grinds into me, his cock throbbing, his seed spilling into me too.

Rafael pulls his dick from my mouth. I gasp for air, saliva dripping down my cheeks and chin. He lifts my head, helping me into a better position on the desk so my neck doesn't feel like it's breaking.

Rafael tucks himself away, leaning against the desk to catch his breath. Enzo kisses me sweetly and brushes some hair away from my face.

"I love you so fucking much," he whispers into my ear.

I hum a happy sound, unable to form words.

Enzo pulls out of me and helps clean me up. He pours a drink for him and Rafael from the bar while I get comfortable on the couch. Feeling happy and in a silly mood, I get Rafael's attention by asking, "I thought you said Enzo doesn't like the French?" Rafael and Enzo both grow confused.

"I don't," Enzo grunts. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"What was with the Eiffel tower then?" I raise a brow, and that's when Rafael barks out a laugh, while Enzo looks at me like I'm crazy.

"The what now?" he says.

Rafael laughs even harder, and this time I join him, trying to hide my laugh behind my hand.

"What are you talking about?" Enzo pushes, causing us to bend over with laughter. I'm laughing so hard no sound is coming out. I'm crying, and my stomach is cramping. It takes a few moments before we settle.

"Forget it. It's a generational thing," Rafael comments, then walks out of the room.

"Are you calling me old?" Enzo yells after him. He doesn't get a response. Enzo looks at me. "Is he calling me old?"

I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from falling into another fit of laughter, but giggles still fall out of me. I guess life here won't be so bad after all.