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  “I hear we have a wedding to plan,” Marco whispered, kissing a path from one shoulder to the next, moving his body against mine, allowing me to feel his length.

  Chill bumps ran up and down my spine. Marriage? Why did I already feel strangely committed to Alanzo? Was it possible to love two men at the same time with equal passion and unwavering desire?

  “Wedding?” I asked, elated when I saw the smile on Alanzo’s face.

  Marco gave a terrific massage. He rubbed my shoulders and worked his way down to the small of my back. “I can’t have my niece or nephew running around here without a father.”

  Turning my head slightly to the left, I studied his expression. “You’re okay with your brother fathering my child?”

  “He gets the first one, Suzy. I’ll try for the next one.”

  “But…”

  “And I want you to marry him,” he said without looking at Alanzo.

  “I’m still married to you,” I whispered, hearing my heart pulsing in my ears more than the words I’d simply spoken.

  “You can’t be married to a dead man, Suzy.”

  “I can’t marry two men.”

  “Why not?” Alanzo said, gripping my hips. “The Tellers pulled it off.”

  “Yes, but they have an unconventional arrangement, and it’s not legal.”

  “You’re going to make it legal with Alanzo.” A beat later he said, “You do love him, right?”

  I looped my arms around Alanzo’s neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. “More than he’ll ever know.”

  Marco slapped my hip. “Then making it official seems practical. You married me. You’ll marry him.”

  “And we’re really going to do this thing?” I asked, looking from one man to the next.

  Marco pushed against me. Alanzo stroked himself, rubbing his length up and down my thigh.

  “Oh, we’re definitely doing this,” Marco promised. “And we’ll keep doing it until we make damn sure we get it right.”

  My heart fluttered. Adult fairy tale dreams were coming true. Marco and Alanzo were going to love me.

  Alanzo moved away from the bed and Marco laid me down, kissing me. He towered over my body, bracing his hands on either side of the pillow, making love to my mouth while letting his cock hang right at my mound, the sheet long gone and no longer separating us.

  Oh how I wanted him. I wanted the slow and easy lovemaking, but I also needed something more. This was my first threesome experience with the men I planned to spend the rest of my life loving. I wanted something special to remember the occasion by.

  When Alanzo returned to bed, I quickly understood they must have longed for an incredible first experience as much as I did. They had every intention of making memories and, apparently, planned for them.

  With a toy kit tossed aside, Alanzo fumbled with a tube of lubricant while Marco’s lips spun magic. There wasn’t a place his kisses missed as he moved around my body, revisiting familiar territory he deserted for far too long.

  When Alanzo inched closer, his heavy cock bumped against my ass. “We’re going to drive you crazy, Suzy.” His hands propelled up my legs and he paused a moment to dip his fingers between my thighs. “Hmm…” he whispered.

  “I want to remember everything about this night.”

  “Rekindle old flames. I want to watch,”Alanzo whispered at my ear.

  Marco slid closer, fisting his cock at my folds. “Thank God you didn’t want to play rough. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

  I wondered then if Marco had been with another woman. If he’d been away from me for nearly two years, had there been someone else? Had he made love to another person when I’d been mourning him?

  When his cock touched my pussy, and the tip parted my lips, I gave up the questions. Alanzo walked away from the bed and claimed a nearby seat on the large ottoman.

  I turned my head to the side, curious about what he was doing, and my eyes widened with the view. With splayed legs, Alanzo caressed his thick dick with a slow hand, a hand he could’ve used to manipulate my pleasure but instead watched me find mine while he worked at managing his own.

  Marco glanced down at our bodies. He slowly entered me. “God, Suzy. I’ve missed this.”

  Locking my ankles around his back, I rose to greet another kiss, stretching my neck and longing for the intimate joining of mouths just as much as I wanted to hear the slapping of bodies.

  Once Marco kissed me, it was all over. His legs tightened and he buried himself inside of me, screaming out my name and crying, yes crying as he came.

  My hand went to his neck, and I massaged his nape, pulling him closer when he fell against my chest, nuzzling my breasts and squeezing my sides. “God, I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you too,” I said, kissing the top of his head.

  Marco’s cock remained inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out, and he didn’t offer to move.

  My gaze met Alanzo’s, and immediately, my mouth watered. He squeezed and released his hard dick with a firm tug, giving himself one hell of a hand job, while tilting his head to the side. The longer he stared at me with lust-filled eyes, the wetter I became.

  “Join us,” I said.

  He shook his head. His hooded eyes concealed some of his desire but not enough. No, there was too much there to go around, far too much to explore.

  Tangled sheets and Marco kept me confined. “Come to bed.”

  Alanzo winked. “Not yet.”

  Marco started to move again. With tongue in cheek, he said, “Am I not enough for you?”

  I should’ve reminded him that he shot off like a rocket, but I was grateful he did. The way he couldn’t hold back more or less made a believer out of me.

  He’d missed having a woman. He’d missed loving me.

  Marco’s strokes were like gentle caresses. I felt him swelling inside my walls, the strength of his erection gaining substance once more.

  Unable to settle on one Giovanni, I watched Alanzo, eyed the way he handled himself and caressed his cock without a care in the world. Then my focus returned to Marco, and I was thankful to have him, grateful for another opportunity to experience his love.

  Alanzo joined us. He moved to the side of the bed with his penis in hand, tilting my chin toward him. “Suck my cock, little one.”

  Marco smirked. “Damn.”

  I guess he was surprised at how Alanzo talked to me, but I didn’t mind. Nothing made me hotter.

  I lapped at the end, tapping his balls until he flinched. Then, when the pre-cum topped the head, I swiped my tongue across the crest and drew him inside my mouth.

  At the same time, Marco exploded again and Alanzo pounded down my throat until I yearned for his release. Instead, I found my own.

  * * * *

  Hours later, I awoke in a spooned position. Marco ground his cock against my ass, reaching across me and Alanzo for the lubricant.

  “I’ve missed this sweet bottom,” he whispered.

  “She needs a spanking,” Alanzo grumbled from the other side of the bed.

  “Does she?”

  “Yes,” Alanzo said. “She’s been playing with my cock for the last hour.”

  “If that were true, you’d have me sealed off by now.”

  “Marco, what do you say we give the little lady what she wants?”

  “She can’t handle us.”

  Alanzo arched a brow. “You mean because of the baby?”

  “Yeah,” Marco said, kissing my nape.

  Alanzo squeezed my breasts, drawing one nipple to his lips. “What do you think, sweetie. Can you take us both?”

  I wiggled my way out of the sandwiched scenario, climbing over Alanzo at the same time. Before he could put some kind of Domination and submission into his foreplay, his cock slid inside my pussy, and I moaned, throwing my hips back. “You’d better hurry, Marco. I won’t last long.”

  Marco took my hips like I presented them as a very special gift. His thumbs parted my cheeks. “Oh
hell yes, this is where I want to be.”

  Marco plunged into my ass. Alanzo took his own sweet time claiming my pussy, sliding in and out until I was dripping with need, dying for a thrashing I’d never forget.

  “Are you okay?” Alanzo asked, staring at my lips.

  “Are you kidding,” I replied softly. “I’ve never felt anything so erotic in my life.”

  “Somehow,” Marco said, grabbing my hips. “I always knew you’d feel this way.”

  That’s when they both started to move. The ride of a lifetime was set to begin.

  Epilogue

  In the wee hours of the morning, I stared at my future and saw nothing but the love waiting to find me. I looked at Marco, thankful—oh so thankful—that I could see my husband again.

  Placing my palm to my stomach, I remembered the little one I’d soon bring into this world all because of the perfect planning. Even with its minor imperfections, Marco must’ve weighed the pros and cons of the decision he made and felt good about them before he left me. Did his perfect planning include all of us together?

  Whatever his original goals were, I was incredibly fortunate. While the Giovanni men were identical in many ways, they’d each maintained their own separate identities, taking different paths in life that somehow coincided with extreme circumstances guaranteeing they would eventually live parallel lives again.

  I didn’t worry about tomorrow or what the future might hold. And I didn’t want to ask questions about the past. The present mattered. The future counted.

  Everything else had to be left behind.

  Marco chose to run. He decided to deal with his problems in his own way. He had his reasons. He wanted to take care of me and secure a future we could, in fact, live to enjoy. He’d done that.

  Somewhere along the way, he’d also given me something more than I ever expected. He’d given me his brother, and that in itself was one of love’s most unselfish gifts.

  My name is Suzy Illiani Giovanni. I am deeply indebted to the men who changed my life.

  Marco Giovanni’s love once rehabilitated me, and through him, I discovered a side to myself I never knew existed. Alanzo saved me from heartache and the sorrow that threatened to destroy me. Through Alanzo, I found Marco again, and through them both, I discovered a love stronger than I’d ever known.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Destiny Blaine began her writing career as a ghost writer. Accustomed to working in the shadows, it’s really no surprise to find her writing is often classified under the paranormal genre. She particularly loves writing about fang-bangers and leans toward creating sexy-hot alpha males ready to dominate the world and the women they love. Her other writing passions include western ménage and sports-related romances.

  Destiny Blaine and her pseudonyms are best selling international e-book and trade paperback authors. She lives in East Tennessee with her husband and their two children.

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  Winning Virgin 2: Winning Virgin Love

  Winning Virgin 3: Winning Virgin Lust

  Winning Virgin 4: Winning Virgin Promises

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