Letters to the Baumgarters (19 page)

Nico half-stood, his jaw dropped. I just stared, aghast, as all of them
held up the dress, spreading the train out on the floor. It was the most beautiful
dress I’d ever seen, and looking at Mama Dorotea’s face, I knew I was going to
have to break her heart.

“For you,” she said proudly. “I made it myself. I can’t wait for you to
be my new daughter.”

She was actually blinking back tears, which just made it worse, and
brought tears to my own eyes.

“Nico,” I whispered, gulping.

“Mama, you shouldn’t have done this.” He stood fully now, looking back at
me. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Well I know it’s a little premature,” she said by way of apology. “But
your sister said you bought her a ring, and I know she’s going to say yes.”

Mama Dorotea beamed at me and I smiled weakly back, feeling sick. Then it
dawned on me, exactly what she’d just said.

“You… what?” I blinked up at Nico. “A ring?”

He shrugged, reddening. “It was before… before I knew.”

“Knew what?” Mama Dorotea demanded, arms crossed over her chest.

Mason cleared his throat, standing. “That Dani’s agreed to marry me.”

“Again?” Anna exclaimed.

“Yes,” I replied. “Again.”

Mama Dorotea drew herself up to her full height—all of about
five-foot-two—and shook her finger at me. “How dare you come into my house! How
dare you do this to my son!”

Nico stepped between her and me—she was heading straight for me, like a
cat, claws out—grabbing her wrists. Everyone stared—even the baby had stopped
fussing to watch.

“Mama, it’s fine.”

She frowned up at him. “What?”

“It’s fine,” he said again, letting her go, but not letting her get to me
either. “I knew about it. Dani told me. She’s made her decision and it’s
final.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, blinking back tears.

I felt Mason’s hand on my shoulder. “Maybe we should go.”

“No!” Nico turned to me, frowning. “I want you to stay.”

I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, and then he sighed.

“I’m sorry you went through all this work.” I looked at the dress then at
Mama Dorotea. “I’m so… so sorry.”

“You should be.” She glared at me around her son. “You’re going to regret
this!” Then she turned and stalked off toward the kitchen, leaving her
daughters holding the dress.

“Let’s go.” Nico sighed.

Mama Dorotea reappeared in the doorway. “Where do you think you’re
going?”

“Home,” he said, taking my hand. Mason already had my other one.

“Don’t you walk out that door!” Mama Dorotea pulled at Nico’s shirt as we
started for the door. “Don’t you dare!”

“Mama!” He spoke Italian back to her. “Listen to me. I’m a grown man.
I’ve been old enough to make my own decisions for a long time. I love you, but
I’m your child, not your possession. You don’t own me. You don’t get to say
where I go or what I do. Please. Just… let me go.”

She stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face, and I felt
horrible for her in that moment. I wanted to put my arms around her and comfort
her, but I knew I was the last person she wanted sympathy from.

She proved that at the last moment, calling, “He’s far too good for you
anyway!” before slamming the door behind us.

“Well,” Mason said as we went down the stairs. “That was awful.”

“She’s just pouting,” Nico replied, taking my hand again as we started to
walk, Mason on my other side. “She’ll get over it.”

“But…” I swallowed, glancing up at Nico. “I have to know. Are you really
okay with this?”

“I told you, it’s just a piece of paper,” he replied, swinging my hand.
The day was bright and beautiful, the water of the canal dappled with afternoon
sunshine. “I know you love me, and I don’t care, as long as we’re together.”

“Let’s go home,” Mason said.

And that’s just what we did.

* *
* *

Lunch with Cara Lucia went far better than I thought it would. She wasn’t
angry with me. In fact, she sounded truly happy when I told her that I was
getting married again.

It was when I told her, a bit reluctantly, about Nico that she really
surprised me.

“You are a very blessed woman,” she said. “Not many women get to be
Beatrice to one man’s Dante—let alone two.”

And she was right. Of course she was.

“I don’t know… why me?” I wondered aloud, touching the necklace I always
wore now—the emerald eye of Beatrice, who went to hell and was redeemed in the
end.

“The real Beatrice was an inspiration to Dante Alighieri, the man,” she
reminded me. “She was his savior, the woman who saved him from himself.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think I’m saving anyone.”

“Sure you are.” Cara Lucia smiled and poured more tea. “Yourself.”

* *
* *

I stormed into our flat, ready to tell both Mason and Nico the story of
my job interview, which included a fat, old Italian man who looked down my
blouse the whole time and put his hand on my knee and asked if I liked cream—
cream
,
emphasized with waggling eyebrows and all—in my tea, but by the time I’d put my
purse down and taken off my heels, I realized no one was home.

At least, that’s what I thought at first.

I started back to our bedroom—we’d been sleeping in Mason’s room,
although it really belonged to all three of us now—when I saw the bathroom door
was ajar. The shower was running.

Well, I decided, at least I could tell
someone
about my horrible
interview.

I pushed the door open, ready to tell my story, when I heard Mason moan.

“Ahhh god, that’s good,” he groaned.“Where the hell did you learn to do
that?”

Do what?
I wondered. I stood still in the doorway, my head cocked,
listening.

“It’s not hard.” That was Nico’s voice. He was in the shower too.

“I beg to differ.”

Nico chuckled. “You can try if you want.”

Try…what?
I crept closer, glancing at the mirror, so fogged with
steam I couldn’t see myself. How long had they been in there?

Now Nico was moaning.

“Yes, yes,” he urged. “Oh that’s good. Suck it!”

My jaw dropped and I took another step toward the shower, too curious for
my own good. I probably should have just walked away, but I couldn’t. The sound
of them together made my heart pound and my ass clench. It was so hot I could
have melted into a puddle right there on the bathroom floor.

“Fuck,” Mason panted. “This makes my dick so hard.”

And my pussy wet,
I thought, my fingers reaching for the edge of
the shower curtain. It was a light powder blue color to match the rugs—a
hand-me-down from Nico’s other sister, Giulia. I knew what I was going to see
if I pulled that curtain aside, and yes, god yes, I did want to see it… but I
was hesitant to let them know I was there.

“That’s it,” Nico encouraged. “Stroke that hard cock while you suck my
dick. That’s so good!”

I bit my lip, using one finger to pull the curtain, just an inch or two,
enough so I could peek in. Mason was on his knees, Nico’s cock buried in his
mouth, his own cock a blur, his fist moving like lightning between his legs.
The water poured down over Nico’s shoulders and chest and belly. Thankfully,
his eyes were closed, his head back, a hand on Mason’s head, guiding him.
Mason’s back was to me, and he was too busy to notice me standing there
watching.

“Come here.” Nico’s eyes opened and I shrank back, but I couldn’t stop
watching. The two of them together like that was too compelling. Thankfully
they didn’t see me. Mason stood and the two men kissed, their tongues
thrashing, the shower beating down on their wet heads. I watched Nico reach
down and grab Mason’s cock in his hand, tugging gently. Mason did the same to
Nico, stroking nice and easy as they kissed.

“I’ll let you fuck my ass if you want it,” Nico whispered, hooking his
leg around Mason, pulling him in close. I heard Mason moan, heard the lust in
it, and I couldn’t help lifting my skirt, nudging my panties aside so I could
touch myself while I watched.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that…” Mason hesitated, running a hand
through his hair, but the hand yanking on his cock looked like it was really
beginning to change his mind.

“Whenever you want.” Nico smiled, his eyes searching Mason’s under the
heat of the water, and that’s when he saw me. I had my fingers in my panties,
rubbing at my little clit, but he couldn’t see any of that—just the top part of
my head at the edge of the curtain. His eyebrows went up and he grinned. “Well,
it looks like we have company.”

I shrank back, swallowing hard, calling out, “I’m sorry. I just got back
from my interview.”

Mason peeked his head out, blinking and wiping water out of his eyes.
“How did it go?”

“I didn’t get the job.” Telling them about the old, perverted Italian man
seemed irrelevant now.

Mason grimaced. “I told you not to go. You were far too overqualified for
that job.”

“Poor bella.” Nico was looking out at me over Mason’s  head. “Why don’t
you come in here and let us cheer you up?”

“Really?” I stood, hesitant. “I don’t want to…interrupt.”

“Get in here,” Mason insisted, rolling his eyes.

I stripped down to nothing, leaving my skirt and blouse and stockings on
the floor, joining them naked in the shower. Mason wrapped me in his arms,
kissing me deeply, and Nico slid his arms around my waist from behind. I could
feel the press of his cock against my ass, so very hard. They must have been
playing for a long time. They were both full to bursting, cocks red and balls
drawn tight.

“Are you mad?” Mason whispered, brushing a wet strand of hair from my
face.

I looked at him, confused. “About what?”

He looked over at Nico and shrugged. “About… this? Us together?”

It took me a moment to realize what he meant. “Are you kidding me?” I
grinned. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever walked in on. And I just got
invited to the party. I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.”

Mason smiled, his hands roaming over my breasts. Nico was already cupping
my mound from behind, his fingers working between the slippery lips of my
pussy. I moaned and leaned back against Nico as his fingers slipped inside,
fingering me gently. Mason thumbed my nipples and then leaned in to tongue
them, the heat of the shower and my own lust making me dizzy.

“I want that pussy.” Mason looked at Nico. “Hold her.”

Nico grabbed me around the waist, lifting, and Mason squatted down,
putting my legs over his shoulders, and then stood. I squealed, feeling my
whole body rising into the air, Nico holding me from behind and Mason from the
front, his face buried between my legs. The water was beating down on his head,
spraying my belly and pussy, threatening to drown him, but he didn’t let me go,
his tongue thrashing against my clit, a ruthless storm.

Then he sank his fingers into me, the wet slosh of my pussy as he fucked
me echoing against the tile. I cried out, straining and bucking in their arms,
caught between the two of them, feeling my orgasm rising like a swell.

“Oh yes!” I cried, throwing my head back against Nico’s shoulder, Mason’s
mouth fastened over my mound, relentless. “Oh I’m gonna come!”

The rapid pulse of my pussy around Mason’s fingers told him that much. My
climax was a rolling assault from every nerve in my body, shaking me to my
core. Mason slowly lowered my limp body, but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he
wrapped my legs around his waist, aiming his cock for my center. Nico was
nestled in behind me, and I remembered being like this that first time, when we
all had taken a shower together. It felt like so long ago, a lifetime.

“I’m going to fuck her cunt.” Mason met Nico’s eyes as he slid his cock
into my pussy. His next words sent a jolt through me. “You can have
her
ass for now… Maybe someday you can have mine.”

I groaned, clinging to him, feeling his cock throbbing inside of me as
Nico soaped up his cock, using it as lubricant. When I felt him pressing
against my ass, I cried out, my teeth grazing Mason’s shoulder. He held me
still, holding my ass open and steady.

“Easy,” Mason urged. “Oh god. I can feel your cock going into her ass…”

So could I. My nails dug into Mason’s back, the stretch and burn between
my legs almost too much to bear.

“Ohhh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod!” I gasped as Nico pressed his cock in
deep, only a thin membrane separating his cock from Mason’s inside of him.

“Oh she’s so tight,” Nico groaned, his  hands on my ass too, both of them
holding me up.

“Her pussy feels like a fifteen-year-old’s,” Mason gasped.

“So big,” I managed to choke out, holding on for dear life as they both
began to fuck me, filling me completely with their cocks.

“Are you all right?” Nico panted, but he didn’t stop fucking my ass. “Oh
god, bella, your fucking ass is so good!”

“Yes!” I turned my head, kissing him, sucking at his tongue. “It’s good!
Oh yes! So good!”

Mason groaned and his fingers dug into my ass, leaving instant bruises.
“Fuck! Fuck! Gonna come!”

They were both raising and lowering me on their dicks in rhythm,
thrusting up hard.

Nico broke our kiss to cry out, “Me too! Oh god! I’m going to fill your
little asshole!”

And then they were both bombarding me with cum, fucking me with brutal,
primal lust, all thought gone. I felt each pulsing swell of their cocks
together inside of me, emptying themselves with astonishing force. I just hung
on and whimpered until it was over and they slowly pulled out, lowering my feet
to the tub floor and sandwiching me between them with kisses.

Then we actually showered, washing our own bodies and each other’s,
teasing and playful, slowly coming back to some semblance of reality. They both
got out first, toweling off, while I washed my hair. By the time I joined them
in the bedroom, they were already getting dressed.