Luca nodded once. “I have wondered at times if I was gay, but no, I am most assuredly bisexual.”
“Where’s our twirl?” Selene played with her other nipple and from the way her breathing had changed, Oscar knew she was seriously turned on.
The woman had an incredible sex drive. She knew what she liked and wanted. That was the opposite of Faith, who’d always been too self-conscious to ever truly get into sex. It didn’t matter how many times or ways he told her she was beautiful, she spent too much of their between-the-sheets time fretting over how she looked naked. Which he was able to admit to himself now, really fucked with his own confidence. He’d worked his ass off to rock her world, but she never got out of her head long enough to enjoy it.
Selene held nothing back, neither her praise nor her enjoyment, and it was fucking amazing.
Luca hesitated, considering her request, then stood. His boxers weren’t going to be able to hide that erection much longer, and from the look of it, Luca was packing serious inches.
Luca turned—and the sight of his back damn near killed the mood.
If the light hadn’t struck the other man’s pale skin just right, the crosshatch of scars that spanned his upper back wouldn’t have been visible, as the white lines were old and healed.
“Your back.” Selene rose from her chair so fast, she nearly toppled it.
Oscar stood too, his heart heavy.
Luca turned around. “Ah, I forgot.” He glanced between them, his expression hardening. “Don’t pity me.”
“The whippings?” Oscar asked.
Luca sighed, seeming resigned. “Yes. The horizontal scars are from where they beat me. The vertical ones are from my self-mortification.” He pantomimed flicking a whip back over his own shoulder.
“You whipped yourself hard enough to leave scars,” Selene breathed.
“Of course he did. To protect his sister.”
Luca looked at Oscar and nodded. Then he started to reach down for his shirt, puddled on the floor. Selene put her foot on top of it. Luca froze, half bent, and looked up.
“Do you need to stop? Do you need this to be over?” Selene asked quietly.
“If you want a few minutes to yourself…” Oscar wasn’t used to feeling so protective, so watchful, when it came to a man who wasn’t one of his brothers.
Though what he felt for Luca wasn’t brotherly.
Odd, he’d never really questioned his own sexual orientation. He’d loved Faith, was going to be with her forever, and so there’d been no point. But something about Luca drew him in.
Then he considered Langston’s newfound relationship with Rich. He’d never questioned his brother’s orientation, either. The guy had been a man slut since puberty hit, chasing anything in a skirt. And while Oscar had teased Langston about doing butt stuff now with his new husband, the idea of it hadn’t bothered him. Now that he considered it, he was intrigued.
“I thought you would want to stop,” Luca said quietly.
“Not me.” Selene toyed with the waistband of her panties, then ran her hands up her belly to cup her own breasts. Luca had an up-close view since he was still hunched over, his head level with her breasts, and his breathing grew heavy.
Oscar put a hand on Luca’s shoulder, his body tingling as he touched the other man’s bare skin. He yanked Luca back to his seat.
“Place your bets.” Oscar shuffled, though badly. It wasn’t about the cards anymore. Hadn’t been for several hands now.
Rather than sit down, Selene pushed her chair away and bent over, elbows on the table, back arched so her sweet ass was sticking up, her pale-green panties molded to her cheeks.
“That’s…I think that’s cheating,” Luca said.
“It is. But it’s the perfect position for a spanking,” Oscar spoke before he thought it through.
Fuck.
Mentioning any kind of corporal punishment might be a trigger for Luca.
Selene seemed to have the same thought because she glanced at him and then they both looked at Luca, who swallowed hard. “If you hurt her, I would stop you.” Pause. “Try to stop you.” Pause. “Unless…”
Selene smiled. “Unless I knew I was a bad, bad girl and deserved a spanking?”
Luca braced both hands on the table, his fingertips white. “We’re going to have sex, correct? Because if not, I’m going to…”
“We’re having all the sex,” Oscar assured him.
Luca jumped to his feet, slid his arms around Selene, forcing her upright, and kissed her.
Oscar put away the cards and tidied the sauce packets. The man deserved some space for his first girl kiss.