Rubbed Raw - Omitted Scene 7 – Strip Club Night – Part 2

The next morning, as Giovanni and I ate breakfast, we heard laughter. One of the voices was definitely female. We looked at each other and smiled.

Suddenly, a very young woman appeared, followed by Rosario. He grabbed her and pulled her back to him. “I’m not done with you yet.” His boxer briefs made his erection obvious.

She was clad in one of his tank tops, her ass cheeks only half covered. “I’m gonna be bowlegged.” She pulled away.

“Good.” Rosario chased her down the hall.

I shook my head. “Were we ever like that?”

“Kinda.” Giovanni ran a hand over my bare thigh. “I still can’t get enough of you.” He stabbed a piece of pancake with syrup and fed it to me. “And we get to play every day. He has them for a few hours and throws them back in.” He grinned at his weird joke.

A thump on the bathroom wall next to the kitchen, made us both turn our heads. Then a female cry echoed. Next Rosario’s muffled grunting came through.

“Fuckin’ again. Damn.” Giovanni put a hand over the crotch of his pajama bottoms.

I looked at him sideways, knowing he was trying to hide his growing cock. “Didn’t you tell me he fucked a new girl or two every night?”

“Yeah, but usually by the morning, they’re gone.” He glanced at the doorway. “I don’t remember any staying over, to tell the truth.”

I listened to the constant cries from the bathroom for a half a minute. “Maybe he’s trying to get all he can before he goes back.”

“Maybe.” Giovanni finished his food. “He just seems different. I guess I couldn’t expect him to enlist and come home the same guy.” Our eyes met. There was worry in his.

“You OK?”

Giovanni closed his eyes. “Just thinking about other friends who…” He took a deep breath. “I know a guy who went to Afghanistan. He came back a mess. Hope Rosario don’t have to see that kinda stuff.”

I put a hand on his arm. “He knew what he was getting into.” I was worried as well, but kept that fact to myself for his sake. “I’m proud of him.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I am too. I’m just…” He looked down. “He’s my only brother.”

I got up and sat on his lap. “I know.” I wrapped my arms around him. “But he’s staying stateside.”

“That can change.”

I sighed. “True.”

Suddenly, the noise from the next room died down. We looked at each other. Then a door opened and we both turned to the hallway. The giggling began and soon Rosario and his friend appeared.

Rosario winked at us and kept walking to his room. The girl seemed to have other ideas and stopped just in view. She lifted her tank top enough to show us her bare ass. Then she started dancing. Without a pole, she used the entryway to slide up and down, each downward trip her top lifted.

I smiled when Giovanni gripped my side and his back stiffened. His brother moved to the wall across from the kitchen and smiled as the dance continued. Then she moved to him and rubbed her body all over him.

“Can you go another round?” She went down to her knees and pulled his underwear down. “How about some encouragement?” Her mouth had his shaft engulfed in seconds.

Rosario’s head went back. “Fuck, Bambi.” He groaned loudly. “I love when you tug on them.”

That was definitely a stripper name. I shifted my body and smiled. Giovanni’s dick was hard as a rock. “You like to watch, huh?”

“You know I do sometimes.” His voice was soft. “That time with Phil and that girl was hot.” He put an arm around me and tugged me against him. Then his lips brushed my ear. “Fuck, I wish that wasn’t my brother.”

With a look of need of my own, I glanced at him. His eyes were glued to the action in the hallway. “Did this used to happen a lot?” I asked quietly.

“Kinda.” Giovanni’s hand slid up the back of my shirt. “But I never had someone here to help me compete.”

“Compete?” That was a shock.

He grinned without turning his head. “Yeah, always wished I could.”

I smirked and turned at the sound of movement.

Rosario was pulling Bambi towards his room. “I want you on your knees, babe.”

When I heard the door close, I got to my feet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, wait.” Giovanni pulled me back to him. “I had an idea.”

I smiled and touched his face. “I gotta pee.’

“Oh.” He slapped my ass.” Hurry back.”

I used the bathroom then checked the kitchen. Giovanni was cleaning up. I turned to Rosario’s room, where loud moans and cries were prevalent. His door was open slightly. No way could I pass up a peek.

The young Bambi was on the bed, on all fours. Rosario knelt behind her, holding her hips. I watched his cock as it slid in and out of her in a quick rhythm. She gripped the sheets with every thrust, obviously enjoying it. He suddenly noticed me and winked then he wiggled his tongue at me, letting me see his piercing. My pussy clenched and I held back a gasp of longing.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself and backed away. Then I heard a plate fall. I rushed to the kitchen. “You OK?”

Giovanni looked up at me. “Yeah. My hands keep shaking.” He waited until I was about a foot away and yanked me to him. “I need to do something about this.” He ground his erection against my belly. “I always got hard when he brought chicks home.”

“I have no idea why.” The sarcasm dripped from my mouth. I grabbed his neck with both hands. “It’s got me all wet and horny too.”

He groaned loudly. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Tell me what you did when he was fuckin’ in the next room.” My eyebrows rose as he thought about it. “You can’t say you just went to sleep.” I pulled his head down to me and whispered in his ear. “Did you touch yourself?” It was turning me on to imagine him in his room masturbating while Rosario was having sex.

He sighed when I brushed my lips over his neck. “Yes.” He let out a groan of need. “I jerked off the whole time he fucked then thought of you when I came.” He grabbed my ass. “I pretended you were right there watching and we were competing to be the loudest couple.” Suddenly he flushed a deep red. “Shit. I can’t believe I told you that.” He looked away.

I turned his face back to me and looked into his eyes. “I think it’s flattering. I thought of you back then too.” I gave him an evil smile as dreams from the past floated through my head. “I woke up with wet panties quite a few times.”

His tender touch of my cheek startled me. “We both wanted this for so long.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “No more pretending or dreaming. It’s real.” Gripping me tight, he pressed our bodies together and kissed me with more passion.

Without a thought, I returned the kisses, gradually opening my mouth with each one. When his tongue plunged in, I moaned, needing him. Two days of celibacy had to end. “I need you.”

Giovanni backed me up into the table, getting more aggressive. One hand was on my face, the other on my hip. “You sure?” He gasped and covered my mouth again.

I could only nod as he pulled at my pajama shorts and panties.

“Fuck, why do you have clothes on.” Trying not to laugh, I bit my lip. When he had me bottomless, he lifted me up and placed me on the table. “I’m gonna fuckin’ explode.”

I cried out when he thrust two fingers into my pussy.

“That hurt?”

I shook my head and whimpered while he reached in deeper. “God, Giovanni.” He worked fast, rubbing my sweet spot repeatedly. Within seconds, my pussy gripped him again. “Aye.”

"I don't have a condom."

To my own surprise, I replied, "Don't care. Give it to me."

He tugged his pants down to reveal his straining cock. Without another word, he took my ass in his hands and probed my wet hole. Then with a sigh of relief, he slowly slid inside. He pulled back after only a few inches and thrust back in.

I clung to his hair and buried my face in his neck. It hurt… a lot more than I expected it to. I gasped, wishing I had held it in. Instead of worrying, he moaned and gave me a deeper stroke. My entire body shuddered as he ground into me fully. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my feet against his ass holding him still.

“I love when you tighten around me like that.” He groaned and pulled his head back.

The kiss surprised me, but it was a welcome distraction. I moaned, wanting to make love with him. Then he took control and withdrew a bit before pushing back in. I winced and involuntarily tightened my pelvic muscles.

“Goddamn, girl.” He thrust a few more times then stopped and lifted my chin. “It hurts, don’t it?”

I stared at his chest. “Just keep going.”

“No.” He pulled out and I dug my nails into his neck. “See… Can’t take my dick yet, can you?”

I shook my head, knowing his fingers weren’t quite as wide. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” He tilted my face up, holding it in both hands. “There’s other ways to cum.” He took a step back. “Lay back and I’ll take care of you.”

I put my hands on his shoulder. “How about I give you a blowjob?”

“Mmmm, maybe after.” He leaned me back. “Now, let me get started.”

When I was on my back, Giovanni positioned my feet on chairs and opened my legs wide. Then he squeezed my thighs, massaging them deeply. His thumbs moved inward slowly, until they pressed against the very top, a breath away from where I wanted them.

He stood over me and looked into my eyes while a finger swiped up through my folds. I shuddered with need. Leaning down, he lifted my top with his teeth and licked my belly tattoo. His finger still teased my pussy with tentative touches. Until he moved it down and smirked.

“Love this pussy.” He winked and pushed a finger into it. “This is good too.” His thumb grazed my clit. “Love watching you cum.” His other hand dipped out of sight.

I got to my elbows to watch him stroke his erection. “Love watching you cum too.”

“Wanna see me cum?” He moved his hand up and down faster. “Would it excite you?” I nodded, and his head went back a bit while he jerked his cock harder, paying close attention to the head. “Fuck…” He twisted his fingers inside of me. “Want… you... to cum… too.” He took in a shaky breath then stopped pleasuring himself and pulled his fingers out of me.

I was about to protest, until he crouched down and ran his tongue over my pussy. He flicked my clit then went down. Fleetingly, he licked my ass then moved up, dancing around my entrance. I planted my feet and my hips rose. He pushed the tip of his tongue in slightly. Then he tortured me by avoiding my sensitive areas.

“Please…” I begged.

He met my pleading gaze and smirked. Then he thrust his fingers in again as he sucked on my clit. I could feel his body shaking, so he must have been stroking himself as well. He moaned against me, which sent shivers up my spine. His fingertips rubbed my sweet spot harder.

“Giovanni… Giovanni,” I cried out, hips lifting, back arched, exploding within. A light rush of fluid ran over his hand as I screamed. He extended the orgasm by keeping up the vigorous rhythm. I was gasping for air, gripping the table’s sides.

Then suddenly he pulled away. “Fuck, Crystal.” I looked down my body in time to see semen spurt onto my belly in long streams. He covered the entire tattoo and then some. “Shit that felt good.” When we heard a door, Giovanni scrambled to get my clothes back on me. He got his pants up just as Rosario appeared.

“I still win.” Rosario winked. “But… you are louder, Crystal.” My face heated up as his intense eyes lit up. “Next time we’ll fuck in the same room.”

Giovanni practically growled, “No fucking way.” He stepped in between us. “I’m not giving you another chance at seeing her naked.”

Bambi came in the room, dressed in a skimpy outfit and giggled. “Good aim.”

“Huh?” Giovanni stared at her, clueless.

She pointed at my still exposed belly. “You came in a circle.” Her high-pitched laugh filled the room.

Still on my back, I looked down my body and realized Giovanni’s semen had pooled into a circular puddle. “You are a good shot.”

He followed my gaze and grinned. “I had a good target.” Then he grabbed a towel from the oven handle and wiped the mess off me. “You guys staying for breakfast? I made pancakes. They’re on the stove.” He helped me up then pulled me into his lap on a chair.

“Sounds good,” Rosario replied. Then he turned to Bambi. “You wanna come by later and fuck again?”

She giggled. A habit that was quite annoying. “I gotta work tonight. If you meet me there, I’ll go home with you.”

“We’ll see.” He kissed her strongly. “If not, I’ll come by when I get leave again, okay?”

She gave him a sultry smile. “Wear your uniform next time. I love a man in uniform.” She started walking away from the room. “I got class in an hour. I gotta go.”

I bit my lip as he followed her. “High school, you think?” I leaned my head on Giovanni’s shoulder.

“Maybe, but I bet she’s a stripper.” Giovanni wrapped his arms around me tightly. “I’ve never met a girl named Bambi who wasn’t.”

I was about to ask how many strippers he knew, but Rosario came in the room.

“Bro, wasn’t she hot?” Rosario asked as he strode into the kitchen.

Giovanni looked up at him. “Yeah, I guess. Stripper?”

“Hell yeah!” Rosario grinned. “And, man… is she good. Chris almost flipped when I got her to come home with me.”

“She looks like she’s sixteen,” I interjected.

Rosario sighed. “She just turned eighteen. I checked.” He opened the refrigerator. “I’m starving.”

“On the stove, remember?” Giovanni laughed. “She wore you out, huh?”

Rosario pulled out juice and made himself a plate. Once at the table, he raked my body with his eyes then sighed. “That girl’s like an energizer bunny. Perfect for me.”

We sat there silent for a few minutes. I started to imagine the night Rosario had with Chris and Chad.

Oh God, Chad! Did he bring a stripper home too? I guess with the stress he’s under, he needed the release. The hottest stripper he and I had seen on our trip to a club a few years ago came to mind. He always told me he didn’t like fake women. Was that just so I didn’t feel inadequate next to them? Oh, God. What if he started dating her and I was pregnant? What if Giovanni left me and I was all alone?

To ease my mind, I asked, “Um, did Chad have fun too?”

Rosario smiled widely. “I was shocked, but he seemed to. First time to he went to a club I think. He always told me no. Used to just be me and Phil. Mark’s a pussy too.”

Giovanni put his hands on my shoulders. “Did he sit in the back and sulk?”

“Hell no.” Rosario was suddenly animated. “We got him shit faced and told all the girls he needed a good lay.”

My stomach lurched and I bolted to the bathroom. I locked myself inside just before my breakfast came up. Tears were falling as I held my hair back and waited for the spasms to end. Then I sat on the floor, sobbing. It was a sign I hoped never came. Morning sickness was impossible to hide. Wait a minute. Why would it start so early?

“Hey, you OK, Crystal?” Giovanni’s voice was filled with worry. When I didn’t answer, he knocked. “Crystal.” He tried the door. “Open the door. What happened? Are you sick?”

After washing my mouth out, I took a few breaths and tried to calm myself. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not,” he insisted. “I heard you throw up.” The door creaked, most likely because he leaned on it. “Let me in.”

Reluctantly, I moved and opened the door. I couldn’t look at him. The guilt ate at me.

He quickly came in and shut the door. Then he crouched down to me. “You feel any better?” He lifted my chin. I closed my eyes, still ashamed at my reaction. “Look at me. It’s OK.”

I shook my head, unwilling to break his heart.

“We can stay home today if you don’t feel well.”

That caught my attention. I had thought he realized hearing Chad had gotten laid spurned the episode. The jealousy I still held when it came to Chad was ridiculous, but real none the less. It was a double standard though. I hated him being jealous of Giovanni and me. It wasn’t fair at all, but I couldn’t help it. I was still attached to him. Glancing down at my abdomen I thought, Maybe I would be forever.

“We’re going to Chad’s.” Giovanni kissed my lips. “Unless you’re not up to it.”

Unsure, I opened my eyes. “I think I’m OK.” It was a soft reply, but I was able to manage it.

“Good. Hop in the shower so we can get a move on.” With another kiss on my lips, he left the room.

Within an hour, we were at Chad’s front door. He answered, but look like the walking dead. “You look like you had a blast.” Giovanni patted his shoulder as he walked in the house.

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek when he leaned down to me. “Hey, Chad.”

“Hi, baby. Missed you.” He held my gaze for over a minute, not saying anything. Then he pulled back, strange behavior for him. He turned to the hallway. “Chris, they’re here!”

My eyebrows rose. “Chris stayed?”

“Yeah.” Chad looked around. “He was the DD last night. Bet that wasn’t easy.”

Rosario chuckled. “He had two drinks and just stared at the rest of us drinking.” He paused. “I was a dick about it though. I kept handing him a shot and taking it back. Funny as hell!” He sat on the couch, holding his gut in hysterics.

I was impressed, since Chris had a bit of a drinking problem when he started singing with us. Then I heard Chris’ voice, a few rooms away. A door opened and footsteps followed.

Chris came from the hallway that led to the bedrooms with a woman in a short revealing dress. “Thanks for last night. I’ll call you next weekend.” He turned to Rosario and winked. I was sure that meant he would never call. When she was gone, he headed straight to the refrigerator and stood there staring.

I watched him debate between beer and iced tea, wondering if it was truly a hard decision. He looked torn. Then he turned and caught my eye. His face dropped. Quickly, he grabbed the pitcher of iced tea and poured himself a glass. I moved back to Giovanni, feeling like I was making him nervous.

Rosario was telling Giovanni stories about the night before. Giovanni sat next to him on the couch and he pulled me down on his lap. He had been acting very possessive since he caught Rosario and me in the bathroom.

“One of the chicks was a fan,” Rosario went on. “She seen me sing too. All the girls found out we were in a band and flocked to us. It was so fuckin’ cool. The rest of the guys there weren’t too happy, but fuck them. It was great.”

I smiled then looked up at Chad who sat on the loveseat. His face was red as a beet and he looked at his bare feet. My faced paled. I had not seen a second woman in the house, but had she left earlier? His expression told me something happened.

“You shoulda seen Chad.” Chris was animated as he talked. “One of the girls couldn’t take her hands off him. Then I paid her to give him a lap dance. He kept saying he didn’t want it, but I wasn’t having that. We held him down and she climbed all over him.” He laughed and we all did the same. “When she felt his dick she got so excited. He freaked out when she opened his pants. It was so fucking funny! He had such a hard-on. Then she pulled it out and…”

Chad stood up and interrupted, “Yeah, yeah, great story. Fuckin’ shut up!”

Everyone turned to him and stared. Except for me, I was looking at my hands. I could see what happened next, the stripper on her knees, sucking his cock and him cumming down her throat.

Rosario’s hands moved, but I didn’t attempt to look up. “What’s wrong? You embarrassed?”

I couldn’t help but look up to see if he was.

He looked angry. “No. It’s just…” He glanced at me. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” He stalked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, finishing it in one long pull. “I was drunk off my ass. What happened was because of that.”

“Chill out, Chad.” Rosario stood up. “Didn’t you have fun?”

Chad put the empty bottle next to the sink and looked down into it, hands on the counter. “I guess. Change the fucking subject. Talk about Chris and what’s her face getting it on the champagne room.”

“Dude,” Rosario walked over to Chad and but a hand on his shoulder. He whispered something and Chad shrugged. “She’s not available anymore.”

Chad moved away from him. “Stop reminding me.” He sighed when his phone rang. Then he pulled it out and answered. “Hey, Dom.” He looked up and our eyes met. “Yeah, we did.” The one sided conversation was confusing. “You can if you want. Everyone else is here.” He put a hand on his head, like he had a headache. “I think he’s still asleep… We’ll get his car later.”

“Who’s still asleep?” I asked the air, hoping someone would answer me. No one did. With a shrug, I got up.

Giovanni grabbed me by the waist. “I want you here.”

“I have to go to the bathroom. Relax.” I bent and kissed his lips. “I’ll be right back.”

Truthfully, I wanted to splash water on my face so I could relax. I left them to tell Giovanni more stories and walked towards the bedrooms. Before I opened the bathroom door in the hallway, I was pressed against it.

“Help me with my headache, babe.” Tommy whispered in my ear and ground his erection into my ass. “Sliding into your pussy would do the trick.”

I reached back and was shocked to run my hand over bare skin. He was naked! Then he quickly pulled my shorts down to my thighs. Shocked at the bold move, I didn’t know how to react.

The head of his cock teased my panties. “That girl last night don’t cum like you do… and she just laid there when I fucked her. I miss how you squeeze me and scratch me and grind against me when I’m deep inside you.” His deep voice sent shivers through me and made heat flood my loins.

How could I resist him? He was so fucking sexy. He knew exactly what to say and do to get me where he wanted me. Suddenly, he pulled my panties aside and thrust into me. Not feeling pain was a shock, but was not remotely as thick as Giovanni.

“Ah, yeah.” He groaned and withdrew before driving into me fully. “Feels so good…” He held his position for a full minute then pulled out. “I gotta get a condom.” He yanked me towards the last bedroom.

When I fell on the bed and the door closed, I came to my senses. “No, Tommy. I can’t.” I got to my feet and adjusted my clothes. “I have to be faithful to him.”

Arms wrapped around me from behind and his erection poked my ass. “Please. I never needed it like this. I’m hurting, babe. Please.”

“Does that work on groupies?” I almost laughed.

He grabbed my breasts. “I don’t need a line for them. They get naked with just a look from me.” He sighed. “Guess I’m gonna have to find one to drown myself in. How can you leave me in this condition?”

I tried to pull out of his arms, but he held tight. “Tommy…”

“No one’ll know.” One hand slid down my body. “We’ll both cum fast.”

I jumped when his fingers dipped into my shorts then my panties. “Please…”

“Please what? Please fuck me?” He breathed into my ear and licked my earlobe. “Please…” He pushed a finger into my pussy. “Please finger me ’til I give in?”

Gasping, I had no idea what would deter him. He pushed another in and caressed my G-spot slowly. Agonizingly slow. “Please…” It seemed that no other word was in my vocabulary at the moment.

“I can do that.” He rubbed me with more intensity, fingers thrusting fast and hard. “You first then me.”

Seconds into it, spasms of pleasure consumed me. I whimpered, not wanting anyone to know. However, when I heard him rip open a condom, I found my voice. “I can’t, really.”

“Then just blow me.” He put pressure on my sweet spot again. “I gotta cum, babe.”

A door closing loudly made us both jump. I used the distraction to pull away from him. “I’m sorry, but I—I can’t do this… to him again.” Tears filled my eyes. I tried like hell to keep them at bay, but a few fell.

“I made you fucking cry?” Tommy grabbed his pants and quickly put them on. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry.” He stood in front of me, taking my hands in his. “I just wanna get laid.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I thought you’d understand. I don’t want you to cheat on Giovanni.”

“Sex is cheating.”

He sighed. “I don’t see it that way, but guess you’re right.” He lifted my hand up and kissed my palm. “Your pussy makes me lose my fucking mind sometimes.”

I was glad it was just a sexual attraction. “He won’t let us mess around anymore.” I met his desire-filled gaze. “Unless he changes things, I can’t.” With that, he let me go and I ran from the room.

Not wanting to give him a chance to stop me, I locked myself in the master bathroom. After using the toilet and splashing water on my face, I looked at my reflection. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked myself. Tommy was off-limits and so was Rosario. Yet my reaction to both of them was not what it should be. “Get a grip and ignore how hot they are.” Both of them were sexy men. That fact could not be disputed, but giving in to either was a dangerous game. “I can be faithful from now on.”

I opened the door. Chad sat on his bed, sitting quietly, staring at the floor. I froze. The last thing I needed was another one of them coming on to me. At least Chris was safe. That didn’t matter. In front of me was an obviously distraught Chad.

"We can't Chad. It's not right."

He looked up, but only a bit. "I know. That's not why I'm here." He hesitated. "Baby... when will we know?" He avoided my questioning gaze.

"I guess if nothing happens in a few weeks I'll take a test." I thought about asking what really happened at the strip club. “Chad, did you…”

He interrupted me with, "I feel so fucking bad I did this to you." He waved me to him.

Reluctantly, I moved closer.

He met my eyes, tears in his and pulled me into his arms. "If I could take it back I would." He ran his hands down my back grabbing my ass for a fleeting moment. "Sorry." His hands moved up. "You feel OK? Are you getting sick or anything?"

"Chad..." I closed my eyes, trying to forget burying my head in the toilet that morning. “I’m sure its too early for that. Even if I am…” I took in a shaky breath, terror filling me. Fear of hurting Giovanni. Fear of being a mother. Fear of being alone.

He hugged me tightly. “I never meant for it to happen. You felt so good and I just came.” His voice lowered. “God did I cum.” He let out a sigh. Silently, he held me for a while. Then he took a deep breath. “Last night was… I got so drunk I don’t remember everything.”

“Just like…”

His fingers flew over my mouth. “Don’t say it.” He looked at my flat belly. “I didn’t have sex, OK? I couldn’t do that, knowing what you’re going through. She just played with me until…” He looked down. “One of the bouncers saw us and I almost got thrown out. But, the girl… I don’t even know her name. She told them she started it.” He kissed my stomach. “My baby means more to me than getting off.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, unsure if he meant me, or the baby that I could be carrying. His body relaxed against mine as I slowly massaged his scalp. I knew his headache had to be bad. Hangovers made his head pound. I gently moved back and then onto his shoulders. His hands dropped to my thighs while his head rested just under my breasts.

“You feel like shit, don’t you?” I quietly asked.

He nodded slowly. “I have no idea what they got me to drink.”

The bedroom door opened slowly. “You guys OK?” Giovanni stood in the doorway with a concerned look on his face. He stepped inside and closed the door. “You crying, man? You alright?”

“He’s in pain,” I replied for him. “I swear nothing’s going on but a massage. They shouldn’t have made him drink so much.” I was glad Chad hadn’t moved as I kneaded his upper arms.

Giovanni put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. “Leave the door open, please.” He nuzzled my neck. “I’m sorry I still get jealous… I was getting worried you threw up again.”

Chad’s whole body stiffened. I rubbed his back, trying to soothe him.

“I’m OK.” I leaned my head back on Giovanni’s chest. “I can’t leave him like this. He’s my…”

Giovanni kissed my temple and placed a finger over my lips. “He’s your best friend. I knew that going in.” He let out a sigh. “Next time let me know what you’re doing, OK?”

“Sorry. It wasn’t expected.” I closed my eyes as he brushed his lips over my ear. Having their bodies against mine was starting to drive me up a wall. “I could feel the pain.”

With another kiss just under my ear, Giovanni whispered, “I’m in pain for a different reason.” He pressed his hips to my ass, letting me feel his growing cock. “I can’t wait ’til you feel better.” He pulled away as quickly as he appeared. Then he was gone.

“You been… getting… sick?” Chad’s voice was unsteady, but quiet. “God, baby.” He held me tightly again. “I’m so sorry.” His body shuddered, but I didn’t hear him crying again. “I’ll make him understand. I swear.”

I waited until he relaxed. Then I looked down and lifted his chin, keeping my voice soft. “It doesn’t mean that, Chad. I just wasn’t feeling so great this morning. It takes weeks for hormones to change things. I think.” I was grasping at straws.

“But, baby…” He pursed his lips and sniffled. “It’s been a few days.”

“Three Chad.” I reminded him. “It’s too soon.” I smiled at him. “Stop thinking about it.” I caressed his face and wiped a tear away. “Let’s go inside and make breakfast together.”

The huge smile I got was addictive. I smiled right back. “Just no grabbing my ass at the stove.”

“Fine.” He slid his hands up and squeezed my ass cheeks. “I’ll just have to work that out of my system now.” He released me and grasped me again. “Love this ass. Wish I fucked it before you left me.”

My mouth dropped. “You what?”

“Sorry. I never told you I wanted to try it.” He framed my face with his hands. “I was terrified I’d hurt you. I’m a bit big for something like that.”

“You never have?” It came out with a squeak of fear.

He pulled my face down and kissed my forehead. “No. You’re the only one who wasn’t scared of my dick.” He paused. “Well maybe at first you were, but we made it work. I’d be just as careful up your ass.”

“I can’t, Chad.” I shivered, imagining the pain.

“Hey, hey, I was just saying. I didn’t mean we should try it.” Chad stood up and held my head to his chest. “Sometimes my mouth don’t listen to my head.”

We stood there until we both had calmed. Then we headed to the kitchen and started breakfast. Giovanni watched from across the room, but didn’t interrupt our comfortable routine.

After about thirty minutes, Chad and I had piles of eggs, bacon, English muffins and hash browns on the kitchen table. Everyone dug in while Chad got glasses and I took out juice and served coffee.

Chad sat on my right and sipped his coffee slowly. He hadn’t taken a bite from his plate. I turned to my left. Giovanni shoveled food in his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten that morning. Obviously, something worked up his appetite. The others were just as famished. I picked at my food.

“You need to eat,” Chad whispered in my ear. “You know why.”

I smiled at him to hide my fear and put some eggs into my mouth. “Better?” Since I had lost my breakfast earlier, I actually was hungry.

“Yeah.” Chad rubbed his temples before tearing a piece of buttered muffin off with his teeth. “We playing Charlie’s tonight?”

Chris looked up. “No, The MetalLands.”

“Cool.” The right side of Chad’s mouth turned up. “We got some new stuff they’d love.”

Rosario lifted his glass of iced coffee. “To Chris, without him you guys would still be playing the lowly bars and club we used to!”

We all raised a glass or mug and clinked them together. I was so glad he wasn’t jealous. He was truly happy for the rest of us. That week though, he was reaping the benefits.