The Race (MMM)
[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]
On the eve of a regatta, Gabriele Acquaviva and Nicola Neri run into Marino Benedetti, and suddenly their ancient rivalry becomes a race to win his heart. They don't expect to win both. Nor that their antagonism will turn into something else.
Nicola is the winner of the A Class Catamaran championship for the last five years. For three years, Gabriele has tried to overcome him. One day, they find themselves together on the Island of the Wind to check the layout of the next race. They meet Marino, a young, stunning islander.
Marino is a loner. He knows that no one will ever be able to share his life on the island. And he doesn’t want to give his heart easily, unless the two sailors are able to demonstrate their ability to work together to get what they care about.
During the race, as a shark attacks their catamarans, Gabriele and Nicola have the opportunity to test their real feelings.
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Gabriele pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt and leaned back against the railing of the ferry. The Islands of the Wind really lived up to their name. Even in midsummer, the temperature wasn’t too hot, the sky was cloudy, and the sea dark and inhospitable. The wind that swept the deck of the ferry was strong and intrusive, and he loved the wind. The wind was purifying. And when he was on his A-Cat, the wind made him fly away from everything and everyone.
He closed his eyes to listen to the wind. Every time he felt the wind, his body quivered with the desire to capture it.
“This wind is fantastic,” someone said. Gabriele jumped and for a disturbing moment, he thought that the intruder had stolen the thought from his own mind.
Beside him, with a hand resting on the railing of the ferry, was the only person in the world he hated, Nicola Neri. He was unbearably close, less than one meter. Gabriele, on instinct, backed away.
“I don’t want to eat you,” the man said, an amused expression in his eyes.
“Are you following me?” Gabriele asked with irritation.
“Following you?” the man said, raising his eyebrows. And Gabriele blushed. Yeah, what nonsense. Nicola Neri couldn’t follow him. He wouldn’t follow someone who meant nothing to him. “I just had your same idea. That’s all.”
Gabriele looked around. The ferry was empty. No one in sight. The Islands of the Wind weren’t a very hospitable place. The few people who came on board were all inside, annoyed by the wind. Bummer. He had not seen Nicola Neri climbing up. If he had seen him, he would have given up, although he had driven all night to get there.
Gabriele sighed. He wasn’t a person who loved the company of people. But usually, the people were indifferent to him. There was only one person in the world that he despised, and said person was the only one on the bridge of the ferry with him.
“No need to make that face,” Nicola said, smiling. “I already know you don’t like me.”
“Really?” Gabriele said with irony. “I’m very surprised.”
Nicola ceased to smile, looking at him. “I don’t know why you act this way, really. We aren’t always racing.”
Fuck you, Gabriele thought, but he bit his lower lip to keep from saying it out loud. Even if he had known Nicola Neri for many years, this was the first time he really talked with him.
“Let me tell you, you are not very sporting.”
“I don’t give a shit. I don’t want to be your friend.”
Nicola laughed. “We are the only ones here. If I talk to you, this doesn’t mean we are best pals from now on.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Really?” Nicola said with that charming smile he always performed on magazine covers every time he won the championship. “I could tell you why you’re always in second place, behind me. I know where you’re wrong.”
Was he kidding? Definitely yes. “Leave me alone,” Gabriele said.
Nicola Neri narrowed his eyes. “You’re the only one who can keep up with me, but you don’t realize this. You have in your mind only that you are not the one to win.”
Gabriele began to find it quite hard to keep from jumping on him and hitting him. He walked away toward the bow without saying a word.
Nicola Neri didn’t follow him, though Gabriele continued to feel his eyes on his back all the time.
Did he actually say that I am the only one who can keep up with him? Against himself, Gabriele blushed in pleasure.
* * * *
An hour later, the ferry docked in the harbor of the main island. According to the map, the island was simply called “Greater Island of the Wind.” But there was little greatness in it. Maybe it was just bigger than the other islands of the tiny archipelago, but it was little more than a rock.
Gabriele was the first of the handful of people climbing out. He was happy to get off because he suffered from seasickness when he was not the one driving the boat. He was trying to keep the distance from Nicola Neri, although he felt his eyes on his back all the time. He thought it was just an impression, but when he turned to check, Nicola really was staring at him. This strange behavior made him nervous as hell.
The tiny town perched on the side of the rocky ridge of the island was practically deserted. Small houses with square roofs, Mediterranean-style, clung to the rocks, mixing with them. The main road unwound from the harbor to a little church on the mountain. There was a tiny square around the church painted a dazzling white while the rest of the houses in the village seemed almost built one over the other. A few gnarled maritime pines scattered among the windswept rocks gave a touch of dark green. Three big sleepy cats in front of a door were the only living souls in sight.
Gabriele didn’t know where to go. The few people who climbed out of the ferry soon dispersed. He was alone with Nicola Neri, who was looking at him from the distance, on the pier. He seemed to be waiting to see what he would do.
Out of the shower, Marino continued to take care of him. He took a towel and began to dry him, then pushed him down on the toilet lid and carefully wiped his hair. Gabriele stole the towel and began to dry the body of Marino, exploring a bit and following with his fingers the layout of his freckles. He put his fingers in Marino’s navel, making him chuckle.
Even Marino’s cock was hard and leaking. Gabriele took it in his hand, savoring the warmth of his skin. Marino withdrew Gabriele’s hand, slapping it and then sat straddling his legs. “We can go back to bed now.”
“Okay,” Gabriele said, cupping his ass cheeks and massaging them with his fingers until Marino squirmed. His eyes were glued to Marino’s cock and the clear beads forming on the slit. Marino searched for his lips, pushing his hair away from his face. They kissed for long. Gabriele rubbed Marino’s back until he felt his skin covering with goose bumps. Their tongues were glued and he didn’t want to leave him. He lifted him to bring him to bed.
“No,” Marino said, pulling his mouth free. “You don’t have to strain yourself.”
“This is not an effort,” Gabriele said. He opened the bathroom door with a kick and deposited Marino on the bed.
The sun was setting over the sea and in the bedroom there was a deep red light. The clouds were traveling fast and the wind hadn’t dropped. The wind chime was tolling softly. Marino was watching him.
Gabriele kissed along Marino’s body. He palmed his cock and licked away the clear drops, making Marino moan. He licked gently at the tip then he took all the shaft in his throat a couple of times.
“Enough,” Marino said, pulling him down. “You have to rest. I’ll do that.”
Gabriele lay down, a little disappointed. He could feel Marino’s taste and wanted more. But he forgot all his disappointment when Marino closed his mouth around his cock. He groaned, lifting his hips.
Marino didn’t lick him for long. He straddled him, rubbing for a moment their cocks together. He sat on his hips, his silky balls gently rested on Gabriele’s. “I want to ride you,” Marino said, stroking his chest. “You deserve it.”
“Oh, thank you,” Gabriele said, cupping his ass. “Do I have to deal with a tiger shark every time I want to be treated like this?”
“Would you?” Marino asked, with a mischievous smile.
“Oh, yes,” Gabriele said. “I will gladly kill a lot of sharks. That is, no, not a lot. Possibly only one. Small.”
Marino laughed. “Forget sharks. I like this too much to wait for you to stab one of them again.”
“Oh, thank God,” Gabriele said. And Marino laughed again.
Marino lowered to kiss him as he searched in the nightstand drawer. Gabriele slid his fingers between Marino’s ass cheeks, rubbing the crease, circling his soft hole. Marino squeezed some lube in his hand and raised, grabbing Gabriele’s cock to spread the gel on it. Gabriele stole a bit of lube from his hand and began to rub it on Marino’s hole, sliding his fingers inside, circling it, and then sliding inside again. Marino drove Gabriele’s cock until the head kissed his hole.
“Oh, love,” Gabriele said in a whisper as Marino pushed on Gabriele’s cock, opening himself slowly. As he bottomed out and the tight ring of muscles was around the base of Gabriele’s cock, both let out a moan.
“Oh, my love,” Gabriele repeated, cupping his ass. But Marino took his hands and pinned his wrists to the mattress. “I’ll do that,” Marino said.
“Oh, yes, this is interesting.” Gabriele moaned as Marino began to ride him, choosing his own rhythm, pinning his wrists on the bed. Marino adjusted himself around him, moving his knees to better push on the mattress, and accelerated slightly.
“So, do you like my ass?” Marino said under his breath.
“Oh, yes,” Gabriele said. “Yes.”
“So, are you ready to face difficulties to get it? I’m not just talking about sharks. Not only.”
“Yes, yes,” Gabriele said. He pulled his wrists, but Marino was taking him down with a firm grip.
“Be convincing. Don’t just say yes.”
“I like this place, I like you, and I like your ass,” Gabriele said. “I think…”
“Yes?” Marino asked, riding him a bit faster.
“…I think I have always wanted you, even if I didn’t know you…”
Now Marino’s pace was fast enough to take his breath away.
“…and the reason why I love to fly away so much with the wind on my Cat…”
“Yes?” Marino asked hoarsely.
“…Is that I always tried to fly away from the rest of the world to get something like you…”
“So you don’t have to worry about me getting bored of this place, because this place is what I always…”
Marino shouted, and a spurt of his burning cum fell on Gabriele’s chest.
“…searched for,” Gabriele finished then he closed his eyes. He had never made Marino come, the Champion had always taken care of that. He was stunned by the way his muscles were contracting around him, milking him. The orgasm exploded inside of him like something instinctive, independent of his own will. “Oh, my love,” he groaned, as he filled the depths of his lover’s body.