That was what Les did for her. Corrado, too, when he was there. And fuck, when it was both of them? She didn’t stand a damn chance.
The second she had her panties shoved aside and Alessio’s cock filling her, Ginevra swore the rest of the world disappeared. All that mattered was the way he fucked her while grabbing onto her tits with one hand and shoving two fingers of his other into her mouth for her to suck and bite at that same time.
She was grateful he managed to get home when the house was empty because there was nothing quiet about them together. Not her sounds, or the brutal rhythm of his fucking. Her sisters still lived with her, although they spent an equal amount of time with her as they did Siena, and wouldn’t be home for an hour or more yet.
“Oh, my God, Alessio,” Ginevra mumbled into the palm of his hand as he pounded her through her first orgasm. “Holy shit ... yes.”
He only slowed as her tremors did.
And it was just enough for her to hear the husky clearing of a throat that had her lifting her head. There, on the side table was the laptop facing them. On the screen was Corrado with a grin that told her he very much enjoyed the scene he just got from the two of them.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
Wouldn’t be the last, either.
“Planned that, did you?” she dared to ask.
Alessio’s soft fingertips dragged down her stomach before grazing over her hips and settling on her ass. “Had to give him something.”
“Lucky me,” Corrado replied, entirely unashamed.
“Well,” Ginevra drawled, her gaze drifting to the man grinning on the screen of the laptop and then back over her shoulder to the one that was now peppering her shoulder with hot kisses, “that was nice.”
“You were right, Corrado. It was a good idea.”
Corrado chuckled at Les’s declaration. “Do you know how much easier many things would be if you just said those words a bit more often?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“What idea?” Ginevra asked.
Alessio’s hands flexed on her tender ass, and the motion had his still-hard cock twitching inside her. A shiver raced over her spine. “This.”
Ah.
She understood.
“Not as much fun for him, though, when he’s in Vegas.”
“Depends on how you look at it.” Corrado winked on the screen. “You know, seeing as how this is a recorded call that goes to my cloud, and I can refer back to it—”
“You will delete it by tomorrow morning,” she said.
God knew she didn’t need that out into the world. Like her neighbors didn’t already give the three of them a side eye when all they did was walk down the fucking street. Or her first gyno who asked far too many questions about her sex life. Maybe that one was all for the sake of the medical side of things, but still ...
Ginevra understood the curiosity. That didn’t mean she fed it, however, because their life together wasn’t meant for the public’s entertainment.
Corrado hummed under his breath. “Nothing gets deleted from the cloud.”
“Well ... it better.”
The boys’ laughter coated the room, and all over again, she wished Corrado was back home from The League because things were easier when they were all together. She wouldn’t demand it of him not when they never demanded anything more from her than she was willing to give. She was pretty sure his job was something she shouldn’t put restraints or demands on.
“Thursdays are always the worst for you,” Corrado said, his tone still thick with his lust. “You’ve had enough of everyone’s shit by then, though you won’t say it, and you know you still have one more day left to get through before it’s the weekend.”
“He’s not wrong,” Les murmured.
“Now,” Corrado added thickly, “if you could just come around to the other side of the couch and let me see how wet and pink that pussy of yours is before he fucks you again, that’d be perfect.”
Ginevra smiled.
Les nipped her shoulder, saying, “We can do that.”
No, they weren’t the norm.
She still loved it.
2.
Corrado
CORRADO loved how he had managed to get home to New York for what seemed like a blink before The League called him back with an assignment from a client that demanded he be on the team for it. He had a month back with Les and Ginevra, or just about, and then he was on a flight headed for Vegas.
Except he didn’t fucking love it at all.
“I’m starting to think I need to retire,” Corrado grumbled into the phone.
Alessio’s chuckles didn’t just reach through the speakers, but all through his lover, too. It made Corrado wish he was back across the country, so he could give Les something to really laugh about while he held the man down to a flat surface.
Even better if Ginevra joined.
Yeah.
Vegas was not where he wanted to be.
At all.
“Dare wouldn’t let that happen, and to make him happy, Cree would be the one to deliver the news because he’d have fun doing that, too,” Alessio replied.
Corrado sighed. “Probably, the bastards.”
“Could work them into the idea, though.”
“Keep talking. You always have the best plans.”
That dark chuckle of Alessio’s had Corrado’s dick perking to life under his slacks as he headed into the walk-in closet of the master bedroom in their Vegas penthouse. They had yet to bring Ginevra to the place, but that was only because there seemed to be so little time for them to do anything.
That, and she didn’t want to leave her sisters for that long. They had school, and everything else ... well, frankly all of them had to be a little creative when it came to being together.
“We’ll get back to the idea,” Les told him. “Give it time.”
“Right.”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Trying to find the right tie.”
He swore he could see Alessio shaking his head when he replied, “Would it kill you to wear a pair of jeans to work?”
“Yes, it would.”
“Even just to ... ditch the blazer one time?”
“It’s a Guzzi thing.”
“The only time you don’t wear suits is in bed and when you work out,” Alessio said. “I don’t understand it at all.”
“I intend to look like I have money because I do, Les.”
“And comfort means—”
“What is comfortable about jeans and leather? Especially in the heat of fucking Nevada.”
“Uh ... everything?”
“Right. You do hear yourself, yeah,” Corrado drawled. “We’ll get back to this argument that goes in circles every time we have it because I don’t have time this morning. Dare has already called me three times after he woke me up. The bastard knew I came in on a red-eye, and yet he still wanted me there at eight this morning. I don’t even roll out of bed before—”
“Nine, closer to ten if you can help it. Yeah, we all know. He must be fine with risking your mood at getting you there early, then.”
“Listen, my moods are—”