Letting go of Corrado’s hair, Les shoved his fingers into his own as the tightness in his balls increased, and he climbed closer. Nearly fucking there. He was pretty sure he even told Corrado that, but he couldn’t hear anything.
Nothing but the shower.
And his own heartbeat.
It all thundered.
“Shit, Corrado, don’t you dare—”
Corrado dragged his teeth from the base of Alessio’s cock all the way to the tip before sucking him in deep again. That was all it took to make him empty his balls.
God love Corrado ...
Because the man took it all.
He looked damn good doing it, too.
“Swear you just do this shit to me to—”
“Hear you say my name like that,” Corrado said, his laughter thick with the need to fuck as he stood straight and kissed Les hard. There was something about the taste of himself on Corrado’s tongue when it swept against his own that had his cock jerking all over again. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Also, looks like someone is feeling better.”
Les looked over Corrado’s shoulder through the glass doors of the large walk-in shower to see a pair of golden-tanned legs spread wide. A tremor worked over Ginevra’s calves. He couldn’t see what that hand of hers was doing between her thighs, but it was something good considering the sounds that crawled out of her throat.
“Still her favorite thing,” Corrado said.
“Watching us, you mean. I fucking know.” That was a groan because God, it fucked him straight up, and he loved it. “She gets off so fast, it’s ... fuck.”
“Mmhmm.” He smirked against Les’s mouth. “Her turn.”
Alessio returned that by biting Corrado’s jaw and muttering, “And yours.”
• • •
“Kitten,” Les murmured, leaning over the bed to let his fingertips drift through the stray strands of Ginevra’s dark hair that had fallen over her cheek. She’d decided to take yet another nap. Moving the hair back over her shoulder, he then pulled the blanket down around her naked shoulder just a bit. Her eyes blinked open slowly, but he could see the tiredness there as she tried to take in her surroundings. Shit, she was in their bed, and she still didn’t know where she was. Something wasn’t right. “Time to wake up, babe. Corrado’s making that—”
“Oh, God ...”
That was all Ginevra said before she kicked the blanket entirely off and darted off the bed. She damn near tripped over the comforter, and then her own two feet on the way to the bathroom. Alessio was too shocked and still trying to catch up to what just happened when the retching started in the bathroom.
He didn’t move a muscle.
Les could do a lot. He could handle more than most. Something he’d never been very good with, however, was vomit. Someone started puking, and he needed to be anywhere else because if not, he’d be the next one bent over a toilet.
“Ginevra,” Les called, “do you want—”
He didn’t even get his sentence finished because the noise picked up, and he was pretty sure his own gag reflex acted up just because of it.
Jesus Christ.
Five seconds after the retching started, Corrado darkened the bedroom doorway. Two voices filtered in from further down the hall.
“Is Ginny okay?” Giulia asked.
“Ew,” Greta mumbled.
He couldn’t see the girls, but then again ... they learned a while back not to approach the bedroom but especially if the doors were open. It was as much a respect thing as it was about their privacy. He appreciated it.
Ginny probably did too at the moment.
Corrado gave Les a look, and he only shrugged back. He hated feeling helpless, but he could not go into that bathroom unless Corrado wanted to clean Alessio’s vomit, too.
“You good?”
Les made a face. “If I smell—”
“Fuck that Chinese food you brought home, Les. I knew that fish smelled bad.”
Ginevra’s cursing from the bathroom had him cringing. “Sorry.”
Was it the food, though?
Because the rest of them were fine.
Corrado headed for the bathroom.
Alessio waited just long enough to hear Corrado soothing Ginny before the retching started all over again. And that was his cue to get out of there.
Perhaps to call a doctor.
Who knew?
4.
Ginevra
ACROSS the desk, the ob-gyn looked up from the folder with a smile and a nod.
“That’s it?” Ginevra asked.
The doctor turned her attention to Giulia who sat beside Ginevra, waiting. “Yes, I would say that’s it. I understand why she wanted to go with something like an IUD, but frankly, I feel she’s a bit too young for that. The implant will work just as well, and we’ll be able to have more checkups with her throughout the year while she begins her first birth control.”
“So, a needle,” Giulia muttered.
Ginevra did her best not to laugh, but she couldn’t hide the grin when she turned on her sister. “Listen, a needle is far better than having an IUD put in.”
“You’re getting an IUD, Ginny.”
“I’m also in my twenties, sexually active with two partners on a regular basis who are not involved with other people but each other, and I have been through the gamut of different hormonal birth control before we settled on this one. It is a better choice.”
“But—”
“For me,” she interjected quickly so Giulia wouldn’t argue the point further. She wanted it clear. The two of them were not the same. She was happy her sister felt safe and comfortable coming to her to ask for proper birth control at her age because she knew her sister would be able to get it done and wouldn’t make it into a thing. “But for you, the doctor thinks something else is a better option, so that’s what we’re going to go with.”
“Right,” the gyno replied. “And if this ends up being troublesome for whatever reason, we can discuss different options, Giulia.”
The teenager beside Ginevra sighed.
What was new there?
“Condoms should still be used because this might prevent unwanted pregnancy,” the doctor added, “but it does nothing for nasty things like STIs and STDs.”
“Thanks for that.” Guilia made a face. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“You should. If you think a needle is uncomfortable, imagine a genital herpes outbreak. I have pictures if you’d like to—”
“No, that’s fine,” her sister rushed to say. “Perfectly good, yes. I’m good.”
“Keep the pictures on hand,” Ginevra said to the doctor, “just in case we need to revisit.”
“Literally horrible. You really are.”
“No, I just ... you know what, yeah. I am.”
Guilia made a face. “Les rubs off on you too much.”
Well, Ginevra wasn’t about to deny that. She also wouldn’t say she disliked it, either.
“I will have my assistant get the implant ready,” the gyno said, bringing them back to their other conversation. “And then you ladies can be on your way.” As she reached for the phone on the desk, she asked Ginevra, “How did that infection settle, anyway? The last time you were in here when we agreed on the change from the shot to the IUD, you were still on antibiotics, right?”