“Except it’s not dealing with it when she does the same thing night after night, is it?”
Corrado didn’t reply.
“Fine,” Corrado snapped.
Alessio smirked to himself as Corrado kicked the blankets off and jumped out of the bed without another word to his lover he left behind. He listened as footsteps padded across the room, out into the hallway, and faded into the room next door. A quiet hey echoed from Ginevra, followed by a what are you doing before Corrado was back in the bedroom.
He lifted his head from the pillows in enough time to see Corrado set Ginevra on the bed right in the middle. His hands scooted her over as she still looked confused before Corrado got back on his side and found his comfortable position on his side again.
Ginevra blinked. “I was fine over there.”
“No, you weren’t,” Corrado muttered.
“I was.”
Alessio grunted under his breath. “Lies. You twist and turn half the night, and when you fall asleep, it keeps going. Just saying, you could sleep better over here.”
“We’re only sleeping?”
Alessio would have laughed at the question she hinted at, but he didn’t think now was the right time. Corrado saved him from having to say anything.
“This isn’t about sex,” Corrado murmured. “It’s about something you need ... sleep, rest, or a recharge—letting someone else take care of you because you’re dealing with shit alone when you don’t have to, Ginny. Just because you think you’re handling it alone doesn’t mean everyone around you isn’t still affected.”
Sleepily, Alessio said, “Exactly.” His tone deepened as he added, “But if it was about sex, though, we’d all be good with that.”
“Les,” Corrado warned.
“I’m not wrong.”
Ginevra let out a soft laugh, but it was the heat lingering behind her nervous energy that took his attention the most. He looked up to see her staring back at him. The same curiosity and lust lit up her gaze.
All right.
“Is that what you want?” he asked her.
Ginevra sucked in a tentative breath. “It wasn’t.”
Corrado made a dark noise from the other side of the bed. “And now?”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t do maybes, kitten.”
Consent always mattered here.
Clear, unquestionable consent.
It had to.
Alessio rolled to his back, deciding he would settle this for all. He figured it had been one thing for Ginevra when she was dealing with these men one at a time, but when they were close like this, both near with her in the middle ... she had to get stuck in her head.
It wasn’t that deep.
“Think about it,” Alessio murmured, “he will tuck you against him on your side, get his hands between your thighs, make you crazy, and after, he’s going to fuck you while I enjoy the show, Ginevra. That’s it, that’s all. And you get to fall asleep fucked, happy, and on top of the blankets the way you like. But if you would prefer to overthink it until you think it to fucking death, fine, we can do that, too.”
Corrado chuckled. “There you go.”
“I thought ...” She trailed off, her voice faint.
“What, both?”
That seemed like the obvious answer.
“A little,” she whispered.
Alessio dismissed that with a grunt. “Not yet.”
“Not yet,” she echoed.
“Soon,” Corrado added, a wicked promise lingering there. “But not yet.”
That took time.
A readiness.
A certain level of trust and need he didn’t think Ginevra was ready for yet. Oh, they would get her there, certainly, but not tonight.
Ginevra made a soft, hot noise. “But tonight—”
“If you want,” Corrado said, “but that’s not why I brought you over here. It’s not why you’re in this bed at all, and as long as you get that, then whatever you want, you get.”
“You only have to ask,” Alessio said.
“Okay.”
Alessio peeked up at her where she still sat between their resting positions. “Okay, okay, or okay we will sleep?”
Ginevra grinned in the darkness. “Sleep ... later.”
Yeah, that’s what he thought.
“Corrado, then?” Alessio asked, wanting to be sure that was who she wanted. “Because I have a kink, and I like to watch.”
All it took was Ginevra’s subtle nod, and her soft yes, for Corrado to reach for her. Alessio didn’t plan to touch, but he reached over to drift his fingers through Ginevra’s hair when Corrado kissed her. He hadn’t been wrong, either.
Corrado used his hands first—stripping her of clothes and shedding his own; he did his best work between her thighs, hands spreading her legs wide before his fingers stretched out her pussy, too. All those sounds that crawled out of her throat as Corrado circled her clit with the pads of his fingers while his other hand stuffed her full had Alessio harder than ever.
Still, he didn’t touch.
He didn’t need that to get what he needed here.
“Fuck, yeah,” Alessio murmured, “you should see what I see, Ginny. How wet your pussy is, and how you’re already soaking his hands. So fucking good. How bad do you want his cock, huh? Tell me.”
“Jesus,” Corrado grunted, “killing me here, Les.”
He grinned.
Yeah, he knew.
He loved watching Corrado work.
Corrado liked hearing all the details.
“Use your words, kitten,” Alessio urged Ginevra.
“Please ...”
Her eyes flew wide, landing on Alessio when Corrado’s teeth found the junction between her neck and her shoulder. She came hard, gasping into the dark room and twisting against the bar-like hold Corrado had on her body.
Alessio enjoyed every fucking second. There was nothing better than watching someone get off unless you were the one making them do it. And even that ... well, he didn’t mind this.
For now.
He’d get the rest later.
Her next words came out breathless, and high. “Fuck me. Please, oh my, God ... please, fuck me.”
Alessio might have gotten his own cock in his hands just to get his own while he watched them get theirs, but she reached for him across the bed. Her fingers tangled with his to hold tight as Corrado left her long enough to grab what he needed from the bedside table. Alessio slipped across the bed, his mouth finding Ginevra’s in just enough time to swallow her hard moan when Corrado filled her from behind.
And God ...
That did sinful things to him.
Wicked things.
He inched closer, but only because her soft hands pulled at him to do it. He tweaked her hardened nipples and tasted the salt on her skin as she whispered for more.
Corrado’s hand slid through Alessio’s hair, threading tight, while Ginevra’s drifted lower to slip under his boxer-briefs.
Sex was always just sex to Alessio. He liked it, and so he did it. He needed that connection with Corrado, and he found it. Anyone else, though, and it was just a need he fulfilled.
Now, though, he couldn’t get enough. This—them with her—would quickly become an addiction for him. A habit he couldn’t kick.
Alessio didn’t mind.