Jesus.
Alessio let out a harsh sigh. “I have a job I need to do—sometime over the next week, I need to be on a plane for it. I planned on seeing him before I left, or when I came back, considering I have to make a stop at The League before I head out.”
“Good.”
“And he doesn’t need to use you as his messenger. He has Cree for that.”
“Right,” Gian said, turning to face the house with a knowing grin, “but sometimes, it’s better to go to someone who can make more of an impact when it counts, you understand?”
“Not really.”
Gian patted him on the back. “You don’t have to.”
19.
Ginevra
“Where did Alessio go?” Ginevra asked, peeking up at Corrado over her shoulder where he stood close to her back. “I didn’t see him sneak out.”
All Corrado had to do was tip his head down, and as he spoke, his lips whispered over her skin. It was enough to get her body humming again. From that moment in the changing room earlier that day, she had been on a high. Her mind knowing where this would lead, and she wanted it more than anything. That anticipation had curled around her nerves; she felt like she might snap.
“Careful,” she said quietly enough that the people laughing a few feet away wouldn’t hear them or notice their distraction. “You will start something we can’t finish here.”
Corrado’s dark chuckles pulsed against the back of her shoulder. “Patience is a beautiful thing to learn, but you get me best when I have none, Ginevra.”
God.
Well, he wasn’t wrong.
“And he snuck out with Chris a while ago,” Corrado murmured. “I suspect he needed a second to relax ... get his mind off things. He’s another one, you know? Alessio doesn’t have a fucking ounce of patience in him.”
That dark, suggestive tone of his had her stomach clenching. All husky, and deep. Like he already had the taste of her on his mouth, and he was ready for more. It was enough to make her wish they were anywhere but here, and that Alessio was with them.
As though he could read her mind, Corrado’s hands tightened on her hips. Those fingers of his pressed firm enough to make her breath catch, reminding Ginevra how good it was to have his fingers filling her ass while Alessio had been fucking her on that chair.
It also reminded her they were not at all in an appropriate place for her to be having those kinds of thoughts.
“We should go,” she whispered.
Corrado’s lips curved into a smirk as his mouth drifted along the line of her shoulder to the junction at her throat. “We should. Let’s say goodbye, and go find Les, huh?”
“Please.”
A thick noise fell from his throat, and those fingers of his flexed at her hips harder, promising the best of their night was yet to come. She couldn’t wait.
“Leaving, are we?”
Ginevra smiled, tipping her chin down to hide the reddening of her cheeks at the familiar, sexy voice behind them. Why wasn’t she surprised that Alessio had sneaked up on them in the family room while they were distracted together and then stayed quiet, so he could watch them.
He loved that.
It made Ginevra hotter.
“Well?” Alessio asked, stepping up beside Ginevra. “Are we leaving?”
She heard the other question in his statement he didn’t outright ask. That simple yes or no they always waited for her to give. It was their reminder, even when their movements were rough, and she felt like she was spiraling down to crash between them, that ... she still had the control here.
Even when it didn’t seem like it.
“Yes,” Ginevra said. “Yes, we’re leaving.”
• • •
They knew her so well.
They knew each other so well.
And maybe that was what captured Ginevra the most when she was between Corrado and Alessio. That even in the simple things, as they undressed her, they were so aware what the other did that in their rushed movements, they didn’t clash. Their hands knowing and sure, like they had mapped these paths out on her in their minds a million times before they had ever gotten her on her knees on the bed.
It was how they moved with each other, how they worked that took her breath away first. Even as their attention focused in on her, she stared up in enough time to watch Corrado lean over her from the front, reaching for Alessio. His thumb caught the other man’s lip while Alessio drew soft circles against Ginevra’s clit.
Corrado’s other thumb slipped past Ginevra’s lips for her to suck on the tip even as he kissed Alessio.
Still, her body hummed.
Still, she had to watch.
She barely remembered the drive home. Not when Alessio had settled into the backseat with her while Corrado drove far too fast down the highway. She didn’t think about the blur outside their windows from the speed when Alessio was between her thighs, his hands holding her down against soft leather while his tongue found a spot on her body no man’s mouth had ever been. And his fingers were there, too, pressing into her ass to stretch her open.
In the front seat, Corrado told Alessio, “But don’t let her come.”
Yeah.
Alessio followed the direction, too. Throughout the drive, on the way up to the penthouse, and now she was in their bed, one standing on the right of the mattress as he worked her pussy and clit with his mouth and his fingers, and the other in front of her ...
She still hadn’t come.
Oh, they brought her so fucking close.
To that edge where blissed numbness came in, the seconds right before they would push her into the abyss of an orgasm ... and they stopped. Corrado would kiss her, his hands driving over her spine, and under to her chest where he tweaked at her nipples. Alessio would back off from behind her enough to let her shaking subside.
And then they would begin again.
Like now.
And Ginevra?
Fucking crazy.
If there was a raw, pure version of her, this was it. She didn’t recognize the sounds climbing her throat every time they denied her another orgasm. Her begging had started three denials ago.
“Please, please,” she mumbled.
Corrado’s hand curved her cheek, the tender touch about the only thing that didn’t make her ache in the best way from the rest of their roughness. “Not yet, kitten. See, you’re almost there ... he will edge you again and again, until you want to scream. And then it’s going to feel like nothing will sate you except everything.”
“And don’t you want that, Ginny?” Alessio asked behind her.
Why did their voices sound so hot?
Throaty.
It drove her crazy, too.
“Almost,” Alessio murmured. “She’s shaking good.”
Corrado peered down at her, a glint staring back at her. “You can see it in her eyes, too. They darken when they widen.”
She didn’t understand their words, not when another orgasm was so fucking close as Alessio continued circling her clit at a much faster speed than before. And yet, she was scared they would take it away from her, too.
Deny her again.
Corrado kept his touch at her cheek, his thumb roving over her trembling lips as he freed his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs. A grunt escaped from his mouth when she leaned forward, her mouth encasing the head of his cock even as he stroked the base made her wetter.