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He’d tried all his standard mind games, trying to distract himself so he could hold out, but not a single one of them worked.
After Conor had taken Harper on the floor, the three of them had made their way to the shower, where they’d blown through every drop of hot water in the cabin, scrubbing each other’s backs and fronts and…
Once they finally made it to the bed, Luca decided he’d wanted to repay the favor, wanted to see if he could drive Conor out of his mind with his mouth.
If he lived to be a thousand, Luca was certain nothing—NOTHING—would top the feeling of Conor’s dick sliding in and out of his mouth, combined with the image of Harper’s back arching, her hips writhing, her ass bouncing in front of Luca. Conor had demanded that she kneel over his face so the sexy man could treat her to the same thing he was receiving from Luca.
Harper and Conor had come at the same time, both panting, groaning, cursing as their orgasms rumbled through them. Luca swallowed every drop of Conor’s come, painfully aware that he had wasted too many years as a straight guy.
They’d woken up several times throughout the night, having sex like it was their last day on the planet. While he and Conor had moved their play forward with the blow jobs, they still hadn’t broached the subject of fucking each other yet.
Luca had given it a lot of thought, considering himself in both roles—top and bottom. He was willing to try both, but if he was being honest with himself, he already knew he was going to prefer top, going to love fucking Conor’s ass.
They’d ventured out of bed briefly this morning, but that was only because they’d worked up quite an appetite. Between the three of them, they’d managed to rustle a big platter of bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast, all of which they fed each other in bed, before falling onto each other for more sex, more orgasms, more…everything.
After that, they’d fallen back to sleep, napping the afternoon away. Luca reached for his phone, surprised to discover it was just after three.
Placing his phone back on the nightstand, he felt Harper stir.
Twisting, he wrapped his arm around her, caging her in place, while he stroked his fingers along Conor’s bare chest, waking the other man as well.
“What time is it?” Conor asked gruffly, clearing his throat.
“Three,” Luca answered.
Conor seemed surprised. “I don’t think I’ve ever spent an entire day in bed…without being sick.”
Harper grinned. “Me either. I love it.”
“So do I.” Luca placed a kiss on Harper’s shoulder, none of them making any move to get up. “Guess at some point, I should start making dinner.”
“What’s on the menu?” Harper asked. “I can help.”
Luca hummed. “Nope. No need. Nonna made us homemade lasagna. It’s in the fridge. All I have to do is heat it and bake some garlic bread.”
“Sounds delicious.” Conor glanced around the room.
“What are you looking for?” Harper asked.
“My cell,” Conor replied. “I feel like the thing is usually glued to my hand. It’s just occurring to me I haven’t looked at it since we got here. Didn’t even charge it last night.”
“It’s nice to unplug once in a while,” Harper observed. “I don’t know where mine is either.”
They both looked over at Luca, and he gave them a guilty grin, since his was right beside him. “Oops.”
Conor rolled his eyes, while Harper laughed. “You were the one who said we were taking a break from work,” she reminded him.
“I know. All I did was send Joey and Gio a quick text, making sure everything is okay at the restaurant. No more accidents,” he said, making it clear he didn’t think anything that happened had been an accident.
“Still no idea who might be doing the sabotage?” Harper asked them.
Conor sighed. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, wondering if the vandalism might have something to do with the Eddingtons.”
Harper pushed up onto her elbows, resting on her stomach with her back arched, so she could see him and Conor at the same time without having to keep turning her head. “I don’t know who that is.”
“Richard Eddington is a prominent businessman in Philadelphia and up and down the East Coast. Patricia’s his socialite daughter.” Luca tilted his head, confused. “Why would they want to harm one of your businesses, Conor? I thought their beef was with Matt and Liza.”
“I’m not sure they would. Patricia had set her sights on Matt, shortly before he and Liza became a couple,” Conor explained to Harper. “She didn’t take his rejection well, so she dug up some…” Conor paused.
