As he pushes himself up to sit in the spot Asher vacated, Byron eyes the mafia heir warily. “You want… to do this together?”
A note of uncertainty winds through his usually confident tone.
Salvatore must pick up on it too, but he keeps his own voice mild. “What’s the point in a union with multiple matches if we don’t have fun together?” He cocks his head. “I bet you enjoyed your old matches at the same time plenty, hmm, a chroí?”
At this point, my cheeks may as well scorch right off. “Sometimes.”
“There you go.” He looks at Byron again. “You don’t really know what you’re doing for once, huh? Not up on getting down?”
Byron glares at him. “Iwaited for my match.”
My pulse stutters with the fear that this is going to turn into a clash rather than a collaboration, but Salvatore only looks taken aback for a second before he laughs. “I’m only for my match now, and I picked up a few tricks to make sureshe’s totally satisfied. So we both bring something to the table. Don’t worry, I’ll coach you if you need it.”
Byron is still grimacing, but when his gaze returns to me, his expression softens. “What would you like, Precious?”
My heart flutters at the nickname. “What you both were already doing was very nice.”
“I think we can do better thannice,” Salvatore mutters, but Byron is already leaning in to resume kissing my neck.
As he charts a delightfully scorching path from the corner of my jaw to the crook of my shoulder, Salvatore claims my mouth. The combined heat of their kisses sends a tremor of bliss straight through me.
Salvatore traces his fingers across my waist and then grips the hem of my sweatshirt. Byron eases back so they can tug it over my head together.
The mafia heir’s eyes glint when he takes in my bra-less chest in only the thin undershirt. “So fucking gorgeous. And so many ways we can make you feel good.”
When he reaches for the bottom of the undershirt, a jolt of fear streaks through the pleasure of the moment.
I stop his hand. “I—I’d still rather leave this on. I don’t want to think about you seeing the scars while we’re doing this.”
Salvatore’s eyes darken. “I don’t mind them one bit, Elodie.”
Byron squeezes my hand. “They show how much you’ve survived to make it to us.”
I offer an apologetic smile. “I know. ButImind, for now at least. I just don’t want that thought in my head when I should only be thinking about how good I’m feeling.”
It’s the same sort of excuse I used with the other Salvatore in my old reality, although then I had to pretend I was insecure about how my body looked overall rather than admitting to some of the scars. My appeal still strikes the right note.
He kisses my temple. “We definitely can’t have you distracted from that.”
I slide my hand over the expansive muscles of his chest, enjoying his rumble of appreciation. “And shouldn’t I be getting a view too?”
He laughs. “Whatever you want, mia amata.”
As Salvatore strips off the dress shirt he wore to the social, Byron unbuttons his own, unwilling to be outdone. All at once, I’m surrounded by glorious pecs and six-packs.
I loop my arm around Byron’s neck and draw his mouth to mine. As he kisses me eagerly, Salvatore takes over where Asher left off, swiveling his hands over my breasts through the undershirt.
With each motion, more pleasure sparks through my chest—and shoots down to my sex. I whimper against Byron’s lips, my legs pressing together against the building pressure. He trails his hand down my side to my thigh.
The moment he curls his fingers between my legs, a shiver of need wracks my body. I rock into his touch.
“Still too much clothes on,” Salvatore declares. He drags the waistband of my pants down and bows his head to lap at my nipple through my undershirt while Byron finishes stripping them off.
Byron kisses me again, his breath gone shaky as he strokes me through my already soaked panties.
“I love touching you,” he murmurs. “Love seeing you respond. You’re incredible, Elodie.”
As his adoring words tingle into me alongside the ache of desire, a smirk crosses Salvatore’s lips. He motions to my lap. “Have you tried tasting her yet? That’s just as good as touching.”
