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Alex was eight weeks from her delivery date. This was our last chance to leave Devil’s Creek before the birth.
I swiped my thumb across her sexy lips. “You’re such a good wife.”
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On our last day in Italy, we drove through the coastal town of Calabria with the convertible top down. The wind whipped through Alex’s blonde curls as we rode into the mountains. She looked more beautiful than ever, wearing a pale blue strapless dress that inched up her tanned thighs.
Alex glanced over at me, a smile stretching across her beautiful lips. “Are we going to the beach?”
I lifted her hand from the center console and kissed her skin. “Not this one.”
“What’s wrong with this one?”
“Nothing,” Marcello interjected. “We’ll have more privacy where we’re going.”
She smiled. “I want to make love to all of you on the beach.”
“Whatever you want, boss lady,” Bastian joked.
“We’ll be there soon.” I patted her knee. “My parents took us to this beach when we were kids.”
“I could see your mom sketching on the beach.”
I gripped the steering wheel, taking the turn slow. “Maybe you’ll come up with your next Devil-themed painting while we’re here.”
“I hope so.” She sighed. “I have another exhibition in two months. I’m five paintings short and have pregnancy brain.”
“You can use me as your inspiration.” Damian gripped the headrest, leaning over to speak in her ear. “I love being your muse.”
She reached behind her and touched his hand. “The Devil I Fear.” Then she tapped my hand. “The Devil I Hate.” Her eyes moved to the back, landing on Bastian. “The Devil I Love.” She saved Marcello for last, her face illuminated with a smile. “The Devil I Crave.”
Art collectors had reached out, offering as much as fifty million dollars for the four paintings of us. No one would ever see the originals. Not as long as I was alive. We bought them from Alex’s first showing to ensure no one would ever have pieces of us that belonged in our home, not a gallery.
Because of Alex, we no longer feared love. Even Damian had gotten over his belief that he was unworthy of it. All four of us placed our black hearts in her hand, knowing she would take care of them.
When we arrived at our destination, I led Alex by the hand to the beach. Marcello carried the basket of food, while Bastian and Damian gathered the beach chairs and bags from the trunk.
Caminia had a smaller, less developed beach than those in Calabria, but I liked this one best. Hidden by rocky cliffs, we had complete privacy from the outside world. Giovanni Angeli had assured us we would have the beach to ourselves for the rest of the day.
I spread out a blanket, and Marcello set the basket on the sand. We sat beside our wife, who stared into the expanse of the water, a huge smile plastered on her beautiful face.
“Wow, I can’t believe no one is here.”
“I told you we’d have privacy.”
She looked at me. “What did you do?”
I rolled my shoulders. “Nothing. But Giovanni may have had something to do with the lack of people on the beach.”
Alex flipped open the top of the basket and rifled through the contents. She uncapped a bottle of water and took a big swig. I moved her between my thighs and rubbed my hand over her stomach.
Alex leaned back against my chest. “This is perfect. Thank you for arranging our trip.” She moved her hand over mine. “It’s a shame we have to live like this, always watching over our backs. When we return to Devil’s Creek, I’m not leaving the estate until you find out who’s trying to kill Drake.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Marcello promised, slipping his fingers between hers.
Bastian moved between Alex’s thighs and shoved her panties to the side, sliding his finger up and down her wet slit.
He licked his lips as he pushed inside her. “You look so beautiful right now, Cherry.” My brother put his hand on her stomach and pumped his fingers into her. “I love seeing you pregnant with our babies.”
