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“You’re on the cusp, baby. I can smell it.” Enzo slowly slides out of me and rolls off only to grab me and put me on him. “My brothers need to hurry up so we can lock ourselves away.”
I rest on top of him, my ear against his chest, his quick heartbeats like music. A melody of his soul. “They don’t need you?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat at just a thought.
“They’ll have it handled. They’re currently making the negotiations right now.” Enzo rubs his big hand up and down my spine, his comforting touch enough to make me drowsy. I could fall asleep right in his arms, but a part of me wants to know more. They haven’t given me all the details of what is to come. All I know is that they’re making a deal with Donahue.
Enzo’s phone chimes from the floor, and he groans and shifts, stretching to grab it from the pile of pillows I made. “I have to get it. They’re supposed to keep me updated.”
I snatch his hand and hold the phone closer, so I can see it too, sliding to rest my leg over his as I cuddle his side.
Asshole Brother: We’re pulling up. Is Kinsey awake?
Me: No. She’s out. Leave us alone.
“Enzo!” I say, raising my voice. He’s a bit possessive after his knot, and if I let him get away with it, he’ll keep it up. It’s an innate behavior with his rut.
Me: Kidding. Did you bring food? That’s the only way we’re coming down.
Asshole Brother: A feast.
I wiggle beside Enzo until he forces himself to move. Just the thought of food sends my stomach screaming, the sound of it hurrying Enzo to move faster. We clean up in the shower, the heat of the water soothing my aching body. I cringe at the idea of putting pants on, so I steal Enzo’s big T-shirt before he can put it on and shrug into it.
“So hot. It’s way better on you. Spin around and bend over. I need the full effect.” Enzo twirls his finger, rubbing his cock through his pants.
Shaking my head, I deny him, puffing my lip. “If I do, we’ll never leave this room, and I’m starving.”
“We’ll serve you in bed,” he comments, smirking.
That sounds luxurious.
“Not with Holly around. You know she’s here.” I hold my arms out, wanting him to pick me up. “Resist for just a bit. We both need to save our energy. It’ll be worth it.”
Enzo squeezes my ass, adjusting me low on his body, rubbing his massive hard-on between my legs. “Hell yeah. I’m going to knock you the fuck up. I can’t wait.”
Warmth sizzles between my legs, his comment igniting something fierce and all-consuming inside me. I nearly grab Enzo’s cock to slide between my legs. I can’t think about anything else.
“Hey, brat-girl. Is my brother holding you hostage?” Wilder pounds the door, shaking the wood. “I don’t want your food getting cold.”
I moan and ease my face away from Enzo’s chest. “Food sounds so good.”
“Sex is better,” Enzo mutters, tightening his fingers to my bare ass.
“There’s dessert.” Wilder taps his finger to the door, not trying to open it. “Lots and lots of it. All your favorite main dishes. We didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so we brought everything we could think of.”
I pat my palm on Enzo’s cheek. “Food will make sex better.”
“Goddamn it. I can’t deny you.” Enzo swings around, shuffling to the door. He groans as he opens it and again when he slides past Wilder, not letting me on my feet.
“Keep hogging her and see what happens, brother,” Wilder calls from behind us, rushing to dodge past. “Don’t think we won’t team up against you. Restrain you and make you watch us pleasure her.”
“Sounds kinky.” Enzo chuckles, spinning me around, playing keep away with Wilder.
A dozen savory scents hypnotize me, dragging my attention away from Enzo and Wilder’s playfulness. Desmond and Arsenio set up dozens of different containers on the counter. I twist and shimmy, forcing Enzo to plop me on my feet. I shriek as Wilder charges, a sexy grin lighting his face as he attempts to scoop me up next. I hunker down, surprising him. As he jumps to avoid tripping over me, I scramble toward Arsenio and Desmond.
“Whoever saves me from their play fight can feed me. I’ll sit on your lap.” I stay on the floor, raising my arms up.
“Damn it, baby!” Enzo shouts, his laughter ringing out, the lightness of his voice sending my heart fluttering. “Pitting my brothers against me.”
“You could always work together,” I tease, squealing again, the world blurring.
