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Marcello bent down to kiss me. It was slow and passionate, the kind of kiss that stuck with me. Long after our lips separated, I still felt his lips on mine, entranced by that kiss.
“I’ll see you soon, princess. Paint something new for me.”
Arlo escorted Adriana outside with Sofia on her hip. She was a huge help after I had Sofia. My postpartum depression was so bad some days that I couldn’t even get out of bed.
Marcello held Sofia and kissed her rosy cheeks. Sofia rubbed at her tired eyes, resting her head on his chest.
It was past her bedtime.
All of our schedules were off.
I brushed her hair with my fingers. “Time to sleep, my little princess.”
Marcello got into the SUV with Cole and rode off the property. I stood on the front steps with my family, tears streaming down my face. Bastian wiped my right cheek, and Damian dabbed at the other.
“Luca,” Arlo said in a firm tone. He tipped his head at the house. “A moment?”
My sexy husband kissed Sofia’s head and then my lips. “I’ll check on you later, okay?”
I nodded.
* * *
After we put Sofia to bed, I went to the bedroom with my partners in crime. I got on my knees between Bastian and Damian, tugged on the waistbands of their boxer briefs, and licked my lips.
“I want to watch you.”
Bastian tilted my head to the side and kissed my neck. “Our dirty queen.”
Damian bit the other side of my neck and licked the spot where he sunk his teeth. “My Pet is a naughty girl.”
“You wanna watch us first?” Bastian fisted my hair, his gray eyes boring into mine. “Huh, Cherry?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
It turned me on watching my husbands together. They always found new ways for all of us to have fun. Luca was vanilla compared to Bastian and Damian. He liked to keep me to himself, his pretty perfect queen placed on a pedestal.
Of course, Luca was just as rough as his brothers. But it was different with each of my guys. Most of the time, Marcello wanted to love me. Kiss me. Make me feel special and worship every inch of my body.
But when I wanted to let my freak flag fly, I went to Bash and Damian. I explored my sexuality with them. We had no limits, no boundaries—only safe words and promises of hot sex.
Damian’s lips crashed into mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. Then it was Bastian’s turn to steal the air from my lungs.
Between the two of them, they consumed every inch of me. My skin pebbled with bumps of arousal. And with each kiss or pull of their teeth, my body ignited as if it were on fire.
Damian stared at me with the usual hunter’s look in his eyes. Like he wanted to tear me to pieces. Bastian was possessive but sweet, brushing the pad of his finger across my cheek.
I threw my arms around Damian’s neck. He bit my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Then he turned his head and kissed Bastian. Damian never hid how he felt. Not even before Bastian let his guard down and finally stopped judging himself. He was so worried about what people would think of them.
But no one cared.
It was all in his head.
Until the night I found them in the shower, I wondered if there was more than a brotherly bond between them. I loved that they could be themselves with me.
Damian kissed me again, then let his lips brush Bastian’s. My heart pounded like a drum as I watched their tongues tangle and their hands roamed over each other’s skin.
Their kisses were angry and primal, so damn hot my insides melted. Damian squeezed his hand around Bastian’s throat. And Bastian matched his movements, applying just enough pressure as he kissed him back.
