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I point to the clearing beyond his shoulder. "Speak of the Devil."
Jericho spins around and blows out a breath. His eyes drink in the tall trees that shiver in the wind, sending leaves coursing to the ground. The aquamarine water reflects the clouds, a light shimmer dancing across the surface as the breeze kisses it.
Around the pool, the muddy banks and green grass blades shine. Jericho takes a good look at it—then another. And another.
An expression I can’t place forms on his features. "This looks so relaxing."
I chuckle as I drape my right arm around his shoulders. "You’ve got that right."
"When we were growing up, we had alotof fun in this swimming hole." Santino lets out a snort.
Jericho waggles his eyebrows. "I’ll bet."
"Not likethat," Lazaro snaps, jabbing Santino’s ribs. "You make it sound dirty."
"It was a little dirty," I volley. "Look at the mud."
Jericho snorts. "Not that kind of dirty. I was thinking of something else."
I pretend to make a retching sound. "Get your mind out of the gutter. We three brothers are best friends—not anything more."
Well, for Lazaro it wasdirty—we all know what he was getting up to with Tommaso.
Jericho lifts his gaze to me. "Okay, big guy. Tell me the rules."
I look him and down. My—oh my.His tight, taut muscles bulge under his T-shirt. His bulge, that precious thing, is evident in his khaki shorts, looking like a dream.
I'd love to get this perfect guy naked, spread him on my lap, and give him a hot, juicy spanking. More than one—bring my right calloused palm down on his cheeks until he’s blushing and squirting.
My eyes narrow. "Clothes off. That’s rulenumero uno."
Santino issues me a nervous glance. "So soon?"
Jericho takes a proud step forward. "You three don't have to worry about baby-ing me—yet.I’ve been to prison. I’ve stripped in front of killers. Had to defend myself against someverybad men. A little nude dip doesn’t faze me."
Jericho lifts his T-shirt off and lets it fall to the ground. A hammer slams against my sternum, making it tough to breathe.
He removes his khakis next, taking his time unzipping and unbuttoning them, then shimmying them down his toned, sexy legs. Christ—Christ.His legs are a dream. My dick throbs as I picture holding them back as I plunge into his hole.
Jericho strips out of his briefs—which happen to be pink—next. This gets Lazaro’s blood pumping—his eyes widen, and his right hand rubs his crotch.
"All right, boys." Jericho stretches in the sun. "Who’s joining me?"
My brothers and I can’t believe our eyes. Jericho is—stunning. There’s no denying it.
He’s so fucking different and unique from our brother Medici’s partner and our cousins' boys. Ryder, Cyan, and Enzo are all fluffy—Mattie is a skinny twink.
Jericho is a little muscle hunk. One with abs, petite biceps, and a great, toned ass. And—he’s not baby smooth like the others, either. No, he’s got chest and leg hair. Not an excessive amount—enough to get my man balls throbbing.
Santino rips off his clothes. He growls as he approaches Jericho, then plants his meaty palm on his lower back. "In you go, little one. The water’s warm—no need for shrinkage."
Jericho’s nipples harden as Santino massages his back. "Wasn’t planning on it."
Lazaro and I share a glance—then strip out of our clothes in record time. Fucking hell. I feel like a giddy schoolboy, one who’s stepped into the locker room showers for the first time. My eyes lock on Jericho, unable to believe I’m even in the presence of such divine male perfection.
Something about himdoes itfor me. Drives me fucking crazy. His perky ass, his muscular, flat chest—his tuft of thick dark hair I want to grab as I fuck the shit out of him.
Lazaro and I slide into the swimming hole after Jericho and Santino. "Christ, boy. You’ve got an ass on ya," I growl.
