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He releases my hand as his brothers around the table rise to their feet.
“Matteo,” the guy in the middle states, extending his hand across the table, his hold lasting a split second longer than necessary as his thumb strokes gently over my knuckles. I shiver at the contact, and the small lilt to the corner of his mouth tells me he felt it.Motherfucker.
As soon as he releases my hand, I’m gripped by the third and final brother. His hold is stronger, purposeful, filled with intent as my gaze meets his. “I’m Vito. Ava, please, join us.”
His raspy voice washes over me in waves, my body heating under their gazes as I nod in response.
“Thank you.” The words are barely more than a whisper as I slip into the seat Enzo offered me.
My body brushes against his, the heat unmistakable as his fingers caress the swell of my ass in passing. I don’t utter a word or lean into his touch, too busy trying to contain the fact that goosebumps have pebbled at that spot.
As I take the seat beside Matteo, Enzo drops down beside me, and they spread their thighs, touching mine.
Fuck.
I’m in so much trouble, I can already feel it.
“So, what are you in town for, Ava?” Vito asks, reaching for one of the beers on the table and bringing it to his lips as he waits for my answer.
“I was supposed to catch up with my friend I mentioned, but her flight was canceled, so now I’m here for the next three days. Alone. Unless she can make it out here before my flight home,” I explain, overdoing it slightly, something that makes me cringe on the inside but is necessary to the cause.
They nod in sync before Matteo stretches his arm out behind my head, drawing my attention toward him. “It’s such a shame that a beautiful young woman like yourself has been left alone in such a big city.”
“It’s not a new situation for me, I like my own company. Relying on others seems like the perfect way to head straight for disappointment anyway,” I reply with a shrug before leaning across the table to grab my water. No one speaks as I take a sip of the cool drink, but I sense the glances that pass between them.
I may be acting under a different name, but what I say is the truth, and they seem to agree.
“More importantly, how familiar are you with an establishment like this?” Enzo asks from my left. I place my bottle on the table, turning in my seat to face him better, which only pushes me closer to Matteo.
Fucking focus, Wren.
“I visited them a few times in college, but it’s been a little while,” I reply with a smile.
Featherstone Academy counts as a college, right? I was eighteen when I used to attend the parties held by the Byrnes, and fuck did they put on a show—orgy?— whichever way you looked at it, they were as decadent as any sex club.
“And what intrigues you? What draws you in?” Matteo asks, his fingers trailing over the exposed skin at my shoulder, dragging along my collarbone and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand with anticipation.
His lips are close to my ear as he plays with my body so innocently, yet so explosively.
“I love sex, in all shapes and forms. The feel of desire coating your skin, heat building in your core, curiosity inching you closer. It’s electric. And all from one body touching another, or multiple. Everyone is searching for the same end goal. No politics, no opinions or judgment. Just pure, raw need.” The words slip from my mouth like a prayer, and I could swear one or more of them groan, but I couldn’t pinpoint who, my own words turning me on as I think about them.
“So tell me, do we have to draw straws between the three of us to get closer to you, to explorethatside of life with you?” Enzo asks, inching closer as he tucks his fingers under my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“Just one?” I ask, beaming at him, tilting my head to the side inquisitively. “I prefer men who are prepared to make a decision, Enzo. Right or wrong, that kind of power and decisiveness is ecstasy to see,” I purr, watching his pupils widen and his jaw tighten in a mixture of surprise and need. “I thought I signed up for that when I came over here, that’s what lured me in, but maybe I was wrong, and maybe this is a mistake,” I add, unable to stop myself as my need for them intensifies.
Fuck the job.
Fuck the eyes I know will be watching.
Fuck it all.
With the two shots of Sambuca swimming in my veins, I’m more than happy to let my inhibitions melt away.
“Fuck. That,” Matteo growls at my ear, and in the next moment, hands grip my waist from behind half a second before I’m lifted into the air and placed in his lap.
With my back flush against his chest, his lips against the nape of my neck, I freeze for just a moment before relaxing into his hold.
“Challenge accepted,Bellissima,” Vito murmurs from the other side of Matteo, before grabbing my chin in a firm hold, eyes burning into mine, waiting for me to back out of the challenge I presented. But that’s never going to happen.
