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“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined fucking these tits,” he said as he pressed them together, forming a tight channel for his cock.
Oh, thank God, the man has a kinky side.I could definitely work with that.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and drew him nearer.
“These tits like to be fucked, so long as you promise that’s not the only trick up your sleeve.”
He smiled devilishly.
I had a feeling Brute Hastings had plenty of tricks.
With my breasts still pressed together, he leaned in and his tongue drew circles around one nipple, then the other before he suckled a nipple deep and rolled the piercing around on his tongue.
He’d just switched to the other nipple when another knock sounded on the door, and like before, it was barely a heartbeat later when the damn thing flew open.
Shit.
And just to screw this up for me as much as possible, it wasZiettoVito standing in the doorway with a dark-haired woman at his side.
Not just any dark-haired woman. Leeri.
Well, wasn’t this inconvenient timing. Interrupted again. When it happened to a guy, they called it getting “cockblocked”. What exactly was it called when it happened to a girl? “Another night with a vibrator and a vivid imagination” maybe?
I did my best to remember the prickly cactus was Brute’s sister and needed our help while Brute grabbed the towel and draped it between us, helpfully trying to cover me up. If it wasn’t for my uncle, I would have told him not to bother. But yeah,ZiettoVito didn’t need to see this.
Vito sighed, looking in every direction but mine. “Greta, put some clothes on,perfavore,” he said, then nudged Leeri into the room while he stared at the top of the window across the room. My poor uncle.
“We found her outside the villa, quietly looking for you, I imagine,” he explained to the window.
Well, whether it was the message we’d intended or LGBT leprechauns, at least whatever Freya had written on my arm had drawn Leeri here.
Once I’d finagled the towel into something that almost provided cover, Brute stood up and turned around. I couldn’t see the look on his face as he saw his sister for the first time in fifteen years.
Leeri gasped, taking a step back and nearly bumping right into Vito.
“Maybe you could give us a few minutes,ZiettoVito,” I said as I tucked the towel in around me as best I could.
Finally, he looked at me. The look in his eyes said he didn’t approve of what had been going on here one bit.
I’m a grown woman; butt out,said the look in mine—not that I thought for a moment that it would stop my uncle from sharing his views on the subject later on.
For now, he nodded, his lips pressed together, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“What the hell are you doing here, Brute?” Leeri hissed the moment the three of us were alone, her arms crossed over her chest.
Apparently, the prickly cactus routine wasn’t just for me.
Brute was silent for a moment, and I couldn’t blame him. Hearing that someone who’d gone missing fifteen years ago was alive was one thing. Seeing her in the flesh? That had to jar the mind a little.
“Fifteen years, and that’s the best you can do?” he asked as he reached for his shirt.
“Fifteen years, and you show up here out of the blue? Why?”
He scoffed. “The message you sent kind of suggested you needed help, Leeri.”
“It’s Valeria now,” she snapped, then shook her head. “What message?” She sounded genuinely confounded. I’m not sure even a good actress could pull that off.
I couldn’t help but wonder ifthiswas a typical Hastings family reunion, though. It was awfully prickly, in my opinion.
