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I was ecstatic when Medici thrust his tip into me—ecstatic.
I believe I shed tears of joy.
Ha.
Can’t say I sawthatcoming.
Now, as I sit on Medici’s lap in front of the roaring fire, surrounded by his accepting family, I know accompanying him to Sicily was the right decision.
Never in my life have I been more content.
"Mattie’sstillon Medici’s lap," Giosuè observes, waggling his brows.
"Naughty boy," Santino chastises, mirth bubbling in his voice.
Romeo’s wife Isabella pushes out a snort. "I wonder if he’s going tolet himself gotonight."
"Not by the fire," Nonna begs.
"Yeah," Nonno grits out. "We accept your kinks, but you do that elsewhere—not on our outdoor chairs."
Medici smacks his forehead. "Y’all need to shut the hell up."
"We’re concerned about Nonna and Nonno’s lawn chairs," Romeo growls. "They can’t handle Mattie wetting himself."
"Mattie could use a diaper," Faro suggests. "Then, no one would know."
Cyan’s cheeks turn bright pink. "I’m usingmydiaper right now."
Amadeo turns to his boy. In the glistening firelight, the desire brimming in his eyes is infectious.
"You sure are, beautiful boy." Amadeo cups Cyan’s jaw. "Let it out."
Cyan squirms as he scrunches his eyes shut. "I’m trying, Daddy."
Amadeo rubs Cyan’s tummy. "You’re my good, good boy. My sweet, loving boy. I love you, yes I do. Be mine, boy. I’ll be your Daddy. I’ll change your diaper when it’s time, time, time."
This is the most ridiculous song I’ve ever heard.
I whimper as I snuggle into Medici’s chest. "Does your brother always sing to Cyan as he tries to use the bathroom?"
Medici kisses my cheek. "It’s a recent development."
Cyan whimpers as his left leg kicks. "I-I’m doing it, Daddy."
"Such a good boy. Let it out," Amadeo whispers.
Cyan’s breath hitches. "I-I don’t want it to leak on your thigh."
"Shhhhh." Amedeo massages Cyan’s shoulders. "You’re doing fine."
Enzo turns to me. "I can’t believe you got mad at me for outing you when you’re surrounded bythis.Cyan and Amadeo are way worse."
Nonna glares at Enzo. "It was still inappropriate for you to spill Mattie’s secrets."
"I was drunk, Nonna," Enzo laments.
"That’s no excuse," Romeo growls. "I’ve been drunk plenty of times and I’ve always kept my urges and thoughts in check."
