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"Shit, boy!" Jako glances down at the cum seeping out of our conjoined dicks, trickling onto the sofa. "We made a mess."
"It’s okay, Daddy." With a horny grin, I drop to my belly and lap it up.
Lick.
Lick.
Lick.
Jako squeezes the roots of my hair, then smirks. "I pray it wasn’t a mistake inviting you into my home.You’re a wild one."
He smacks my ass.
Swat.
I scream, then wrap my arms around his waist. "You don't know what you do to me."
Jako crushes his lips to mine. Tenderly, romantically, passionately. He conveys the breadth of emotion he feels for me with this kiss, refusing to let me go, not willing to allow me to do anything but be his boy.
Then, he lifts me against his chest, and pats my bum. "Time for a bath."
I nod, then rest my cheek on his chest. "Great plan."
ChapterTen
JERICHO
I hold my three Daddies’ hands as we head toward Nonna’s backyard. Nonno is grilling steaks and serving them with the most scrumptious Sicilian tomato-based Italian salsa I’ve ever seen.
I don't know why food isn’t this good in the United States. It feels like we should be crushing it culinarily—we’re not. Everything tastes bland, lifeless, and boring compared to Italy.
I watched a documentary in prison about our American diet. Apparently, corporations put genetically modified ingredients and loads of sugar into every food item they create. That’s why chips and sweets are so addictive—and why we try to export them all over the world. They’redesignedto hook you—no different from what TV producers attempt to do when coming up with a new show.
However, no one ever ran into health problems watching TV! Food, on the other hand?Better for you in Italy.
Marcello squeezes my hand. "Look at you shine."
I turn to Marcello… and try not to blush. The memory of our snuggle session, as well as our shared moment by the pool, floats through my mind.
Gosh, how amazing my three Daddies are. How sweet, how compassionate, how caring.
I still need to open up to them about prison—it’s wrong not to. Still, at this moment, I’m content basking in our shared happiness.
I wink at Marcello. "Thanks, Daddy."
Lazaro pushes out a growl as he turns to me. "No love for me? Unbelievable."
With lightning-fast reflexes, I spin toward Lazaro. "I feel the same way about you."
Santino shakes his head in disappointment. "I knew I'd be the third wheel."
Spinning around (Santino is walking right behind me with his hand on my bum—that’s what I meant by 'holding my three Daddies' hands—I’m technically only holding Marcello and Lazaro’s, but I count my ass as a hand as long as Santino touches it), I blow Santino a kiss. "My biggest, strongest Daddy could never be the third wheel."
Santino growls as he waggles his brows. "That’s what I like to hear."
Marcello crooks a brow. "Biggest? Strongest? In his dreams."
Santino won’t take that sitting down. "Iamstronger and bigger than you."
