Alessio (The Guzzi Legacy Book 2)

by Bethany-Kris

  Terror.

  Appreciative.

  Selfishness.

  Because that was all his—both people. And that thing between them they shared. It was his, too. Individually, with each of them on a one-to-one basis, and them together as a unit with him.

  People who are lucky get one great love in their life. Many more never even get the chance to meet theirs.

  Alessio?

  He was given two.

  Two.

  The hand Corrado had tucked clasped onto Ginevra’s side drifted away from her to reach for Alessio. He didn’t question the want for touch, simply answered it by reaching back, his fingers threading with Corrado’s before he leaned forward enough to press his forehead against the side of their clasped hands.

  For a single second before this moment turned into something else—he figured it would; they needed the physical side, too, with each other—he soaked that in, refusing to let anything seep into his mind so he wouldn’t forget it.

  That feeling.

  Would it ever be the same again?

  He wasn’t sure.

  It didn’t matter.

  He’d never forget it now.

  But he also wasn’t wrong on what he believed, either. All it took was a soft, “I need you—both of you.” That whisper from Ginevra was so quiet, and yet, there was an unmistakable heat in her tone. A want.

  And he swore it was second nature for he and Corrado … an uncontrollable urge they both had to give this woman what she wanted, when she wanted it. It didn’t matter what it was, pancakes at nine in the evening, or fucking at two in the morning, they would give it to her because she asked.

  A lot like each other, too.

  Ginevra fell back into Alessio’s lap, her loose hair spilling over his shoulder as his arms locked around her waist. He took that chance to dip his hands lower while Corrado pulled his suit jacket off and worked on the buttons of his shirt. Alessio wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Ginevra hot and wet under the lace panties hidden between the skirt of her dress. He bunched the skirt around her hips. His hand under her panties moved fast, stroking through the seam of her sex to take the wetness he found there up to her clit.

  All she needed to get off were the pads of his fingertips against her clit in fast back-and-forth strokes at a steady pressure, and he would make her come like nothing at all. He did exactly that, wanting her worked up. No flavor was better than Ginevra’s pussy right after she came, no doubt about that.

  There was something sweeter tasting to her skin, he would swear on it.

  “Yeah, fuck,” Corrado said when he buried his face into Ginevra’s neck to breathe her in as she squirmed against his hold, “make her come, Les. Let me see it.”

  “Oh, my God,” Ginevra choked out, the sound raw enough to make his cock impossibly harder beneath his jeans. And with her tight little ass grinding against his groin to get more friction of his hand against her clit, he damn near blew his load like a fucking teenager. “Please, don’t stop. Please, Les.”

  He laughed against the heat of her skin, and her pulse thrummed under the spot where his lips grazed her throat. “Not this time, sweetheart.”

  Alessio realized Corrado had kneeled down between the two of them when the warm roughness of the man’s tongue lapped at his fingers running across Ginevra’s clit. The heady moan that Corrado let loose was enough to have Alessio clenching all over—but in the best way.

  “Do you hear that, Ginny?” Alessio asked her, his mouth drifting up the side of her trembling jaw before coming to a stop at her ear. He found the flavor of salt on her skin already, but also that strange sweetness, too—it would be a good fucking night all around. “That sound means he likes the taste of you on me, woman. Do you want him to eat your pussy while I make you come?”

  A whine echoed from Ginevra. A clear yes following right behind it. Corrado did what she wanted, and Alessio intensified the pressure and pace on her clit for her. Everybody had that button to push, and this was Ginevra’s. As soon as he hit it, and Corrado was feasting on her pussy she shouted loud as she came.

  Trembling all over.

  Hot to the damn touch.

  Sobbing their names.

  Fuck.

  It was sacrilegious.

  It had to be.

  If sin was a physical thing like people believed it to be, it had to be the sound Ginevra made when she was coming like that with both of them touching her. And if heaven truly existed, it was also this.

  Alessio grabbed a fistful of Ginevra’s hair to turn her head enough to kiss her. His tongue clashed with hers, their kiss a familiar war he found had his heart pounding even as his fingers slowed between her thighs. He wasn’t sure when Corrado stood up, but the rustle of a bag had Alessio pulling away from the kiss to find what was happening. He didn’t wonder for long, though.

  Corrado was back, leaning over Ginevra to take a kiss, too, his hands locked onto her thighs. Next to Alessio on the couch, he found what Corrado had been digging for. One of their small, black travel bags where they kept anything they might need to stay overnight. And as a just in case, condoms and packets of lubrication.

  “Turn around,” Corrado demanded.

  Ginevra hurried to obey, letting Alessio drag those ruined panties off her legs before she twisted around on his lap to straddle him. He dragged the straps of her dress down her shoulders, thankful she’d picked the tight bodycon one he’d liked in her closet because the material had give.

  Once he had that dress pulled down enough to get his hands on the lace bra that was covering her chest, she arched into his touch. Her lips fell open, and her tongue snaked along the outer edge as Corrado lifted her higher so that her ass was thrust out for him.

  Alessio, though, focused his attention on getting his palms under Ginevra’s bra. Skimming his fingertips over the tops of her nipples, he hardened them into peaks. He took one in his mouth, his teeth teasing her nipple as Corrado worked behind her. The rustle of the bag echoed again, and the sound of foil ripped open.

  He knew when Corrado slipped his cock into Ginevra’s pussy because her body jerked against his, and another soft whimper fell from her lips. Alessio stared upward, Ginevra’s nipple still tight between his teeth to see Corrado biting the top of her shoulder as the echo of skin slapping skin sounded in the room. He got his hand between her thighs long enough to graze the hard length of Corrado sliding into Ginevra’s wet heat before he moved higher to work her clit between his fingertips with a massaging motion.

  Different from before, but more intense.

  His other hand came up to grab her jaw as he let go of her nipple, tipping his head higher to watch her face when she came a second time.

  “Almost?” he asked her.

  Ginevra swallowed hard. “Almost.”

  “You want more?”

  She nodded once.

  Good.

  Because what she wanted, they gave.

  Corrado tipped his head to the side, making Alessio aware he thought the same thing and was ready for it whenever he wanted to move. Alessio pushed his hands against Ginevra’s thighs, and Corrado slowed behind her, removing himself from her body, and helping her to stand against the couch. It was long enough for Alessio to move over, and Corrado put Ginevra back on her knees on the couch, already slipping his cock back into her to fuck her from behind while Alessio stripped of his clothes.

  He took all of thirty seconds to get rid of the shit in his way and find a condom in that bag to put on. Bottle of lube in hand, he handed it to Corrado as they let him resume his previous position, except this time, Ginevra’s hot pussy came down on Alessio’s cock.

  The groan that came from him sounded foreign to his own ears, but he’d forgotten how much he loved this woman’s cunt. He let Ginevra ride him at the pace she wanted for, his hands skimming around to her ass to spread her wide. It gave Corrado easy access to work her from behind.

  First, with his fingers. Stretching her wide and wanting to fill more an
d more with each twist of his digits inside her ass. The lube would ease the tension curling her shoulders as her breaths came out a little faster with each finger Corrado added. Her rhythm on him never changed, though, because damn, she wanted that.

  It vibrated through her.

  In every single inch of her.

  “Tell me,” Corrado said where he kneeled behind Ginevra. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”

  “Just …”

  Air rushed from Ginevra.

  Alessio leaned in and kissed her hot mouth. “Say it for him. He wants you to use words, kitten.”

  And so did he.

  “Fuck my ass,” she whispered. “I need … I need … Please.”

  Corrado’s next moan came out thankful and husky at the same time. He stood, his hand finding Ginevra’s shoulder as he fit in behind her. Alessio’s fingers squeezed on Ginevra’s ass, slowing her to a stop. He could tell by the tightening of Ginevra’s muscles and the low cry that fell from her trembling lips when Corrado pressed his cock into her ass.

  Alessio distracted her with kisses, swallowing all those sounds she let loose, and soothing the tension in her body. But that noise she made when Corrado fit tightly against her, cock buried deep, and she sat all the way down on Alessio again …

  Primal, he thought.

  So fucking raw, really.

  Her pussy flexed all around him, taking his breath away when she mumbled, “Please move … fuck me.”

  Corrado’s hand found one of Alessio’s on Ginevra’s ass. Their fingers wove again, tight together as they both found a steady, fast rhythm that allowed one to flex into Ginevra as the other pulled off her. He used the hand he still had on her ass to lift her on his cock, and to yank her down harder with each thrust.

  But her like this?

  Perfect.

  Undoubtedly.

  Free with her back arched, and ass curved out. Head thrown back, and waves of dark hair falling over her shoulders. Those tits of hers pert and pink nipples hard from his handling. She’d have their marks by the morning, both seen and invisible. She’d ache from them, even sitting down, they would linger on her … and that drove him fucking crazy.

  He loved it.

  Ginevra’s hand on his shoulder grabbed harder, those nails of hers scoring lines across his skin as she came with a broken cry. He didn’t catch that one with a kiss like he had the others, but he didn’t mind.

  He’d needed that.

  It made him come, too.

  Corrado followed close behind.

  Alessio saw stars, his breath gone as one by one, each of them stilled. He wasn’t sure which one trembled, but it echoed in his bones. Ginevra fell forward, her forehead pressing against his chest as Corrado leaned over her to press a line of kisses up her spine. Gaze lifted, Alessio met Corrado’s stare as their still-woven fingers squeezed together again.

  “Chamomile, right?” Alessio asked.

  Ginevra hummed a sweet sound. “What?”

  “That’s the tea you like before bed. They have some in the mansion, I’ll go get you some and bring it back, hmm?”

  “It is, but—”

  “And a warm bath,” Corrado added.

  Ginevra sighed. “Is it spoiling me time now?”

  Alessio chuckled.

  Corrado smirked at him.

  “For the rest of your life,” Alessio said, “if that’s what you want.”

  Ginevra made that happy, pleased hum again. “It is.”

  “Then, that’s what you get,” Corrado murmured.

  Almost two months later …

  “Greta?”

  “What?”

  Ginevra peeked over at her sister in the passenger seat of the SUV. Behind the wheel, she couldn’t take her eyes off the road for too long, but all she needed was that quick look to know Greta was more interested in whatever she was looking at on her social media stream than whatever her older sister had to say.

  “Could you come back to the real world for a second?”

  Greta sighed, but set the phone down. “Better?”

  “Slightly. Last day of classes before Christmas break, so try to make the best of it, and not get too bored. Also, did you finish that essay last night that you needed to hand in?”

  “Yes.”

  “Last night at one in the morning,” Giulia grumbled in the back seat.

  “At least I did it.”

  “I could hear you clicking keys through the wall.”

  Ginevra focused her attention on the horrible traffic in front and wondered why she didn’t just send the girls to their school in a fucking cab. She didn’t remember bickering with her sisters as much as the other two did. Oh, she loved them to death, to be sure. Sometimes, they still got on her last nerve.

  Especially when she was running late for her extra college class, had gotten halfway through her coffee that morning, and hadn’t seen either of her men in two weeks. Ginevra needed a hell of a lot of things and listening to her sisters fight was not one.

  “Can we hold off on the arguing until I drop you off?” she asked, not hiding the sarcasm in the slightest.

  Greta rolled her eyes. Giulia stuck out her tongue when Ginevra checked the other girl in the rearview mirror. Nothing unusual for either of them, really.

  Truth was, they were good girls. Normal teenagers, all things considered. They had their moments, and sometimes a bad attitude that made Ginevra squint. At the same time, they didn’t get in trouble, took care of their business, and over the last couple of months, somehow realized on their own time that Ginevra had her own life she was trying to start and take care of them.

  They were sensitive to that, never trying to take time away from Ginevra with Corrado and Alessio when they were around, even though they didn’t have to worry about doing that at all. The guys never tried to take time from her sisters.

  Thankfully, the girls quieted for the rest of the drive. Which was another forty-five fucking minutes for three goddamn blocks—New York traffic was terrible, and it reminded Ginevra daily that allowing Corrado to buy this stupid SUV was pointless. Oh, she loved it, to be sure. People got out of the way when something bigger was coming through, but that meant nothing when traffic was almost at a gridlock.

  Every single day.

  Ginevra was just pulling into the drop-off line when she noticed a familiar black Porsche parked along the side of the street. Cutting back out onto the street, she turned a hard left, and swung in beside Alessio’s car. Standing beside it looking like absolute sin and love in his usual black jeans, and leather jacket overtop a plain tee, he winked at her when she cut the engine.

  When had he gotten back?

  Where was Corrado?

  “Siena is picking you two up today, I’ll drop off your overnight bags for the weekend later,” she told the girls as they all unbuckled. “Don’t forget, okay?”

  “Got it,” Greta said, pushing out of the front of the vehicle.

  “Yep,” Giulia echoed.

  Their similar greetings to Alessio sounded as Ginevra got out of her side of the SUV, and rounded the front, tightening her tweed jacket to keep out the late December cold from seeping into her bones. The beanie on her head with the pompom on top helped too, at least, keep her ears warm, but she’d forgotten mittens in her rush to leave. Her fingers felt like icicles, so she hid them by tucking her hands inside the pockets of her jacket.

  Greta and Giulia, despite being almost late for school, seemed to forget all about classes at the sight of Alessio. They chatted away as Ginevra stood a few feet back, giving him the inquisition about where he had been, and what new thing they had planned to do with him this time.

  Because … that’s what they did.

  Ginevra didn’t understand how it happened, but she loved it. She couldn’t be more grateful that Corrado and Alessio spent time with her sisters when they were with her. Alessio took them out—movies, a day out, whatever they wanted. Corrado was the one who always brought something back for them, be it a sm
all item from wherever he had been, or a story to tell.

  They loved it.

  Ginevra realized, after a month, that the boys were kind of like big brothers the girls never had because they were certainly nothing like their dead half-brothers. But less annoying, and a hell of a lot more fun.

  “The new Marvel one, then?” Alessio asked.

  “Can Siena come?” Greta asked.

  Alessio chuckled. “Of course.”

  “Deal.”

  “And Corrado will come for it, too,” Alessio added.

  “Is he back, too?” Ginevra asked, the first time she had spoken at all, actually. Alessio’s gaze turned on her, and she swore that her heart stopped for a split second when he grinned, and all of his attention was only on her. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” he murmured, “and if he isn’t already, he will be. A surprise for us, I guess. All I was told is that I’m supposed to take you to a certain address he texted me this morning at a specific time.”

  “A surprise for what?”

  That wasn’t like Corrado at all. He planned everything. And everybody needed to be made aware of those plans. That way, everything would go off without a hitch. Alessio was the spontaneous one, doing things just because he wanted to, and he figured it would be fun.

  Alessio shrugged. “I can only say what I was told, babe. And don’t these two have classes?”

  Greta opened her mouth to reply with something smartass, likely, but the ringing bell across the street at the high school stopped her from saying anything at all. He gave the two a look, they sighed, and said a quick goodbye before darting across the street.

  That’s all it took.

  Just the girls to be gone.

  Alessio closed the distance between him and Ginevra in a flash. She forgot all about the cold December wind, and her frozen fingertips when he locked her in his embrace and dotted her mouth with kisses.

  Ginevra hummed against his mouth. “Missed you.”

  “Shit, me, too. Congo was good, though … quick.”

  That’s about all he or Corrado ever gave about a job for The League, and she tried not to ask for more details. It was simpler that way, and she worried less. Not that she didn’t worry at all because she still did.