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I laugh. “I’m just saying, I don’t want you to get along with Cain and Oliver purely for my benefit.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, taking my words under consideration. “Okay.”
After another few minutes spent in one another’s arms, we pull apart. I move to get up, but a large palm to my lower abdomen pins me to the bed and Dante slides down until his shoulders are wedged between my thighs.
His fingers scoop up our joint release before pushing it back inside my pussy. “Don’t shower.” There’s a possessive growl in his voice that sends a shiver coursing through me. “And no panties. I want the others to smell me on you. To see my cum coating your thighs and know whose it is.”
Holy Mary.I know I want them all to get along, but there is something so fucking hot about the way each of them claims me, ensuring the others know who I belong to. While I want peace between them, I am all here for a game of tug-of-war in the bedroom.
Only when I’ve given him an acquiescent nod does he offer me a helping hand off the bed.
“The contact you’re going to reach out to… how much do you trust him?”
Dante pulls my discarded t-shirt over my head before fetching his own sweats and t-shirt from where I dropped them on the floor.
“There’re a few men who I think would remain loyal to me, except the guy I’m thinking of is someone I’ve worked with for years. I’ve been the one managing him, and my father has had no reason to interact with him. He’s a decent enough man, keeps his head down and gets the job done. Out of everyone, he’s most likely to pick our side in an uprising. He’s our best shot.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. It’s not the confident reassurance I was hoping for, but if it’s our best shot, then I can’t exactly argue with that.
When we’re both ready, he turns to face me. “Guess my alone time is up.”
I reach out a hand, brushing my fingers down his arm before linking mine with his. “Once we’ve gotten rid of your father, there will be plenty of time forus.”
“Very true.” His fingers trail along my jaw, drawing my gaze to his. “A whole lifetime.”
Chapter 17
I pause inside the living room, staring slack-jawed at the rearranged furniture. The sofa cushions have been removed and placed on the floor, creating one large, cushioned area big enough for all of us to get comfy on.
“Wow!”
“We used to do this on rainy days when we were kids,” Cain says from where he’s already lounging in the middle of the setup. “Remember that, O?”
“I remember you taking up most of the cushions and leaving the rest of us to fight over the remaining space.”
Mischief gleams in Cain’s eyes. “You weren’t complaining at the time.”
“Luc and I used to do something similar once we got our apartment. We’d have sofa days where we’d stay in our pajamas all day and cuddle up under the blankets. We’d watch whatever was on the TV and eat junk food.” A fond smile graces my lips. “They’re some of my happiest memories.”
Enzo moves to stand beside me and drapes his arm over my shoulder. Smiling down at me, he says sincerely, “Here’s to making new ones.”
I return his smile before Oliver grabs me around the waist, dislodging Enzo’s arm as he lifts me off the ground. I squeal before bursting into laughter as he drops onto the cushions, bringing me down with him.
Enzo claims the space beside him, and Oliver maneuvers me so I’m sitting between them, my legs stretched out in front of me.
Lifting my head, I glance up at Dante, watching as he takes in the room with curious eyes. Catching me watching him, his gaze latches onto mine. The openness he had in the bedroom is still there, helping me to realize that he hasn’t closed himself off like he usually does. Smiling encouragingly, I reach my hand out toward him, and without any hesitation, he moves to lie between my legs and uses my thigh as a pillow.
It seems Cain is in charge of the remote, as he begins flicking through various TV shows and movies while Oliver and Enzo bicker over what to watch first. I listen to them argue while leaning against the sofa and threading my fingers through Dante’s hair, and with every stroke, I feel him relaxing more and more, and a sense of calm washes over me. This right here is what I envisioned for the five of us. A month ago—hell, even a week ago—it felt impossible to achieve. I was terrified it was a wish that would never come to pass, but somehow I did it. Somehow, these four very different—yet similar—men are getting along. Perhaps they’re all only doing it for me right now, but with time, I’m hoping they’ll come to view each other as friends, as family. Brothers of sorts.
“What are you smiling at?” Dante asks, his voice low.
Glancing down, I find him staring up at me, watching me that way he does.
“In this moment, I’m happy.”
“You should be happy all of the moments of the day.”
“When Giovanni is no longer threatening the people I love, then I will be.”