48. Josephine
Josephine
Ican't hide the smirk that crawls across my face as I stare at the four of them on the other side of my room.
“Something funny, Sweetheart?”
“Nope,” I reply with a pop of the “p”. “Remember the first time I saw you guys dressed like that that night in my office?” I ask as I wiggle my finger up and down each of them.
“I remember that night vividly,” Dante answers.
“And I made fun of you for acting like G.I. Joe characters?” Sebastian smiles and huffs a laugh. “I’m not gonna lie… this is working for me.”
Luca narrows his eyes and takes a small step forward. “Is it because we don’t have shirts on this time?”
“Might be tipping the scales a little.” Playing coy, I ask, “Any particular reason the four of you are in my room and not in yours?”
“We just”—Luca starts to close the distance between the two of us—“wanted to make sure you were good.”
“I’m good,” I tell him softly.
Once he’s close enough, he reaches out and strokes the side of my face, and for a moment, I find myself getting lost in his eyes.
The same dark brown eyes that pulled me in the very first morning I met him. The morning everything changed.
The morning the four of these men became my very reason for existing, I just didn’t know it yet.
And now, the life I fought so hard for, the life I built for myself out of nothing, is long gone.
But in its place is a life with them. One full of more love than I could ever know what to do with.
One where I feel safe and secure every moment of every day.
One filled with smiles so wide that one of these days I genuinely worry my face will get stuck like that.
One with a career that I’m thriving in—as soon as my place of work is no longer a murder scene.
One with new friends and family. And even though this new life is one that most people will not understand, I can confidently say that I don’t give a fuck.
Because you could never make me believe that something that feels this good, that makes me feel this whole, that feels this right, could ever be wrong.
So, I will love them with every fiber of my being. Just as I know they will love me and each other.
I just might give my brother a fucking stroke in the process.
Ew, Joe. Don’t think about Jasper right now.
Luca leans down, brushing his lips against my neck. “Want to feel better than just good?”
His lips kiss along the sensitive skin just the way I like. Closing my eyes, I take my bottom lip between my teeth as the simple touch awakens every nerve in my body. And when I open my eyes, I look at Dante, Sebastian, and Enzo over Luca’s shoulder. “What did you have in mind?”
“We just want to try something,” Luca mumbles against my neck.
My mind instantly flashes back to the night Luca first kissed me, when he uttered those same words. Only this time, I don’t have to think twice before I reply with the same thing I said to him that night. “Okay.”
I feel Luca’s smile against my neck and watch as Enz, Seb, and Dante all inhale a deep breath. Each of their hungry stares turning practically ravenous. Heat pools in my belly, knowing I’m the object of all their desires.
Sebastian walks across the room and comes to stand behind me. Once he does, he hooks his index finger under Luca’s chin, pulling him from my neck. Seb kisses him softly before continuing where Luca left off, and Luca drops to his knees in front of me.
Seb reaches around my waist and grabs the hem of my silk tank, raising it slightly.
Luca’s mouth immediately finds the bare skin of my stomach.
He drags his tongue across my navel as he grabs one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder.
Then, his tongue finds the inside of my thigh, and I let out a soft moan.
“You want more?” Sebastian murmurs against my neck.
“Yes.”
Dante appears at my left. “Hey, Mama.” Before I can respond, he’s holding my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. I instantly feel like I could melt.
As his tongue searches my mouth, he slowly moves one hand from my face, down my chest, and past my bare stomach.
Once his large hand reaches the waistband of my silk shorts, it doesn’t stop until his fingers touch the wetness between my thighs.
Gently, he begins rubbing his fingers through my folds.
I whimper into Dante’s mouth.
“More?” Sebastian asks again.
I tear my mouth from Dante’s and look across the room at Enzo. He’s standing there, his hands fisted at his sides, tattooed chest rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes are locked on me.
I don’t let myself stop and think if he’s well enough to handle this because even if I protested, I know there’s not a force on Earth strong enough to stop him.
Because there’s not one strong enough to stop me from saying, “Yes.”
A slow grin spreads across his face, and in a matter of seconds, he’s at my other side.
Sebastian lifts his head, allowing Enzo to kiss me, too.
But after a moment, Enzo pulls his lips from mine and crashes his mouth against Sebastian’s.
Reaching down, Enz fists Luca’s hair as Luca continues to tease the inside of my thigh.
Sebastian’s hand wanders up my tank top, his fingers finding my hard nipples.
He begins to pinch and pull at the sensitive bud before moving to the other side of my neck, allowing me to get lost in Enzo’s kiss.
And there I stand, in the middle of my new room, in the apartment of four of the wealthiest and most dangerous men in New York City, drowning in their touches. Their kisses.
Luca’s on my thigh.
Dante’s between my legs.
Sebastian’s on my breasts.
And Enzo’s on my lips.
I’m drowning in them.
And for the first time in my life. I don’t want to come up for air.