“You gonna help me with that?”
“I’m gonna give you so much practice, babe,” Axel says. “Though first let’s fuck. I need to spray you with my DNA. Painting time.”
And then he rearranges me so I’m kneeling on the bed. His thumbs dig into my glutes, kneading slow circles, and I melt into the mattress.
“You are mesmerizing, Enz.”
I wriggle my ass shamelessly.
He laughs. “You trying to make me blast off early?
Axel has already made me pretty open from his earlier attention, but he fingers me some more. When he finally pushes into me, slow and steady, the stretch burns in the best way.
My body relaxes when it feels him all around me, inside me. His chest is pressed to my back, his breath is hot against my ear, and his hands are braced on the mattress beside mine.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers.
Then he thrusts inside me, moving in and out, each thrust dragging against that spot inside me. I grip the sheets and try to remember how to breathe.
He groans against my shoulder, low and rough, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
Axel and I have never done this before, but our bodies know what to do.
Sweat slicks between us, his chest sliding against my back, the room thick with heat and the sound of skin on skin.
His hand slides around to my chest, fingers rolling one nipple, then pinching, just enough sting to make me gasp, before he moves to the next one.
His mouth finds the nape of my neck, open-mouthed kisses, then teeth. He sucks hard enough to leave a mark, and I shudder and clench around him.
The pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with every thrust. When I come, it tears through me—untouched, just from him inside me—and I hear him groan, feel him pulse, his arms locked around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
He slips out of me, and I feel the loss immediately. He turns me toward him, so our foreheads are pressed together, and I wrap my legs around his.
“I love you, Enzo Bellanti.”
“I love you, Axel Knight.”
He grins. “I know.”
I laugh, and it comes out watery, half sob, half joy. “Shut up.”
“Never.”
The room is quiet except for our breathing, slowly evening out. And then we’re kissing all over again, and we definitely, definitely will need to change the sheets.
We shower, the water turning our skin pink, his hands gentle as he washes me. Wekiss some more, unable to stop touching, then we go to pick up Luca.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Axel
The envelope arrives on a Tuesday. I tear it open, scan the first paragraph, and grin.
“What’s that?” Enzo asks from the doorway.
“Got it.” I wave the papers at Enzo.
