“Oh, I have to tell you guys about the latest wedding drama,” Val says. “You’ll never believe what the groom’s mother did.”
I don’t hear the rest because Abella texts me on our secret messaging app. Trying to be discreet, I check it and find a series of emojis.
Devil or angel?
Fire or ice?
The first one is easy enough to answer, so I send her back a devil and an angel since I’m assuming she means sweet or dirty, and it was a bit of both. Then I send her three fire emojis.
She’s smiling so hard she gives us away.
“Okay, seriously?” Val glares at us. “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Abella grumbles. “Angelo was sexting me.”
“Your husband is over there lifting weights.” Val points out. “How could he be sexting you?”
On cue, all of our gazes move that direction, and I get another glimpse of Romeo busting out a set of pushups before he stands up and chugs a bottle of water.
Abella says something, but I’m too distracted to follow the conversation because I find myself doing something crazy—like looking for visible scars that could be felt in the dark. I know Romeo has one through his eyebrow, and one below his jaw, and Eros has one on his lower back. But from my vantage point, Romeo is too far away to tell if he has a scar there, too.
“Care to share what’s so interesting over there, Gabs?” Chantel asks.
“What? Oh. Nothing.”
Romeo leaves the gym area, disappearing around the side of the house, and I turn my attention back to the girls. They’re all staring at me, but luckily, Beppe saves the day when he nudges my arm.
“Right. You probably have to pee, don’t you? I’ll be back in a few.”
I set him on the ground, trying to act casual as I lead him in the direction Romeo left. I don’t know why, but I have a burning need to see if he has a scar on his back while I have the chance. Now that the thought has entered my mind, I can’t let it go.
Beppe takes his time, sniffing everything in sight as I try to usher him forward without being too obvious. He’s already peed once, but I urge him on, and when I round the corner, I can hear a knob turning, silencing a rush of water. I’m so distracted, it doesn’t register that I’m walking right past the privacy wall for the outdoor shower. By the time I turn around and look into that alcove, it’s too late.
There he is…in all his naked glory. Romeo Vitale, dripping wet, his insanely hot body on full display.
“Oh God,” I blurt, slapping a hand over my mouth.
My eyes seem to move of their own accord…straight to the heavy cock hanging between his thighs. It’s not even erect, and it’s huge.
As I’m staring at it, my brain supplies the question.Is it familiar?
“My eyes are up here, Gabi,” he says dryly.
“What? Oh. Jesus.” I glance up at him, watching him towel off like he’s completely unbothered.
“God. Jesus. What’s next?” he muses. “Odin?”
“More like Hades,” I mutter.
Before I can get my limbs to cooperate and transport me anywhere but here, Beppe darts over and starts licking Romeo’s leg.
“Hi, runt.” Romeo wraps the towel around his waist and leans down to scratch Beppe’s ears.
“Beppe, come here. In case you’ve forgotten, he’s our mortal enemy.”
“Are we enemies?” Romeo arches a brow, his gaze darkening as it slides over my outfit. “Didn’t feel like that the other day.”
I laugh at his question, but it sounds a little maniacal.
