“No.” I turn my head to look at him. “Please, I’d rather forget about it. That’s what Con wants too.”
Caleb’s hand moves to my face, turning me back toward him. “Let’s talk about something else,” he suggests, his thumb caressing my cheekbone. “Like how beautiful you look right now.”
Heat floods my cheeks as I remember what we just did—both men taking turns bringing me to ecstasy with their mouths, their hands.
“Next time,” Caleb murmurs, his eyes darkening, “we should take you together. What do you think, Dom?”
My breath catches, and I feel a pulse of need between my legs. Dom makes a sound deep in his throat, his hand sliding down to my hip.
“Look at her,” Dom says to Caleb, his voice husky. “She likes that idea.”
I bite my lip, my body still sensitive from their earlier attentions. The mere thought of both of them inside me at once makes me dizzy with desire.
“I can feel her trembling,” Caleb says, his fingers trailing down my arm. “Our girl wants us both.”
37
Dom
It’s been a weekof pure bliss.
We’ve not had to share Amara with anyone, not even Milly.
Since the death of her mom, the attempted murder of her sisters Amara and Lia, Antonio Conti made the decision that Milly and his sons, Mateo, and Romeo, along with Enzo Bianchi, should lie low. It was also because we had to kill one of our own.
I never told Amara or Milly why I really sent them home. I couldn’t risk letting them know exactly who their sister Lia was. And when their father turned up at the wake with his own cross to bear, I knew somehow I could use the situation to my advantage.
And that’s my reason for not arguing with Antonio that Milly should disappear for a while.
I’m also happy to have the house and Amara to myself.
Seagulls circle overhead, their cries heard over the crash of waves against the shore beyond our property. Each crash carries the ocean breeze and the smell of salt and jasminethrough the air, mingling with the coconut scent of our suntan lotion.
Amara swims toward me, her head under the water and her body slicing through it with effortless grace.
“What time is Caleb coming?” she asks when she reaches the edge where I’m sitting with my feet dangling in the water.
“Lunchtime.” I run my fingers through her wet hair. “But first I have a present for you.”
She tilts her head, water droplets cascading down her shoulders. “Dom, you don’t need to keep buying me things.”
“You’ll like this one.” I smirk, pushing myself off the edge and diving beneath the surface. The cool water envelops me as I swim around her, surfacing inches from her face. I reach into the pocket of my swim shorts and hold up a small object between my fingers.
Her eyes widen when she recognizes a jeweled butt plug. “Not in here,” she gasps. “You’ll push water inside me.”
“Are you sore from this morning?” I trace my finger along her collarbone to her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch.
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip.
I smile as I take her in my arms, one hand supporting her back, the other under her knees. I swim to the shallow end and carry her out of the pool, water streaming down our bodies. She clings to my neck, her breath warm against my skin.
“Where are we going?” she whispers.
“Where do you think, piccola?”
I carry her through the sliding doors into the house, leaving wet footprints across the marble floor as I take her upstairs to my bedroom.
I lay her gently on the bed, turning her onto her stomach. Her bikini clings to her curves, and I slowly untie the strings, pulling the fabric away from her body.
