Page 100 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Enzo covers his chest with one hand and his junk with the other. “I am not a piece of meat,” he balks.

“It’s not our fault you look like a Greek god,” Luca retorts.

“Jax is making us some food. Come help me move these beds together in the loft?”

I gasp. “Does my dream of being deliciously squished by all three of you while we sleep actually get to come true?”

Enzo gives me one of those rare smiles I try to memorize every time. But this one lingers. He saunters over, placing a hand at the small of my back.

“Every night, angel,” he promises, pinching my chin gently between two fingers and leaning in to kiss me. “Now that we have you, we’re never letting you go.”

Enzo and Luca slide two giant king-size beds together, securing them with zip ties to hold them in place. Meanwhile, I help Jax in the kitchen which consists of me snacking on mozzarella cheese while he slaps my butt each time he walks by.

There’s a pizza oven here, and apparently, when money is no object and you order food for a one-night visit, all the kitchens get stocked with provisions. Jax works the pre-madepizza dough with practiced ease. In no time, the smell of melted cheese and garlicky sauce wafts through the lodge.

I take a swig of beer as Jax feeds me a bite of pizza.

Of course, a mouth-gasm activates instantly. It’s so fucking good, and Jax knows it. His dimples are on full display as he watches me savor the food he cooked.

“Is it weird I want you to fuck me with this pizza?” I ask, tearing off a piece to feed him.

His eyes widen in surprise, mid-bite, just as Luca and Enzo join us.

Enzo pulls me into his lap at the table, his hands resting on my hips as I rub his shoulders.

“Are you sore?” he asks tenderly, his hands working magic on my thighs.

“A little,” I admit, kissing him softly. “But it feels good. Like I’ve survived a gunfight and been well and properly fucked.”

“Damn right,” he says with a satisfied grin. “We’ll keep you that way.”

“So, Squirt,” Jax teases, and I gasp audibly, my cheeks instantly heating.

“How.Dare. You.” My face must look like a cherry tomato as I bury it in the crook of Enzo’s neck. “It’s so embarrassing.”

“Hey, none of that,” Luca says, grabbing my chin gently and turning me to face him. Jax and Enzo wear matching smug smiles, and Luca is trying—and failing—to hold his back. “You’ve really never squirted before? We were your first?”

I nod, still mortified.

“Oh, Lenny,” he says, rubbing his thumb across my lip. “You shouldn’t have told me that. We’re going to make you flood our bed every time we fuck you now.”

Jesus.

“God, that’s fucking sexy,” Enzo growls as Luca leans down to kiss me fast before abandoning me for his true love: the fresh pizza Jax is setting on the table.

“Peach, I’m telling you this right now,” Jax says seriously, though the sucker stick hanging from his mouth kills the effect. “If you don’t drown me the next time you sit on my face, I’m not going to talk to you for like… an hour.”

“Ooh, don’t threaten me with a good time.” I wink at him.

Jax narrows his eyes at me playfully before sitting next to Luca, who shares a fresh slice of pizza with me. Luca uses his thumb to wipe some sauce from the corner of my mouth, then sucks it off.

“You sure you’re okay, Lenny?” he asks, his voice softer now. “It was a heavy day… and an even heavier night.”

I take a moment to think about it.

Luca and I working things out didn’t feel heavy—it felt freeing. I felt lighter. Even after he told me about his mother, about how he killed her and everything else, it was a lot, but not heavy.

I take his hand, playing with his long fingers that I love so much.

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