Page 30 of The Prizes We Win
He’s my brother.
He’s part of my family.
And he loves the people that I love as fiercely and deeply as I do.
And that’s something very few people are lucky enough to share with another.
“Hmmm…” Joe moans softly as she wiggles against me. Smiling, I press a gentle kiss against the back of her head. Her hair smells of jasmine and vanilla. And when I let my face linger a moment longer, I smell my favorite cologne on her, too. The notes of sandalwood mix perfectly with both of their scents.
It smells perfect.
Like us.
She wiggles again. Her ass pressing perfectly against me. And despite Dante being on the other side of the bed, I can’t help but want her to do it again. Gently, I run my hand along her bare thigh. “Good morning, Love.”
“Hmmm… morning, Baby,” her sleepy voice rasps out.
Well, fuck if that didn’t just kill me.
“Baby, huh?”
Slowly, she rolls over to face me. She scrunches her face up in the cutest way imaginable. “Sorry, it just slipped out.”
“That’s what I call Luca.”
“I know. I won’t do it aga—”
“No. I liked it.” And I really fucking did. “There’s room for more than one.” I slant my mouth over hers and kiss her deeply, morning breath be damned.
Working my hand up her thigh, I let my fingers play along the seam of her cotton panties, and after a second or two, I slide my hand beneath the waistband.
She smiles against my lips. “Dante is still sleeping.”
“So we wake him up.” This may actually be a good idea. Dante hasn’t been with Joe with one of us. He’s not going to do it with Luca first, he has a hard enough time separating the fact that Luca is technically his boss.Even though he’sallof our bosses.And his feelings are clearly too mixed up with Enzo to cross that line yet. So, I guess I’ll be his test run.
Joe giggles. “Okay.”
Grabbing her by the waist, I roll her so she’s straddling me. Effectively pulling the covers off of all three of us.
Rise and shine, Big Daddy.
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Dante
Asudden chill pulls me out of my sleep, and as I’m coming to a soft moan fills my otherwise quiet room.
I don’t open my eyes yet. After all of my years as a SEAL, I truly developed a sixth sense. It sounds cheesy, but I can sense a threat even when I’m in a dead sleep. Any SEAL can. We’d be dead without it. That skill only heightened when I got out of the Navy and became a Horseman. And right now, nothing feels like a threat. In fact—
Another moan.
It’s then my brain registers the absence of Joe’s head resting on my chest.
Now, my eyes are open.
I look immediately to my left to find Joe straddling Sebastian’s waist. She’s folded over him, their chests pressed together. She’s wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts, and he’s in nothing buta pair of briefs. Her dark hair is no longer in the loose braid she went to sleep with, and as I look down at Sebastian’s hand rubbing her ass, I see the ponytail around his wrist. Even though her long strands are draped around both their faces I can tell just how deeply they’re kissing.
I can tell by the sound of her moans.
