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“Round two.”

“What?” I gasped.

Before I could react, I was in his arms as he carried me to his bed.

This was not my bed.

Those were not Cruz’s arms. Or Derek’s.

I opened my eyes wider and recognized Javier’s room.

But the arms currently wrapped around my stomach, holding me against a naked chest did not belong to that man either.

“Marco?”

Did he know who he was touching?

“Hmmm,” he hummed into my hair before inhaling deeply.

“Isn’t this a little weird?”

“What?”

Okay, his sleepy, growly voice was too much. I wanted to roll over and take advantage of him, but I was still so confused.

“I was with Javi a few hours ago.”

“So?” He buried his nose into my neck.

Who was this man, and where had the gruff ice man gone? Because I wanted that guy to stay away forever.

“You don’t feel weird about that?”

“No.”

That was it? I needed a bit more than a one-word answer to comprehend what was happening. I tried to roll over to face him, but his arms tightened around me. He groaned.

“No moving yet. Just stay.” His lips danced over my bare shoulder as he spoke.

“Marco, this––”

“Don’t.”

I scoffed at his command.

“Don’t overthink it,” he finished after a yawn.

Oh.

“I’m used to sharing.”

With that mind blowing declaration, he kissed my neck and got up.

Just like that.

The guys mentioned they’d all been with the same woman before, but for some reason, that didn’t include Marco in my mind. More than the others, he didn’t seem the type capable of sharing. Of not murdering one of his brothers if they touched what was his.

I was wrong.