Page 34 of Single Mom’s Mafia Daddies (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection #22)

LILA

I tried to appear nonchalant as I walked out of Alessio’s room. I’d brushed my hair and smoothed it down, but my clothes were rumpled from lying on the floor and there was nothing I could do about the blissed-out look on my face.

Matteo wiggled his eyebrows when I emerged. “Good talk?”

“Um. Yeah.” Heat scorched my cheeks. I had no reason to feel guilty, except that I should not have let Alessio distract me from a conversation we needed to have. We’d made progress, but the stubborn bastard still wanted to go kill himself on his mission.

Matteo set a basket of bread in the center of the table. “Dig in while it’s warm.”

Leo stuffed spaghetti into his mouth and snatched up a slice of bread. “It’s good.”

His full cheeks puffed out when he bit into the bread and tore off a chunk.

“Easy, kiddo.” Matteo ruffled his hair. “There’s plenty and you don’t have to risk choking yourself.” He moved around the table and stopped by my side, leaning over to whisper, “There are better things to choke on, am I right?”

“Shut up.” I elbowed him playfully and sat beside Leo. My stomach grumbled, encouraging me to load up my plate and dig into the fragrant meal.

Leo finished chewing. “How long are we gonna stay down here?”

His question brought the battle back to the forefront of my thoughts. I’d shoved it aside to focus on keeping calm. The wall I’d held up for hours started to crack, and a shudder trembled through my fingers and ran up my arms.

“That depends on whether we find the treasure.” Matteo tore his bread in half and waved it toward Leo. “Alessio swears he didn’t bury any down here, but I think he did.”

“Really?” Leo’s eyes rounded. “Can we look for it tomorrow?”

“Sure. We’ll come back tomorrow.” Alessio joined us at the table. He’d left his slacks and dress shirt on the floor and dressed in a pair of jeans and a snug t-shirt that brought out his eyes. “I’m heading upstairs after dinner. Want to join me?” he asked Leo, but his eyes were on me.

“Can we explore the whole house? I want to see that big room on the third floor. The one with all the glass windows.” Leo shoveled food in, using big bites to clean his plate faster.

“The solarium.” Alessio shifted his gaze to Leo. “Good choice.”

“Everyone needs a little time to relax.” Matteo’s arm drifted over the back of my chair. “Renzo and I are headed to the library. Want to come with us?”

The invitation was nearly impossible to resist. I arched a brow at Alessio. “Do you mind?”

“I’ll keep an eye on Leo. He can help me pick out plants for next year’s growing season.” He hunkered down close to Leo. “I need your opinion on colors. I’m partial to red roses, but I’ve been told they’re outdated.”

“There are these really pretty purple ones at school. Mama says they’re her favorite.” Leo finished his last bite, scrambling from the chair and tugging on Alessio’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you. I drew a picture of them.”

We finished our meal while Leo and Alessio headed upstairs. Matteo cleaned up the dishes, and Renzo pilfered through the pantry. He came back out holding a bottle of wine and three glasses.

“Can’t go to the library without wine.” His voice was steady as usual, but his eyes were warm.

He led the way up the stairs, down the narrow corridor, and into the biggest room I’d ever seen.

Row after row of books stretched in front of me.

A silent fireplace dominated a large space to my left, and an open area with several leather chairs pulled into a circle drew me to the right.

I chose the seat closest to the bookshelves and sank into the rich leather.

A small table sat in the center of the chairs, and Renzo placed the wine and glasses on the glossy wooden surface after taking the chair on my right.

Matteo took the left and kicked back with his feet on the table. “This is what I’m talking about.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in the subtle smell of binding glue and paper. “What’s the deal with Alessio and the Verduccis?”

Movement from Matteo at my left side pulled my eyes open in curiosity. Moonlight spilled through two bay windows on the other side of the room and coated the shelves in ethereal light.

Matteo poured himself a glass of wine. “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Thought we came here to relax,” Renzo grunted. The deep growl of his voice lingered in my bones, making my knees weak.

Matteo wagged his finger back and forth, admonishing Renzo. “We’re all family here. We can discuss and relax. Drink some wine and spill your secrets.” He drank deep, almost draining the glass. “Whiskey might work better.”

“Can’t risk getting drunk.” Renzo poured two glasses and handed me one. “Go ahead, Matteo. I can tell you’re dying to divulge your family history.”

“My family are assholes.” He snorted and topped off his glass. “I left when I was thirteen. Became an emancipated minor and joined Alessio. I never looked back.”

“Why are they assholes?” I couldn’t resist the complexities that made up their personalities. Matteo turned everything into a joke and laughed with a false sense of joy that tempered his true feelings. I’d taken enough psychology classes to understand it was a way of masking his pain.

“Because they think loyalty is overrated.” Renzo joined in the conversation and toasted Matteo with his wine glass. “If more men were like you, we’d fight fewer wars.”

“If more men were like me, we’d be too busy fucking to fight.” Matteo winked at me. “It’s much more preferable.”

I sipped my wine without even tasting it. My thoughts were too focused on the information pouring from Matteo and Renzo to worry about things like taste. They talked about families as if they were worth going to war for—or they were forced to fight for.

“What about you?” I asked Renzo. They never talked about themselves or their pasts, so this unique moment of vulnerability spurred me to keep it going.

Renzo sat forward and placed his glass on the table. “I’m everything most people think of when you mention soldiers. I fought for my unit. I lost them. And I pay the price every night when I try to sleep.”

“None of that shit was your fault.” Matteo slapped Renzo’s knee hard enough to knock his leg straight out beneath the table. “Just like my family isn’t my fault, or my responsibility.”

“Easy to say.” Renzo tapped his temple. “Not easy to remember when you’re neck deep in a nightmare.”

“I know one sure way to forget.” Matteo scooted from the seat onto the table and pulled me to the edge of my chair. “What do you say, Lila? Want to help us forget for a little while?”

“Are you asking if you can use my body?” I tapped a finger to my lips and hummed in the back of my throat. I wanted more information, but they were too tempting. “I could be persuaded.”

“We’re not using sex as a means to forget.” Matteo ran his hands up and down my calves then to the backs of my knees.

“That’s what you said,” Renzo reminded him.

“Fuck what I said.” Matteo grimaced and twisted around to glare at Renzo. “I’m so used to making light of everything that I said it without thinking.” He faced me again. “You’re not a means to an end, Lila. What we have is special. I won’t degrade it or abuse it.”

“I know.” I understood what he’d been trying to say, and I appreciated the gesture. “I asked you to help me forget. Both of you. I’m not ashamed of what we are together or how you make me feel.”

I welcomed their touches, their kisses. I’d give myself to them over and over again if it meant helping them remember the good that life had to offer while we still lived.

“There are no debts between us.” I ran my hands through Matteo’s hair and motioned for Renzo to join us.

He stood and took a lumbering step, then picked me up and sat me in his lap while he dropped into my chair. The thick length of his cock rested against my ass, and I wiggled back and forth while helping Matteo remove his shirt.

“This is a no clothes moment, Renzo.” I leaned back into his chest and looped my arms behind his neck.

His laugh rattled through me. “Kind of hard to take them off when you’re sitting on my dick.”

“I do love it when you talk dirty.” I swung off his lap and peeled my shirt and shorts off.

Had it only been a few hours ago when Alessio tossed my clothes aside?

I had it bad for these three men. Nothing could stop me from stripping naked and falling to my knees between them.

Matteo had thrown his clothes off in a matter of seconds and sat bare assed on the table.

I straddled Renzo’s lap and bent at the waist, taking Matteo’s cock into my mouth.

Renzo took advantage of the position—as I’d known he would—and rubbed a hand between my legs.

God, the things these two men made me feel. Matteo groaned above me, losing himself as I took him deeper, my own moans slipping around his cock.

My hunger for them drove me into a frenzy of desperation, and I needed more than just foreplay. I gripped Renzo’s cock and guided him toward my ass, finally raising my head from Matteo.

“Both of you.”

Lust darkened both of their expressions, heightening my own need.

The lube was cold as Renzo applied it to my ass, his finger teasing as I nearly crawled out of my skin.

Soon my body trembled from the sensation of Renzo claiming my ass, stretching me and filling me until I was nearly begging.

I leaned into his chest again, returning my arms to his neck. “At the same time.”

Matteo shot a look at Renzo, who nodded against the side of my head. “Give her what she wants.”

Growling, Renzo fondled my breasts and shifted his legs so mine rested outside his. I moaned as the cool air hit me, and he spread me wider, holding me open for Matteo. When he rocked the chair back onto two legs, his angle inside me nearly made me weep.

I couldn’t fathom the strength it took for him to hold the position, and I stopped thinking entirely when Matteo’s cock plunged into my pussy.

“Fuck that feels good.” My entire body burst into flaming heat when they moved.

Renzo bucked upward as Matteo retreated, then they moved together.

The constant change drove me right to the fucking edge and held me there.

Sparks flew along my skin, the sizzle of pleasure crawling across my scalp.

I had no words, only sighs and groans of pleasure.

Renzo moved his hands down to my hips and helped me move over them, matching their thrusts with a bone-shaking rush of agonizing pleasure. My head threatened to explode from the sheer ecstasy that burst through me. Every thrust pushed me higher. I’d never gone so high so fast.

Matteo tipped my face up with a finger under my chin. He held my gaze and drove his cock deep. “You’re unforgettable, Lila. And I plan on proving that to you every chance I get.”

“Me too.” Renzo thrust hard and fast. “You are the reason I’m still breathing.”

Matteo kissed me as I came, his own orgasm pumping inside me in waves. Renzo came next, his shuddering quakes and tight grip sending me spiraling straight into a second orgasm.

How was I ever going to have normal sex again now that I’d experienced this?