a self-satisfied grin.
Matteo chuckled, a low sound from deep in his chest. He reached for my shoulders and pulled me on top of him, claiming my mouth in a firm kiss. His hands glided down my back to cup my butt and squeezed. My core tightened with arousal. Before I could make up my mind, if I should allow Matteo to exert himself even more, a knock sounded. I tensed, my eyes darting toward the door, which was already opening.
Luca stood in the doorway, his gaze taking everything in without an expression. It wasn’t hard to guess what we’d done. After all, I was lying on top of a bottomless Matteo who was groping my butt.
My face flamed with embarrassment.
“You really shouldn’t barge into someone’s bedroom like that,” Matteo said in amusement. He didn’t look embarrassed at all, but after everything I knew about him that didn’t surprise me anymore.
I stayed exactly the way I was, even though Matteo wouldn’t have cared if I’d moved away and bared his cock to his brother.
“You should be resting,” Luca said dryly, gray eyes piercing me with an unreadable look. Was he angry? It was hard to tell. Recently he’d always been pissed around me. Not that his presence made me much happier.
Matteo gave my butt a firm pat, his grin turning annoyingly smug. “I feel very well rested.”
Luca shook his head. “I give up,” he said. “You two do whatever you want. I don’t even want to know what’s going on or not going on.” He turned around and closed the door behind him.
I pushed away from Matteo and slid off the bed, trying my best to straighten my wrinkled clothes, but now there were also stains on them. They were an absolute mess.
“Hey, I thought we weren’t done yet. I didn’t even get to touch your pussy.”
“And you won’t. Luca was right. You should rest. You’ve had enough excitement for the day,” I said sternly. Matteo was already growing hard again and he didn’t bother to hide it.
I huffed. “I’m going to change and clean up, and then return with something to eat for you. In the meantime, please pull your mind out of the gutter.”
Matteo winked. I stifled a smile and slipped out of the room. Aria and Luca were in the dining area, talking in hushed voices. Of course, I knew exactly what they were discussing.
Aria noticed me first and fell silent. After a couple of seconds of silent scrutiny, she smiled brightly at me. Luca didn’t share her enthusiasm though. I ignored him. “Could you give me some of your clothes? I really need to change and shower.”
Luca raised his eyebrows. “Do you need to make yourself presentable so you can leave?”
I met his gaze. “I’m not leaving. Not ever again.”
Aria was practically bouncing when she stepped up to me and linked our arms.
“We’ll see,” Luca said simply. Aria shot him a glare before she led me upstairs toward their dressing room.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s protective of Matteo,” Aria murmured. She pulled jeans and a long-sleeved shirt from her drawers and handed them to me.
Luca’s protectiveness of Aria and Matteo was one of the few things I liked about him. “I know. I haven’t given him any reason to trust me with his brother.”
Aria watched me curiously as I undressed. “So will you move back into Matteo’s apartment?”
I paused on my way to the bathroom. It wasn’t as if I had already settled somewhere else. I hadn’t even started considering where to live after I’d moved out. “Yes. I will move back in and be his wife. Probably not a good wife, but it’s not like Matteo didn’t know that when he married me.”
“Matteo doesn’t expect you to be a perfect wife. He likes you for who you are, flaws and all.”
It was the truth, even if I’d been blind to it for so long. I stepped into the shower but didn’t immediately turn the water on.
Aria sank down on the edge of the bathtub. “Are you sure you can do the same? Accept all of him, even the bad?”
There was plenty of bad in Matteo, in every Made Man really, but I’d come to realize that there was in me as well. Maybe not as much, but it was there. It was in all of us. I’d tried to become someone else, some kind of ideal I’d thought I needed to be, but that had never been me and never would. Matteo had held up a