The Firsts, a Guzzi Legacy Companion (The Guzzi Legacy #7) - Bethany-Kris

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Ginevra

THE only good thing about Thursdays? Her classes at college ended early enough that when Ginevra returned home, she usually had a couple of hours alone. A feat, considering between her two sisters, Corrado, and Alessio, someone was always there. Or coming and going. Or even better, inviting people over which meant a revolving line of guests.

Usually, Ginevra didn’t mind that. Except when she had a week like this one where she was simply ready for the weekend and didn’t want to people.

It didn’t help that she’d been without both her boys for a couple of weeks because they had business to handle in Vegas with The League. The more time she spent away from one or both of them, the worse her mood became.

Considering how kind Ginevra was any other time, that really said something because she was ready to bite off anyone’s head who stepped in her way. Especially when all she wanted to do at the moment was go straight upstairs, sink into a hot bath, and call Corrado and Les.

“Why the scowl, kitten?”

Ginevra’s head snapped up in the entry hallway of their double-wide brownstone at the voice she hadn’t been expecting to hear. After all, both men were in Vegas and should still be there for at least another week or more.

And yet, there stood Les.

Alessio grinned her way from the end of the entry where he leaned against the doorway leading into the living room. He looked like her wettest dream standing there in a leather jacket—complete with all the buckles and spikes he loved—and black jeans that molded to those muscular thighs of his. The plain white T-shirt he’d thrown on was just tight enough to the bands of muscles that made up the hardness of his chest that she let out a quick exhale.

These men.

This one.

Corrado.

Both of them.

They drove her crazy.

Constantly.

“When did you get home?” she asked.

Alessio shrugged one shoulder. “Today. Wanted to surprise you. I got out of work a little early.”

“Corrado didn’t want you to stay in Vegas?”

“Why, so you can be lonely here?

“Bet he’s lonely there, now.”

“He’s a big boy,” Alessio replied, that grin of his turning sinful in a blink. “And he’ll be home soon.”

“Yeah?”

Les nodded. “Yeah, babe.”

Good.

They were good like this. But everything was better when they were all together.

“So, how much longer are you going to stand all the way down there looking at me when we both know you would much rather be down here with me?” Alessio asked, tipping his head to the side like he was encouraging her to move and fast. “Because it’s been a month since I’ve had my hands on you, and I’m not okay with that.”

Ginevra gulped down a breath. “Oh?”

“Not at all.”

She didn’t need him to tell her again. Those high-heeled boots of hers smacked against the wall when they came off. Her coat hit the floor right along with her purse instead of hanging from her designated hook like they should be—better things were waiting at the end of the hall, anyway.

Alessio’s arms were already open and waiting to hide her away from the rest of the world the second she reached his spot. Leather, smoke, and just a hint of the spicy, crisp cologne Corrado wore soaked into her lungs when she breathed him in. No doubt, before he left Vegas, Alessio had seen Corrado and that was how he lingered behind, too.

For a moment, she could pretend they were both home.

Les’s mouth pressed to the top of her head with a soft kiss while his arms stayed tight like steel bars around her. He didn’t push; he simply waited for her to take what she wanted. Something else the three of them seemed to find worked best for all of them.

Tipping her head back, Ginevra pushed up to her tiptoes and closed the distance remaining between them, so she could have that mouth of his on hers. His tongue tasted like the cherry soda he always grabbed from the store down the street from their brownstone, but with just a hint of whiskey.

A drink he hated. Corrado’s favorite. Yet, it was the only drink he’d have when Corrado wasn’t home. Ginevra didn’t pretend to understand all the nuances of her boys and the side of their relationship that was just the two of them, but then again ... she didn’t have to. Besides, they were teaching her.

One thing at a time.

Alessio’s kiss took her away from the world all over again. She swore even the brownstone drifted