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still bound together. And naked
as the day he was born. Fuck, the man was incredible to look at. He
had the best body I’d ever seen, no one comparing to it. The
soldier was fucking packed with muscle, but Alessandro was honed to
perfection, every muscle outlined and lickable. And his tattoos and
piercings… Fuck me, why were all the good ones straight? Well, not
all, but I wished this one wasn’t. My mind went to his brother
again, imagining being sandwiched between the two of them. I’d
shoot my load in a second.
    I smiled, remembering seeing
Dominic fuck a woman once. I’d walked into the men’s restroom a few
months back and there he was, in the corner going at it. God, he
had such a nice ass. He was bigger than me too, at least a couple
of inches and more muscular. Fuck me, I liked the Santini men. Pity
the Landi would probably kill them. Either way, if Dominic lived
through the war, I was going to hunt him down. I smiled wider,
knowing I could get a fuck out of him. I’d heard he fucked anything
and everything, whether it had a cock or a pussy.
    But now to the task at hand: waking up
sleeping handsome. I slipped my phone into my pocket and pulled out
my gun, prodding Alessandro with it. He opened his eyes, jolting at
the sight of me.
    I blew him a kiss. “Good morning, sweet
cheeks, and I mean that literally.” My eyes lowered to his
ass.
    “ Vaffanculo !” he yelled.
    “ Speaka de English.”
    “ Fuck off!”
    I laughed. “You’re so amusing.” My gaze
moved to my auntie, who was just waking. “I heard you took my
advice and had some fun with Prince Albert here. Good on ya, you’re
not as stupid as I thought.”
    “ Go away, Matteo,” she said,
her curly
black hair a mess.
    “ Nope, it’s
D-day .
Gorgeous here is going back to his people while you’re heading to
Russia with Thierry and the Padre .”
    “ Why Russia?”
    I swore, not meaning to tell her. Still, at
least I didn’t let it slip she was heading to the Black Russian.
She’d shit bricks if she knew that.
    “ What’s in Russia?” she asked,
when I didn’t reply.
    “ Russians,
stupid.”
    “ Matteo! You know what I
mean .”
    I grinned. “No, I don’t speak
stupid.”
    “ You’re a stronzo !”
    “ I don’t speak Greek
either.”
    “ Stronzo is Italian.”
    “ I know what it means:
asshole.” My
eyes moved to Alessandro. I flicked my tongue out at him. “I’d love
to lick your Italian asshole.”
    “ Stop being crude!” my auntie
yelled.
    I rolled my eyes. The woman had
no sense of humor. “At least I don’t have bitchitis , so up and at ’em. We need to
leave.”
    “ We can’t, we’re tied
together. Untie us.”
    “ From what I heard, you wanked
him with your hands tied, so I’m sure you two can get out of bed. I
expect you in the lounge in five minutes.” I threw a pair of pants at
Alessandro. “Get dressed.”
    “ How am I supposed to put them
on with my hands tied?” he asked.
    “ Oh, I was hoping you’d ask me
that.” I picked up the pants. “I’ll be happy to do it for
you.”
    He shimmied away from me, almost pushing
my auntie off the bed. “Don’t touch me!”
    “ I’ll just be putting your
pants on.”
    “ You’ll touch
me.”
    “ Have I touched you
inappropriately since I’ve had you here?”
    “ You tapped my ass with a
gun.”
    “ That doesn’t count since it wasn’t my hand.
And chill, I don’t take what isn’t freely offered. So hold your
legs out.”
    He didn’t move.
    “ For fuck’s sake, stop being a
giant pussy and let me dress you. I have a schedule I need to keep,
and if you wanna go home, move your sweet ass.”
    He exhaled loudly, “Do it,
then.”
    “ Halle-fucking-lujah.” I climbed
onto the bed and slipped the pants over his feet and up his legs,
marveling at his muscular thighs, the tattoos on them fucking hot.
They more than made up for the fact he wasn’t hairy, since tattoos
always trumped fur for me. My gaze moved to his cock. “Lift your
ass,” I