by Bethany-Kris
THE FIRSTS
A GUZZI LEGACY
COMPANION NOVEL
BETHANY-KRIS
For fans of the Guzzi boys ... XO.
CONTENTS
THE FIRSTS
CORRADO, ALESSIO & GINEVRA: PART 1
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CHRISTOPHER & VALERIA: PART 2
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BENE & VANNA: PART 3
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BENI & AUGUST: PART 4
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32.
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34.
35.
MARCUS & CELLA: PART 5
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CORRADO, ALESSIO & GINEVRA: PART 1
1.
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 away while their kiss became a war. What had been a simple hello quickly turned into hot torture with every slide of his tongue along with hers like he was teasing and promising all at the same time.
“You’re just ... wicked,” she breathed when he pulled away just enough to dot kisses along the line of her jaw. Of course, that path of his continued down the side of her throat to where the neckline of her dress dipped low to show off a bit of cleavage. “And you know it. Don’t even say hello properly—just move right on to this.”
“This is how I say hello, kitten.”
That time, his kitten came out husky.
And hot.
Yep.
“What do I have to do to get you bent over the back of the couch, huh?” Alessio asked.
Ginevra could have played coy.
She didn’t really want to.
“Say the words,” she replied.
Alessio’s gaze lifted to meet hers, and a dark gleam zoned in on her. That look in his eyes was enough to have her thighs clenching. “Five seconds to get there with your dress hiked up and your panties down to your ankles, then, or I’ll do it for you myself.”
Ginevra flashed her teeth with her smile, challenging him since she knew this would end very well for her. “I’ll see what I can do.”
That hand of his cracked against the curve of her ass when she passed him by to head into the living room. Alessio did exactly as he promised, too, by bending her over the couch in less than five seconds after she entered the living room. Of course, he took the chance to kiss her on the way over before shoving her roughly over the back of the
plush leather.
Then, when he realized the skirt of her dress was a tight, non-stretchy fabric that he couldn’t get shoved up around her waist, he simply ripped it right down the back at the zipper to where it stopped at the curve of her lower back. Only then did he let her step out of it.
Nothing else, though.
Not even the black cotton panties with the lace trim that matched the bralette he shoved his hands up under while demanding, “Pull those panties aside and get me inside you.”
How in the midst of undressing her that he managed to partially undress himself, Ginevra didn’t know. It spoke to the distraction Alessio could be—the force he truly was when he leveled one hundred percent of himself on someone else.
Every charming, broken, sexy piece that made him ... well, him.
The first night she met Alessio, she had called him overwhelming to Corrado. That hadn’t been a lie, and honestly, not one goddamn thing had changed in that regard. Not that Ginevra wanted him to change. Like this, she thought he was always at his best.
Which was why she did exactly what he demanded of her, without question and all too happily, because of how she knew it would end. With her pleased, blissed, and over every stressful thing that had happened throughout the week.
That was what Les did for her. Corrado, too, when he was there. And fuck, when it was both of them? She didn’t stand a damn chance.
The second she had her panties shoved aside and Alessio’s cock filling her, Ginevra swore the rest of the world disappeared. All that mattered was the way he fucked her while grabbing onto her tits with one hand and shoving two fingers of his other into her mouth for her to suck and bite at that same time.
She was grateful he managed to get home when the house was empty because there was nothing quiet about them together. Not her sounds, or the brutal rhythm of his fucking. Her sisters still lived with her, although they spent an equal amount of time with her as they did Siena, and wouldn’t be home for an hour or more yet.
“Oh, my God, Alessio,” Ginevra mumbled into the palm of his hand as he pounded her through her first orgasm. “Holy shit ... yes.”
He only slowed as her tremors did.
And it was just enough for her to hear the husky clearing of a throat that had her lifting her head. There, on the side table was the laptop facing them. On the screen was Corrado with a grin that told her he very much enjoyed the scene he just got from the two of them.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
Wouldn’t be the last, either.
“Planned that, did you?” she dared to ask.
Alessio’s soft fingertips dragged down her stomach before grazing over her hips and settling on her ass. “Had to give him something.”
“Lucky me,” Corrado replied, entirely unashamed.
“Well,” Ginevra drawled, her gaze drifting to the man grinning on the screen of the laptop and then back over her shoulder to the one that was now peppering her shoulder with hot kisses, “that was nice.”
“You were right, Corrado. It was a good idea.”
Corrado chuckled at Les’s declaration. “Do you know how much easier many things would be if you just said those words a bit more often?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“What idea?” Ginevra asked.
Alessio’s hands flexed on her tender ass, and the motion had his still-hard cock twitching inside her. A shiver raced over her spine. “This.”
Ah.
She understood.
“Not as much fun for him, though, when he’s in Vegas.”
“Depends on how you look at it.” Corrado winked on the screen. “You know, seeing as how this is a recorded call that goes to my cloud, and I can refer back to it—”
“You will delete it by tomorrow morning,” she said.
God knew she didn’t need that out into the world. Like her neighbors didn’t already give the three of them a side eye when all they did was walk down the fucking street. Or her first gyno who asked far too many questions about her sex life. Maybe that one was all for the sake of the medical side of things, but still ...
Ginevra understood the curiosity. That didn’t mean she fed it, however, because their life together wasn’t meant for the public’s entertainment.
Corrado hummed under his breath. “Nothing gets deleted from the cloud.”
“Well ... it better.”
The boys’ laughter coated the room, and all over again, she wished Corrado was back home from The League because things were easier when they were all together. She wouldn’t demand it of him not when they never demanded anything more from her than she was willing to give. She was pretty sure his job was something she shouldn’t put restraints or demands on.
“Thursdays are always the worst for you,” Corrado said, his tone still thick with his lust. “You’ve had enough of everyone’s shit by then, though you won’t say it, and you know you still have one more day left to get through before it’s the weekend.”
“He’s not wrong,” Les murmured.
“Now,” Corrado added thickly, “if you could just come around to the other side of the couch and let me see how wet and pink that pussy of yours is before he fucks you again, that’d be perfect.”
Ginevra smiled.
Les nipped her shoulder, saying, “We can do that.”
No, they weren’t the norm.
She still loved it.
2.
Corrado
CORRADO loved how he had managed to get home to New York for what seemed like a blink before The League called him back with an assignment from a client that demanded he be on the team for it. He had a month back with Les and Ginevra, or just about, and then he was on a flight headed for Vegas.
Except he didn’t fucking love it at all.
“I’m starting to think I need to retire,” Corrado grumbled into the phone.
Alessio’s chuckles didn’t just reach through the speakers, but all through his lover, too. It made Corrado wish he was back across the country, so he could give Les something to really laugh about while he held the man down to a flat surface.
Even better if Ginevra joined.
Yeah.
Vegas was not where he wanted to be.
At all.
“Dare wouldn’t let that happen, and to make him happy, Cree would be the one to deliver the news because he’d have fun doing that, too,” Alessio replied.
Corrado sighed. “Probably, the bastards.”
“Could work them into the idea, though.”
“Keep talking. You always have the best plans.”
That dark chuckle of Alessio’s had Corrado’s dick perking to life under his slacks as he headed into the walk-in closet of the master bedroom in their Vegas penthouse. They had yet to bring Ginevra to the place, but that was only because there seemed to be so little time for them to do anything.
That, and she didn’t want to leave her sisters for that long. They had school, and everything else ... well, frankly all of them had to be a little creative when it came to being together.
“We’ll get back to the idea,” Les told him. “Give it time.”
“Right.”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Trying to find the right tie.”
He swore he could see Alessio shaking his head when he replied, “Would it kill you to wear a pair of jeans to work?”
“Yes, it would.”
“Even just to ... ditch the blazer one time?”
“It’s a Guzzi thing.”
“The only time you don’t wear suits is in bed and when you work out,” Alessio said. “I don’t understand it at all.”
“I intend to look like I have money because I do, Les.”
“And comfort means—”
“What is comfortable about jeans and leather? Especially in the heat of fucking Nevada.”
“Uh ... everything?”
“Right. You do hear yourself, yeah,” Corrado drawled. “We’ll get back to this
argument that goes in circles every time we have it because I don’t have time this morning. Dare has already called me three times after he woke me up. The bastard knew I came in on a red-eye, and yet he still wanted me there at eight this morning. I don’t even roll out of bed before—”
“Nine, closer to ten if you can help it. Yeah, we all know. He must be fine with risking your mood at getting you there early, then.”
“Listen, my moods are—”
“Pretty fucking hot when you’re fucking yourself out of it with one of us. Not so great when you’re alone and everyone knows it, man.”
Corrado sighed.
Les had a point.
“So, again, Dare must be willing to risk it. How many hours of sleep did you get?”
“Arrived at the penthouse around five.”
“Ouch.”
“Fuck it,” Corrado muttered. “Is what it is.”
“What’s the job?”
“The return of ... something. A painting? Maybe it’s a sculpture. Dare might have said, but Cree was in the background bitching like he does, and you know how I tune them out.”
“We all do,” Les said dryly.
“Anyway, it’s a lot of money and he knows she’s moving it in the coming weeks. Buddy’s wife took it in the divorce when it wasn’t hers to take. Renzo is going in with an explosive device he’s been working on. Minimum damage, maximum impact.”
“And you all have to move fast.”
“Yeah, so—”
“Shit,” Alessio grunted on the other end of the call. “I gotta run to Siena’s and grab the girls for Ginevra. I wasn’t watching the time.”
“Does that mean Ginevra’s still in bed?”
A quiet laugh answered his question.
“I wish,” Les muttered.
“What does that mean?”
After Corrado had managed to make it home and was there for a couple of weeks, Ginevra ended up with a fucking ear infection. He blamed it on New York weather and the stress she had to deal with between handling her sisters, decorating a huge home, going to school, and them. Nonetheless, that infection then went down to her throat. It took Corrado three days of bitching before she finally agreed to go to the hospital.
Lucky for her because Alessio was an hour away from calling a doctor to come to them. Antibiotics and bed rest got her back on her feet, but they both thought she needed more time to relax before she got back to it all.
