Say I Do (Vitale Brothers, #3)

by Brea Alepoú

“What the hell are you wearing?” I asked.

Harlow twisted back and forth. “You don’t like it?” He leaned toward me as he pushed his chest out. “I thought this would be right u...

“I don’t give a damn if you grew tits and a pussy right now. I still wouldn’t be interested in you.” I brushed past him. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, you’re so straight,” he panted. “I could tell by the way you kissed me,” he said as he winked.

“Nice to meet you.” Tex smiled before Enzo cleared his throat. He rolled his eyes. “Ignore my boyfriend. He’s crazy.”

Ash just waved. Giancarlo tugged him closer, and I wanted to smack both of them. They were less men than rapid, possessive hellhounds at this point. I flagged the waiter and ordered for both of us. Wine for Harlow, red, since that seemed to shut him up. Scotch for me since I would be damned if I stayed stone-cold sober tonight.

Not to mention toxic as fuck.” I raised a brow. “Look at yourself in the mirror and then try to say that again with a straight face.” “Wait.” Harlow held up a hand. “You two don’t have the same mother?”

“Although I have to wonder how I’m the only one who ended up with the straight brother considering you two have men on your arms.”

Gin choked on a laugh as Ash elbowed him hard. “Straight? Benito isn’t straight. He had a boyfriend. Why do you think that?” Harlow turned to stare at me. “You had a boyfriend?”

“No,” I growled. “Leave it alone. And I am straight,” I snapped at Gin as I changed the subject. “That was a one-time thing.”

“My husband at home and not cheating on me in public.”

“Kiss me.”

Benito growled. “Have you lost your mind?”

I smirked at him. “You want to call my...

“You’re testing my patience, Harlow,” Benito growled out.

“That should be my line.” I leaned closer, making it easier for him. “Be a good boy and kiss your husband.”

“I don’t share what’s mine,” I whispered against Benito’s throat as I slammed the glass through his hand. The

heat of his blood soaked into my pants, making me shiver in pleasure.

“You crazy son of a bitch,” Benito bit out.

“Yeah, what does that say about you? That you married someone like me?”

“You’re going to pay for that,” I said flatly.

“For what, husband? All I did was remind you that you’re a taken man. You wouldn’t want anyone to take pictures of you with some random sluts, would you? That would be bad for your image, and your daddy might not like—”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I whispered against his ear. “I’ve played nice, put on that stupid fucking mask since the day you first tested my patience. What? You want to see the real me, Harlow? Is that what you want?”

“Slut,” I hissed. “Is that what you want? You’ve been after my cock since day one, right?”

“That was before you kissed me like that,” I said as I closed the space between us. “Before you stabbed me and moaned for me. Now, I’m going to teach you exactly what you are to me.”

“Put me down.” “No, you’re my husband, right? Do your husbandly duty and take my cock.” “Don’t you fucking touch— ah!” Harlow’s head tilted back as I pressed against his hole. It opened eagerly around the tip of my finger, and I shook my head at him. I wasn’t even inside, and he looked like he was ready to grind and ride my cock. “I’ll touch whatever the fuck I want,” I growled. “You’re mine. Isn’t that what you said?” Harlow panted as he shook his head. “I said you were mine.” “That’s the exact same thing,” I said. “If I belong to you, then you belong to me.” “Benito.” “Fuck, you don’t ever say my name like that,” I groaned as I rolled my hips against him. “Say it again.” “Fuck you.” I laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you say it again. I’ll make you fucking moan and scream it.”

Harlow tried to pull away, and I slammed him against the wall once more. “The next time you send some other man out to buy you panties, I’ll set them on fire. You’ll be lucky if you don’t follow.” A groan slipped his lips before he wet them. “It’s so hot when you threaten to kill me.”

His dark hair was a mess as he slept. One hand was buried under his pillow, no doubt wrapped around his gun.

I licked my lips as my gaze traveled down the plane of his body. Tattoos decorated his flesh in an artful form. I couldn’t pick out one over the other to focus on. I’d need an entire week, maybe a month, to map out every single one of them. I’d seen Benito naked plenty of times. But after feeling the amount of power he held in his compact muscles, I saw his naked body in a whole new light.

Benito blinked at me a few times. His confused face was almost adorable. He always looked so sure of himself and everything around him. It was nice to know he was human, after all.

“It’s morning. It’s natural to wake up hard sometimes.” This fucking douchebag. Fine, he wants to play.

“You’re even crazier than I thought if you think that’s true.”

Fuck, he was stubborn, but if he wasn’t, would I even have fun? I doubted it. I picked up speed, stroking us off faster. Benito’s abdomen flexed as a bead of precum formed at the tip of his cock. I collected it and tightened my hold around our cocks.

Benito tightened his hold around my waist. “Sorry, my fiancé gets pretty jealous when I touch women.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “You know what they say, keep your partner happy, and life will be dandy.”

“Harlow, that wasn’t nice. Apologize to the reporter.” Benito pressed his mouth against my ear. “Say you’re sorry, or I will tear your ass up and not let you cum once.”

“What’s yours is mine.” I smiled at my husband. “Most of the ones supporting LGBTQ life in New York.”

“I’m straight.” “Repeat that tonight while you’re filling my ass with your cum.”

“I assumed this was an act that we had to tolerate, but it’s starting to seem like you want this marriage.”

“Take your hand off me before I stab you.” “Always with the stabbing.”

“Your mother will be the death of me.”

“Who has dainty hands, asshole?” Harlow demanded as he stepped on my side and ground his foot against it. “Fucking dickhead. Do you have any idea how many times I went out there to look for you? Nowhere to be found!”

Harlow huffed. “Idiot,” he snapped. “Go away, Tony. I need to kill my husband.”

Tony turned to me. “Do you need anything else, boss?” He held out a hand. “Let me help you up.” My husband growled at him. “Touch him and die, Tony. I swear to everything I’ll saw that hand right off your wrist.”

“Are you going to glare the entire time you’re with me?” I stared at my reluctant guard. Telling Benito I didn’t need a shadow was pointless, and if I gave Tony the slip, it would give me more of a headache than not.

“Yes, I have to make sure I don’t get another concussion.” “Oh, come on, you’re still hurt about that? I told you I liked you.” I offered him a cigarette. “I didn’t kill you. That has to count for something.”

“Correction, you aren’t safe here.” He stared down at me. “You’re a Vitale now.”

“You’re a fucking headache, you know that?” Benito growled. “Shut the fuck up and fuck me already.”

“I ask a question, and I expect an answer.” “Or wha—” My reply dropped off into a sharp gasp as Benito slapped my aching cock again.

“Wha— What was the thing— question?” Benito fisted my cock, driving me insane. “Did you let him see you in your panties?” I shook my head. His hand tightened around my cock. “I need verbal answers only.” “No.” It sounded strangled to my own ears. “Good.” Benito’s hold on me softened, and I whimpered for a different reason. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “I don’t plan on it. I’m going to make it so you can’t function without my cock stuffed inside of you.”

“You like being spread out like my whore, don’t you?”