by Fields, MJ
* * *
The girls and I are able to finish several rounds before Cross and the boys emerge.
Noelle and Stacy were struck dumb when they found out that Cross and I were finally together. Apparently, he is right; everyone did suspect it would happen eventually.
When we get home, Cross heads to the living area and turns on the game. I follow, and when I get in front of him, I start to slowly undress. He diverts his eyes from the television and focuses on me. I am nervous. I have never taken charge before, and the girls encouraged me to try it. They even gave me a few pointers in seduction over drinks.
Cross stays silent as I fumble through my little striptease, his eyes intense.
Once I’m completely bare, I drop to my knees and approach him slowly. His eyes follow my progression. I crawl between his legs, and he widens them to accommodate me. I reach up and start to undo his belt and then his zipper. He lifts his hips for me, and I gradually drag his jeans and his boxers down his legs and let them hit the floor. He is fully erect and ready for whatever I have in mind.
I take him in my hand and start to gently slide my hand up his length. He grows even thicker as I stroke him. I bring him to my mouth, and I swirl my tongue around the tip of him, just like the girls instructed. He brings one of his hands to my face and then puts it in my hair as he intently watches me. I take his balls into one hand, and I begin to gently knead them as I lick my way from tip to base. I relax as much as possible and breathe through my nose as I move up and take him fully into my mouth. I start to suck as I move my hand up and down and take him deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, baby.” He bucks off the couch and guides my motion with his hand in my hair.
His excitement fuels my lust, and I take him as deep as I can. He hits the back of my throat, and I choke slightly.
“Gabby,” he gurgles my name, and I know that I have him just where I want him.
As much as I would like for him to finish in my mouth, that will have to wait for another day. I want to feel him inside me. I move back, and he releases his hold on my hair. His cock pops out of my mouth.
I climb up into his lap, and I straddle him on shaky legs. I’m not sure exactly where to place my hands, and I sit there, not meeting his eyes, trying to decide my next move.
“Hey, baby.” He draws my attention. “You are naked on top of me. Nothing you do can be wrong at this point. I am so fucking hard; anything you do, I promise I will like.”
His words give me the confidence I need, and I rise up on my knees. I reach between us, and I take him in my hand and guide him to my entrance. I slowly start to bring myself down on him, and I moan as his cock stretches and fills me. I reach for his hand and bring it to where we are connected.
“Do you feel that?” I look in his eyes.
“I feel it, Tesoro.”
“You are inside me; we are connected.”
“We are.”
“You fit me perfectly. I was made for you, Cross,” I whimper.
“Fuck, baby.”
He leans forward and kisses me. I kiss him back with all I have.
After a few minutes, he says in a rough voice, “Baby, I need you to move.”
I was so lost in the feel of him inside me; I forgot that part. I bend backward and clasp my hands on his thighs to balance myself. Then, I start sliding up and down on him, riding him faster and deeper until he is hitting the exact spot I need him to reach. I’m completely lost in my own pleasure when I feel him bring his fingers to my clit and massage me as he takes over and starts thrusting his hips up to meet me. My orgasm hits me hard, and it causes my body to shake from top to toe. He finally loses his patience and bears up. He flips me onto my back on the couch and starts thrusting harder and harder. A second orgasm rockets through me a minute later, and he follows me. He pulls out, and his seed spurts hot and hard against my stomach. He takes his hand and rubs it into my skin. Watching his hand and then bringing his eyes to me.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Thirty-One
Brie - Present
Jake left early this morning. His parents’ plane lands at LAX in a couple of hours, and he wanted to run home before picking them up.
I grab a blanket and lie on the suspiciously empty couch to watch the recording of Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve and the ball drop. I had fun last night, but nothing compares to New Year’s Eve in New York City. The crowd, the music, the food, the decorations, and the excitement in the air … it’s just magical.
I bet Adriana was dressed to the nines and flitting her way from posh party to posh party. Probably on the arm of some tall, dark, and handsome guy. As angry as I was with her when I left, I still miss her so much. I wish I could call her, but I am not sure she will ever forgive me for leaving. It’s better this way anyway. Adriana is a family princess. She intends to stay and marry the man of her papa’s choosing and live the glamorous life as the head of a dynasty. The exact opposite of what I want.
An hour later, Kelsey’s door slowly creaks open, and Nicco tiptoes out in only his pajama bottoms. His hair is mussed, and he is yawning as he makes his way to the living room on silent feet. When he finally sees me, he stops dead in his tracks. He looks back down the hall and then shrugs with a sheepish smile.
“Come on in. It’s not like I don’t know where you were,” I say as I pat the seat beside me.
He walks over and sits down. “I bet Tony and Stav are in that crowd somewhere,” he says as he nods toward the screen.
“They haven’t missed a New Year’s Eve in Times Square for as long as I can remember.”
“No, but things are different this year. It’s still a tad”—he carefully chooses his words—“volatile back home.”
“Are they okay?”
I don’t know why I’m asking. I really don’t want to know any of the details of the aftermath.
“Oh, yeah. After the big shake-up, Tony became Papa’s right-hand man. He actually assumed a lot of power, which is good. The other families respect him, and everything has stabilized for the most part.”
I’m going to hate myself for asking this next question.
“What about the Scutari family?” I pick at my nail as I ask, and I don’t meet his eyes.
“I thought you told me not to ever mention his name. He doesn’t exist here, remember?”
I look up at him and scowl. He knows how much I hate having my words thrown back in my face.
He laughs. “It is not like it was in the 1960s, sis. The families show respect and work together, and as long as no one steps out of bounds, things are fine.”
I stand abruptly and start walking toward the kitchen. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Do you want coffee?”
“Sure. I am going to jump in the shower real quick. Save me a cup?”
“Okay.”
Why did I ask him? The inner workings and hierarchy of organized crime are things I don’t care to understand. I make coffee and try to shake off the entire conversation.
Kelsey scoots into a barstool about fifteen minutes later. She keeps her head down and will not meet my eyes. I slide a mug under her nose, and she lets out the breath she was holding.
“Do we have to talk about it?”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
“I just don’t want this to be weird. Okay? I know that I just met your brother, and I know that last night was just two people enjoying each other for the night.” She blows the liquid in her mug and brings it to her lips. “I needed that. I could not have faced Bradley and Tonya last night without you guys, and having Nicco playing the part of a charming, handsome date? It was the icing on the cake, Brie.”
“Look, you guys are adults, and you know what you are doing. So, it’s none of my business. I love you. I love him. If you two end up together, I will be thrilled. If you don’t, then I hope you at least enjoyed yourself and made a good memory last night. But I absolutely, positively do not want any details.
Ever.”
“I do!” Dawn interjects as she comes in, still wearing her dress from last night.
“You do realize you are home, right? You should not be doing a walk of shame through your own apartment,” I dig.
She looks down at herself and shrugs. “Daniel wanted me to leave the dress and shoes on last night. He has a high-heel fetish. I guess I passed out right after. To be honest, I don’t remember much after him cuffing me to the bed. Anyway, back to you and those details.” She wags her eyebrows at Kelsey.
“Dawn, seriously,” I protest.
“Jeez, just pretend like she is talking about a random hook-up and not your brother.”
“I don’t think I can do that.” I cringe.
“Oh, get over it. Your brother is an Adonis. He has lots and lots of dirty sex with an array of women. Kelsey happens to be one of those lucky pieces of ass, and she is going to share all the sordid details with her besties because that’s what we do.”
I stick my tongue out at her, and she returns the gesture with her middle finger.
“Now, go ahead, Kels. Tell us all about your night with the stud, and don’t forget to grade his girth, stamina, form, and describe the face he makes when he comes.”
“What is girth?” Kelsey asks.
“You know, the size of his member.”
Kelsey wrinkles up her nose. “You want me to talk about his size in front of his sister?”
“Yes. He is an Italian stallion, and I need to know if he is hung like one, so spill—and also his come face. Don’t forget that part.”
“Why would you want to know that? You have never shared details about Daniel’s come face with us.”
“Ugh, Daniel’s is similar to his surprise face, but more intense, like he is in severe pain or something. It’s kind of frightening, but I have gotten used to it.” She shrugs.
We hear someone clear their throat and look up to see Nicco and Daniel standing in the doorway.
“Bad timing, guys. Go back and try again in, say, fifteen”—she cuts her eyes to Kels and adds with a question in her voice—“twenty minutes?”
“Sorry, ladies, we are hungry. You are just going to have to discuss Nicco’s sexual prowess and my horrific come face at a later time.”
“I didn’t say horrific, but honestly, the first time, I thought you were having a seizure. I started to call 9-1-1.”
We all start laughing.
Nicco walks over to Kelsey and kisses the top of her head. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Good morning,” she says, looking up at him with a big grin.
“What are the plans for today?”
“We usually spend New Year’s Day in our pajamas, eating junk food and watching the Rose Bowl Game.”
“Girls after my own heart.”
Kelsey blushes and gives me an eek look. Uh-oh, I think it’s too late to try to stop this train now. I sure hope my knucklehead brother knows what he is doing.
* * *
A few hours later, and we are prepared for our afternoon of pigging out and gridiron fun. We have buffalo wings, chips and salsa, pigs in a blanket, loaded tater tots, ham ’n’ cheese sliders, and cold beer on ice. All the essential football snacks. Us girls are busy, finishing up the prep work, when a knock comes at the door.
“Hey, bro. Can you grab that? It is probably Jake,” I shout from the kitchen.
Nicco gets up from his perch on the couch and heads to the door.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
We hear Bradley’s angry voice, and we all drop what is in our hands and race to the living room. He is standing in the threshold, holding a bouquet of pink carnations and Nicco’s smug expression has Bradley turning an alarming shade of purple.
He wrenches his neck to look around my mammoth brother and narrows in on Kels. “Really, Kelsey? He spent the night here?”
“I sure did.”
Ignoring my brother’s gloating proclamation, he continues to address Kelsey, “You’ve made your point, alright? I messed up. I’m here to apologize and put this rough patch behind us.”
“Rough patch?” Dawn looks at me. “Did he just call lying and cheating on her a rough patch? Dude, a rough patch is her getting pissed that you keep throwing your socks on the floor.”
“I said I was sorry,” Daniel chimes in. “Do I need to get a bouquet of lame-ass carnations?”
“Seriously, I moved the hamper from the bathroom to an inch from your side of the bed, and you still throw them on the floor. Beside the fucking hamper. Who does that?”
Bradley gives Dawn a murderous look and then cuts his eyes back to Kelsey. “Kelsey, you cannot be serious with this”—he looks Nicco up and down, trying his damnedest to find something to insult—“brute.”
At that, we all start laughing collectively.
“Lamer than the flowers, dude.” Dawn shakes her head.
“As amusing as this little show is, I really need to speak to my girl alone.”
“I’m not your girl anymore, Brad. I stopped being your girl the minute you stuck your pencil dick in Tonya. No, you know what? I stopped being your girl the minute you started openly flirting with my fucking roommate right in front of my face. I tried to brush it off. I tried to reason that you were a guy, and what guy wouldn’t flirt back when a girl was being so suggestive? But you wanna know who wouldn’t? A guy who loves me; that’s who wouldn’t. So, I am sorry you ended up with the trash that you don’t want to take home to Mom and Dad, but that’s not my problem.”
“See, Kelsey, you did it. Pencil dick is an example, describing Bradley’s unimpressive girth. Now, let’s finish this little scene, so we can get back to you filling us in on this here stud’s girth.”
“Are you kidding me with this?”
We hear Jake’s voice coming from outside.
“Brad, look at that guy.” He points to Nicco. “He would tear you in half without breaking a sweat. You fucked up. Lost your girl. Time to accept it and move on, my friend.” He pats Bradley on the back in a sympathetic show. Then, he shoulders past him and into the apartment. He fist-bumps Nicco. “Hey, man. Let’s get this party started.” Then, he reaches up and slams the door shut in Bradley’s face.
Nicco turns to me with a wide grin. “I really like him, sis.”
So do I. More and more every day.
Thirty-Two
Gabby - Past
My brothers have begrudgingly accepted that Cross and I are now together. Not that they ever really had any say in it. Maybe when I was sixteen, but not any longer. I’m my own person, and I make my own decisions. At least, I did. Now, Cross thinks my decisions are his business, and I guess, in a way, they are. He gets a say, but he is not going to boss me around. Our current discussion is about my living situation. He wants me to move in with him straightaway. I want to finish out the school year in the city with Adriana. Besides, we still have to face Papa and Mamma before we can make any major moves.
“I would just feel better if you were here at night, so I knew you were safely tucked in with me.”
That does sound nice, but I can’t let him know that.
“I have always been perfectly safe at my apartment. What happened did not happen there.”
“No, but he knows where you live. He could follow you home. Anyone could.”
“Are you trying to scare me? Because, if I let him steal my life and make me terrified to do the things I love, then he gets to abuse me over and over again. Can’t you see that?”
He deflates a little. “I don’t want you to be afraid all the time, Tesoro. I would just feel better if I knew you were safe every night.”
I wrap my arms around him, and he rests his chin on my head.
“How about I spend every Tuesday night here since I don’t have a Wednesday morning class? And then, Friday and Saturday nights, I’m all yours. Plus, I promise to call you every night that we are not together and let you know when I am safely locked in the apartment with the alarm set. Will
that work?”
He sighs. “I guess that sounds reasonable—for now.”
All the men in my life treat me like I’m made of glass. It’s annoying but also wonderful.
* * *
Papa called a family dinner in honor of our new relationship. Obviously, he took the news of me and Cross much better than expected and considerably better than Mamma. He actually seems very pleased at the announcement. All that worry was for nothing.
Mamma simply hugs me tightly and says, “I hope you know what you are doing, Gabriella.”
“All I know is that I can’t run from it anymore, Mamma.”
She gives me a sad smile. “Then, we start now and pray that he decides against the path of your fathers’ and makes his own way for the two of you.” She takes my face in both her hands. “All I have ever wanted is happiness for you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I know that, Mamma.”
He makes me so very happy. She must see that on my face because she nods and kisses my cheek. Then, in silence, she and I peel apples for the pie we are baking for the family dinner.
Everyone comes for dinner—Papa and Mamma, Cross’s father and his brothers and his grandparents, all my brothers, and Nonna and Nonno. It is a huge celebration. Papa even starts calling Cross son.
“Welcome to the family, child.” Una embraces me. “I have never seen my grandson so happy and carefree. I feel like he has been holding his breath since you were just a young girl, and now, he has finally let it out.”
“Thank you, Una. I think maybe we both have been holding our breaths.”
She smiles at me and brushes the back of her hand across my cheek. “You are good for him, Gabriella. His destiny.”
Her words warm me. I want to be his safe haven, just like he is mine.
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