“Oh… God… Andreas,” I moan.
My orgasm signals that it’s time for his pleasure, and he aggressively pounds me hard, slowing his pace before I hear him grit out, “Greeeeer.” He pushes hard and deep into me, and together we come almost simultaneously.
Spent and breathing heavy just barely inside my home, I finally tell him, “I’ve missed you.”
He picks up our discarded clothes and playfully smacks my ass. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“Would you like a drink?”
“Do you have sparkling water?”
“Actually, I do.”
He pulls his jeans on and sits on the couch, leaving me a little self-conscious that I’m naked and wandering around. I hand him his sparkling water. “What would you like to do? I have a reservation at the Italian restaurant in a little over an hour, or we can postpone until tomorrow. But we’ll have to go at some point, or they may come hunt me down.”
“Oh, that sounds good. Really, I just want to be here with you. I don’t care what we do.” I raise my eyebrows, not exactly believing him. “Okay, I want a few repeats of what we just did.”
I snuggle in close, and he puts his arm around me. “I don’t care what we do either as long as we do it together.”
We sit and talk about our weeks, our conversation relaxed and easy. I glance at the time. “I guess I should start getting ready. Do you mind if I hop in the shower?”
“Only if I can help.” He smiles.
“I think that can be arranged, but I have no idea how you could be ready to go again after what we just did.”
In a very husky voice, Andy says, “With you, I always seem to be ready, but this time I think it’s just appropriate to wash you down. No sex, I promise.”
The shower is large and easily fits us both comfortably. I hand him a bar of soap, and he lathers up a washcloth, then washes my back in slow circles. I run my fingers over his pecs and the glorious curls on his chest. He turns my insides to mush.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice as he trails his fingers over my breasts, the skin red from his whiskers.
I kiss him deeply, creating a soft and gentle dance between our tongues. “It’ll be the reminder of a wonderful visit.” He seems visibly bothered by the marks, but I assure him, “It’ll fade in a few days.”
He carefully cleans my sex. Like my breasts, it’s a bit swollen and tender from all the activity. I look with longing at his erection as it stands at complete attention while he continues to clean my lower half. He wets my hair and adds shampoo, massaging it into the strands, his fingers moving in small circles and relaxing me to no end. After he rinses the soap away, making sure nothing gets in my eyes, I point him to the conditioner, and again he gives me an amazing head massage.
When he’s finished, I take the washcloth from him and start with his back. Humming no tune in particular, I stand behind him, slowly moving down to his legs and feet, purposefully avoiding his balls and cock while paying close attention to his inner thighs.
He stands and turns, allowing me to slowly and methodically wash his arms. His cock bobs at my stomach, begging for more attention, but I ignore it. As I wash his chest, I stop and kiss each of his pecs and lick the nipples. Again his cock bobs, knocking me in the stomach, begging for the consideration it so rightly wants and deserves, yet I continue with his nipples and kissing his chest.
Sitting on the bench in the shower in front of him, I pull him forward by the hips, then lean in and take his full length into my mouth.
He watches me intently as I adjust and flatten my tongue so I can take more of him. As I move up, I flick my tongue across the tip and taste his precum. His hands move to the sides of my face as he helps set the pace of how fast I work his cock. I break the rhythm as I hear his breathing increase, rubbing the underside with my thumb at the base as I carefully suck on each of his testicles. He’s panting, and I know if I wait too much longer I won’t get to enjoy his climax, so I put his cock deep in my mouth again. It seems as if it’s even bigger than it was a few seconds ago. Sucking hard up and down while I palm his balls, I feel them constrict as they shoot their warm, salty cum straight down the back of my throat.
He stands me up, pushes me against the wall and gives me a deep kiss that makes my toes curl.
I turn the water off, and he reaches for a soft fuzzy towel and carefully dries every drop of moisture from my body. My nipples are so responsive that I have a small orgasm when he rubs the material across my breasts.
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to my bed and lays me down. “Spread your legs open for me.”
I immediately comply, and his cock is hard again. He easily slips two fingers between my drenched lips. Oh hell, I’m climbing out of my skin, hot with need.
“You really do get off sucking my cock.” As he glides his tongue over mine, he takes some of the wetness and spreads it over my clit with his fingertips, rubbing in firm, slow circles.
His lips break away from mine, my husky whisper barely audible. “Oh… oh God, that feels so good.” My breath hitches and my hips buck against his fingers as he strokes my G-spot. “Oh my God, please… don’t stop.” I’m so drunk on desire.
Stepping back, he admires my bare pussy as it glistens from my excitement. Opening the lips wide, he bends down and licks up some of my moisture. “God, you taste so good.” With the pad of his thumb, he places a bit of pressure on my hard nub. “Tell me how much you like drinking from my cock.”
“I’ve wanted it for so long. It’s so big and tastes so good,” I say breathlessly as he works my pussy into a frenzy.
“Tell me what you want.”
I whimper as I writhe beneath his touch. “I want you to make me come.”
He leans in and gives me a chaste kiss, then settles between my legs. With his tongue, he circles my clit and begins to strum it with direct pressure while inserting his finger into my pussy, rubbing my G-spot once more.
I’m so close. Don’t stop.
I grab his head and push him deep into my core as I buck my hips to his rhythm. Moaning loudly, I fill his mouth with my desire, covering my eyes. I don’t want this feeling to stop.
Andy stands up and kisses me. “I shouldn’t have dessert first or I may not eat my dinner.”
Laughing, I remind him, “They’d be very disappointed if you didn’t eat.”
After our wonderful weekend together, it was hard to say goodbye to him this morning. We left my apartment only for dinner on Friday night, ordering in and relaxing the rest of the time until he left this morning to pick up Genevieve.
I’m really beginning to fall for him. He’s hinted at how marriage is important to him, so I find myself trying to wrap my head around something I wasn’t sure I’d ever contemplate again. I’m in a euphoric glow just thinking of him. I not only enjoy every aspect of his cock, but I really like him. I keep falling more and more in love with him. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and considering the future with him doesn’t freak me out or make me nervous.
This is right.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Andy
Looking out across the warehouse, I’m stunned. This stacking system allows for us to stack two barrels across and eight barrels high. We’re able to put six shelves in place side by side, so each row holds ninety-six barrels now, rather than the old system that would hold close to forty-five. Plus, this system makes rotating easier and allows us to keep the spoilage down due to air circulating around the barrels.
“Michael, this looks outstanding.”
“Thank you, sir. All of the random barrels in the villa and tasting room are here. We also installed cameras because of the extra room.” He hands me a stack of paper containing a bunch of barcodes.
“What’s this?”
“This is your new inventory through the software on the trackers. Everything we’ve tagged is tracked.”
“Great. How are our numbers?”
Michael fidgets wi
th his fingers and rocks back and forth. “The last page includes twelve barrels that are no longer on-site.”
“Twelve? Twelve in the past month while I was in the hospital and recovering? Can we track where they are?”
“Sir—” He struggles to find his words. “As you can see by the longitude and latitude, they’re located here on Pine Street in Calistoga.”
I recognize the address. “But why would they be there?” And then I understand. “Michael, if you can keep this between us for a moment, I need to consult my family.”
“Of course, sir.”
“You’ve done an outstanding job. Thank you.”
Dread hits me like a rock. My trust is completely gone. I’m at a loss as to why this happened.
Picking up the phone, I call my parents. It’s just after 6:00 p.m. in Montalcino, so they’re most likely just sitting down for dinner.
My father answers the phone. “Pronto.”
“Papa, it’s me. Your son Andreas,” I announce in Italian.
“Is everything okay with Genevieve?”
“Yes, Papa. I called to tell you that I’ve figured out who’s been stealing our barrels of wine.”
I walk him through the evidence, including the new stacking system and how we track the barrels. “Are you sure?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Have you confronted the thief?”
“No, Papa. I wanted your advice first.”
“I will come to you. Don’t say anything to anyone.”
“Yes, Papa.”
I hang up, dread crawling through my bones.
How could Sophia have done this to our family? To me?
Walking into my apartment, I see my bag from the weekend only partially unpacked. I can’t stay here right now. I’m angry, and I’m hurt.
I want to see Greer.
I pick up my phone and call her.
“Hey there. How did your meeting go with Michael?”
“Not great. May I come down and stay with you for a few days?”
“Of course. You don’t even have to ask. Is everything okay? Are you losing the vineyard?”
“I’ll tell you about it tonight, if that’s okay.”
Her voice lowers an octave fills with compassion. “Of course. I love you. We’ll figure this out.”
“I love you, too.”
Packing my bag, I put it in the back of my car, then walk into the tasting room. Sophia’s there, but I can’t even talk to her because I know I can’t be civil. She looks up and me and smiles, then continues talking to the clients in the tasting room.
I find Michael. “Hey. Keep what we learned to ourselves. I’m waiting for my family to decide what to do.”
“No problem. I haven’t said anything—not to my dad, Jose, or anyone.”
I clasp his shoulder. “Thank you. I’m headed to San Francisco for a few days. Can you manage this and keep us moving forward toward the crush?”
“Absolutely.” He nods vigorously.
I wave goodbye and climb into my car. My sister calls a few minutes into my drive, but I send it to voice mail.
As I near the Golden Gate, my phone rings, the caller ID telling me it’s my older brother, Matteo, who runs the vineyard in the Bordeaux region. “Papa has given me some of the details. Tell me what you know.”
I carefully exit the highway so I can park and concentrate on walking him through what I know in Italian. I struggle with trying to do too much at one time. “I don’t know why she’d be doing it.”
“Could she be trying to help with storage?”
“No. We’ve had long conversations about the thief. She knew all along we were looking for the missing barrels. Are you coming with Papa?”
“Yes, and I believe Giovanni is joining us.”
My heart drops. “I’m not giving up Bellissima Valle.”
“Andreas, no one has said anything. Everyone knows how well you worked with Sophia. I think we’re all impressed that you found out the thief was our own sister and shared that with us. We’ll confront her together. Papa is meeting me in Paris, and if Giovanni is there, we’ll all fly in on the same flight direct to you.”
“Do you know when you’ll arrive?”
“Chiara sent the itinerary to your e-mail. What are you going to do until we arrive?”
“I’ve left the winery and will stay with Greer in San Francisco. I’m so angry. I believe if I talk to her, she’ll run. I want my wine back, I want to know why she put me in the hospital, and I want to know why she did this.”
“I think we all do, brother.”
“I’ll be at the airport to pick you up. But be clear, Bellissima Valle is my vineyard, and I won’t be giving it up.”
“I hear you, and I agree. See you soon.”
We hang up, and I listen to my voice mail from Sophia. “Andreas, darling, when are you returning to the vineyard? I have some invoices to discuss with you.”
I’m questioning everything now. She’s been taking care of our accounts receivable. What if some of the invoices are false?
Shit. Maybe I should let Giovanni take over and just find a regular job in San Francisco, or maybe become a wine distributor.
I decide to text Sophia so she doesn’t get suspicious. I’m heading into The City. Greer has a problem, and I’ll be back in a few days. Text me if you need me.
Sophia: Okay, but I think we may need to return some of the wine stacking system.
Me: Why?
Sophia: We’ve overspent, and I can’t make our payment for loans.
Sophia: And there’s a $15K expense for a company called Tracer. What’s that?
That’s the trackers. I realize I never told her about them when we decided to put them on. I can’t let her know they’re on the barrels or she’ll run, or even worse, get rid of the barrels altogether.
Me: That’s for part of the stacking system. This all came out of the quarterly meeting. I’ll get some cash from the general fund.
Sophia: This stacking system seems to be a big black hole. We’ll have to discuss this expense when you get back. We agreed to not spend money without the other’s approval. I hope everything is okay with Greer.
Me: It will be. Call me if you need me. Michael has the intern crew doing their thing, so we should be good.
I look through my e-mail. Chiara sent over the itinerary; it appears she’s joining them, and they’ll arrive tomorrow morning. Wow. In less than twenty-four hours, I’ll have four people descending on us.
I arrive at Greer’s apartment and head up. She isn’t home yet, so I let myself in and catch a glimpse of myself in the foyer mirror. What a mess I am. I look tired.
I hop into the shower, hoping it’ll revitalize me, then crawl into bed. I’m just going to rest until Greer gets home.
I hear voices and roll over to look at the time. It’s after nine. Shit.
I get up and walk into the living room, finding Greer with her hair in a ponytail, dressed in an old T-shirt and yoga pants. She has a pen in her mouth as she sits cross-legged on the couch, studying her computer.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I was only going to rest my eyes for a minute.”
Putting her computer aside, she gets up and gives me a hug. “Is everything okay?”
“No. I found the thief.”
“That’s great news.”
“Unfortunately it isn’t. The barrels were traced to Sophia’s home.”
“Her home? What are they doing there? Could she be storing them?”
“No. I forgot to tell her about having Michael put the trackers on. She took four more barrels before the tracking was attached and another twelve while I was in the hospital.” I pace and run my hands through my hair. “I can’t believe this. We’ve worked so hard to make Bellissima Valle a success together. And she always knew once my dad passed away, I would gift her half. That was our agreement. Why would she steal from herself?” I walk over to the bar in the corner of the room and pour myself a glass of bourbon. “What would make he
r so angry that she would hit me over the head and almost kill me, then destroy over a million dollars’ worth of wine? I’m angry, but really I’m disappointed.”
“I can’t even imagine the betrayal you’re experiencing. What are you going to do?”
“My father, Giovanni, Matteo, and Chiara all fly in tomorrow morning.”
“That’s fast.”
“I’m not giving up my vineyard.”
She reaches for me and gives me a reassuring squeeze. “They can’t expect you to.”
“We’ll meet and figure out what to do.”
“Are you hungry? I ordered some Italian food.”
“Thank you for your support.”
She makes me a plate of pasta, and together we eat. We talk about our work and how Eve’s doing.
Looking at the clock, I see it’s after eleven. She stands and reaches for me, and together we go back to bed, Greer in my arms. She quiets my brain, and I quickly fall back to sleep.
I hear the alarm and look over—it’s only five. Greer’s slender arm reaches from beneath the covers and turns it off. With a small moan, she sits up and stretches.
“You’re going to work already?” I ask.
“No, I go for a run most mornings. I didn’t realize that when you’re here, I don’t do that. You’re welcome to join me.”
I run at home all the time, and I actually brought my running clothes with me, thinking I could get some time in while she’s at work. I’m sure I can keep up with her. I put on a pair of shorts I’d normally wear to work out and follow her lead, stretching beside her before we start down the hill toward the bay.
Holy crap, she’s fast. I have a longer stride and thought I’d be able to keep up with her no problem. Boy, was I mistaken. I think she does an eight-minute mile.
Heading down to Pier 39, we see the tourists lining up at Boudin Bakery. She slows as the early rush of people walk across her path. She’s drenched in sweat with her hands on her head, and looks amazing. We’re both breathing so hard, we can hardly talk.
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