Placing one knee on the bed, he gently guided her down on the flat surface, breaking the kiss to gawk at her beauty. Seeing her completely naked was a treat beyond anything his imagination could’ve ever concocted. He desperately wanted to whip out his bulging manhood and bury himself deep inside her. But this would be his first time making love. And he wanted to do it right. Bending over her, he placed a long, lingering kiss on her fine lips before backing away from the bed.
Sheila let out a disappointed groan.
With a slow shake of his head and a smile, Luca deliberately wagged his index finger side to side. “Patience, baby.”
Studying her face, he began to undress under her fascinated scrutiny. The playful side of him took over, and he started to dance, rolling his hips from side to side seductively. He continued to watch her, enjoying the huge, lascivious smile on her face and the way her breasts rose higher and higher with the removal of each article of clothing.
When it came time to discard his boxers, he paused. Turning his back to her, he shimmied ever so slowly out of the undergarment, doing his best to prolong the movement. A gasp escaped her as he bent at the waist, exposing his bare, toned buttocks. Looking back over his shoulder, he smiled and waggled his eyebrows seductively. The glimmer in her amber colored eyes and the gesture of fanning herself were indicative of her approval, making every last one of his rigorous workouts worth the strain and effort. Then he brought it down in a way that would make even Beyoncé proud.
Luca strutted toward the bed, barely retaining his cool while Sheila’s laughter bounced off the walls, touching a special spot in his heart. Carefully, he climbed between her generous thighs, which she parted so readily, and rested his buttocks on his heels. For a moment, he just kneeled above her, his eyes roaming over her naked form as her body calmed from its mirth. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so beautiful, she took his breath away and he knew he was blessed to have her.
With the faintest touch of his lips he began exploring, starting at the top of her head and voyaging downward. Sheila responded beautifully, wriggling and moaning with every touch, while running her lush hands all over him, occasionally pulling at the strands of his hair. The light pain was delicious, fueling his desire.
His ministrations ceased upon reaching her decadent breasts. Ever so briefly, he made eye contact with her, taking pleasure in her silent plea for him to continue. Pushing the large melons together, he happily buried his face in the fleshy mounds, capturing both nipples in his mouth and gently rolling them with his tongue. Sheila arched off the bed, a litany of vulgarity hissing from her parted lips. Luca smirked at her reaction, her delight overwhelming him with joy. He wanted to bring her more and lingered at her breasts for some time before continuing down to her toes.
Kissing his way back up the other leg, he rested when he reached her apex, resuming the kneeling position. Placing a hand on each shoulder, he repeated the path his lips had just taken with his fingers, caressing her with the lightest touch of their tips, slowly making his way down her torso. A loud gasp reached his ears. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her heavy breasts began to rise and fall faster. His mouth watered at the sight of the large chocolate orbs thrust upward toward him. It took everything he had not to pounce on them and claim them with his lips once more.
He settled for fondling her left breast. Sheila moved her head side to side in response to his massaging, strumming, and pinching her large nipple with his calloused fingers. She reached out with both hands, trying to pull him toward her. Chuckling, Luca resisted without as much as a hiccup in his ministrations. He loved to tease her, knowing the more he brought her to wanting it the more intense it would be for the both of them. No way would Sheila ever want another.
Once he had the nipple hardened to his liking, he continued caressing it while trailing his right hand down to her core. He touched her there. He smiled broadly when her eyes shot open, and he was happy with the surge of fluid that landed in his hand. He began to play with her, lightly massaging her sex while still teasing her taut nipple.
Sheila forced the back of her head into the pillow as he increased his ministrations. One long, thick finger slid inside her, eliciting a shout of pleasure. He began to work it in and out of her, still diligently tending to her breast. Luca was searching for her hot spot. Within moments, Sheila’s walls started to quiver as he curved and twisted the digit inside her. A cuss word and a shudder alerted him that he’d found it. She began to twist and buck, clawing at him as the wave hit her hard. A scream of ecstasy filled the room, and her heady juices saturated his hand.
Apparently, Sheila was a squirter. He’d never had one before, and the sudden tightening of his scrotum made him realize his elation about this finding. Excited, he had to taste her. Replacing his hand with his mouth instantly set off another wave. Within seconds, she was coming again, shooting her essence straight into his wanton mouth. Not a drop was wasted as he hungrily lapped at her opening, holding her in place with his arms wrapped around her thighs and his large hands lazily caressing her soft belly until she went limp.
Releasing her, Luca bent his frame over her warm body. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss fiercely, pulling him down by the back of his head and sucking his tongue into her mouth. The hunger of their kiss further flamed his inner fire. He no longer put off entering her.
She gave a whimper of protest when he pulled back from her and resumed his previous position. Cruel as breaking the kiss was, he had to sheath himself. Although he would have gladly entered her raw, something he’d never done before, he wasn’t quite ready to be anybody’s daddy. Not yet, anyway.
Scooting backwards toward the foot of the bed and pulling Sheila with him, Luca lifted her onto his lap. “I think I’ve earned that ride.”
Grabbing her hip with one hand, he reached down between them with the other. Inch by inch he guided himself home. Luca watched in awe as her eyelids fell to half–mast and her lips formed a perfect O. A satisfied moan escaped from both their throats, and for once in his life, he truly felt at home.
“Sheila, look at me.” He waited patiently for her cat eyes to meet his before speaking again. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered as he began to move inside her. “I want no doubt as to who’s making love to you.” One nod was all he needed before guiding her up to the tip of his shaft and slamming home again. The friction was so great it made the task of keeping his own eyes from closing a difficult one. “My God, you feel so good,” he stated breathlessly, meaning every word of it as her core gripped him tightly.
She matched his movements, meeting his upward thrusts with a sensual downward rocking of her full hips. Whispers of appreciation for his skills floated gently to his ears, every filthy word doing deliciously crazy things to his psyche. The high was surreal, made better with Sheila flying right there with him. As the euphoria of their joining spread through every fiber of his being, he realized without a doubt this southern beauty would hold his heart forever. This new enlightenment combined with the intensity of her stare was his undoing.
“Damn, Sheila, I love you. Oh, I love you so much, babe.”
Seizing her in a tight embrace, he pushed her to the bed and quickened his pace, hitting her with everything he had and pounding into her incessantly. Sheila fixed her palms against the headboard, bracing herself as his onslaught forced her head dangerously toward it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. But he couldn’t stop the overpowering thrust of his hips. It felt too damn good.
Sheila’s beautiful lips forming a larger O was his last visual before losing the battle to keep his eyes open. The orgasm that ensued was like no other he’d ever experienced and stole every ounce of resistance he had left. A loud roar filled the room, nearly drowning out Sheila’s screams of pleasure. Her walls pleasantly sucked on him as the two of them exploded together.
Luca kept banging away until the very last drop of energy left his body. Trembling, he co
llapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for air. Once he was able, he lifted onto his forearms and gazed down on her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, gliding his lips across her smooth, sweaty cheek. He was taken aback by the solo tear that slid down the side of her face, disappearing into her hair line. “No, Sheila.” He paused to kiss its track. “Never doubt that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Don’t you ever believe different.”
He allowed one finger to lightly trace her features as he continued speaking. “From this day forward, I give you my utmost loyalty and protection. For as long as I live, my every breath is yours, and I will willingly give the last for you. No one will ever hurt you again without dealing with me.”
Placing his finger under Sheila’s chin, he gently lifted her gaze to meet his. “Most of all, you have my heart. Please treat it with kindness. From now on, I will use every beat God shall see fit to gift me to bring you happiness.” In all honesty, Luca had always believed only the weak would ever say such words. But he felt no shame. They had been spoken from the depths of his soul.
Sheila started bawling. That wasn’t quite the reaction he’d expected, but at least it showed she was taking him seriously. Hopefully, she returned the sentiment. At this point it didn’t matter. He was all in. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and held her, kissing and wiping at her tears until her shuddering subsided and she fell into a restful sleep. Unfortunately, sleep didn’t come so easily for him.
Chapter 13
The Wednesday before Thanksgiving was brutally cold in New York. After enduring a not–so–relaxing flight out of Portland International Jetport, Luca finally arrived at JFK. He had reached the airport in Maine just in time to meet the rest of the rowdy, holiday crowd. For the first time in a long while, he found himself pondering whether giving up use of the family jet had been such a good idea, a decision he’d made after concluding it didn’t suit his new laid–back image as a country boy. Four screaming babies into the flight, he’d started to silently curse that line of reasoning.
Deep down, he knew the flight wasn’t the sole root of his annoyance. It was time to face the music. Loving on Sheila had been divine. Once he’d given in completely, they hadn’t been able to get enough of one another and had virtually spent the last four days in each other’s arms. That was until he opened his fat mouth and pissed her off. Apparently, he had a lot to learn about women and this whole love thing.
As the driver approached his childhood home, Luca’s anxiety grew tenfold. The feeling escalated into full–blown butterflies once he exited the vehicle and entered the massive structure. Nervousness taunted him like it had when he and Drago were kids and his pop had caught onto their misadventures. The deeds of this last weekend would not be well received. He had no regrets. Sheila was more than worth it.
“Mia figlio!”
“Mamma.” Luca turned his cheek in anticipation of the motherly kiss.
The kiss was immediately followed by her strong embrace, the warmth of it instantly easing his heavy burden. Whatever may come, Luca knew he could always draw on the strength of his moms and would never deny being a mama’s boy.
“Looking beautiful as always.”
“Oh you,” she gushed, playfully slapping his chest. “Papa has taught you well.”
“Yeah. Speaking of Pops, where is he?”
His mom sighed. “His usual place. At least he hasn’t locked himself away all alone today. Drago and Tyler are in there with him.”
Great. “Have the girls arrived yet?” he asked, trying to hide the disappointment of not being able to face his father alone.
“No, caro. Cyndi will be in later this evening, and Maria may not arrive until tomorrow. Evy and Rie are in the kitchen though, if you’re up for sisterly substitutes,” she added mockingly. An impish smile crossed her face, and those dark eyes lit up with her mischief.
Luca held up his palms, warding off her sinful words. “I’ll pass on that one.”
A hearty laugh rang from his mother, the sound not much different from Sheila’s. At that moment, Luca realized that old saying about boys falling for their mamas really did hold some truth.
It wasn’t just the laugh that brought his girl to mind, but the similarity of their warm smile and the hint of coltishness his moms now held in her eyes. They were both strong in their own way and possessed no–nonsense personalities. He knew if given the chance, Sheila would’ve teased him about the guarded relationship between him and his cousin’s wife, just like his moms was now doing.
Tyler and Drago’s wives couldn’t be more different, yet got along as though they were long–lost sisters. Evy was a sweetheart and Luca had hit it off with her on their first meeting. But that Rie… not so much. Ever since she’d, in Drago’s words, ‘put him in his place,’ he’d been somewhat wary of the tiny woman. He shook his head at the irony of it all.
“I’ll take my chances with the boys.”
He leaned down and kissed his mother’s brow before heading down the long hall toward his father’s office. He knocked once.
“Come in,” Nathan’s deep voice commanded from the other side of the closed door.
Luca pushed it open to find his pop in the usual spot behind his gargantuan desk. The damn thing would’ve taken up the entirety of the room had the space been built any smaller. Drago sat in one of the plush, chocolate chairs in front of the desk with his chin perched on his fist while Tyler faced the large French doors, one hand in his pocket, the other at his cheek. Although Tyler’s back was to him, Luca could see it was rigid as an arrow, leaving him to wonder what had been said before he’d shown up for the party. Then he realized Tyler was on the phone, speaking in low, hushed tones as the others in the room granted him an air of privacy. Luca sensed he wasn’t happy.
“I believe when I said ‘be here’ I wasn’t giving you an option, young lady,” Tyler spoke irately into his cell phone. There was silence while he listened to Cecile, who Luca surmised to be on the other end of the line. “It’s for your own good. And who the hell is that?” More silence. “That’s nice. Look, just get here as fast as you can, okay?” He paused. “I love you, too.” Ending the call, he turned to face the others in the room, gesturing his phone toward Luca. “Kids.”
“Can’t say I envy you there, cuz,” Luca stated, doing his best to ignore the rolling eyes of his pops and Drago.
“Are you kidding?” Drago said, trailing Luca’s advancement across the room with wide eyes.
Snickering, Luca strutted over to the couch at the far side of the room, knowing full well what his older, wise ass cousin was about to say.
“If I recall correctly, conversations between you and Uncle Nathan weren’t so different when you were that age. As a matter of fact, where the hell have you been hiding the last few months?”
“Shut it, you. No one asked for a tour down memory lane,” Luca snapped while positioning himself on the couch. After throwing one arm over his eyes to block out the judgmental looks to come, he allowed his large booted feet to dangle over the arm of the sofa. The couch barely fit him, but he always found comfort in this familiar, lazy position.
“Awe hell, something’s up! What the fuck’s tugging on your panties, Lulu?” Drago probed vociferously. “And why the hell are you wearing that shit–kicking getup in here? You’re far from the farm, boy. Couldn’t make an effort to dress decent in your parents’ house?”
Lifting the arm from over his face, Luca peeked out to see three sets of eyes, similar to his own, staring back at him. Pop always wore a suit. That was a given. But with Drago looking like some kind of Don Johnson reject and Tyler dressed to compete with Daymond John, of course he wasn’t blending.
“I know damn well where I am. Why the fuck something’s gotta be wrong, Dre? Can’t a man be tired from traveling? Jeez,” he stated, gesturing with his hands palms up in exasperation before lowering his arm back over his face.
“Pssh! Any other man, maybe. But I know your
ass. What’s up, and what the hell happened to your hands?”
Damn Drago! Always gotta be figuring stuff out and shit. Perry Mason ain’t got nothing on his ass.
Feeling defeated, Luca swung into a seated position and rested his head against the back of the soft leather sofa. He eyed each man in the room individually. Although he was closer to his cousin Drago than any other human being, he wasn’t quite ready to confess his sins in front of him. “I need to talk to Pop about my latest, um… project,” he mumbled. Tyler was new to the family and really didn’t participate in the business aspect of it. Luca wasn’t sure of his cuz’s comfort level with the topic he was about to bring up.
Taking the hint, Tyler quickly excused himself and started toward the door. Drago, however, remained seated with that smug look of superiority on his face that Luca had long since developed a hate–love thing for. At times like this, Luca wondered if life would have been more bearable had Drago grown up with his younger brother, Tyler, to kick around instead of him. But then again, Tyler might not have turned out to be the upstanding citizen he was today.
“Do you mind?” Luca snapped, gesturing toward the door Tyler had just exited.
“Yes,” Drago responded, raising one sandy–blond eyebrow. He remained seated, purposely placing one large pale hand on each knee, challenging Luca to state differently.
As on many occasions, Luca thought about how Drago, with his sharp nose, square jaw, and pale skin looked more like a Brit than Tyler. Tyler had wavy hair but shared Luca’s dark features and olive skin, leading people to assume they were brothers as opposed to cousins. Lately, Luca had started to suspect that on some level this bothered Drago since the two of them had practically been raised together from birth and were actually more like brothers than cousins. Now that Tyler was in the picture, Dre seemed to be trying to solidify his position in Luca’s life.
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