"That is Mrs. Jones, she runs the house."
"Runs the house?" I raised an eyebrow. He laughed at my expression.
"Well, I’m not married and someone has to keep the place in order since I work quite often," he shrugged.
"So, you expect your ‘wife’ to take care of ‘running your house’?" I had both eyebrows raised now.
"Only if she chose to. Honestly, I would prefer the woman that I love to take care of ‘our’ home and to give me an incentive to get out of work and come home," he smiled at me and pulled me in closely putting one hell of a kiss on my lips.
"Ahem," I looked up to see a man in a black uniform standing behind me at the doors we entered through.
"Yes, Paul?" Dom directed to the gray haired gentleman.
"Dinner is ready when you are, sir," he replied very formally.
"Thank you," he smiled to Paul and then turned to me. "Hungry?"
"Starving," I smiled.
"Good," with our fingers still laced, he led me to a large dining table where there looked to be five different main dishes along with other side foods.
"Is this just for us?" I knew my eyes were very large, taking in all the food.
"Of course," he shrugged and pulled a chair out for me.
"And what happens to what doesn’t get eaten?" I was concerned about the waste. It was how I was raised.
"Oh, I’m…I’m not sure. I don’t usually have dinner like this, it would be a first," he smiled nervously and sat across from me. I wasn’t a big fan of the formal sitting but I went with it. It was his house.
"Oh." I responded. I am so out of my element.
"I’m sure I can figure something out for it. I have plenty of help around this house, I’ll have Mrs. Jones package it up in the fridge and let the staff have at if for lunch tomorrow." I smiled at his answer and his nervousness disappeared.
After dinner, I helped Mrs. Jones clean up and put the food away. Dom laughed at my insistence but then started helping as well. Once it was all cleaned up and put away, we left the kitchen hand in hand.
"Movie?" I nodded and smiled. I couldn’t stop smiling with him.
When he led us out of the living room, where I had assumed we were watching the movie, I thought maybe we were going out.
"I should get my purse if we are going out to–"
He laughed. "We aren’t going out. We are watching the movie in here." He kept leading the way.
"Oh," I said quietly, my brow furrowed in confusion.
We walked through a new set of double doors and I gasped. "HOLY SHIT! You have a movie theater!” It wasn’t a question, I could clearly see it was a personal movie theater, it was an exclamation and borderline freak out.
I heard him full belly laugh at my reaction. "Yes," was all he could get out.
I turned and scowled at him "Are you laughing at me?" I raised my eyebrow.
"No, La mia Chloe." I crossed my arms, not believing him. "I’m laughing at your reaction." He laughed again. "Your reactions are always so genuine, it’s refreshing." He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him.
His smiling lips pressed against mine, mumbling, "La mia bella Chloe ".
That set me on fire. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling us closer, as his hands slid around to my lower back. I slid my tongue over his lower lip and nibbled gently. He gasped, parting his lips slightly, allowing our tongues to dance together, twisting and gliding.
My right hand slid up behind his head, deepening the kiss, as his hands slid over my ass. I pressed my body firmly into his, feeling his erection against my belly, a pulse surging between my thighs. He grasped the back of my thighs and lifted me. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist and he staggered over to one of the large couches in the room. He sat down, pulling me with him to straddle his thighs.
"So, no movie?" He mumbled against my lips.
I smiled slyly and shook my head, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Pressing my hips forward, his cock rubbed against my hot center. He groaned, clasping his hands on my hips. My mouth crashed back to his while I outlined his defined chest with my fingers. I moaned when he bucked his hips upward into me.
Dom’s hands quickly grasped and pulled my shirt over my head. I unclasped my bra, letting it slide off my arms to the couch. His warm hands moved slowly up my stomach until each breast rested in his palms. I felt his breathing hitch and I pressed my hips forward again, earning another groan from him.
He flipped me onto my back and quickly had my pants unbuttoned and sliding down my legs, with my panties included in the material. He took one hand and laid it on the top of my foot before slowly running his palm up my leg, my side, grazing the side of my breast and then cupping his hand around my neck as he pressed his lips firmly to mine.
I undid his jeans and pushed them from his body with my toes. I felt his hard, warm, smooth erection spring free from the confinement of his clothing. The pulse between my legs quickened. It felt like all the heat in my body had pooled between my thighs.
His mouth moved over my chin and down my neck until finally finding my nipple. I moaned and writhed under him as he caressed my nipple with his tongue and teeth. Bucking my hips forward, I made quick contact with his smooth shaft.
Dom fumbled around beside us for a moment and, when I heard the foil wrapper, I realized what he was doing. I reached out and grasped the condom from him. He looked surprised and confused. I pushed him back into his original position on the couch and slid between his legs. I placed the condom in my mouth, sliding it on him with my lips and teeth. He hissed, watching every move. I bobbed my head a couple of times before crawling back up his body.
His hands roamed my body, leaving wet kisses across my collarbone and neck. I positioned myself above him, feeling the tip of his cock just at my entrance, and slid onto him slowly. His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me in place. Dom growled into my ear.
" NON MI sono mai sentito qualcosa di così perfetto!"
I didn’t know what he had said but, what I did know was when he spoke in Italian, it turned me on. I couldn’t sit still any longer and started to rock back and forth.
"Oh God, Chloe!"
My body humming with pleasure, I began to pump up and down on him.
"Oh..Ungh…God." It felt amazing. He was amazing.
Leaning back, I placed my hands on his knees, sliding up and down his hardness. He bucked his hips up to meet me and I moaned with each grind. Our movements became more frantic as we both approached our threshold.
He brought his right hand up to my breast and rolled my hard, sensitive nipple in his fingers. I moaned like a wanton woman. The fingers of his left hand became occupied with the swollen bundle between my folds.
"Vorrei sentire voi cum per me."
The Italian he purred sent me over the edge, bouncing on his lap to completion.
The tightening of his hands on my hips let me know he was thrusting toward release. When it came, he called out. "La mia bella Chloe."
I collapsed against his chest, Dom still buried inside me, both panting and sweating.
Dom moved the hair off the shoulder his head was against and started planting light kisses. I leaned back slowly. His hands cupped my face before claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss. When he pulled back, he looked directly into my eyes.
"Dal Momento in cui ho incontrato ho capito che sarebbe caduta per voi," he rasped, bringing his lips back to mine.
This time I pulled away. "What are you saying?"
With a sly, yet sexy grin, he pulled me closer against his chest. "Just casting a love spell on you, the way you have me."
I really need to learn Italian.
We eventually moved from our position on the couch. Dom slipped his jeans back on, sans boxers. I grabbed my clothes and slid them over my still sweat dampened skin. Cuddling on the couch, we finally settled into a movie.
I woke with two arms cradling me behind my back and my knees. I yawne
d.
"What time is it?"
His mouth pressed against my head.
"It’s late, just sleep."
He laid me down on a bed. I stretched while looking around the room.
"Is this your room?" I said in a hushed voice. He laughed.
"Yes," he replied.
I stood.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
His arms wrapped around my waist.
"Bathroom?"
He pointed to a half opened door across from me and I headed in that direction.
I used the bathroom and washed my face. I didn’t have a toothbrush so I just used some toothpaste on my finger. I figure that was better than nothing at all. As I turned to go back out, I saw a button up shirt hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Stripping off my clothes, I wrapped up in his shirt before heading back to bed.
Entering the room quietly, I didn’t see Dom anywhere. I walked toward the bed, slightly startled when I felt him grab me around the waist and then spin me around.
"What do you have on?" I could barely see his raised eyebrow in the almost non-existent light.
"Umm...your shirt." I bit my lip and looked down. "I hope that you don’t—"
His lips cut me off.
"La mia Chloe." He shook his head, stepping back to look me over. "Si sono sorprendenti." His words a heavy sigh.
Then he recaptured my lips, walking us back to the bed.
Once on the bed, the shirt was irrelevant.
I really need to learn Italian.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Newlyweds
Leo
We'd been sitting in the Mexican restaurant for a couple of hours, the buzz of conversation around us growing louder. Though I noticed the constant murmuring around me, my mind wouldn’t leave Chloe. She was seeing Domenico? When had they met? How long had they been dating? The questions kept coming and the scene of tonight wouldn’t leave my mind.
"Leo?"
A perplexed look graced Glendaly’s face.
"You have been awfully quiet tonight." She placed a hand on my arm and rubbed it.
I forced a smile.
"Just more tired than I thought, I guess." Shrugging, I took a large gulp of beer. She smiled sweetly before turning back to her conversation with Mina.
Why am I thinking about her when I have my gorgeous fiancé sitting next to me? It shouldn’t bother me that Chloe moved on to someone else. I mean, I’ve done the same thing, right? Glenda means so much to me, and it's not fair to obsess over another woman.
Dinner finished and I still couldn’t get them out of my head. I could tell Glenda was affected by my off mood. I didn’t want to let on to my thoughts.
We arrived back to my parent’s house and I excused Glenda and myself to bed for the evening. Glenda looked a little confused at the sudden dismissal. I cleared up her confusion once I shut the bedroom door and pressed her against the wall.
My lips pressed onto her full mouth and she accepted my tongue eagerly as I slid it between her lips. Once we broke for air, I moved my lips down her neck.
"Leo, your parents–" Glenda whispered breathily into my ear.
"We’ll be quiet." I attacked her mouth again and moved her toward the bed. Pushing her down quickly, sliding my hands up her thighs, I could feel the lace of her panties. I hurriedly pulled them off and threw them across the room.
As I moved up her body, I pushed the fabric of her dress up bunching it at her chest. Pulling her up to me, I slipped the dress off and thanked God that she hadn’t wore a bra tonight. I wanted to feel her around me, allow her body and scent to erase my thoughts of Chloe.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I quickly tossed it to join her panties across the room. She moved fast with the button on my pants and pushed them down with her feet. There was no clothing between us and we were both panting heavily in anticipation and pleasure. I cupped her left breast with my hand while I took the other nipple into my mouth, causing her to arch her back and moan out my name.
Is this what Domenico would be doing to Chloe tonight?
As soon as the thought entered my mind, I shook it off, positioning myself at Glenda’s entrance, letting the tip slip between her folds. She was very wet and ready.
She moaned my name and begged for me as she pushed her hips toward me. I responded with a hard thrust into her, groaning out in pleasure. I moved quickly in and out of her wet center, eliciting moans and grunts from both of us.
Would Chloe go to his room tonight?
Again, I shook off the thought and worked Glenda over forcefully and intently. I felt her muscles start to tense up and she called out as her core clenched around me tightly. A few more thrusts sent me over the edge of my own. I moaned and collapsed on top of her.
We had only been back in Seattle for a week when Glenda got called off to New York for a photo shoot. I had a meeting with Domenico in regards to a new artist that I was working with that he wanted to sign to his label. I thought about taking the opportunity to discuss his relationship with Chloe. The meeting was pushed back and I rethought about asking him. In the end, I didn’t. It wasn’t my place.
I spent most of my time working on my production company, trying to get it really launched. The new artist that I was working with was definitely my step in that direction. If Domenico did decide to sign her then it would definitely be the boost my company needed.
Glenda got back from New York only to leave again for Paris. Most of the wedding was being planned by Mina with Glenda over the phone. They attempted to get my help but I really needed to focus all my attention to the production company.
I had seen Chloe and Domenico at a couple of parties and dinners together. I kept my distance. It was too close to the wedding to torment myself with thoughts of them.
Months passed and the wedding was two weeks away. The family was coming to Seattle in a week, planning to stay an entire week for the rehearsal dinner, final details and the actual wedding. Most of our invitations had attending responses, so it would be a full wedding and reception.
I was still working on signing Scarlett with Domenico’s record label. I knew he was interested, however, with the way he was acting, he was either trying not to seem too interested or he had been extremely distracted by something else. I didn’t want to think about what he was distracted with. I knew I didn’t want that answer.
There was tension before the wedding between Glenda and me. She was upset with my schedule and lack of participation in planning the wedding. I tried to be as loving and understanding of the stress she was under while also trying to get her to understand the pressure I was under with the company.
The wedding arrived quickly and, before I knew it, I was standing in front of a mirror with my father fixing my tie, my mother wiping tears from her eyes as she watched us. The photographer was getting on my nerves.
I stood at the altar with Max at my side, waiting for Glenda to come down the aisle. When the music started, I saw Mina walk out and I smiled. Then I caught sight of her long brown hair, curled and half-pulled up. My body twitched to go to her., but an arm shot out from the crowd and pulled her close. Domenico. She laid her head back on his chest as they watch Mina. A large smile spread over Chloe's lips. Domenico curved his body around her, making it clear who she belonged to. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered something and she blushed¸ licking her lips before turning her head to smile up at him.
The smile. Jesus, that smile still got to me. It used to be the way she smiled at me, from beneath me.
Internally groaning and cursing, I shook off the feelings she resurrected without one acknowledgement of my existence.
The wedding march began. My eyes shot to the doors. They opened, revealing Glendaly in her white dress. She looked amazing, as always. Her father walked her toward me. The moment she gave me her hand, the familiarity of her touch eased the torment I was putting myself through.
It's just nerves which are perfectly natural at this level of commitment
. And the lingering feelings from a past relationship which I didn't truly allow closure. I cared for and loved Glenda. She is the woman I chose as my wife, my life partner, my salvation.
The ceremony was perfect and we were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Leo Mackey. Everyone stood as we left the church and formed a greeting line. Our guests filed out one by one, while one couple plagued me to distraction. Once they appeared, I wrapped my arm around Glenda's waist for the strength to not say anything stupid.
"Congratulations." Chloe spoke and hugged Glenda.
"Thank you so much for coming." Glenda smiled brightly.
"Look at you." She smiled widely. "Congratulations." She hugged me quickly, the familiar current still as strong as before. The moment she pulled away, my arms tensed to hold her closer. Instead, I wrapped my arm around my new wife once more, holding onto her, letting her presence reassure how much I want and care for her.
Domenico’s hand found Chloe’s, pulling her to his side.
"Congratulations, Mackey." He shook my hand. "You actually found a woman who would marry you, huh?" He winked and laughed.
"Yeah. Perhaps, someday you will get as lucky." I shot back, instantly regretting the words.
"Oh, I have." He smiled large and lifted Chloe’s left hand. "I am the luckiest man ever." He kissed the large diamond ring sitting on her left finger. Chloe smiled.
"Oh my goodness!" Glenda squealed. "When did you two get engaged?"
"About two weeks ago." Chloe said low. She looked up to Domenico’s face.
"I am so happy for you." Glenda wiggled out from the hold my arm held on her waist and hugged Chloe tightly.
Chloe returned the hug.
"Um…congratulations, I didn’t know." I tried to be casual and happy for them. By the look on Chloe's face, I don't think I was successful.
"No one really knows yet, but it will be known soon enough." Domenico smiled.
He didn’t stop smiling. Bastard.
"Now, I just have to get her to set the date." Tucking a piece of hair behind Chloe's ear, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
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