Isaac laughs softly before picking me up easily and settling me on his lap – my back to his front. I lean back against him, my legs automatically spreading. I let my left leg rest over the arm of the recliner while my right leg dangles over his thigh. I sigh when his fingers start to stroke my lower lips.
“Are you excited about our trip next week?” he asks softly against the side of my head. I turn my head and angle it some so I can look at him.
“Yeah,” I breathe out. Our group vacation to Sonoma is next week. I bite my lip and moan when he slips in two fingers. I allow my upper body to go limp against him, closing my eyes as he slowly finger fucks me. He’s still talking, but I have no idea what he is saying.
When his fingers still inside me, I open my eyes and he is looking at me with that devilish look that I have come to love and hate.
“Are you going to answer my question Baby Girl?” he asks seductively, rubbing his lips against mine.
Isaac is fond of having conversations when he is pleasuring me. He likes to see how discombobulated he can get me. He is successful at doing that one hundred percent of the time.
“What question?” I mumble against his lips, licking the bottom one. I am hoping he will start moving his fingers again. He kisses me instead. It’s wet, sloppy and it’s making my pussy even wetter.
“Stop teasing me Isaac,” I say when we come up for air.
He grins against my lips. “I’m not teasing you.”
He knows exactly what he’s doing. He loves to get me worked up; he says when he gets me worked up, I am my freakiest.
That is totally possible.
Instead of finger fucking me again, his other hand starts caressing along my hip and up my torso before cupping my tit with his big hand. I let my head drop back onto his shoulder when he captures my nipple between his index and middle fingers, plucking it. He then starts to finger fuck me again.
Finally!
He chuckles deeply - I am pretty sure I said that out loud. I move my hips in time with his fingers just loving how good he can make me feel. Just when I can feel my release approaching, Isaac speaks against my ear.
“Are you gonna be my little freak tonight?”
That is when my pussy decides to spontaneously combust with my orgasm. His fingers still as I ride my orgasm out, his other hand tenderly caressing my torso. When his fingers leave my body, he brings them up to my mouth. They are glistening with my juices. I lean forward a bit and take them both in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the salty yet tart digits.
“Fuck,” he growls out low.
When I have finished licking his fingers clean, he assaults my mouth with a hot kiss.
As he is kissing me senseless, he effortlessly lifts me onto his lap fully and impales me on his cock. I inhale sharply, because Isaac is big and damn if that didn’t hurt. He stops kissing me at once.
“You okay, did I hurt you?” he asks - concern in his eyes and voice.
I blow out a deep breath. “A little - give me a few moments.” I usually have no problem taking all of Isaac, but every now and then, he will get a little too eager and slam all the way in without any warning.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my ear in between soft kisses. He has both his arms wrapped around my torso, holding me against him tightly as he keeps his lower body still. When the pain has subsided some, I tentatively start to move my hips. Isaac helps me out by thrusting ever so slightly up into me. The thrusts are not hard or powerful, they are a lazy type of thrust and they feel so good. The more he thrusts, the less pain I have. His mouth is trailing kisses from my ear down the side of my neck.
“Better?” he asks as his hands start to meander over my torso. The squeezes to my tits and the grazes to my clit with his thick fingers have my body thrumming with pleasure. I let out a breathy “yeah,” followed by a “harder.” That is when Isaac growls in my ear and starts to pump his hips into me more forcefully. It is then I know it is going to be a night full of wild sex.
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Isaac – 2:51am
I walk back into my bedroom with four bottles of water and Liv is still in the exact spot where I left her moments ago; asleep and curled into a tight little ball at the edge of the bed (which is probably the only dry spot on the bed).
The pillows that are usually against the headboard are on the floor. The comforter and flat sheet are haphazardly bunched at the foot of the bed. We have been going at it most of the night and she is wiped out.
The cave man in me is beating his chest and roaring.
I walk over to the bed, placing the water bottles on the nightstand. I sit on the edge of the bed and rub my hand up and down her bare back. I notice a developing bruise on her hip. Liv bruises easily and usually I am careful, but the past few hours have been wild and there is no telling how many more bruises she has.
“Baby Girl,” I call out softly, trying to wake her gently. A few moments later, she opens those big brown eyes for me.
I offer her a bottle of water and help her sit up. I continue to rub her back in a relaxing manner as she greedily downs the bottle. I offer her a second bottle and she downs half of that before stopping.
“Come on – let’s take a shower. We are both sticky and you will sleep better once you’re clean,” I say as I pull her gently from the bed. I tuck her under my arm as I walk us to the bathroom. She gives an exhausted sigh as she leans into me. I plant a kiss to the side of her head, knowing that she is tired.
My inner cave man roars again.
I leave her leaning against the bathroom counter while I turn on the showerheads. I grab one of her hair bands from the small container on the counter.
“Liv, why don’t you put your hair up before we get in the shower?”
She gives me a sleepy smile and takes the hair band from me. She bends over at the waist, gathering all of her braids into a ponytail on the top of her head. When she is upright, I usher her into the shower. I hold her against me as I steer us both underneath the main showerhead and let the hot water cascade over both of us.
She leans against me as I start to soap her body. I linger a little longer over her tits. She seems to perk up a bit and takes over washing her body. I then take the time to wash my own body. After we are both clean, I usher her out the shower, wrapping her in a towel, before securing one around my hips. I navigate her back into the bedroom and sit her in the recliner. I quickly strip the bed, tossing the sheets in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I remake the bed with the sheets I pull from the linen closet in the hallway.
By the time the bed is remade, Liv is fast asleep in the recliner. I take a moment to look at her. She’s curled into the chair, her hand tucked under her cheek. Her face is relaxed and she is so beautiful. Her deep pink lips are slightly pouted. Looking at her makes my heart ache. I gently gather in my arms and carry her to the bed, removing the towel and tucking her under the covers. I remove my own towel and climb under the sheets, gathering her close before sleep takes me.
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10:57am
I bound down the stairs, scooping up Chewy on the way because it looks like his short legs are about to send him tumbling down the stairs. When I hit the first floor, I place him back on the floor and he follows me into the kitchen. Judah is at the table, staring out the window as he sips from his coffee cup.
I palm his head as I pass him.
“Morning Bro.”
His only reply is to grunt.
I walk over and open the kitchen door, letting Chewy out to do his business while I take a pouch of his dog food from the box in the panty and pour it into his food bowl. I unscrew the water bottle from his water bowl and screw on a fresh bottle of water. By the time I have screwed the bottle back to the water bowl, Chewy comes charging through the door. He makes a beeline for his food bowl and chows down. I am sure he is starving since it is almost two hours past his usual feeding time.
With him taken care of, I go about
pouring myself a cup of coffee. I take a seat next to Judah at the table and look out the window.
“So, what are we looking at?” I ask because he’s still looking out the window as if in trance.
He grunts again.
I lightly shoulder-check him.
“What’s with the grunts Judah – getting laid is supposed to put you in a good mood.” I turn and look at him. He is still looking out the window and will not look at me. Since he is my twin, I know his moods as if they were my own. He looks as if he has the weight of world on his shoulders.
I pat him on his shoulder, knowing that when he is ready to talk, he will come to me or Pop.
“Okay – I am here when you are ready to talk.”
He gives me a slight chin nod, letting me know he heard me. I rise from the table intent on preparing something to eat. The ‘workout’ I got last night has me starving.
“I gonna make a couple of hoagies – you want one?”
He finally turns and looks at me and gives me a slight smile. “Yeah, that sounds good – make me two.”
I go about pulling all of the ingredients out of the fridge and place them all at the end of the table. Before long, Judah joins me in making the sandwiches. We work together in peaceful silence while we make the hoagies.
A while later we are sitting at the table, eating our hoagies and chips. Chewy is fast asleep next to the pantry in the wicker basket that has been his bed since his first visit here.
“Where’s Liv?” Judah asks after finishing off the last of his second sandwich.
“She’s still asleep,” I respond, trying not to smile.
He makes the obvious move of looking at his watch then back at me.
“It’s almost noon.”
“I’m aware.” I take a sip from my water bottle, still trying to hide my ever-widening smile.
“You wore that ass out, huh?” He gives me a wolfish smile.
I playfully shove his shoulder.
“Shut up asshole.”
He gives me that signature Rossi grin.
“I’m just sayin! And by the look of your face, I would say that my statement is accurate.”
I chuckle, thinking how I woke her up throughout the night because I couldn’t get enough of her.
Because I needed more.
Because I couldn’t get close enough.
Because I couldn’t get deep enough.
I snag his empty plate and stack it with mine as I rise from the table. I rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I decide to talk to him about what I have had on my mind for the past couple of weeks. I go back over and sit next to him.
“So, I think I am going to ask Liv to marry me.” I side-eye him and he side-eyes right me back.
“You think?”
“Okay, I know, I am going to ask her to marry me.”
He turns in his chair and gives me that Rossi smile again.
“Are you serious?”
I nod my head and he engulfs me in fierce hug.
“I am happy for you Bro. When are you going to ask her?”
“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I mean, I know I am going to ask her and I am going to pick out a ring this week, but I don’t know if I need to ask her father for her hand or whatever. That is what Wood did with Ivy, he asked her stepfather – right?”
“Wood is British, he does all that proper gentleman shit – that doesn’t count. I would say do what Charlie did – but Charlie absconded with our baby sister and eloped. He was lucky that Pop or us didn’t beat his ass.”
I grin, knowing that he is right on both counts.
“What you do is let her dad – fuck – her mom too, know your intentions with their daughter. That way, you are letting them know your plans without asking permission.”
I know what he’s saying is true, but I still have reservations. “But what if her dad objects to me marrying his daughter?”
He gives me a look that lets me know I am being a dumb ass.
“Isaac – you have met her dad – that man likes you even though he gave you a hard time. When they came to visit back in July – he told Pop you were a good kid – which means you are golden – you have nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, Bro - besides, if he did have a problem with you marrying Liv – you would still marry her, wouldn’t you?” he asks.
He was right. Olivia is my world and nothing is going to stop me from marrying her and spending the rest of my life with her.
“Yeah, I would.”
He grins at me. “So when do you plan on asking her?”
Chapter 12 – Sonoma
Olivia – Thursday Travel Day –Day 1
Normally, I am not a fan of traveling. While I love getting to my destination, I don’t necessarily like the ‘getting there’ part. No matter how much I plan or extra time I give myself, I always feel rushed and out of sorts. However, so far I don’t feel that way, probably because I am barely awake.
Our flight leaves at 6am, so we are up way before the crack of dawn. Before we leave his house, Isaac pretty much herds me around like a cattle dog might, keeping me on track. He makes sure I don’t fall back to sleep once he wakes me up. When I linger too long in the shower, he comes to fetch me. He knows I don’t like waking up early so he is patient with me while still herding me along. He makes sure I have my ID, my cellphone and all my other important stuff in my mini backpack/purse that will be my only carry on.
After arriving at the airport and checking in, Isaac takes my bag and puts it into his much larger backpack – freeing me up to not have to worry about carting around anything. I stuff my cellphone into the pocket of my cardigan sweater.
Once we go through security, he takes my hand and doesn’t let go. Even when I wander off to look into the window of some of the closed stores, he keeps my hand in his. I have noticed all the guys are like this with us girls. Even Maddie and Judah – they don’t hold hands of course, but he always has her in his sights. Ivy once told me that the guys have always been protective of them (which now includes me I guess) and that they always look out for us.
When we get to our gate, my phone pings with a text message. I pull it from my sweater pocket and see that it is a text from Isaac’s mom. She and Isaac’s dad volunteered to keep Chewy while we are away. I open the text and see a picture of Chewy asleep in an oversized dog bed. He is cuddled up with a small stuffed teddy bear. I smile and quickly show Isaac the picture.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him as he kisses the side of my head.
“See, I told you he would be fine.”
As we sit in the gate area and wait for our flight, it dawns on me that this is my first time traveling with a guy other than my father or brother and I like it very much.
The flight from Richmond to Detroit is an hour and forty-five minutes and I am kind of excited about flying first class – a first for me. Everyone else is flying first class too as the guys are tall and did not want to be cramped in coach. When I asked Isaac the price of the first class ticket, he just said they were reasonable.
Another first for me – a guy paying for my vacation. I still feel weird about Isaac paying for my portion of the trip. He keeps telling me that the trip is an early Christmas present.
When I was invited on the trip, I was all for paying my share, but no one would tell me what I owed – citing that I shouldn’t know what a gift cost. Apparently, Isaac told them not to tell me the price. Therefore, I searched online for comparable trips and I have deduced that Isaac has gotten me a very expensive Christmas present. I have tried several times to give him money and he has refused each and every time.
I will admit that being in first class is nice. My seat is very roomy and it is nice that the flight attendant addresses me by name. We land in Detroit and we have a three-hour layover, which affords us the time to eat a nice breakfast in an actual restaurant and not just breakfast sandwiches from one of the many fast food eateries
in the terminal.
The flight from Detroit to San Francisco is five and a half hours and once again, I am really glad Isaac splurged on first class tickets. I spend most of the flight tucked up under his arm as he sleeps and I watch a few movies on my personal video screen.
After landing in San Francisco, we approach the baggage claim area. I’m tucked under Isaac’s arm shuffling along sleepily. I didn’t fall asleep until about an hour before we landed and I could definitely sleep some more. After we collect our luggage, I see Wood talking to an older man in a snazzy black suit who happens to be our driver.
The driver leads us to a black shuttle bus. The guys help him load the luggage in the luggage compartment as the girls and I board the shuttle. When I climb the few stairs onto the shuttle, I am stunned. It is by far the most luxurious shuttle I have been on. I survey my surroundings as I sit in the first empty seat I come to – it is leather and oh so comfortable. The large leather seats are in pairs and are facing the back of the shuttle at a slight angle. There is an overhead TV mounted on the back wall of the shuttle showing advertisements for various wineries and vineyards. Underneath the TV is a console that has a variety of beverages and snacks.
I feel someone sit beside me and plant a kiss to the side of my head.
Isaac.
“You okay Liv?” he asks softly as I try not to stare in awe at everything.
I nod. “I’m just still sleepy.” I fib. I don’t want him to think I am not accustomed to traveling ‘in style’. When it comes to travel, I have always been frugal. It is apparent that Isaac and the rest of the gang are used to this type of travel, as none of them seem fazed by the luxury shuttle.
“Well, we have about an hour and a half ride to the rental house; you can take a nap if you want.” He kisses the side of my head again before whispering, “That way you will be well-rested when I keep you up all night.”
I stifle a groan as he nips my ear. I can’t look at him right now because if I do, I am liable to jump him and strip him naked. He chuckles softly as he keeps his mouth to my ear.
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