by Braxton Cole
All Wrapped Up
by
Braxton Cole
All Wrapped Up - The List Book 2
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Chapter 1
Instead of calming my nerves like I'd hoped, the wine was only making me drunk. To hell with it. I poured my fourth glass for the evening and topped off Rachel's as well. No point in being drunk alone when I could be drunk with a friend. She just needed to actually start drinking.
“So, tell me how this changes things for you.” Rachel had asked that question at least twelve times. The wording had been different each time, giving me a variation on a theme, but no actual break from the topic that had initially rattled my nerves. “I mean, it does change things, right? It has to.”
“Shut up and drink your wine.” I was done with asking her nicely to switch topics. She was like a damn dog gnawing on the bone that was my relationship with Luca.
“You like him. I know you do.”
I nodded and took another drink of wine. I had passed the sipping stage two glasses ago. I more than liked him, but that didn't mean I was ready to share an address with him. My phone whistled to tell me I had a text message. I silenced it without looking. The odds were high that it was Luca again. He'd been sending me sexy, sweet messages all week.
“I don't understand what the problem is.” Rachel sipped her wine and followed it with a bite of cheese. She was doing her part to savor the wine slowly, rather than jumping head first into a wine hangover like I was doing.
“Luca was supposed to be a fun distraction, not a relationship,” I tried to explain one more time. Rachel looked at me like I was brain damaged. Hell, maybe I was. We'd passed the point of a fun distraction months ago.
“Mari, it's not like you're some bitter, dried-up hag whose only option is to grow old with your ten cats. Yes, you went through a divorce. Are you really going to tell me that you are incapable of having a relationship because of it? Because that is about the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Luca is a good guy. You know this. Stop freaking out.” If she'd been sitting a little closer, she totally would have jabbed me with her finger. From the opposite side of the table, all she could do was gesture emphatically. I was grateful.
“I really like the way things are between us,” I said. Luca was fun and sexy and sweet and everything I wanted in a man. I had been terrified all that would change because we'd said out loud that we wanted to add strings after our initial meetings, which had involved lots of really hot sex. That’s supposedly the only thing both of us wanted in the beginning, but then things got a little more complicated. So far, change hadn't happened, but that didn't mean things wouldn't change the second we signed a joint lease.
“Who wouldn't? That man is. . .” Rachel fanned herself and smiled with a happy, faraway look in her eyes. She was enjoying my boyfriend a little too much for my comfort. “He’s like your very own Prince Charming.”
She nailed it with one dreamy comment. My relationship with Luca was straight out of an X-rated Disney movie. He was too perfect. So far we’d kept our relationship neatly contained to weekends only. What would happen if we expanded our time together to all day, everyday? I wasn’t ready to give up the fantasy.
“And he’s hot.” Rachel’s smile changed from dreamy to lewd.
“Stop lusting after my boyfriend.”
“You called him your boyfriend.” Rachel smiled and sipped her wine demurely.
I wanted to slap the glass out of her hands. I settled for glaring at her while I took a large drink from my own.
“I know.” Truthfully, it hadn't even felt weird. Luca and I fit together perfectly. It wasn't scary at all until I thought about what it all meant. Then my knee-jerk reaction was to gulp wine. Besides, I'd started calling him my boyfriend as soon as we got over that weird “how are we going to do this” stage. Rachel was just being a bitch about it.
“When do you see him again?”
My phone vibrated against the table. Apparently I fumbled the whole silencing thing and forgot to turn off notifications completely.
“Tomorrow night.” That was one thing that I had refused to change. I still needed to be able to focus on work during the week. I could play with Luca on the weekends. I had compromised slightly and agreed to see him Friday night instead of waiting until Saturday. So far, that had resulted in him picking me up on Friday evening and dropping me off at home late Sunday. I got completely caught up in him those two days and lost all track of time.
The phone buzzed again, increasingly difficult to ignore.
“You should just look at it.”
She was right, of course. Ignoring my phone wouldn't make my commitment issues go away. I found a missed call and three text messages from Luca. The first was him checking in, as was his habit each evening.
Can't wait to see you tomorrow, sexy girl.
When I didn't respond, he followed with:
Mari? Is everything okay, baby?
I couldn't blame him. Usually I answered right away. Then again, I usually hadn't blown through the majority of a bottle of wine by myself. Rachel refused to actually drink hers, satisfied, I guess, with sipping and watching me slip further down the road to drunk.
The third message got my attention.
If you don't answer, how can I tell you about the new toys I bought? I have plans for you.
I typed out a quick response. Rachel laughed at me the entire time.
Out with Rachel. Call you later and you can tell me all about it.
Rachel threw a grape at me at the same moment that I hit send. It bounced off my head and landed in the bottom of my nearly empty glass. I tipped it back and swallowed the last drops. The grape slid into my mouth and crunched nicely when I bit down. I refused to look at Rachel because she hadn't stopped smiling since I picked up my phone.
“You realize that you get this silly little smile on your face when you talk to him, right? It's adorable.”
I wished I'd saved the grape to throw back at her.
“Stop glaring at me. When are you going to trust that it's okay? I wish I could find someone like Luca.”
“I'm taking him to my mom's on Sunday.” My glass was empty and so was the bottle. Shit. There was no way I could justify ordering a second.
“So? He goes over there every week with you.” Rachel looked like she was thinking about confiscating my glass of wine. Pointless, since it was empty.
“He wants to announce that we're moving in together.” And there went my stomach again. Just like every other time I thought about living with Luca, my tummy dropped into my shoes, then launched itself at my throat.
“Oh. I thought you guys were just discussing it.”
“You know Luca. Everything is full speed ahead w
ith him. Once he makes up his mind, he goes after it like his life depends on the outcome.” That determination was one of the things that made him such an amazing lover. If he fell short, he just kept trying until he perfected it. One weekend, he tied me to his bed and kept his tongue buried in my cunt for six hours straight. By the end, I was wrung out, starving, and a complete sopping mess. For his part, Luca was supremely satisfied with his expert ability to make me come with his tongue.
“Stop thinking about sex.” Rachel beaned me with another grape. I set this one on my napkin just in case I needed to throw it back at her.
“Sorry.” I shrugged like I wasn't sorry at all. “Luca has that effect.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Rachel glared at me. “Show a little respect for those of us who aren't dating a sex god.”
I gave her a wink. “My offer still stands.” One night, after far too much single malt whiskey, I'd asked Rachel if she'd like to join Luca and me some time. After listening to her complain about how awful her latest lover was, I just couldn't handle it any more. The poor girl deserved a decent orgasm. And a threesome was still on our list of things to try.
“You don't mean that.” Rachel's swallowed half her glass of wine in one go and her face flared red.
I smirked. “Sure I do.”
She stared at me. “You're drunk.”
Not really. Four glasses was enough to make me giggly, but not drunk. “No, but even if I was it wouldn't change anything.”
“You'd really do that? Let Luca fuck someone else?” Her face screwed up with this combination of intrigue and horror. Apparently she hadn't believed me when I told her all the things that were on our list.
I considered my answer. Would I let Luca sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted? Hell, no. I hadn't signed on for an open relationship. And he was far too loyal to even think about cheating on me. “Within reason, yes.” I held Rachel’s gaze. “If I were there to watch, maybe participate, it would be hot.”
“You're serious?” Rachel picked up her wine glass, but it was empty. So was the bottle. She stared into the glass for a moment with an intense expression, then set it back on the table.
“Of course.” I signaled to the waiter for a new bottle. Rachel had decided to join the drinking so I could replace the wine without feeling like a total lush.
“You really are a kinky bitch, aren't you?”
I laughed. “You have no idea.”
“So how would that work?” Rachel stared at the wall over my shoulder to avoid looking at me.
“You want details?” This whole conversation cracked me up. Rachel looked ready to pass out at any moment.
Rachel fanned her face with her napkin. “No, I mean where would we do it? When? That kind of thing.”
The waiter arrived with the new bottle of wine and filled both our glasses. Rachel drank hers down and held it out for him to refill. I sipped and watched her while trying not to laugh. Complete role reversal from earlier.
I waited for the waiter to leave before I responded. “Where? A hotel. When? We could probably do it this weekend if you want. Let me ask Luca.”
I picked up my phone carefully. I expected her to knock it out of my hand to stop me. Her face grew increasingly red, but she didn't move. I typed out a quick message while she watched with wide eyes.
Up for some company this weekend? Rachel wants to join us.
I showed the screen to Rachel before I hit send. She swallowed and nodded, her movements tight, but certain. I sent the message.
“Jesus.” Rachel drank more wine.
“You know, you don't have to do this.” I'd been teasing her when I brought it up, but the idea of seeing Luca with Rachel stirred excitement low in my belly. This would be a lot of fun. Providing Rachel didn't faint from the idea of it.
“I know.”
Luca responded.
Join us for dinner? Or. . .
I smiled. Even though we'd talked about including other people, we'd both been reluctant to follow through. After the night he brought Richard to meet me, Luca hadn't wanted to push the issue. And I had simply been enjoying him.
We could have dinner first. Then I'd like you to fuck her while I watch.
I hit send and imagined Luca going instantly hard when he read my message. He was incredibly responsive to suggestion.
Rachel watched, but didn't ask what he said. Luca replied immediately.
The new toys can wait. I'll book a room.
I showed Rachel the screen. “Should I tell him to do it?”
Rachel hesitated, took a long drink of wine, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think so.”
I debated kissing Rachel then. It was total impulse and would have freaked her out even more, so I didn't. Instead I asked Luca to let me know which hotel after he'd made the reservation. This wasn't the outcome I'd expected from the evening, but I wasn't about to complain. The stress I'd felt for weeks about Luca's request to live together gave way to excitement.
“We're going to have so much fun.” I toasted Rachel. For the first time all night I really tasted the wine on my tongue. It was crisp and clear and full of promise.
Instead of dreading the weekend, now I couldn't wait for it to arrive.
Chapter 2
Luca tested the water, then sprinkled me with the drops clinging to his fingertips. Before I could decide between squealing and turning away or splashing him in return, he scooped me up and kissed me softly.
“Perfect,” he murmured with our lips still pressed together. I had no idea if he was talking about the kiss or the water, but didn't much care when I felt his fingers working the button and zipper free on my pants.
“Rachel will be here soon.” I didn't want to miss her knock on the door. Luca had a way of making me lose track of everything.
Luca pressed a kiss to my neck right at that perfect spot behind my ear. “We have time.”
“Not much.” I pushed his T-shirt up and off his head. We had time to take the bath he ran for us, or we could make love. Either way, we needed to be naked. I was simply expediting the process.
“Then we should hurry.” Luca pushed my jeans and panties off my hips and I wiggled until they dropped to the floor. He laughed as I stepped out of them and pulled my top over my head. He didn't even glance at the ridiculous, lacy bra that I bought special for this weekend before he unclasped the hooks. It dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Lingerie was wasted on a man like Luca. He was more focused on the prize inside than on the packaging.
“Okay, maybe we have time.”
Luca smiled and lowered his head to my breasts. “We have time.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth, lathing it with his tongue and awakening my desire. I grasped his hair to hold him in place and let my head fall back. With Luca, my world was reduced to touch and sensation. It was his ongoing mission to grant me as much pleasure as possible.
“The water's going to get cold.” I said the words, but had no plans to let him go anytime soon. The thing he was doing with his mouth on my nipple was too wonderful to make me care about wasted bath water.
Luca smiled up at me as he dropped to his knees. “We'll warm it up later.” He guided me to sit on the edge of the jetted tub. It was large enough to hold at least six people. Maybe we could get Rachel into it with us later.
Luca rose up to kiss me, his lips slanting against mine in a way that said he wanted me, that he would always want me. As he slipped his tongue into my mouth, he pressed on the inside of my knees, urging me to spread my legs for him.
“Good girl.” He slipped his fingers into my folds, in tandem with his tongue gliding against mine. He rolled his knuckles through the moisture and groaned. “Always so wet.”
He was right. It was a perpetual state for me with him. He looked at me just the right way with those beautiful, deep brown eyes, and I was gone.
“Only for you.” I couldn't remember ever being so thoroughly and perpetually turned on.
He leaned back, ending the kiss.
I chased after him, nipping his lips, but he refused to bring his mouth back to mine. He smiled dangerously as he slid his fingers into me. I gasped as he wrapped his other arm tight around my back and held me firm against him. He liked to control me, to hold me immobile while he fucked me hard enough to make me forget the world around me.
Sometimes he tied me up. Other times he used the weight of his body, heavy and solid against mine, to pin me to the floor while he fucked his hips against me slow and firm. Sometimes he would refuse to touch me, commanding me to hold perfectly still as he fingered the very tip of my clit with the barest tip of his finger. If I moved, arched, thrust to gain more friction, he would stop completely. If I begged, he would gag me tight until I couldn't muffle a scream if I wanted to. But those times were rare. Luca liked to hear my voice, hear my desire.
Just as often, he'd pull me on top of him and let me ride. I'd work my hips, sliding up his cock until barely the tip was left inside, then I'd play with the shaft, running my fingers over the length. The look of absolute concentration on Luca's face as he tried not to thrust into me was by far the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Well, almost. The look of awe on his face when I swallowed his cock down my throat was pretty high up on my list of favorite things, too.
“I want you to come from just my fingers inside you. Can you do that?” Luca asked as he thrust into me hard enough to push my ass back over the edge of the tub. He tightened his grip on my waist. “Answer me, Mari.”
The pace he set, the speed, the depth, the strength, the absolute brutality, didn't leave much room for thought, let alone speech. All I could focus on was the building ball of tension flaring in my cunt and drawing tight.
“Mari.” He stilled his hand with his fingers buried inside me. A swelling of butterfly shudders built inside me as he scissored his fingers rapidly. One time, after a night filled with more orgasms than I could count, I'd awoken on the verge of yet another orgasm. After I came down, he showed me the motion, this time with his fingers hovering in front of me. Then he'd pushed his fingers between my lips, using my mouth to clean them.
