The Guzzi Legacy: Vol 2

by Bethany-Kris

  He didn’t, though.

  Only for a second.

  Just long enough to say, “And make sure I hear every sound I get you to make. Yeah?”

  August nodded quickly. “Yeah, Beni.”

  He dragged those cotton panties down her thighs, peeling them away from the part of her that he wanted to see the most. A patch of trimmed, dark hair led to heaven between her legs. And without shame, she spread her legs for him when he pulled the panties away from her completely. He wasn’t even sure where they landed on the floor, honestly.

  Because he was too busy getting down to where he wanted to be the most. At her pussy, getting a taste of that sliver of wetness he could see at her slit. August’s hands slid around the under sides of her thighs, her manicured nails grazing over her pussy before she spread herself a little more for him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pussy of yours, baby. It’s fucking beautiful. And begging for me to eat it, huh?”

  “Please.”

  He didn’t make her wait a second longer. First, of course, he got that taste of her he wanted. His tongue working her slit while the tartness of her slick pussy flooded his mouth. That taste—his dick was back to wanting to punch a hole through his fucking jeans. He could happily have sat there and licked off the taste of her for hours, her flavor that arousing to him, but he wanted to hear the sounds she made when he—

  “Holy shit,” August breathed when his tongue found her clit.

  Yeah, that’s what she liked.

  His tongue beat a fast rhythm against her pulsing clit while his fingers slid between her thighs to play with her pussy. That slick heat of hers hugged his fingers tight, and her hips jerked up against his mouth when he curled the digits against her G-spot.

  “Beni!”

  God, yeah, he found all of this woman’s buttons.

  Just like that.

  Beni’s gaze lifted up to find August watching him with a wild, almost-there gleam in her eye. The way her chest heaved with fast breaths before her head tipped back, and he felt her pussy milk his fingers while her clit swelled under his tongue with heat.

  “Oh, my God,” she mumbled.

  Every inch of her shook through that orgasm, and Beni soaked it up. Each fucking second of watching her body tense, her face lax with bliss, and free falling because of him ... yeah, he took that in like the happy fucker he was.

  His hands slid up the backs of her thighs as he pulled back from her, moving up to his knees again, so he could watch her better while she trembled her way through the aftershocks of that orgasm. She reached for him, then, her hands fast and rough against him as they shed what remained of his clothes between them.

  He pulled back after kicking off his pants and making sure to grab a condom from his bedside table, only to enjoy the sight of her laying back for him on the bed again. Her nude bralette, a lacy fabric that matched the trim of those panties he took off her earlier, a beautiful contrast against her skin.

  Her hand brushed over her breast pulling back the lace, so she could tweak her nipple. He came back to climb between her thighs again when she looked up at him looming over her. Tossing that condom beside her so he could admire her for a second, he grinned lazily.

  “I knew it,” she said, her voice airless.

  “Hmm?”

  “That you’d look damn good looming over me naked.”

  Beni laughed a dark sound. “That so?”

  “Yep.”

  This woman ...

  She made him want to think and do crazy things.

  “How do you want to be fucked, huh?” His hands trailed over her thighs again, his hard cock jutting out to tell her just how bad he fucking wanted her. She reached for his length, still playing with her breast with the other hand. Her fingers wrapped around him tight, and she stroked him as he said gruffly, “Tell me what you want.”

  “So good,” August whispered back, her grip tightening on the head of his cock. “I want you to fuck me so good.”

  “Oh, it’s going to be that.”

  He snatched the condom up from the blanket, and shifted to his knees between her legs so that he could open the foil packet. She let his cock go long enough for him to roll the latex down his length before she was palming him again. He let her, but he still moved over her, hands keeping him steady on either side of her body, while he kissed her.

  She worked him between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock at her slit while rolling her hips into him teasingly.

  “Keep doing that,” he warned, “and see what it gets you.”

  “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  She rolled her hips up once more, and let the head of his cock stretch out the entrance of her pussy. “And you know how I want it—exactly like you said.”

  He did just that.

  Filled her slow at first, with short thrusts that ensured she felt every inch of his cock stretching her open for him. And damn, she was wet for him, pussy eager and greedy. It was only when she shivered at the feeling of his hands pinning her hips to the bed as he filled her full, that he stilled for a moment.

  Just to stare between them, see only the root of his cock flush against her sex, and the way her body rocked into him to get just a bit of that friction.

  “Look at you,” he rasped, gaze tearing up her body to meet hers. “You’re a fucking angel.”

  August simpered him with a smile. “Definitely not that.”

  Sure felt like it.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded.

  He did, giving her the second bit he’d promised—started a fast pace between them that had her reaching for purchase against his back. Those fingernails of hers raked stinging lines in the ridges of his shoulders as he fucked her harder.

  Her taste was in his mouth.

  The scent of sex clung to the air.

  All her sounds, they filled him. The high, broken gasps and moans burrowing deeper into his skin with heat and need. That want, it was so vicious, and hungry. He couldn’t explain it, but he had never wanted anything more than he wanted to watch this woman come for him while his cock was buried nine inches in her pussy.

  “Come on, baby,” he urged between thrusts, “show me what you fucking got. Give me what I want—fucking come.”

  She whined through clenched teeth.

  He just had to kiss her again.

  There was something sexy about the way her lips trembled against his when they moved in tandem with his kiss. Something hot in her whimper when her body tensed before a thick cry of his name burst from her mouth.

  Her brown gaze flew wide.

  Locked on him.

  He fucked her through that orgasm, too. A ball of tension grew in his spine, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite—it felt like release was coming, and it just made him fuck her harder.

  Chase that high.

  Get off.

  “Come on,” he heard her whisper in his ear, “you give it to me.”

  Fuck.

  He came savagely.

  It deafened him.

  His heart stuttered.

  And August sighed, pleased, against the grunt of her name that fell from his lips.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed along his cheekbone. “That was fucking good.”

  Beni laughed, entirely out of air. “I sincerely hope you’re not planning to leave tonight.”

  She tipped her head back, those glittering eyes of hers on only him. “Why is that?”

  “Because it’s going to be awfully hard to repeat that by myself in the morning.”

  Her sexy smirk had him winking.

  “Good point.”

  “So that’s a yes? You’ll stay the night?”

  “If you get my wrap from my bag, then yes.”

  “Your wrap?”

  “In my bag,” she said, her fingertips coming to drift along the slope of his nose. “It’s silk.”

  Beni didn’t question her—not what the wrap was for, what difference it made if she had it, or why she want
ed it to sleep in his bed. He simply pulled away from her, feeling the loss of her heat envelope his cock, and reached for the boxer-briefs he’d discarded earlier. He made quick work of tossing the condom to the trash next to his bedside table, and pulled on the underwear before leaving the bedroom, and the sexy woman giggling on his bed, behind.

  He found her bag.

  And the rather large silk wrap—which looked more like a three-by-three-foot square of silk with a teal and pink wave pattern across both sides—that had been folded up neatly inside the purse. August brightened with a smile at the sight of him coming into the bedroom, wrap in hand.

  “This?”

  “That,” she agreed with a nod.

  He fell beside her on the bed after handing it over, and then thoroughly enthralled at the way she gathered her braids at the nape of her neck, was surprised to see her use the silk fabric to wrap her hair into a bun at the same spot, and then proceeded to use the rest of the square to wrap the top of her head as well.

  “Cotton pillows are really hard on my hair,” she said.

  “You look beautiful.”

  And she did.

  Her teeth dragged along her bottom lip. “Oh?”

  “Yeah, and even better because you’re in my bed.”

  That wasn’t a lie.

  August shook her head, and laughed that sweet, sexy sound. “Boy, you got a lot of charm on you, huh?”

  “They say it’s a Guzzi thing. All Guzzi men are the same, at the end of the day. Not sure that’s true, but we are a prideful bunch.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Guzzi?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “My family name.”

  “It sounds important.”

  “Powerful,” he returned.

  She considered that.

  He let her.

  “Like Rossi powerful?”

  Smart woman.

  Asking about his connections or affiliations without outright saying mafia or mob.

  Beni nodded. “Exactly that.”

  August fell back in the bed beside him and quirked a brow. “Well, lucky me.”

  Nah.

  Didn’t she know?

  “Tonight, it’s lucky me,” he said.

  6.

  It was the constant buzzing behind August’s head that had her sleepy eyes blinking open to an unfamiliar room. Her hand stretched across the empty space next to her in the comfortable bed, meeting air where a warm body should be. She couldn’t be mad at Beni’s lack of presence, not when she could smell something delicious cooking outside of the bedroom, daring her to make her way out of bed to find what it was.

  Oh, and the memories from the night before.

  Yeah.

  She definitely couldn’t forget those.

  A pleased, small smile pulled at her lips while she rolled to her back, and stretched in the bed. With white stucco staring back at her, she tried to figure out what that buzzing which woke her up had been, but the room was silent.

  That was okay, too.

  It smelled like him.

  And now, just a touch of her on the bedsheets.

  Hookups didn’t usually last this long for her, and more often than not, she preferred to have it happen at her place. Then, she knew all the places where she had something hidden to protect herself, if need be, and she decided when someone left.

  Yet, this hadn’t bothered her at all.

  She was feeling good.

  So fine.

  That grin curved her lips as she flipped over in the bed to find her bag that Beni brought into the room, and set on the bedside table before they fell asleep the night before. The tenderness between her thighs—the ache—reminded her of what it felt like to have a hard fucking, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t ready for round two.

  And she wasn’t a liar.

  A buzz vibrated her purse, and all at once, August knew exactly what had woken her up. Shit. She reached for the device in the bag, fumbling through the disorganization that was her life shoved into her purse, until she found the phone she had set to vibrate only. Without bothering to check the caller ID, she didn’t need to anyway, she answered the call with a tired, “August here.”

  “Oh, my God. Do you not know how to pick up your phone?”

  She couldn’t help but laugh at Camilla’s exasperation. “How many times have you called?”

  “Three.”

  “That’s three times too many for ...” August pulled the phone away to squint at the screen until the time came into focus. “Seven in the damn morning, Cam, come on.”

  “Well ...”

  “What?”

  “That was always our thing, you know? It’s been a while since one of us left with someone from a club and all, but I still figured I should call, make sure you were good, and whatnot.”

  August hummed under her breath. “I am very good this morning.”

  A knowing giggle answered her back.

  “And safe,” August added, knowing that’s what her friend wanted to hear the most. “All is good, no worries, girl.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Well, good. Not that you wouldn’t have kicked his ass, if he tried anything stupid with you, but I wanted to make sure.”

  God knows it, she thought.

  August had been able to take care of herself for as long as she remembered. She had to. Life hadn’t given her another choice, really. Some people saw her as an easy target, and she had to learn how to handle herself in many unpleasant situations. Men didn’t scare her. They were just ... typical assholes, normally.

  Well, some.

  Not Beni, it seemed.

  “And thanks for watching my back.”

  “Always,” Camilla said quietly. “Do you want to meet up later?”

  “How about lunch?”

  Because she had a feeling that delicious scent wafting in from the opened bedroom doorway was Beni cooking her breakfast—or that’s what she was hoping, anyhow. She wasn’t about to cut that short, not if it meant she had the opportunity to get in a round two with that man before she left his place.

  “Lunch is good. I’ll text you the address to a place I like in the city. Okay?”

  “You got it. Later, babe.”

  “See you later, Aug.”

  Click.

  August rolled to her side again, grabbing the bag from the bedside table, and dropped her phone inside. She also grabbed her small kit, as she liked to call it, which was really just a small makeup bag with a few trial-sized hygiene items, a clean pair of panties, and extra cash as a just in case. She always kept it in her purse, whether she got stuck in an airport, or she had a night like the one before.

  It was good to be prepared.

  Or, that’s what her ma liked to say.

  Ada.

  Yeah, she had to call her mom, too. She promised to keep her updated on how she was doing in Chicago, otherwise her mother would get worked into a panic. With a mental note in her mind to do exactly that when she had time later in the day, she forced herself out of that comfortable bed as her bladder was making itself known, used the sheet on the bed to wrap around herself, and picked up the clothes that were now in a neat pile on the chair in the corner.

  Had Beni done that?

  He really was sweet.

  August made quick work of using the bathroom, noting how the vanity held a side for each man that lived in the apartment. She had to blink at the way their things had been set up on the counter—identical on each side, and all items in the same location.

  By the time she was done pulling on her clothes—including a clean pair of panties—splashing her face with water, brushing her teeth, and fixing the wrap in her hair as it was better to just keep it on for now, she heard the sizzling pop of bacon in a frying pan when she came out of the bathroom. She followed the aromas guiding her down the hallway until she came to stop in the entryway of the small apartment kitchen.

  The man at the stove with hi
s back to her, and black boxer-briefs riding low on his hips had her clearing her throat, and grinning a bit when he tensed at the stove. Ha. She had managed to sneak up on him.

  Well, at first she was amused.

  Then, he turned around.

  Cocking a brow at her, a man who looked like Beni with a spatula in his hand didn’t bother to hide the slow perusal of her standing in the doorway. It really was uncanny how much the twins looked alike. Clearly, they were identical, but she had met other twins before in her lifetime. Not all twins mirrored each other perfectly in everything from looks, to behavior. Sometimes, it was just an inch or two of height. Sometimes the color of the eyes would be slightly different. Or even the way their features rested in a neutral state.

  These twins, though?

  A woman could easily mistake one for the other, and not realize it.

  Except her, apparently.

  “Morning to you,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. “Wondered when you were going to crawl out of bed.”

  Not my bed, she noticed.

  How long would he pretend?

  Not for long, she decided.

  “Bene,” August greeted, not unkindly.

  His grin deepened, and while it didn’t feel mean ... she also thought it felt like this man didn’t like her, or perhaps, didn’t appreciate that she was here. A part of her doubted that the twins were unaccustomed to each other bringing women home for a night, so it couldn’t possibly be that. So, what was the problem?

  “How did you know it was me?” he asked.

  August pointed at the leather band.

  On his right wrist.

  “Someone let me know the secret.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Of course, they did.”

  A throat cleared behind August.

  And then a firm, “Bene.”

  She swung around so fast, the white walls, dark-stained cupboards, and stainless-steel appliances were nothing more than a blur. Behind her, she found Beni standing fully dressed, with a cupholder full of coffee in his hand. Yet, those weren’t the things that she noticed first.