La Cosa Nostra, This Thing of Ours

by Amie Nichols

  "You are so beautiful, you know. I watched you sleep for a while in my bed, and I can't believe I am telling you this. It was like a dream, something I've wanted since I've met you."

  "Me unconscious in your bed?" I laugh, taking a piece of bread.

  "No," he laughs, "just you in my bed. Of course, in my dream I am there with you." He gives me his half grin that makes my insides mush. "Do you want some more?" He points to my bowl, now almost empty.

  "Only if you eat with me."

  He takes my bowl and fills it up then gets himself some. He comes around sitting next to me and we are silent while we eat.

  "I want you to spend the night here," he blurts out fast like it has been on the tip of his tongue. "Not because of why you think," he says just as fast when I look up at him. "Selina said you should be watched for twenty-four hours. I won't try anything, and I will sleep in the chair." He continues to make his point, like he wants to get it all out before I have time to object. It's all so sweet, how he is so concerned for my well-being and is tiptoeing around the large elephant in the room, the one that is both of us wanting the other one so bad it hurts.

  Just last night he had his hands on another girl, but right now that is the farthest thing from my mind. He is being a complete gentleman, so nurturing and caring.

  "Okay," I agree, giving him a smile.

  "Really?" he sighs, "I thought this was going to be a big argument. I didn't want to have to knock you out again... " he stops mid-sentence which makes me start to laugh hysterically.

  "It's okay, Liam, it's funny shit. Your chest gave me black eyes. It was a complete accident." We both are laughing really hard and I lean over putting my hand on his chest. The contact of his bare skin makes us both stop laughing and he looks down at my hand. I can feel his heartbeat, the pace picking up matching mine. I swallow hard, looking into his eyes.

  Our lips crash frantically as all the pent up lust is let loose like a tidal wave, our tongues searching each other's mouths and teeth clashing. He is off the stool, wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist and my hands are in his hair, fisting his soft locks. No words are said, just very heavy breathing as he carries me to the sofa.

  Sitting down, he has me straddle his lap, his hands going under my shirt. I feel him hard under me through the thin material of his sweats and my yoga pants.

  "Jesus, Petal, tell me to stop," he moans into my mouth. I don't, I just kiss him harder, my hips gyrating my center against his cock. He lifts up the sweatshirt over my head, breaking our kiss for just a moment. When it is free I have my hands on his face, kissing him again, my tongue not able to get enough of the taste of him. His hands move under my sports bra pulling it up over my head.

  "Beautiful, you are absolutely beautiful." His hands go to cup my breasts, his lips grazing my nipples. "So soft and beautiful, just like a flower," he moans, kissing the swell of my breasts moving to my nipples lightly sucking.

  "Liam," I moan, arching my back, pushing myself into him. His kisses move up my neck to my jaw where he takes my lips. Holding on to my hips, he pulls me into him so my center is pushed into his hard cock. I lace my fingers in his hair, kissing him hard. Searching, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

  "Jesus, Harper, you are driving me insane," he groans into my mouth. My hands go down his stomach and I feel him tremble under my touch.

  "I want you, baby. I want you now," I demand, moving my hips frantically against him.

  "Okay, Petal, you have me, all of me," he growls between kisses. I stand long enough to remove my yoga pants and panties. As he watches intensely with those dark eyes, he slides his sweats off followed by his boxer briefs, freeing his rigid, extremely large cock. I'm crawling back on his lap when he stops me, reaching into the drawer by the couch he pulls out a foil wrapper.

  I watch with wide eyes as he rolls the condom over himself.

  "Come here," he growls, grabbing my arm to help position me on top of him. When he is at my entrance I slowly lower myself. He lets me control the pace, and it is a tight fit. "Petal, you are so fucking tight and wet. You feel like paradise." His head goes back as I lower myself even further, his hands go to my ass to help guide me up and down his amazing hardness.

  "Fuck, this feels so good, I want you all the way," I whimper as I try to put him in farther.

  I wrap my arms around his neck. I need him to do this. "Baby, take me now, please."

  He lifts me, laying me on the couch so he is between my legs. He pushes farther, causing me to scream from the invasion. He backs out immediately, but I grab his ass to push him into me.

  "Petal, you are so tight. I don't want to hurt you," he protests pulling out of me more.

  "I want you. Please, Liam," I beg, bucking my hips to meet his tiny thrusts.

  "You'll have all of me, but not right now. Trust me, I want it, too. You are not making this easy for me, Petal," he says, keeping his movements shallow, going in just so far. There's resistance and he won't go past it. I have to have all of him. It is like a carnal urge I can't explain.

  "Now, please do it now," I yell, clawing at his back to bring him closer. All his willpower gone, he impales me all the way. The pain sears through me causing me to scream out.

  "I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Horrified at the sound I just made, Liam leaves me, setting back on the couch. I scramble up and onto his lap again. His eyes are watery. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

  "Baby, it was a good pain. Now finish what you started." I move to position myself on him again slamming my hips down so he is in all the way. This time the scream is all pleasure.

  "God, you are amazing," he breathes in my ear, holding me tight to his chest as he works his hips to thrust in and out of me. "I'm going to come!" he moans in my ear, his breath heavy with excitement, our bodies sweaty against each other. My breasts smash against his chest as he holds me to him so hard, like he's afraid I will float away.

  "Me too, God, me too, baby," I whimper, my face buried in his neck.

  "Say my name when you come, Petal," he orders. His thrusts quicken so deep inside me I feel like I'm going to burst. Just when I think I can't take it, pleasure tears through me.

  "Liaaaaam," I scream.

  "Oh God, yes!" he groans as he releases into me, his chest heaving under me. We stay just like that, as close as two bodies can be together, our breathing heavy.

  "Am I out of your system now?" I whisper against his neck, kissing it between every word.

  "Fuck no," he chuckles softly, "fuuuuuuck no."

  Chapter 13

  Liam carries me to his bed and lays me down gently then gets in, holding me tight.

  "This is my dream, Petal," he coos softly, his lips against my temple.

  "Why do you call me Petal?"

  "It just came to me. You're soft and beautiful like a flower, yet strong and hard like a bike," he says softly, it takes me a moment to understand what he is referring to.

  "So are you calling me PeTal, or PeDal?" I laugh, lifting my head to see his face. He lets out a chuckle then slaps my ass lightly.

  "Are you going to break my heart?" I ask softly against his chest.

  "I promise to never break your heart," he answers sincerely.

  "You know you can't promise that," I call him out.

  "All I know is that I never want to break your heart. In fact, I think I would be murderous if anyone ever tried to hurt you." He is rubbing his hands up and down my back. "Are you going to break my heart?"

  "I promise to never break your heart," I repeat his words.

  "Will you spend the day with me tomorrow?" he asks sheepishly.

  "I would, but I need to study. I've already lost a whole day of spring break."

  "You can study here," he offers quickly.

  "Don't you have a job to go to?" I lean up on my elbow so I can see his face. He starts to play with my hair that is hanging over my shoulder.

  "I can work here while you study."

  "I don't
have a toothbrush," I throw at him.

  "You can use mine," he answers with gusto.

  "How many girls have you let use your toothbrush?" The thought actually makes me queasy. Not the thought of using his toothbrush, because I think it's actually kind of hot that he offered. The thought of knowing how many girls he has actually offered it to is a question I'm not sure I want to know.

  "Honestly, none." He puts his arm behind his head to prop himself up a little.

  "Okay, then how many girls have you slept with in this bed?" I don't know why I ask because it is definitely not an answer I want to know.

  "Including you?" He acts like he is thinking hard. "One."

  "Lies!" I screech at the ridiculous answer that I know cannot be true.

  "In this bed, in this apartment, it is only you," he says not even blinking an eye.

  "Did you just move here?" I laugh at the absurd lie he is telling me.

  "Three years ago. I have never brought a girl here before, never wanted to until you, Petal." He is not even laughing, he is dead serious.

  "You had a condom in the side table in the living room." No one is that prepared if they are not intending on needing it. This makes him laugh.

  "It dropped out of my wallet, like, two months ago. I saw it the next day and just threw it in there because the cleaning lady was coming. It was a happy coincidence." If he is lying to me right now he is doing a damn good job because I believe him. I'm still leaning on my elbow watching the very satisfied look on his face as I try to think of another reason.

  "Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?" Let's see if I can find out anything about the rumors everyone is so curious about.

  "Have you ever had a serious boyfriend?" Just like on the phone, he turns the conversation back on me.

  "I've told you, my only boyfriend was in high school. Why don't you like to talk about your past?" I dare to delve deeper.

  "Because there is nothing to talk about," he grates and I feel his body tense up. I decide to drop it and go back to the reasons I can't stay here tomorrow.

  "I don't have any clean clothes," I say to lighten the mood, lying down on my back.

  "You don't need clothes." He rolls over now propped up next to me. His hand moves down my stomach and he grabs my hip bone squeezing it making me laugh.

  "I have to work tomorrow." I squeal as he tickles me more.

  "Nope, you have a concussion and two black eyes." His lips brush my forehead then he lightly kisses each eye.

  "I probably wouldn't get many tips like this would I?" I push on his chest so he falls on his back and crawl on top of him straddling his thighs. My hair falls forward, brushing his face.

  "You would still get tips," he says, his eyes getting darker.

  "If I unbuttoned a few more buttons, they wouldn't even look at my eyes," I laugh.

  "I don't think so." He doesn't laugh. "Mine." He wraps his arm around my waist, sitting up he kisses each breast lightly. I feel him hard under me again. Reaching up, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear then cups my jaw and takes my lips. Slowly he kisses my upper lip then my lower lip. "This is all mine," he says again, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck to pull me in.

  "Yes," I moan between frenzied breaths.

  "Yes what, Petal?" He pulls lightly on my hair to make me look in his eyes.

  "Yours." I try to kiss him, but he holds me back.

  "What's mine?" His gaze is so intense, eyes dark and chest heaving.

  "Me, I'm yours," I groan. He finally lets me loose so I can kiss him again. My hands are in his hair, his lips kissing and sucking down my neck. I feel him just at my entrance so hard and I want him so bad. I move my hips trying to get him to enter me.

  "Wait, I need to get a condom," his breath heavy on my ear as he fights my hips. He moves me off him gently then scrambles off the bed to get his wallet on the dresser.

  "Hurry, baby." I'm lying on my back with the tip of my index finger between my teeth. It doesn't take him but a second to be crawling back on the bed after he rolls the condom on.

  "My God, you are fucking beautiful," he growls deeply, low in his throat. Grabbing my legs, he pulls them apart, holding one up in the crook of his arm he impales his cock into me. The instant rush of pain and pleasure makes me scream, my back arches, and my head goes back into the mattress.

  His lips are on my exposed throat kissing their way up to my jaw then to my lips, our tongues anxious to be in each other's mouths as he moves in and out of me.

  "Liam, I'm going to fucking come," I cry, feeling like my eyes are going to roll back in my head the pleasure is so great.

  "Yes, Harper, it's mine. Your orgasm is mine," he groans through gritted teeth.

  As if our bodies are in tune to each other, we come at the same time. Liam falls on me, his breathing rigid by my ear, our bodies moving together with each hard breath as we fight for air. No words are spoken again. Liam removes the condom, throwing it away before he takes me in his arms, holding me tight. I fall asleep fast and sleep like I never have before.

  Chapter 14

  I wake up early the next morning still wrapped tight in Liam's arms. I wiggle loose and he only stirs a little, turning over on his stomach. I sit up and admire the muscular, tan, Italian god sleeping so soundly. I'm very slow and quiet getting out of bed, so as to not wake him, and shut the bathroom door as softly as I can. After using the bathroom, I find Liam's toothbrush and toothpaste. I stare at my still naked self in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I still have black eyes, but it looks more like I am wearing a dark eye shadow and some very heavy eyeliner. There are a couple of hickeys on my breasts and belly. Don't remember him doing that.

  I decide to take a shower using his expensive men's shampoo and body wash. He has nothing girly anywhere in this apartment. I grab one of the giant towels on the shelf next to the shower. Wrapping it around me, I search the drawers for a comb. It takes me a while to get the tangles out of my hair. I definitely had some just-fucked hair.

  Not knowing what else to do because I have no clothes, I go back in the bedroom with the towel still wrapped around me. Liam hasn't moved from the position I left him in forty-five minutes ago. I sit cross-legged next to him on the bed, lightly running my fingers up and down his back.

  He stirs with a happy type moan, rolling over onto his back. His eyes are half open and the second he sees me I get a huge smile.

  "I could get used to this," he says with a yawn.

  "Get used to what?" I ask, now lightly rubbing his chest.

  "Waking up to your beautiful face." Sitting up, rubbing his eyes, he takes my hand and kisses the palm. He gets to his feet and walks toward the bathroom. "Don't go anywhere, Petal. I will be right back," he orders. I enjoy the view of his tight ass as he walks away.

  I sit there for a moment, when I hear the shower running. Time for a little snoopy snoop. Hopping off the bed, I open his bedside drawer. I half expect to see dildos and condoms, but there are just a few magazines, some books, and some chapstick.

  Next, I wander over to a giant dark wood dresser. The more I look around this apartment, the more I believe that no girl has ever spent time here. He has one picture on the dresser. It's of a beautiful woman with his same dark skin and jet black hair. By the looks of the picture it seems to have been taken in the early 80's. With the clothes she is wearing and the style of her hair, it is definitely and old picture. She is smiling at the camera and holding her belly. She's pregnant, not very far along, but there is a definite baby bump. This must be his mother when she was pregnant with him. It's very sweet that this is the only picture I have seen so far in this apartment.

  I think back to what Sarah had said about not asking about Sal's wife, Liam's mother. Can I ask now that we have slept together, or will I be shut down? I don't even know how old Liam is. If I had to guess, I would say thirty-one or thirty-two. Maybe this is some information I should find out.

  Age is not a big deal to me, but me being 23, I'm sure my family would
not like the age difference. I still hear the shower, so I decide to check out the very large walk-in closet. Hanging on one side is an array of expensive suits and a shelf with every color of tie you can imagine. On the other side is jeans, jeans, and more jeans, all expensive name brands, with dress shirts of all kinds hanging. Then there are shelves and shelves of t-shirts, followed by what have to be a hundred pairs of shoes ranging from shinny dress shoes, sneakers, and flip flops. How can one man ever wear this many clothes?

  Looking down I see my gym bag. I never actually asked him if he had brought it in, he never offered either. I hunch down in front of it, knowing I have a complete set of clothes. Since I always take a shower after my workout, I was going to go straight to the library from the gym.

  I stare at the bag for a while, I really do need to leave and get some studying done. On the other hand, I really do want to stay here for the day. Either way I should get dressed. I unwrap the towel, letting it fall to the floor. Just then I hear the shower shut off and hurry to get dressed. Before he is out of the bathroom, I make it into the kitchen. I really need some coffee.

  While I am searching the cupboards for coffee, I hear Liam panicked.

  "Harper?" he yells, coming down the hall only wrapped in a towel at the waist, just below that delicious V-cut that makes me stupid. When he sees me there is immediate relief on his face.

  "What?" I answer him, hoping there is not drool running down my chin at the sight of him.

  "I don't know. I just hoped you hadn't left." He comes into the kitchen, standing behind me wrapping his arm around my waist. Pulling me to him, he buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply. "I told you to stay put," he whispers next to my ear. "I see you found your bag." I can't see his face, but if I had to guess by his tone he is disappointed.

  "I have to confess, I'm a snooper," I admit, turning my head to see his face. His eyes are closed as he nuzzles into me.

  "You, my Petal, can look wherever you want," he says not opening his eyes, just holding me tight to him like he is getting as much contact as he can. "Please say you will stay with me today," he coos lightly, kissing the shell of my ear.