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I pour myself a coffee from the drip machine, taking a sip as I stare at her over the top of the cup. I can’t take my eyes off her, even if I wanted to…which I don’t. Not now. Not ever.

And I could watch her even more if I join her for a workout in the gym, where we’d be alone. As good as that sounds I need to stay focused on the future, one that now clearly includes her…us. And that means taking care of the shit I have to do today.

Not to mention if I did join her for a little exercise, just watching her do the pre-workout stretch in those curve-hugging yoga pants would almost certainly cause my rock-hard cock to puncture a whole clean through my jeans.

Even more of a reason for me to blow off some steam…alone, before this damn pressure builds back up in my balls and I have to release again. And the next time that happens it won’t be until I’m buried to the hilt inside her, putting my first born in her belly.

Whether you know it or not, I’m coming for you girl…and you best be ready.

Chapter Four

Gina

Ineed to get out of the house. This whole thing has been weird. Is it normal for me to be so attracted to a man who is now sort of family? If he was any other guy it would be okay, but now we live together and he’s literally one room away from me so it’s not right…is it?

But when he walks into the kitchen in a tank top, all thoughts of anything familial go flying out the window, and how can they not with his bulging muscles, sexy V-taper torso and powerful legs?

I can’t get over this attraction, and when I tell my best friend Delia about the situation I’m in, all she can do is laugh at me. “Girl, at least you’re finally showing that you’re interested in men. I was starting to worry about you.”

I haven’t had a lot of boyfriends, and the ones I’ve dated for longer than a month or two just fizzled out once they found out I was waiting for a serious commitment before letting them get into my pants. Some of them even got mad about it. My body, my choice. Fuck them. But something about Gio…mmm. If I was ever going to break down and let a man pursue me properly, it would be him without a shadow of a doubt. Just with the short time we’ve known each other I already know there’s something about him, something different. He’s dangerous and mysterious and it’s a bad combination when it comes to my ability to keep my distance from him.

Music starts blasting downstairs. I know he’s working out. Images of his sexy as hell body flexing and grunting and moving are quickly accompanied by the real-life sound of him hitting something with reckless abandon.

The man’s an animal, no doubt, although that kiss did go a long way in showing me that he can be affectionate too.

I’ve already heard all the rumors of course. As soon as my girlfriends found out who my mother was dating they all pulled up every morsel they could get on the family.

Moving into Gio’s dad’s house seemed like a good idea in its own regard, and being that it’s closer to my college it made it an easy decision. But now? That decision is suddenly showing potential unintended consequences…or are the opportunities in disguise?

It’s too much to process right now and I need to let loose some of my pent-up frustration with this whole situation.

The club. I know it’s the best place to do exactly that, and hanging with the girls will definitely take my mind off things.

But my mind immediately goes racing back to Gio as he walks into the kitchen to pour a glass of water before heading upstairs, having just finished his workout and all those muscles of his covered in a sheen of sweat, his tank top soaked as well.

Damn he looks good.

Only a few seconds after he scales the stairs two at a time, I hear the shower running. Tapping my foot I try and deny what I want, but I can’t resist. Huffing out a lungful of air and giving into temptation I head to my room.

Fantasies are running around in my head. Even though I’m still a virgin, I can’t help but wonder what he would do to me if I slid into the bathroom and stripped down, slipping into the shower with him. I wonder how big he is down…there.

Managing to give him his space, he’s done in the bathroom in rapid fashion. How do guys do it?

Who cares? What really matters is that now, without thoughts of his Greek God body naked in the shower mere feet from me, I can concentrate on unpacking and then get ready for a nice night out.

I call up Delia to set up tonight, and of course can’t resist giving her a little info in regards to what’s going on under my new roof. Of course she tells me to throw caution to the wind and go for it. According to her, the fact that we live in the same house only makes things more convenient, not that it’s an obstacle of any sort, which she points out relentlessly.

She’s the type of girl that doesn’t let a little rain ruin her parade. Instead, she’d sell umbrellas and get rich. The girl has a winning solution for everything…even when I wish she wouldn’t.

Time flies as I maneuver through my day and once the sun goes down I prepare for a night out. Before long I’m arriving at the club, which is already bouncing. I give all my friends a hug and the promoter spots us and makes a beeline straight for our group.

Almost before he’s introduced himself he’s ushering us toward the door, letting us bypass the entire line thanks to the attractiveness of a couple of my friends. It also doesn’t hurt that we’re all young and in tight dresses.

But I didn’t wear this dress for the boys at the club. I wore it for the owner who I hope is here tonight.

Gio.

It’s no secret his family owns this club, although I have no idea if he’ll be here himself tonight, in the flesh.

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