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“No, you—“
“Mr. Grassi told me to wait for you guys. I was stubborn. So, yes, the bruises are kind of my fault,” I told him. “But I don’t want to talk about that anymore,” I said, letting my hand drift up his stomach, chest, then around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me. “I want to do this instead,” I said, then sealed my lips to his.
I could actually feel the way the anger left his body at the contact, the tension releasing as his arms went around me—one around my lower back, the other at the back of my neck—holding me close as his lips slanted over mine, deepening the kiss.
“I told my mom we weren’t going to engage in any adult activities,” I told him when I broke away, the desire like a live wire through my body.
“Guess we’re just going to have to be real quiet then,” he said, picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, then leading me back to the bedroom.
We tumbled into the bed, a mess of limbs and love and desire, hands roaming, lips and tongues exploring, bodies coming together.
His hand slammed down over my mouth as he surged inside of me, silencing my moan against his palm as he started to move inside of me.
Slow, soft, and loving at first, but growing faster, wilder, with each passing moment until the pleasure overtook us completely, and we came hard together.
We stayed together afterward, bodies entwined, arms holding on tight.
“So you’re not having second thoughts?” he asked after a long stretch of silence.
“About what?” I asked, pulling back enough to look at his gorgeous face.
“About me,” he said, and I could hear the hint of vulnerability in his tone.
“No,” I said, tone firm. “Never,” I added for emphasis, wanting to wipe away any traces of uncertainty from him. “I’ve never been more sure of anyone or anything before in my life,” I told him. Because it was true. And because I wasn’t scared of my feelings for him, only the idea of losing them.
“Me either,” he confirmed, pressing his lips to mine.
It wasn’t long before his phone started beeping, forcing us to get up, get dressed, and move out of the bedroom.
There were visits from his brothers then.
Dante took the bleached nightgown, but left yet another cooked meal from, presumably, their mother, despite the fridge having several of them already.
Santo pulled Nino out into the hall for a private talk.
Then even Massimo dropped by, but their conversation seemed not to be about the situation with the kidnapping thing, and more about their youngest brother. Who seemed to be out of town without permission? I don’t know. But I figured someone would tell me that story eventually.
Then, finally, around dinner time, as the meal was reheating in the oven, my mother made another appearance, coming down with bed-messy hair and a soft smile as she looked at the two of us.
“Is that coffee fresh?” she asked, nodding toward my hands.
“Yes,” Nino said, grabbing her a cup.
“I need it. Last night is starting to feel like a bad acid trip,” she said, getting a surprised laugh out of Nino as he passed her the mug. “Not that I’ve done acid… much,” she added with a sly smile before sipping her coffee.
“Mother!” I said, half shocked, half, well, not. This was my mom after all. The woman who’d given me my first drink and my first joint because she wanted those experiences to be safe and for us to have open discussions about them.
“Before you were born,” she clarified. “Well, maybe once or twice afterward,” she admitted. “But only when you were safely somewhere else for the night. And purely for… adult fun experimentation,” she added, making a pained groan escape me. Surely she wasn’t talking about having sex while on acid in front of my very new boyfriend. But this was Sunshine Vanjoy, after all, so of course she was. “I haven’t had a hookup in a while, but I’m sure I could find you two some if you want to exp—“
“Oh, my God. Stop talking,” I groaned, my face feeling like it was on fire.
But she was enjoying this too much.
“I have waited a long, long time for Savannah to find herself a male friend, so I can embarrass her a little bit,” she admitted to him. “Have you heard about the pussy mural yet?” she asked.
If I thought I couldn’t feel more embarrassed, I was so, so wrong.
And to my horror, Nino chuckled.
