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“He’s awake?”
“He woke up two days ago. He didn’t want anyone else to know until he was sure that he could sit up and talk to people properly.”
My stomach twists and I set the ice cream to the side. As I slide off the counter, all I can think about is the apology that I’m going to be giving to Matteo when I see him.
I take a deep breath before heading straight for Matteo’s room.
When I walk into the room, he is sitting up in bed. He’s showered and dressed, no evidence that he was ever shot visible. Matteo smiles and pats to the bed beside him. I sit beside him and lean back into the pillows, stretching my legs out in front of me.
“You two need to stop blaming yourselves and get over your shit,” Matteo says, not bothering with any sort of pleasantries.
“Well, hello to you too.”
“I’m serious, Brielle. You both need to get your shit together and stop wallowing in your own misery. You’re good for each other.”
“I know.”
“Good. Then promise me that you’re not going to give up on him. He might be an ass at times, but he loves you more than anyone else. Hell, I didn’t think he was capable of loving anyone until he met you, so don’t give up on him.”
I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. “I won’t.”
“Good.” Matteo points to the door. “Now, he’s waiting to go for a walk with you. Both of you need to say you’re sorry and move on.”
I get out of bed and head for the door. He’s right. Salvatore and I can’t keep playing the blame game. The situation with my parents was going to happen either way, even if we had never met.
Feeling better than I have in the last couple days, I head downstairs to meet Salvatore.
* * *
We don’t talk muchon the way to the little lake cabin. Salvatore keeps his hands in his pockets and stares straight ahead, looking like he’s fine when the tension nearly suffocates me.
“I’m sorry that I pushed you too hard to be okay,” I say as we stop at the door to the cabin. Salvatore unlocks it and opens the door.
“We both haven’t been the most understanding people to each other. I pushed you away when I should have been leaning on you. I should have been there for you to lean on me.”
“Are we alright?” I ask, looking up at him as my heart hammers in my chest.
Salvatore loops his arms around my waist and pulls me against him. “Yes. At least, I think we are. I love you, and I’m going to try harder to do better in the future.”
“Me too.” I link my hands together behind his neck, his soft hair brushing against the tips of my fingers. “I love you so much.”
His smile makes my heart stop. It’s the kind of smile that erases every other problem in the world for that moment.
When his mouth descends on mine, claiming it in a searing kiss, I know that everything is going to be great between us. It will never be perfect, but what relationship is?
I run my hands down his body, slipping them beneath his shirt, needing to feel him. I rake my fingers down his chest and reach for the button on his pants. Salvatore groans as he pulls away from the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head.
Our clothes land on the floor in a heap as we stumble inside the cabin. By the time we stumble our way to the couch, we’re both naked, aching, and needing each other.
Salvatore sits on the couch, pulling me into his lap. His hardened cock presses against my pussy as his mouth roams down my neck to my breasts.
I groan as his fingers grip my hips. As I grind against his cock, careful not to sink onto him, the tension starts to build. Every pass of my clit over his cock has me aching for more.
He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as I line up his cock with my entrance. My pussy squeezes him tight as I roll my hips, driving him deeper.
As he switches nipples, teasing me, I arch my back and ride him. He uses his grip on my hips to guide me faster. My orgasms comes hard and fast, coating his cock in my wetness as I rock my hips faster.
“Fucking yes, Brielle. Ride my fucking cock. Make yourself come again,” he groans and wraps my hair around his fist, pulling my head back. His mouth moves over the sensitive flesh of my neck.
