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“Sleep. You’re exhausted, we’re not in a rush here,” I say and in less than a minute I have her pressed against my chest and she is doing just that, and I find it impossible to do the same or to take my eyes from her sleeping frame. Vacation or not, I would normally be working, at least researching this evening, but that’s not what I plan to do. Instead, I send a text to Jay letting him know that I plan to take the night off to recover and I pull my princess closer, just holding her and losing myself to the fantasies playing in my mind about claiming her for the very first time.
* * *
When I wakein the morning she is still asleep, and I kiss her lips gently. She smiles in her sleep, and I have no idea why that makes me happy, but it does. I raise up slowly, grimacing at the pain in my side, and being careful so as not to wake her. I strip once I reach the bathroom, in need of a nice long shower. When the warmth of the water cascades around me I can’t help thinking about what she would look like in here with me, on her knees, the rain of the shower pelting against our skin as she sucks my cock. It’s that image that has me rubbing my pulsing member; long strokes, squeezing just so right. When I think of the princess in my bed, taking my length all the way to the back of her throat, moaning with pleasure as she sucks, it takes less than a few minutes before I am sending strand after strand of desire for the beautiful princess laying in her bed onto the shower floor, watching as the water gathers, and sends it swirling down the drain.
I’m left to catch my breath and try to recover from the intensity of my need for Marenah. I tilt my head back, letting the water rain over me as I come floating back to reality. No one has ever captured my attention like the long legged, blue-eyed blonde in the next room. I’ve never felt the sheer physical connection we have with anyone else. It’s an energy, so different that it’s hard to comprehend. I’ve heard about it before, but never once in my life experienced it, but now there is an intense need to make it a special night for my virginal princess.
I dry off stepping out of the shower, my head a little clearer, slide into my clothes and slip out of her bedroom, closing the door behind me managing not to wake her. In less than fifteen minutes, I’ve made the arrangements that I need, figured out how to make a pot of coffee with her stainless steel machine and am signed into the huddle that Jay has called.
“You know the offer I talked to you about last week? Apparently, Chase and Brian are more determined than ever to have our team take care of their entire family, including the Italian Family.”
The minute Chase Prestian married Katarina Meilers, the one and only daughter of the New York Italian Family head, things were always going to go down this way. We all knew we were protecting the daughter of the renowned crime boss, but we didn’t have a choice after Chase fell in love with Katarina. The irony is that we do now have a choice but the choice is to continue protecting Chase and his extended Italian Mafia family or not. I’m in. There’s no way I’ll leave Jenny unprotected. Katarina’s best friend, Jenny has become as close to family as I will ever have, like a little sister that I’ve always wanted, growing up in an orphanage and moved from foster home to foster home. The thought that I wouldn’t protect her and her family seems ludicrous to me, even though six months ago I might have told anyone asking me to protect the mafia, much less any family with connections to them to fuck the hell off. I’ve experienced first hand what some of the families are into, but while these men are far from angels they know where to draw the line and are good men.
“I’m in,” I say, and laugh out loud when I hear Jay’s sigh of relief on the phone.
“You wanna tell me what that was?” I ask.
“No, I just want to make sure everyone on the team is cool with this before we meet with Chase and Brian. We’ve got a great team, and I’m not looking to split it up,” Jay says.
“Agree. Negotiate the deal, we’ll be behind you,” I say.
“It may mean you need to fly into Italy to sign a contract. We’re on our way to Italy right now and should be there tomorrow evening. Can you make a meeting with Chase the day after tomorrow morning? He’s got plenty of room for everyone in the guest house,” Jay says.
“I’m just a few hours away. Send the document over, and I’ll take a look. In the meantime, I’ll have a flight plan drawn up that will put Marenah and me in Italy tomorrow night. I’ll send over the necessary info. Get it approved,” I say.
“Roger that,” Jay says.
I walk into the bedroom where my princess sleeps and shake my head. There’s no way I’m going to allow her to be in harm’s way, but the cruel reality is that I have to go to Italy. She can either come with me the easy way or the hard way.
7
MARENAH
I wake,stretching my body, sated with memories of Matt providing me with those amazing orgasms last night. The room is empty, but the drapes have been drawn open, and the sun is streaming in. I stretch again, lingering in my luxurious post-sexual bliss.
He walks into the room dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt and my thighs clench with desire, but he could have had me. I thought after what he did to me he would take me, but instead, he let me sleep, holding me in his arms. Still a virgin.
“Hungry, Princess? Breakfast is ready,” Matt says.
I nod, too choked up to say anything as he stares into my eyes. He takes my hand, pulls me up in bed, and kisses my lips. “Get ready and come to breakfast. I had it delivered while you slept,” Matt says, heading into the kitchen and leaving me to get freshened up before donning a robe and following. I find him laying out rolls at the bar. “Oh my God, Matt, Prez, whoever the hell you are. How did you know these are my absolute favorite! Let me smell,” I say with delight, picking up the freshly baked buns filled with bacon and onions. Do you know what these are?” I ask, waving the little homemade rolls around.
“Should I?” Matt asks, grey eyes watching me with amusement.
“Pierogi!” I say, tearing a piece of the pastry and putting it to his mouth. “Taste it.” Matt laughs at my enthusiasm and takes a bite, savoring the soft warmth of the bread, and delicious flavors. He murmurs his appreciation of the taste, and something unfamiliar in my chest tightens.
Matt walks behind me and pulls me close, guiding me to the dining room chair and pulls me down into his lap. He takes the roll from my hand and tears off a piece. “You like this Princess?” Matt asks, setting a portion of the freshly baked bread onto my lips. I have no clue why the fact that he didn’t take my virginity when he could have and instead is feeding me turns me on so much, but it does.
“So much,” I moan, my mouth full while my ass presses into the hard cock beneath me.
I finish chewing and love the way his eyes glaze over as he looks at me. “Can I ask you a question?” He nods, looking down at me. “Why didn’t you, you know finish with me last night? Is it because I’m too inexperienced?”
His eyebrows arc and his hand snakes under my hair before pulling me gently to just inches from his mouth. “You think I didn’t take you because you’re not experienced, Princess?” Matt asks.
I nod, because nothing else makes sense. Most men, at least the ones I’ve encountered would just take what they wanted and walk, just like my father, just like all the men in my sister’s life. I’ve never given them the chance to use me and dump me like that, but for some reason, I wanted the closeness, the intimacy with Matt and the fact that he didn’t want me in that way hurt more than I want to admit.
He pulls me closer rubbing his finger against my lip, as I feel his cock harden even more beneath me. “Don’t think that I didn’t want you, Princess. I want your first time to be special,” Matt says, his mouth descending, stroking the seam of my lips with his tongue, parting them to give him entrance.
He captures my tongue in an intimate dance, one that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover from. Never have I wanted a man like this, never have I wanted to feel this way about a man, but yet the uncontrollable magnetism is there, and it’s not diminishing, only getting stronger.
