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"Yes,tesoro, I'm sure you can, but you don't need to. I'm here." He slides an arm around my waist and leads me toward the terrace. It's funny how much more excited I am about spending some time alone with Christiano whereas I would have done anything to get away from Romano. They are brothers, both sinfully hot, yet completely different. And I know exactlywhich one I want to spend the rest of the night with, even if it's probably reckless. But that's a problem for tomorrow's Cara. Tonight, this bitch is having some fun.
I sink the rest of my drink and grab another one from a passing waiter.
My head is a little fuzzy but I'm still in control.
Kinda.
Chapter 3
Christiano
It's quiet on the terrace, just me and Cara. The night is warm with the scent of bougainvillea flowers and the sound of cicadas chirruping in the bushes. I take a seat on a stone bench and Cara drops down next to me. We're not quite touching but I can feel her all the same. It's like there are tiny fiber optic connections between us; each time she moves, small sparks flare.
Her tits are practically spilling out of the tight corset dress she wears and I'm sporting a semi, but thankfully it's too dark and unless she's got night vision, she won't be able to seethe bulge in my black pants. I'm not a completecane corno, unlike mystronzobrother.
"How long have you known Thalia?" I ask when I realize I don't know the first thing about this girl. Salvatore asked Romano to do a background check on her not long after he and Thalia got together, but it never crossed my desk.
"We met in high school. Neither of us fitted in really, so we became friends. She's my ride or die." She downs her drink and then turns to face me. "Romano said it's tradition for the maid of honor to sleep with the best man," she says, taking me by surprise.
"He did?" I want to kill my brother, strangle him with my bare hands. My rage is all-consuming. Then she adds, "But you're the best man too and I think some traditions are meant to be followed."
I'm speechless. Literally speechless. Cara is watching me closely, her pink lips curved up in a smile.
"So you're saying you want to..."
"Have sex with you? Yes!"
Women come on to me all the time, but this is different. She's different. And fuck me, I want her. But then she hiccups and I realize she's actually a lot drunker than I thought she was.
"Cara, I'm not sure this is a great idea, you've had a lot to drink..." I can hardly believe I'm shooting myself in the foot like this. I'm not a gentleman - far from it - but I don't want to takeadvantage of her. If this was Romano, he'd already have Cara on her back, which is why I need to make sure she's safe.
"I'm completely shober," she protests, a small frown crossing her face when she belatedly realizes I'm not taking her up on her offer.
"No, you're not," I mutter. "Come on, I think you need to go to bed."
"Oh yesh! I need you to take me to..." "bed!"
Cara is really not making this easy for me. I pull her up when I stand, and she plasters her curvy little body around mine. We fit together perfectly, even with the considerable height difference. She's like a gloriously sexy doll and I can picture how easy it would be to throw her around my bedroom, bending her into any position I like...yeah, bad idea. I was semi-hard before; now my dick feels like it's going to punch a hole through my pants.
I scoop her up in my arms, bridal-style, and carry her back to the house.
???
By the time we reach the guest wing, Cara is snoring gently while the party rages on in the distance. The bedroom she's been assigned looks like the scene of a home invasion. I can barely see the carpet for clothes. What the fuck? Considering she's been here for less than a day, she's made one helluva mess.Makeup covers every available surface in the bathroom, along with hair products and other girl shit.
I'm a tidy person by nature and the chaotic mess in here is giving me a migraine, but I do my best to ignore it and place her gently on the bed. She mumbles a bit but doesn't stir. The corset dress she's wearing won't be comfortable to sleep in, so even though it makes me feel like a creeper, I unzip it and pull it off her body. Of course, she's not wearing a bra, so her tits are exposed.
God, she has amazing tits. But I'm not here to ogle a sleeping woman, so I tuck her under the covers and make a start on tidying her room. Since I don't feel like heading back to the party, I may as well do something useful.
Forty minutes later, Cara's room is in order once again. She's still fast asleep, curled onto her side with her hair draped over the pillow. I'm not sure how much she's had to drink but I'm a little worried about leaving her alone. The door locks from the inside, but she can't flick the lock if she's asleep, and I can't lock it from the outside. The last thing I want is creepyZioEduardo to get any stupid ideas.
I tell myself it's for her safety when I strip down to my boxers and get into bed next to her. Once she wakes and is sober enough for me to leave her alone, I'll head back to my room. Until then, I'm just looking out for Thalia's best friend.
It's a completely selfless gesture.
Chapter 4
Cara
