AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What’s that?” I ask as she presses my shoulder back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. I wince at the sting from the gunshot wound.
I slide my hands up her thighs and firmly grip her hips, her needy pussy is already slick as she grinds against my cock. She kisses me briefly before peppering kisses down my chest, forcing her wet entrance away from my cock. It twitches at the loss of contact, wanting to be inside her again.
“You have a choice,” she says between kisses, her lips landing on my stomach. “I take your cock in my mouth right now, or you come to breakfast, and you get to put it wherever you want after.”
My head falls further into the pillow. “Breakfast.” I tilt my chin enough to look at her. “I’m hungry.” I drag Cat up my body and she yelps a laugh. “Starving, actually.”
She crawls the rest of the way up my body until her pussy is hovering over my mouth. “This is a sit-down breakfast. No to-go orders.”
As I grip her legs and pull her onto my mouth, she whimpers something in Italian, and I feast.
“You look well rested,”Gabriella tells Cat. “And you,” she points to me with her butter knife. “You seem to have worked up quite an appetite. Has the adrenaline worn off?”
I sputter a cough. “Excuse me, what?”
“From the car chase. Was it your first?” she asks, tossing a piece of fruit into her mouth.
“Oh, right. Yes. First for me.”
Cat has a huge family. Where I only have my younger sisters and my parents, Cat has several cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings… I’ll never be able to keep them all straight.
One of the brothers—or cousins?—asks, “How long are you staying in Italy for?”
“I don’t know,” I reply, as Cat says, “Six weeks.”
“But I was only supposed to be in Verona for six days,” I add.
She glares at me and clarifies, “He’s only here until our marriage looks believable.”
“You have a bit of work to do,” Andrea chuckles. “What happened to your face? You were so handsome when I met you.”
I rub the still sore spot where Cat hit me. Cat answers, “He called me Pussy Cat.”
Giovanni laughs, “Oh, she fucking hated that when she was a kid.”
“I still do,” she snaps back.
I smother a smile and avoid eye contact with her. Something about getting a rise out of her makes me want to do whatever it takes to see that fire in her eyes.
We finish breakfast and I lean in to whisper, “Are you sure you don’t want to be Pussy and Dick?”
She stomps on my toes and I can’t help but laugh. A small smirk tugs at her lips but she quickly schools her expression. While I know so little about this woman, one thing’s for certain: I’m not going back to California in six weeks.
CATARINA
“And where are you taking me?” Richard questions as I toss him the keys to the car. “Or where is it that I’m taking you?”
“More people than just my family need to see us together to believe that you’re my husband.” After seeing him at breakfast, Andrea is right, we have work to do. We both climb into the car and he begins driving it from the estate. “Besides you came to Italy to see more than one shitty trattoria toilet and my family’s estate.”
He reaches the end of the lengthy road into the estate before asking, “So, where to?”
“We’re going to a vineyard and the Museo di Castelvecchio.”
“And is that a left or a right?” He smirks and I suddenly realize that with him being from here, it might have been significantly easier if Idrove.
“Left,” I reply and continue to provide him directions until we arrive at the vineyard.
Reaching the sign, he shoots me a concerned glance. “Bernardi? Isn’t that the name of the guy?—”
