Bellissimo Fortuna (Beautiful Fortune) (26 page)

“Smartass,” he smacks my ass as he walks by.

“Hey, hands of the merchandise.”

“I wasn’t offered a proof of purchase.”

“I don’t take payment plans.”

He gets real close to my face, “Don’t offer what you aren’t going to back up. Lay out your terms right now and I’ll meet them.” Holy shit, I think I just came. I mean, it has been two long years and his breath is like a bullet. Right to the clit and sends vibrating pulses through your body. I swallow and step back. “Yeah, I thought so, baby.” Jesus, I’m playing with the master.

I make quick work of bathing our son and then carry him to the living room with all his stuff. “See you shortly.” I make sure I have everything I need, including the bottle of wine I stashed in here earlier. I’m not coming out until Bianca is knocking at the door.

I loofah, shave, exfoliate, pluck, apply, take off, reapply, curl, straighten and recurl. I’m wearing a one-piece strapless shorts set that is rather short, and when I pair it with a pair of heeled sandals I almost wolf whistle at myself. I hear the door open and Bianca’s voice. Chugging down the rest of my wine I hurry out grabbling my purse on the way to the kitchen.

“Hot damn, mamma, you look hot,” Bianca draws attention to me.

“Oh, fuck no.” Is he kidding right now?

“Alright, let’s roll Bianca. You driving?”

“Of course, this is your first night out in how long? I think I hear some lemon drops calling your name.”

“Oh, fuck no.” He repeats. I wonder if he is stuck on that phrase, maybe if I pop him in the back of the head he will jump forward to the pacing and forbidding part of the evening.

“Bianca, can you give us a minute?” His jaw tight, his eyes smoldering and he runs his tongue over his lips to wet them.

“Nah, I’m good here.” I can’t help but laugh. He shoots her a look and strides until he is right up on me, and I mean right up on me, touching me with the entire length of his body. I step back but he catches me around my waist.

“Nice plan, Callie. Now, I raise you. Come back here somewhat sober and I promise I will own that ass tonight. You let me know how you’re gonna play this and I’ll be right here.” He runs his nose up the side of my face, and my eyes flutter close. He gets to my ear and whispers, “Want to wager?” I stupidly nod yes. “You get back here before one and I’ll have you on your back, legs by my ears and my tongue so deep in your pussy within five minutes of you walking in that door.”

“A-and if I’m late?”

“Plan on sucking my cock for a very long time.” See that right there isn’t a fair wager. No matter how you look at it, I can’t lose. He lets his hands glide down from my waist to right under my ass and strokes for a few minutes, each time his fingers getting closer to my core. “See you . . . soon.” He smiles at me.

I stumble outside, “Holy fuck, Callie. That’s my brother and even I can admit that was fucking hot as hell. Why are we going out?”

“Because I need alcohol to figure out if I’m going to be on my back or my knees tonight. Now come on.”

Chapter 31

Bronson

I knew eventually she would give up on this game. I had to prove to her I wasn’t leaving. Maybe buying a house was over the top, but I promised her I’d do whatever it took. I hate that I still see doubt in her gorgeous eyes, but tonight I will try my hardest to alleviate that. Her love was never a question, not after listening to her, but her trust is what’s holding her back. I’m a man of action, not words, so I pulled out all the stops the past two weeks.

Part of me doesn’t want to go back to Miami, but I love my job. The time spent as a family has been everything to me and I won’t give it up. Sure there are issues, but aren’t there in every relationship? I glance at the clock. How the hell is it only ten o’clock? She’s been gone for an hour and I’m still hard. My first instinct was to forbid her to go out, then I realized that was what she was expecting, and it would have given her another opportunity to fight with me, use her anger as a defense, so I changed tactics on her and I’ll be damned if she didn’t respond.

So I wonder which option she will take? Either way I’m tasting her tonight, so really she is just determining if I have my dick in her mouth or not. I grab a beer and sit back to watch the game and pass the time until she comes home. Twelve forty nine and doorknob jiggles. I hear her giggle and I smile. She wants my mouth and that she will get . . . and I don’t give a fuck if she is sober or not. I stand and adjust myself. Once she gets through the door, I pounce. She squeals and then throws her hand over her mouth so she doesn’t wake our son up. I meet her gaze and the passion shining in them about tips me over. I have approximately four minutes left so I waste not a second. I drape her over the couch so her legs are dangling over the side and remove her shoes. I give her a rough kiss, opening her mouth with my tongue and I plunge it inside of her mouth just like I’m about to do her pussy. I grab the top of her outfit and pull it down in one movement catching her panties on the way down. Three minutes to go. I pull away from her mouth and drag my tongue down the middle of her body straight to her dripping core. I meet her eyes and suck her clit into my mouth. “Aaah,” she moans.

I lick her from her clit to her opening and stab my tongue in lapping up all her juices. Reaching my arms up I throw each leg over my shoulders and then drag them back up her body to tweak her hardened nipples. “Fuck,” she says.

“Later, baby.” I murmur against her pulsating clit. She begins grinding her hips against my face, riding me. I make my way back to her opening and dive back in. I eat like she is my last fucking meal and she tumbles over grabbing a throw pillow to cover her scream. I’m not done. I bring her back down gently and then shove two fingers deep inside her and begin pumping them in and out. Pressing the palm of my hand against her clit so she gets some friction when she begins fucking my hand. I need to taste her again so I nibble and lick around my fingers. So damn addicting, and I’ve missed this. I unbutton and unzip my pants and let my cock spring free. I watch her face, and when she explodes again, I wish I had a camera to capture her.

Pulling her up I turn and sit on the couch bringing her down on me and push up inside of her. I stop to get my bearings but she doesn’t. Placing her hands on my shoulders she raises up and eases back down, squeezing my dick with her muscles on the way back down. I grab her hips and push her all the way down on me. She hisses, “Yes.” I fuck her with earnest, sweat dripping down my face and chest but she is right there with me. For each thrust up, she meets me coming down. Our pelvic bones grinding on each other once I’m all the way in and then starting all over again. I feel the tingling at the base of my spine and know I’m close.

I pick up the tempo and force of my thrusts and watch her face as she comes all over me and I follow over. She immediately falls forward, her hair creating a blanket on my chest and sticking to me. I’m still pulsing inside her and feel the ripples of aftershocks inside her. “Now, I guess I can go to Miami.” She laughs.

“There was never any doubt.”

“Bronson,” she whispers in the side of my neck. “I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“We had the world in our hands two years ago and couldn’t make it work, what’s different now?”

“We’ve come full circle. We’ve loved and we’ve lost. Now we just love again.”

“Promise?”

“Swear.” I brush her hair back from her face and place my lips on her temple and I inhale when she exhales, like we are one.

“Okay,” she says.

“Does your okay mean the definition of the word or is it like my okay?”

“Can we talk in the morning?” My girl is sleepy.

“Yes.” I carry her to the bed and climb in behind her. I look around the darkened room lit only by the moonlight and see her tucked against me and my son sleeping in the crib in the corner. Knowing I have this, I won’t make the mistake and lose it. This is my everything.

“Can you tell me about Amy?” I thought she was asleep.

“Now?”

“Yes. It really bothers me she knew so much, that you shared some of our most intimate times.”

“I didn’t.” Wrong thing to say.

Her temper flares as she sits up. “Did she have a fucking crystal ball?” My fiery red head.

“No but she had a relative named Marco.” I see the second that sinks in. She deflates right beside me her head dropping to my chest, kissing right above my heart.

“Fuck, does it ever stop. Is there no end with this?”

“Yes. Right here, right now. We let go of it all, we concentrate on our love, our family and let the past pain go. Are you willing?”

“Are you going to bet me again?”

I laugh, “You name the terms.”

“Love me.”

“That’s already a given. Anything else?”

“Don’t ever say okay to me, again.”

“Sure,” she groans when I answer.

“I have a feeling that means the same thing in your world.”

“Baby, this,” I sweep my arm over her and towards Angelo, “is my world.”

“Good. Now can I go to sleep?”

“Yes, Callie. But first tell me you love me and give me a kiss.”

“Tyrant,” I smack her ass. “You love me.” And she kisses my lips and goes to sleep. I can promise life will never be dull with her.

Our move was relatively easy, some tears from my mom, but I think we have talked her into moving. Bianca is moving down in a few months, she got a teaching position at the high school, god help those kids. Callie is going to wait another year or two before applying. I don’t care if she ever works, but if it’s important to her I’ll support it.

Epilogue

Bronson

6 months later

It is two o’clock in the morning, so who the fuck is pounding on my door? I slip out of bed and pull the door closed behind me and make sure Angelo’s door is shut on my way to kick whoever’s ass is waking me up. I check the peephole and Dakota is on the other side. Judging from the way he is slumped against the doorjamb, he is drunk.

I pull open the door and catch him as he falls in. “What the fuck?” He’s a mess, but this was an important night for me and he witnessed it. The most important moment of my life thus far was slipping the engagement ring back on Callie’s finger and having her say yes. Where did he go in the two hours since?”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, tell me why you are drunker than hell and banging on my door. I have a kid, man.” He laughs.

“I know, I just never thought I’d hear those words after Callie left. Damn, you are one lucky son of a bitch.” Yes, I know.

“What are you rambling on about?”

“How’d you do it? How’d you make her love you after you fucked up?”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing recently.” He won’t meet my eyes.

“Are we talking about my sister?”

“Yep,” he slurs that simple word.

“Am I going to hit you?”

“Probably.”

“Not tonight. I’m gonna make sure you feel it, and you’re too drunk for pain to register. Now, tell me.”

“See, I asked her to be my girl. Finally, after all the dicking around.”

“That’s not so bad.”

“Then I fucked her roommate within the hour,” I lied. I’m hitting him tonight.

Common Phrases in this Book (English translation)

Figlio- Son

Figlia- Daughter

Papa- Father

Sempre-Always

Tuo per sempre- Yours forever

Sempre tu- Always you

il mio tutto- My everything

Bellissimo- Beautiful

Semper Amemus- Our love is forever

Caro- Dear

l’amore conquista tutto- Love conquers all

Playlist

All About Us- He is We

Fall For You- Secondhand Serenade

2Become1- Jewel

Girl Crush- Little Big Town

Masterpiece- Jessie J.

Acknowledgements

This is always the hardest part to write for me . . . always afraid I’m going to leave someone out.

My betas: THANK YOU! Without your input, you calling me out on shit, and letting me know when you love something I couldn’t be half the author I am.

Stephie: MAD LOVE . . . we call it flove. You’re my rock, my long lost sister, my surgery patient, my friend. I love that most of our time we can start off a sentence with “Remember when” . . . here’s to a lifetime more memories.

My Sassy Sweethearts: With each new release, each task, each day I ask your opinions- you’re all there with encouraging words, silly pictures, and overall love. Thank you so much.

Bloggers- Each and every day you spend tirelessly promoting, sharing, and reviewing our blood, sweat, and tears. You have a thankless job, so I’m saying thank you!

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