The Beauty and the Brawler (14 page)

***

          She wouldn’t laugh in his face. Nope. She refused to laugh in his face. Oh, but the moment she was alone...

          “It...it was horrible...” Luciano had a crazed look in his eyes as he rocked back and forth on the tiled floor of his bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, his hair damp and curling around his shoulders as it shined under the lighting. “All I saw was Sunny’s ass...just moving...over and over again...”

          “Luc,” Samara said softly, biting her lip. “I really need you to get off the floor and act like a big boy for me, ’kay?”

          “But you don’t know my pain!”

          “Wonderful...now we have bellowing...”

          “You don’t know the things I saw in there!”

          She had to look someplace else. She had to or she’d lose it. She’d lose it, and there’d be no repairing the obvious mental damage her humongosaur was enduring. He was right, though. Samara
didn’t
know what he’d seen. But she
would
be calling her sister later to find out.

          Luciano had barreled into his townhome and hauled past her up the stairs, stripping out of his clothes and screaming, “I need to get clean! I need to get clean!” He’d whimpered through his whole shower, repeatedly saying, “It won’t come off...no matter how hard I scrub...it just won’t come off....”

          To say Samara was concerned would be an understatement. But she
had
warned him about busting into Sansone’s home without announcing himself first. Now it seemed he’d found out what she’d suspected for months—their siblings were sleeping together. Big surprise there.
Not.

         
“Baby,” she tried again. “Let’s just go and cuddle and maybe—”

          “Don’t touch me!” He pointed at her. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

          Samara shrugged. “I told you to learn the value of calling first or knocking but
no...”

         
“He’s been celibate
forever,
how was I supposed to know the
one
time I’d catch him...it’d be with...with...”

          “Nyssa?” she supplied helpfully.

          Luciano whimpered again. “I just want it scrubbed from my mind.”

          “Too late for that, humongosaur.”

          “I don’t need your cynicism, woman!”

          She quirked a brow at him.

          He twisted his lips. “Sorry.”

          “What was so important that you couldn’t wait
to ask him, anyway?” Samara questioned taking another towel from the rack to run through his hair. He was always lamenting that she—and Samara was quoting him here—
didn’t give enough attention to his lustrous locks of glory.
The man was insane. “You’ve got the whole weekend to harass him while we’re in town.” They were in the middle of house hunting.

The past five months had been a culmination of arguments over baby names, homes, and exactly how long they would live together after the baby was born. Luciano kept bellowing out the word
forever
every time the subject came up but what exactly did that mean? They really hadn’t discussed what the next step of their relationship would be. It was like they owned a pony, and neither wanted to try their hand at riding it for fear of getting thrown.

Samara had no doubt he’d be an amazing father. She got to witness that first hand during his nontraditional interactions with Marco. A smile curved her lips. Marco, whether either one of them wanted to admit it or not, was a genetically unrelated carbon copy of her humongosaur.

He was charming and easy and goofy in a way that made her breath catch. Every time she looked at him she wondered if she and Luciano’s baby would be as amazing as he was. From day one she’d fallen hard for him and watching those two together did something funny to her. Even scarier, it made her realize how much she loved them both.

She and Luciano had already discussed him adopting Marco, but she wondered if he’d go through with it. She also wondered where that would leave them.

“Uhhh,” the man in question suddenly drawled, tense. “Nothing. Just a few small things.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Like...?”

He shrugged. “Houses...that kind of stuff.”

“Uh-hunh,” she said slowly. “You know something I’ve noticed, Luc?”

“What?”

“When you’re lying, your voice gets really high.”

“That’s not true!” He cleared his throat, dropped his tone an octave. “I mean...that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.”

Luciano stood and took her with him. “Why are we talking about little things when we could be naked?” He dropped his towel. “I’d rather be naked.”

“You’re not distracting me Luc...get your hands off that!”

His mouth came crashing down on hers with enough force to leave her breathless, his teeth nibbling her bottom lip. These were always the times that the baby stayed perfectly still, almost as if sensing that she and Luciano needed the moment alone. Didn’t stop the bodysnatcher from kicking up a storm later. It was always worth it. She rather have their little one moving too much than not at all.

When they’d heard the heartbeat for the first time, Samara’s world came to a completion she hadn’t thought possible. The first time he kicked, she cried the rest of the night. And the day she’d argued with Luciano about the sex, she kept imagining what he’d look like. Her child was the most important thing in her world right now. Next to him was Luciano.

Without much effort, Luciano scooped her into his arms and walked toward his bed, laying her out. Leering, he backed away and stared down at her like he was trying to determine how many ways he could make her almost go blind tonight.

“I’m on to you, meat paws.” Samara pointed a finger at him. “You want me quiet so you can keep your secrets and...Jesus Christ, Luc! Warn a girl!”

His head briefly popped up from between her legs, where he’d kissed her pussy through the lace of her boy shorts. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” He pulled them down her legs and tossed them over a shoulder. “Oh,
bella,
you look to be in need. Is that because of me?” His fingers played in her wetness.

He knew it was. Bastard could make her wet with a glance. Pregnancy had boosted her need for sex tremendously, and the more she got from Luciano the more she craved. He knew her body like a map. Every plain, valley, and ridge.

Her hips arched at the first touch of his tongue to her clit, the slow figure eight he swirled around the bundle of nerves driving her crazy. He loved to tease her. Would play his game for hours if she let him, pushing her to the edge then backing off before she could tumble over it. He’d suck her nipples, her pussy, and anything else he could get his mouth on.

“Luc...
please...”

“Please what?” Luciano murmured before shoving his tongue as deep inside her as it could go, pistoning it in and out until she was undulating, trying to get closer to the pleasure his lips brought her.

Her hands came up to pinch and rub her own nipples through her T-shirt but then he was there, moving them, pinning them to her sides. “Unh-unh. Mine.”

He lifted the material of her shirt and found a nipple with his mouth, flicking at it over and over with his tongue until she was squirming, cream coating her thighs. He parted her legs, bumping the head of his cock against the sensitized bud there.

“Ask me nicely and I
may
give in,” Luciano said, sliding his cock back and forth through her labia but never entering her fully. Then he suddenly seated himself in her core.
Their mutual gasps of pleasure rang out. She clenched her inner muscles around him.

“This nice enough?”

“Fuck...” Luciano closed his eyes. “I see we have to do things differently here,
bella.”
He slid slowly out of her warmth then turned her over to her belly, elevating her to all fours before re-entering.

“Ah...” Samara tried thrusting backwards, but he held her steady.

A sharp smack landed on her ass. “
Resta ancora.”

Her inner muscles clenched again. “Luc...I swear to God...”

Another smack.

She whimpered. “Please...”

“Say it the right way,” he demanded, his palm crashing down on her ass again.

“
Si prega di fottermi!”

With a grunt he started to move. In and out. Every thrust sent her into a tailspin, making her feel as though she was about to implode. It had been his idea to teach her a few Italian phrases. It was a game they liked to play, and it was paying off at the moment.

“Did you miss my cock,
bella?”
he asked roughly, thrusting into her with sharp, hard strokes that left her gasping.

“Yes.”

“Say the words. I want to hear you say the words.” Luciano flicked his thumb at her clit, and her breath caught.

“I missed your cock,” Samara panted.

“How much?”

“Oh, God...so much...”

“Did you think about it today?” He palmed her breasts, tugging at her extra sensitive nipples. “Did you imagine me fucking you?”

“Yes...” Her hands fisted the comforter as she pushed back against him.

“Fast or slow?”

Samara’s hips rolled. “Both.”

“Good.” His tempo switched from short, fast strokes to slow ones where he moved his lower body in a way that brushed across that secret spot inside her pussy, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Luc...I need to...please let me...”

“Come?” Luciano supplied helpfully.

“Yes... Fuck...yes...”

“Gladly, baby.” He smacked her clit.

Samara’s lungs seized, her whole body shuddering right before she climaxed
hard,
stars dancing behind her closed lids. Luciano fucked her through it until a second one took over then a third. He stiffened behind her then grunted twice. With a low groan he came before slowly sliding out of her body and rolling to his side. With gentle hands, he placed her in a comfortable position beside him.

“I’m...still gonna ask you...about your sneakiness later...meat paws...” Samara panted, her eyes closing.

He simply chuckled. “That’s if I let you talk.”

She would’ve responded to that if she could’ve stayed awake.

         
“I’m...still...not...distracted...”

          Luciano smirked at Samara as she rose and fell above him. She’d been claiming that from the moment they’d gone to sleep the night before and woke up this morning. What she didn’t seem to understand was each time she let him inside her, she
was
distracted…postponed, if you will.

          “You look pretty distracted to me, baby
.”

         
“I’m not.” She gasped, riding his cock faster. “Just...biding my time...”

          He grunted, watching her breasts bounce with every downward stroke she made. She could lie to herself if she wanted. He’d point out the fact that she was lying to herself, but at the moment his balls were drawing up so tight that the last thing he had on his mind was his inability to keep his voice a certain tone when he was lying.