Bellissimo Fortuna (Beautiful Fortune) (14 page)

“If he even sees my skin,” I mutter.

“Girl, you got this. If all else fails, strip, and then he can’t resist you.” I laugh at her bluntness. See, she thinks she is Dr. Fucking Ruth now. She chucks a box of condoms at me, and I throw them back. “I love you and all, but I don’t want any nieces or nephews at this time in my life.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to upset your balance by breeding without your permission, but remember I’m on the shot, and I doubt your brother is carrying an STD.”

“I know, but I was helping you out. When Dakota and I started going without protection he didn’t last long at all the first few times. I don’t want my brother to embarrass himself by becoming the Minute Man your first time.”

Groaning out loud, “Oh my God, Binks. You’re too much.”

“Us girls have to stick together. Want the condoms now?” I contemplate for all of ten seconds.

“Hell yes,” if we’re having sex you can bet your ass I want to get mine. “Did you have the big “O” the first time?”

“Yes. During, before, and after. It hurts, not going to lie. It definitely is something that gets better each time. How many things can you say that about? Like shaving your legs . . . you were so excited the first time, now it’s just a pain in the ass. Or your period, man we thought we were hot shit, now I wish that bitch would just fuck off once a month.” She always has such a candid way of making her point, but she makes one hell of a point.

“So don’t expect to see stars and all that shit they fill our heads with?”

“Probably not, unless my brother is that good, and if he is, I don’t want to hear it. It will just piss me off.” Noted. “Now go . . . he is waiting for you and has instructed me the driver will pick you up.” The doorbell rings. “Now.” I grab my purse and hurry to the door. I have no clue if we’re having sex tonight, but I have butterflies all the same. That’s one feeling I hope never gets old, I pray it’s like sex and gets better each time.

The driver takes me to
Barefoot Beach Resort
, located directly on the ocean, and leads me to the villa where Bronson is waiting for me. He has a table with candles, silver dishes, and even though it’s July there’s a fire going. I’m speechless . . . stunned. I can’t move even though walking was something I mastered seventeen years ago. One foot in front of the other, walk to the man you love, the man standing before you with hope shining in his eyes. I make my way slowly, watching his face, with each step I get closer. When I’m within reaching distance he pulls me close. Taking my mouth in a heated kiss, one I haven’t felt in forever, his tongue meets mine with promise and passion. Thank goodness he’s supporting me because I’m pretty sure my knees just buckled. He breaks the kiss and places his lips on my temple. That gesture alone allowed me to let go of every pent-up frustration I’ve been holding on to. That gesture allowed me to process and understand that no matter the trials and tribulations we faced, together we would be fine. That gesture showed me how much he loved me.
That one simple gesture
.

“What’s all this for?” I take in the room once again.

“You. Me. Us. You missed out on a lot this past month, I just want to make a memory with you. A new one. One we can both look back on and smile about. All the other stuff going on around us, tonight it doesn’t matter. Just this moment does.”

“Sounds like you have something up your sleeve.”

“Nope. Tonight we are flying by the seat of our pants. No expectations, no time frame, no distractions. We can eat, watch TV, and walk on the beach. Or anything else we want to. Tonight is all about
us
.”

“Sounds just like what the doctor ordered.”

“Speaking of the doctor, you need to see him again before we leave. Get all of your medications refilled.”

“I already did.”

“How did I miss that?”

“You were at the gym, you know that body doesn’t keep itself up. You act like we’re never coming back, and I need to stockpile for a natural disaster.”

“We don’t really have to come back frequently. Holidays, maybe. Or my parents can come to us. I didn’t want to bring it up, but we’ll be together this next year, so with everything going on there is no reason to come back here. We need to get some distance and maybe it will cause your dad to gain some perspective.”

“Doubt it. He’s had a month for that. Hell, he has had eighteen years to gain some insight, and he hasn’t. That’s a lost cause, I’m afraid.”

“Sorry. Hey, no more talking about this. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. And I love the fact that we will be together all the time. Bianca and I were talking about getting our own condo, in the same building with you.”

“Do what? Y’all are moving in there.”

“How is it we leave in a few days and we haven’t had this conversation? I know we had our stuff shipped to your place, and we’re staying there, but won’t it get too crowded? You may want your own space.”

“You frustrate the hell out of me sometimes. I don’t need space away from you. And if it gets too crowded, I’ll kick Bianca and Dakota out.” I shake my head at him, wondering why I even thought he’d let me stray too far from him. His protectiveness was brought up a few notches by the assault. Not that he is in my face about it or crowding me, but I know he always has someone in place watching over me.

“Back atcha’ . . . you frustrate me, too.” I wink at him, letting him know I’m teasing.

“Is that so?” he murmurs as he begins kissing my neck, right below my ear.

“Hmmm,” is all I can manage.

His lips continue to guide over the shell of my ear, down my neck, and across my collarbone. All thoughts of food, beach . . . anything other than him continuing to kiss me have left my mind. His tongue darts out and follows the line of kisses he just rained over my neck, and my hands have a mind of their own grabbing his waist and bunching his shirt in my hands. He moves his mouth over to capture my lips, slipping his tongue inside to stroke my own. This isn’t his typical kiss; this is like a repeat of prom, priming me for something explosive. Gripping my hips in his hands, he controls my body movements by rubbing me against him, stopping me when he’s ready, then leading me backwards. We must have entered the bedroom sometime when we were devouring one another and without breaking away from me, he lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. He turns so his legs are against the bed and sits with me in his lap. This is the perfect position for me to grind on him and create an intense amount of friction.

Lying back on the bed causes me to drape over him, and his mouth leaves mine, working down to my collarbone. Slowly unbuttoning my dress, it falls off my shoulders. He shifts our position, so I am under him. “Are you sure?” His unrelenting conscience always making sure he isn’t pushing me too far too fast is endearing . . . yet frustrating. If it had been up to me we wouldn’t have waited this long.

“Absolutely.” I know this is what I need. I hope that one word is answer enough for him. This is what I want. I have no doubts in doing this, in him, or in us. Pushing my dress down to my waist and shimmying it over my hips, it is discarded behind him somewhere. I reach my hands under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin and every ridge of muscle. He takes that off, and it joins my dress. Standing up and staring down at me, he removes my sandals, then his pants. This is the most I have ever seen of him, and it’s a sight to savor. He has hard planes and smooth skin, a chiseled stomach, broad chest, and arms made to wrap around me. He sheds his boxers then my panties and bra.

“Beautiful,” he says between kisses on my stomach.

“I have condoms,” I blurt out. He stops his lip movement and looks at me.

“I thought you got the shot?” This is awkward. Not lying here naked with my sexy as sin boyfriend, but discussing birth control. I should have shut up and gone with the moment.

“Well . . .”

“What?”

“Bianca said you might need condoms because if we don’t use them it won’t last for you. She said Dakota . . .”

“Shut up. Please, don’t talk about my sister’s sex life, and the fact she is worried about me ‘not lasting’ when I’m finally naked in a bed with you, about to claim you . . . it kills the mood.” He gives me a hard kiss to the mouth and then starts his glorious ministrations all over my body. Mood recaptured.

When his mouth lands on the inside of my thigh while his hands are pushing them apart, my instinct is to close them further. “Relax. I need to taste you.” And he does. His tongue licks, circling my clit over and over, and right when I feel my body tingling and heating up, he pulls back and licks, top to bottom. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I explode. Not like before, but I am a tingling ball of nerves, and aftershocks rock my body. As his lips make their way back up my body, his hands trail behind. “Again,” he whispers. “I need to get you ready,” and where his mouth was, his fingers enter me. Gliding in and out, gently at first, then harder. Stretching, massaging, and making me feel wonderful all again. I climax again, and he enters me while I am still riding the high. It’s uncomfortable but not painful.

“Holy shit, feels so good.” He’s lost in the sensation, and I’m not too far behind. The emotional connection I feel in this moment is one of the most poignant memories I will have with him. The loving way he works himself inside me, filling me in places only he can. He has owned my heart for years, and tonight he claimed my body. Biting my neck, his pace picks up and he lets out a low groan. He rolls his hips, and I gasp. He has found a place in me that feels amazing.

“Again,” I beg.

“You like that?” Again, his hips hone in on that one spot, and I feel myself going over again. “You giving me another one, baby?”

I come, again. Hard, fast, and just as lingering as before. After riding out my orgasm he begins to push harder into me, I feel him thicken even more. With one final thrust, he lingers deep inside me, and collapses on me. Moments of silence pass, both of us savoring the afterglow. “I love you,” he tells me, sprinkling kisses across my cheeks, and then he gives me that gesture. The temple kiss and I know I’ll never let him go. I can’t.

“I love you, so much.” He separates from me and goes into the bathroom returning with a towel to clean me up. Once he gets back in bed I wrap myself around him and fall asleep, only to be woken up for round two, which is just as gentle, maybe even more so since I’m a bit sore. “I think I’m going to like college life,” I grin up at him.

“I’m going to fucking love it.”

College was different, but I excelled. I only had one year of college credits from accelerated classes in high school, so while I was a sophomore, Bronson was in his senior year. Our time together was scarce even with us living together. Dakota had chosen to move out, he and Bianca not such a solid unit and both dating other people. There are no hard feelings between them, but it was uncomfortable for each of them when they were seeing someone new. Bianca and I were going to get our own place, but Bronson nixed that, so Dakota moved out.

Tonight is an alone night for us. Bianca left earlier to go home for Christmas break, but because I had a late final we’re not leaving until tomorrow. I haven’t heard a word from my parents, and the Agostos are close-lipped about the family dealings. I haven’t made up my mind about seeing them while I’m home. We have a lot to figure out because in six months he has to go to Virginia to the training headquarters and the course is eighteen weeks long. I could do a summer course load and then defer a semester to see where he will be transferred, but he wants me with him the entire time. His days will be grueling, kind of like a basic training scenario, and I feel he would do better without me, but we didn’t do so well last time we were separated. I could look into community colleges there, but with it being an unfamiliar area, he isn’t too keen on my venturing into too many activities. I’ve learned to roll with the punches and not plan so much. He’s supportive of me getting my degree, and if it takes six extra months, so be it.

I immediately notice how quiet the condo is when I walk in, not used to the emptiness of it. Someone, or many someone’s are always over. I barely get the door shut when my obnoxious man mauls me from behind. He is biting, sucking, and licking my neck while his hands are fondling my breasts. “Hello to you, too,” I tease.

He doesn’t say a word, just pushes my front against the wall, never leaving my body alone. My jeans are quickly unsnapped and shoved down to my ankles, as I step out of them his fingers begin working my pussy. Quickly getting the response from my body he wanted, he sinks three fingers in me, moving them in and out in quick succession. Before I can go over, he shoves his shorts down, pulls my panties to the side, and enters me in one quick thrust. “Missed you,” he murmurs. I can tell. Placing my hands on the wall for leverage, I begin rocking back into him, meeting his hips. It’s raw, carnal, and he sets a punishing rhythm, never relenting. I come all around his dick, but that doesn’t satisfy him. He grabs my leg and hitches it up, pinning my hip against the wall, and pistons into me repeatedly. His other hand finds my clit, and he alternates between circling it and pinching it. “Again,” he demands of me. A few more cleverly placed hits from his cock deep inside of me, and I come again, only this time he follows me.