UNSTOPPABLE (Siri's Saga Book 2) (7 page)

The driver opens the door, takes my hand and helps me out. I stand next to the limo and wait for Aurei to emerge. The driver very casually opens his hand in front of me, offering me something. When I look down, there is a peppermint candy laying in the palm of his hand. I take it, unwrap it, pop it in my mouth, put the empty wrapper back in his hand and wink at him. He winks back, puts the wrapper in his pocket, then walks to the other limo to get my luggage.

Aurei stands, offers his arm again, and we walk to the stairs leading up to the jet. A pilot emerges with a big smile and walks half way down to greet us. "Moore! Man, it's good to see you! How've you been?"

"Good. Morris. And you?"

"No complaints. Who's this beautiful lady you have on your arm?"

"This is
my
lady." He says it possessively. "Siri Wright. Siri, allow me to introduce you to the first scoundrel I met in flight school. Mike Morris."

He nods. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. Although, I'm surprised. Moore here has been a lone wolf as long as I've known him."

"He was just waiting for the Wright one." I wink at Morris then I glance over my shoulder at Aurei and he gives me that killer wink. I smirk, roll the peppermint around my tongue so he can see, then turn to walk up the stairs.

Morris says to him. "Must have been. You look different. Relaxed. It looks good on you."

When we enter the cabin, I'm pleasantly surprised at the luxury. The seats are dark leather and plush. The stewardess is Mary. "Sit anywhere. You are our only passengers this trip."

I return to the front and Aurei holds up his arm for me to slide under. I snuggle in and smile at Morris. He laughs and shakes his head, amused. "It's good to see him happy. I tell you, Siri. Good to see. Well, let me get us airborne and heading to Rome, then I'll come back and we can catch up."

Aurei shakes Mike's hand again and as Mike goes to the cockpit, Aurei smiles at me. "Morris is a good guy."

"I can see that. Where do you prefer to sit?"

He selects seats on the right side, in front of the wing and offers me the window seat. We buckle up and as soon as the plane begins to move my nose is glued to the window. Aurei holds my hand and watches me.
I love to fly!
Every once in a while, I look at him and grin. "I love watching the world change."

He grins back. "You enjoy every moment of every day, don't you?"

"I try to. Why wouldn't you? Your heart only has so many beats. You better enjoy them."

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. I turn back to stare out the window.

After the jet reaches cruising altitude, Mike joins us for dinner. Mary brings us a glass of champagne and serves us. We eat and chit chat. Mike asks how we met, what I do, the typical things. I answer honestly. They talk about the things long term buddies talk about. How's Mike's wife. She's expecting their first baby. It's a boy. They've moved to Atlanta. Aurei resigned from the Army. His parents are in Italy to celebrate what would have been Grandpa Aurelius' 85th birthday.
That's news!
Ann is good. She is still putting up with Bee. Then they start reminiscing about their Army days together. They tell story after story about and on each other. The bars they crashed, shut down, or got thrown out of. The practical jokes they pulled. We laugh together and the time flies. When he leaves to go back to his pilot duties, it is dark and late. Aurei and I recline our seats. Mary appears with blankets and pillows. We kick off our shoes, and Aurei takes his tie then his shirt off. Mary eyes his body appreciatively as she takes them to hang with his coat.

I ask as soon as we settle in.

"So what’s this about your Grandfather's 85th birthday?"

"Not just a party. It's a celebration."

"Oh. What's the difference?"

"Big and extravagant. We go all out for it each year making it a family reunion of sorts keeping the tradition he established. He would say that it's the Texan in him coming out." Aurei laughs.

"Texan? I thought he was Italian."

"He claimed both. It's a great story. Especially the part about courting my grandmother. 'It's quite the love story.'" Aurei says with a slow southern drawl that has just a hint of an Italian accent.

I giggle. "Tell me the short version, please. It will make a good bedtime story."

"My grandmother was a gifted dancer like you. She was a ballerina. They met and fell in love, but she wouldn't give up her career for him. At first his heart was broken, he took a job with this big company and they transferred him to Texas. He saved his money, bought some land, then struck oil. When he returned to Italy years later a wealthy oil baron, he reconnected with my grandmother, and asked her again to marry him. Again, she refused because of her career, but this time, she told him when she was too old to perform she would marry him. Each year he returned and ask her. Finally she agreed. They wed and she moved to Texas with him. They had my mother a year later and lived happily ever after until she died on the dance floor. He returned to Italy to bury her and stayed. He wouldn't leave her again." Aurei speaks with the same funny accent. "Till death do us part. Well, I'm not dead yet." He laughs. "He was quite the character."

"Wow. That is a romantic story. Tell me about your parents."

"My mother is Zita. My dad is Robert. Everyone calls him Bob. They met in high school, fell in love and got married. Bob joined the Army. They had me then Ann. We were Army brats until middle school, then he resigned from the Army to help his parents run the farm." He yawns. "Any more questions before I fall asleep on you?"

"Yes. I want to know about the Bastard Son of Thor."

"It's complicated. Too complicated for tonight."

"May I have the short version of it too then? I'm dying to know! Please?"

"Shortest version. Photography. My Granny Moore gave me a camera when I was 12. 'I took a likin' to it.' She would say when she bragged to her friends about the nice pics I took. When I went to spend my first full summer in Italy, I talked some older girls into letting me photograph them nude." He smirks and I laugh. "I was a horny teenager. What can I say."

"Did they give you the title?"

"It grew from there, but it's extremely complicated, Curious Thang." He tweaks my nose. "But that's the shortest version." He yawns. "Let's see if we can sleep. I'm drained." His grin is lazy and his eyelids are heavy. I slide in next to him, aware that Mary is watching us and she dims the cabins lights. Before I can get the covers pulled up and settled in, I hear his soft snoring beside me. I put his arm over me and hug it close as I snuggle against him. His soft, gentle snoring, lolls me to sleep.
I like sleeping with him.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next thing I know, Mary is waking us with a fresh cup of coffee and the sun is shining in the cabin windows. Aurei stretches and stands. He takes the coffee she offers. "How long till we land?"

"About 45 minutes. I thought you would like time to freshen up before we touch down." She tells us as she hands me my coffee. "There are toiletries in the bathroom. Let me know if you need anything else. I can serve you breakfast muffins if you like."

"No thanks. I'm good with coffee for now." I tell her.

Aurei takes his coffee and asks for his phone. She retrieves it for him, and I watch him check his emails. When he places a call and speaks Italian, I visit the bathroom. Inside, I brush my teeth and take a quick whore's bath, then I put my blue dress back on. I fluff my hair, pinch my cheeks and bite my lips to add color. When I'm finished, I return to my seat. I plop down and wiggle up to him. His arm goes up and over me. I drape it around my shoulders like a shawl and flex his fingers as I examine them. I listen to him and his voice is crisp and businesslike. When he hangs up the phone, he tells me. "I'm happy you are with me."

My heart melts. "I will follow you anywhere, Aurelius."

He places a butterfly kiss on my forehead. "I've reserved a table at Gia’s for breakfast. We'll check in at the hotel, get a quick shower. Keyword being quick again." He smirks at me and I giggle. "Grab a bite, then sightsee."

I squeal softly, clapping my hands together fast. "I can't wait!"

He chuckles as he stands and stretches. "Fun Thang, I'll be right back."

I laugh up at him. "I'll wait right here. I'm not going anywhere." I watch him walk to the bathroom. Mary meets him at the door with his shirt and tie. He thanks her, then disappears. She comes to me and takes our coffee cups away. I stare out the window letting my mind play picture games with the images of the clouds in the sky. I see a horse, a deer, and a bear. When Aurei comes out, he is dressed and ready for Rome.
It’s going to be hard to take a quick shower.
I smile at him as he sits down next to me.

The buckle your seat belt light illuminates. Mary watches to make sure we have, then she disappears behind the curtain. Morris keys the intercom and begins a narration of the sights we are flying over as we approach Rome. My face is glued to the window. I hear Aurei chuckling. "You're like a little kid on Christmas morning."

"I'm so excited! I've dreamed of this day for a long time!"

"I’m glad I’m making your dreams come true."

My eyes leave the sights. I lean over and place my lips on his. His hand slides around my ear. "You are." I whisper.

"I’m glad. You are too."

"I’m glad too."

Morris is at the door when we exit. He and Aurei agree to get together when Aurei is stateside again. We pass without a hitch through customs and finally I get my passport stamped Italy. There is a limo driver waiting from us and we are whisked away to the hotel. "We are staying at the Hotel Aldo. Antonio, my PA, made the arrangements."

"Is that who you were talking to on the plane?"

"Yes."

As the limo pulls out, I stare out the window. "How long have you lived in Rome?"

"Off and on my whole life."

"Oh. Is your studio in Rome too?"

"Yes."

"I'm living a dream! Pinch me." I hold my arm out to him.

He pretends to pinch it, then kisses it. "You may be living a dream, but you’re not dreaming, I promise. You are in Rome."

When we pull up to the curb, the doorman opens the door and I take his hand to exit. I see his eyes travel from my foot as it emerges from the car, up to my eyes appreciatively and I smile sweetly at him.
Italian men. They do enjoy women.
I walk away a few steps and wait for Aurei to tip him, then join me. We walk in and the beauty and splendor of the Hotel is everything and more than I would expect. It is posh with an Old World grandeur that Vegas can’t replicate. I wait patiently as Aurei checks us in. When he is finished, he takes my hand and my heels click as we walk across the marble floor to the stairs that lead to the elevator landing. We are silent walking up, waiting for and entering the elevator, but as soon as the doors close on us, Aurei puts his arm on the back wall, and hovers over me. "Where were we?" His finger slides easily in me and I put my arms around him and bring his lips to mine. The elevator stops on the very next floor. He removes his finger, but not his kiss. The occupants enter, push the button and totally ignore us. When it stops again, Aurei stops kissing me and grins. "This is our floor, Angel Thang."

We walk silently down the hall. When he opens the door to our room, I walk in and stop stunned. It's a suite and it's beautiful! The color is a warm golden brown. The floor is a rich golden brown color with large Persian rugs. All the furnishings are antique. There is nothing modern about the room. It’s like stepping back in time. Heavy drapes line the windows offering either full sun or complete block out. There are french doors that lead out onto a standing only balcony.
I can’t wait to see that view!
There is a living area, a desk and a dining area. An open door to the right rear leads to the bedroom.

Aurei slides his arms around me from behind and puts his mouth on my ear. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! It's crucial!"

Aurei's phone rings. "I have to take this. Go. Look around." He speaks Italian into it as I wander into the bedroom. It's just as beautiful. The colors in here are a rich muted red.
There is a fresco on the ceiling!
I stare up at it. I'm stunned by the delicate, yet ornate design.
It’s of Cupid?
There are little cherubs flying around one large Angel with a bow and arrow. The arrowhead is a heart. I put my arms over my head, spin around and fall back on the bed. Bouncing, I say out loud. "Rome! The Eternal City!"

Aurei comes in and laughs. "I half expected to find you bouncing on the bed, being bad."

"I just might." I sit up and smile wickedly at him.

His phone rings again and he rolls his eyes. "Go get that quick shower. Your luggage isn't here yet. There's a white robe in the closet."

"Yes sir." I tell him as I bounce off the bed and land lightly, twirl around and place my foot on the top of the door doing a split. I drop my arms over my head and bend over backwards to see him.

He smiles appreciatively at me and answers his phone. "Ciao...."

I roll up and go in without a backward glance.
Naughty Thang.
In the shower, I wash away the jet lag under the hot water. Coming out I sing Halo under my breath. I roll my wet hair up in a white towel and go into the bedroom to look for my clothes or the white robe.
No luggage, so white robe it is.
I find it laying on the bed, waiting for me. When I slip into it, I’m astonished. It’s actually my size and not three sizes too big.
Ah! Aurei must have told them my size.
How sweet.

I find him standing in the living room in front of the window. The light behind him silhouettes his perfect physique. He has taken his suit coat off and his tailored shirt tucked in his pants shows how broad his back is and how small his waist is. I tiptoe up to him and put my arms around him, giving him a big hug. "Your turn. The hot water does wonders for jet lag." I run my hands outside his pants down to his cock. It isn't soft. It's semi-hard, but stiffens instantly at my touch. I smack my lips loud and tease him. "Umm. I'm really hungry. I was thinking you might let me have your sausage right now."

He chuckles as he lays his hands over mine, draws them back up to his abs and turns around. My hands slide around to cup his perfect ass as I tip my head back to stare up into his face. His eyes are gentle and relaxed. "You can eat my sausage later. I'm starving for real food." They crinkle when he smiles at my pouty lips. He places a soft peck on them. "They should be bringing your luggage up anytime now. There is money in the drawer in the desk for the tip. One bill will do. I'll hurry." He tells me then walks to the bathroom.

I stand at the window then pull back the curtains the rest of the way. I’m awestruck at the spectacular view. Lost in my own thoughts of the history of Rome, the Senate, the Gladiators, I almost miss the soft knock on the door.
Ah! My luggage!
The dancer in me twirls around and the towel holding my hair releases and slips to the floor. I bend over to get it and the robe falls open.
Oops. That wouldn't be a good way to open the door.
I laugh as I toss the towel onto a chair and tighten the belt, then I skip-dance to the door. When I open it, I am surprised. "Oh! Wow!" There is a cart lavished with a silver coffee pot, two tiny cups and a fresh bouquet of flowers. There is also a small silver pitcher of cream and sugar, and a plate of Biscotti. But the most interesting surprise is the waiter standing with it.
Tall, dark and absolutely gorgeous are the only words to describe him.
He gives me a slight head bow. "Ciao."

"Ciao." I answer, smiling at him. He smiles a sexy smile back.
I like Italian men.
We stare at each other, then I gather myself and open the door wide, gesturing him to bring the cart in. His smile turns into a grin and he pushes the cart past me. He rolls it to the coffee table and sets about transferring the items. As he bends over, I watch his perfect ass.
His ass is just as 'to die for' as Aurei's. Nice. Tight. Full. Firm.
When he stands, he catches my eyes traveling from his ass to his face and he smirks. My eyes stop at his mouth.
His lips are full and inviting.
I watch as they spread across his teeth.
Umm.
He bends down to push the cart away, and I watch his ass leaving. At the door, I remember my manners. "Oh. Excuse me. Wait. The tip. Just a sec." He stops and waits by the door. I hurry to the desk, pull the drawer open and take the first bill off the top of a wad of cash. I walk to him, grinning. He grins back and I look into his eyes.
Goodness gracious. What seductive eyes. They are like caramel. Yum!
I offer the money to him but he refuses. He opens the door, and pushes the cart out.
He's very handsome!
I watch, practically gawking.
Second best looking man I've ever seen.
He reaches back in and as he pulls the door closed he tells me in perfect English. "Tell Maximus to call me." The door closes on his "Ciao."

Holy Fuck!
I giggle, then I start to laugh.
That guy was in the wrong room! Shit!
I run to the bathroom and snatch the door
open. Aurei is pulling a shirt over his head. "What's wrong?" He asks with a frown.

"Nothing." I giggle again then start to laugh at loud. "You're never going to believe what just happened. There was a knock on the door." I giggle again at the thought then the giggles grow and I can’t stop giggling at the thought.

"Your luggage arrived?" He asks, chuckling at my silly giggles. I shake my head. He takes my hand as he passes me. "Show me, Silly Thang." I follow after him and get a hold on them. When we are in the living room, I start talking. "There was a knock on the door and I thought it was the luggage, but when I opened it, there was this really handsome man outside with a cart of coffee. I thought he was room service." I giggle but keep talking. "Anyway, I was surprised by the coffee, but more surprised at how handsome he was."

Aurei stops by the coffee table and looks at me with a smirk. "How handsome?"

"He was a good looking, son of a bitch. An Italian stallion!"

He wraps me in his arms. "Should I be jealous?"

"What? No! I was only appreciating his gorgeous gifts."

"So what was so funny about a handsome man and a cart of coffee?"

"Well, I assumed he was the waiter. I gestured for him to wheel the cart in and he did. He even set it up for me." I giggle and lay my head on Aurei's chest, then I look back into his eyes. "He acted like he knew what he was doing, but he obviously wasn't the help. He was wearing an expensive suit now that I think about it."

Aurei smirks and lets me go. "What did he look like?" He reaches for the coffee pot and pours us both a cup.

"Tall, dark, and gorgeous." I giggle. "He had eyes like caramel and his lips were, like your lips, heart shaped and yummy."

"And the funny part?" He rolls his eyes as he adds cream and entirely too much sugar to the little cup.

"When he left, he said with perfect English." I lower my voice and try to imitate a very deep voice. "Tell Maximus to call me." I bust out laughing again.

"What's so funny about that?"

"Aurei! The poor guy had the wrong room!"

He laughs as he hands me my cup. "Real authentic Italian Cappuccino, My Lady."

I sip it. "Umm. This is good."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. It's strong, but delicious!"

There is a knock at the door. Aurei gets up to answer it. It's my luggage. He pulls a bill from his pants pocket and tips the bellhop. I frown, watching him. He is dressed in distressed jeans, converse sneakers and a simple pull over black t-shirt that says Helicopter Pilots Do It Collectively. "Hey!" I say as he rolls the bags past me. "Hey. You're dressed."