Another knock came at the door and I shook off my nerves, flinging the door open with a smile that was way too big to appear casual. My nipples hardened as his steely gaze roamed over my body, stalling at my chest and then dropping down to my legs. His eyes moved back up to my chest and lingered just a tad too long.
Did I have wine on me? I looked down and realized that I had already taken off my bra and my nipples were protruding through my thin tank top and begging for him to twist them. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, which did absolutely nothing but push my breasts up, leaving large swells above the scoop neck.
He cleared his throat and dragged his eyes back up to my face. “Is this a bad time?”
“Uh…no. The kids are in bed and I’m all alone. I mean…” I stuttered, sounding like an idiot, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were boring into me like he wanted to eat me. I unconsciously dropped my arms and pushed my chest slightly out. He swallowed hard as his eyes moved back to my chest. It felt so dirty of me, standing in the doorway wearing practically nothing as the man that was the main attraction in every one of my fantasies stared at me. Anyone could be watching right now. Anyone could see if I pressed myself against him.
I took a step forward, the wine giving me more courage than I thought I had, and brushed my chest against his. I felt a low growl rumble through his chest as his arm slipped around my waist and pulled me in closer. I was absolutely insane. My kids were in the other room. I was still married. But I couldn’t stop myself with this man. I pushed up on my toes and pressed my lips to his as I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him in closer.
His lips crashed into mine and his large hands gripped my ass, hoisting me up against his hard length. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed inside, kicking the door closed as he carried me down the hall to my bedroom. My hips were already moving against his body, needing to feel him inside me, stretching me and pulling every last orgasm out of my body.
He fell to the bed with me, never leaving my body as his hands tore my shirt up, kneading my breast and pinching my nipple. I moaned and tightened my legs around his waist, needing to rub my pulsing pussy against him. My shorts were torn from my body and he was pushing inside me just moments later. It was frantic and passionate. With every thrust, his lips possessed mine. His tongue tangled with mine and his hands gripped my hair, pulling me in closer with every thrust.
He groaned as he pushed inside me one last time, jerking inside me as my body clenched around him. His body collapsed on top of mine and his breath flamed against my skin. I could barely breathe, but it wasn’t from the weight of his body. It was from the thorough fucking he had just laid upon my body. I had never felt so used, in such a good way. I wanted more. I wanted him to stay and give me more, but I didn’t want to beg.
He rolled off me and stared up at the ceiling. His chest moved up and down, slowly easing to a steady rhythm. When he rolled to his side, his palm grazed over my belly that I felt was just a little too loose and flabby, but he didn’t seem to care. He traced the lines of my stretch marks that hadn’t fully dulled yet since having Enzo. I doubted they would at this point. I wanted to reach down and shove his hand away, but then his eyes flicked up to mine and his hand moved up to cup my breast.
“You’re beautiful. Every fucking inch of you is amazing.” Blushing, I covered my stretch marks with my hands, but he pushed them away. “Don’t do that. Don’t cover them up.”
“They’re ugly,” I muttered.
“You had two kids. You can’t expect your body to look the same as it did before. It’s fucking amazing what your body is capable of.”
“My husband never thought so,” I said, instantly regretting bringing Matteo into this moment.
“He’s a jackass if he couldn’t appreciate what you gave him.” He was silent for a moment and then his eyes met mine. “Do I need to worry about him?”
“Worry about Matteo?”
He nodded and looked up at the ceiling, like he didn’t really want to see my face as I told him.
“It’s over with him.”
“I don’t want to be the guy you fuck while you figure things out,” he said harshly.
“I’m not figuring things out. I moved on. I’m here.”
“But you’re not divorced yet.”
“Only because he won’t sign the damn papers.”
“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole. I just think there could be something real between us, but if you’re not ready to go there…”
“I honestly don’t know,” I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Why did everything have to be so complicated? “I wish I could say that I was, but my marriage wasn’t the best. I don’t know that I can just move on.” I looked over at him, not sure what I could say to him that wouldn’t make him run away. “I know that I like you. Well, from what little I know of you,” I blushed.
“You like fucking me,” he smirked.
“You’re not bad.”
“Not bad?” He climbed over me, pressing me into the bed. His erection slid over my pussy, begging to be inside me again. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gabe
I WASN’T SURE what had made me leave the party and follow her home, but I knew that I needed to see her again. And now that I had her underneath me, panting and begging for my cock, there was no turning back. There was every possibility that I would get burned with this woman. I was walking into a shit show between her husband and her brother. Even with that, I couldn’t walk away from this woman.
My cock throbbed as I pushed inside her again. The feel of her warmth wrapped around me was almost more than I could take. I tried to go slow. I tried to make it last, but every moan and scrape of her nails against my back pushed me harder and faster. I wanted to see her face when I made her come. I wanted her screaming my name. I wanted to be the man that took her out of that sham of a marriage and showed her all I could offer her.
I didn’t get up to leave after I cleaned her up. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, wondering how the hell I went from not wanting anything to wanting everything. I barely knew Isa, yet her and her little hellion kids were already getting under my skin and making me want more. It was her strength for leaving a failed marriage and striking out on her own. It was the way she took me that first night in the bar and wound my body into knots of pleasure. It was everything from her gorgeous smile to her sexy curves that showed off what life had given her.
It didn’t take long to come to the realization that night that I was well and truly fucked. I was going down the rabbit hole for this woman and I knew I was gonna pay for it with the guys. Every one of those fuckers was going to be giving me shit. Except for Cazzo. He was going to beat my ass.
At some point I drifted off to sleep, but I was awoken very suddenly when something nailed me right in the balls. Gasping, I shot up and reached for my gun that I always kept under the pillow. I swore when I couldn’t find it and then realized that I couldn’t find it because I wasn’t at home.
“You sweep in mommy’s bed?” Enzo asked. I looked over at him as I took deep breaths to calm the pain in my groin. Shit, what did I say to the kid?
“Enzo, what are you doing in here?” Isa said as she sat up, pulling the sheet tight around her chest.
“Gabe sweep wif you, mommy?”
“Uh…”
“I sweep here too?”
Isa looked at me with wide eyes, unsure what to do. I didn’t have a fucking clue either, but there was no fucking way I was driving home at this hour or sleeping on the fucking couch. I pulled Enzo across my lap and settled him between us. He snuggled up against his mom and when his eyes drifted shut, I got out of bed and pulled on my boxers. I may not be leaving, but the kid didn’t need to see me naked either. Isa did the same and we both crawled back into bed.
“Momma? Enzo left me alone again.” Vittoria was standing in the doorway, looking at me like I had killed her puppy.
; “Come here, sweetie.” Isa held out her arms and Vittoria ran over to her, jumping into her arms and then shoving Enzo over so she could sleep next to her mom. I pulled Enzo closer to me and laid back down. I was lying on the edge of the fucking bed, barely able to stay on, but it felt right. I smiled to myself as I drifted back to sleep with Enzo snuggled up against me.
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The air was pushed out of my lungs suddenly as Enzo bounced on top of me, laughing and smacking me in the chest.
“Time to get up! Time to get up!”
My eyes slowly opened, taking in his smiling face. The kid was definitely an early riser and based on the number of times I took a kick to the ribs last night, I was going to have to get Isa another bed if we were all going to fit in here. I laughed at myself for already thinking about being here overnight again.
I held my finger up to my lips, giving him the signal to be quiet, and crept out of bed with him. Vittoria was stirring also, but Isa was still sleeping. I grabbed my pants and pulled them on, then motioned for the kids to follow me out of the room. Closing the door behind us, we headed to the kitchen for some breakfast.
“What do you guys want to eat for breakfast?”
“Plocate milk!” Enzo screamed.
“Okay, buddy.” I opened the fridge and pulled out the gallon of chocolate milk. “Do you want some too, Vittoria?”
She scrunched up her lips to one side of her mouth, pulling her eyebrows together as she looked at me. “Why were you in mommy’s bed?”
“Because your mommy and I were having a slumber party,” I said smoothly.
“Why does she get to have a sleepover? She keeps telling me I’m not old enough yet,” Vittoria said, stomping her foot.
“Maybe someday you can have a sleepover at my house.”
“What?” Isa shrieked from the doorway.
“Hey, babe. I was going to make breakfast.”
“Kids, go in the living room and watch tv,” Isa said, shoving her hair out of her face.
“No!” Enzo screamed as he jumped up and down. “Plocate milk! Plocate milk! Plocate milk!”
“Alright, buddy. Hold on.” I looked around the kitchen, wondering what the hell I was supposed to put their milk in, when Isa walked over to the dishwasher and pulled out two sippy cups. I smiled at her and poured the milk, then she put on the lids and shooed them into the other room.
“Do you want to tell me what that was about?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. She looked fucking pissed, but I had no clue why.
“You invited my child for a sleepover.”
I nodded, still not understanding. “Okay, I feel like you’re trying to tell me that was wrong, but I’m not sure why.”
“What gave you that idea?” she snapped.
“Well, your face is red and your nostrils are flaring like a mad woman. Plus your chest is heaving, pushing those nice tits up for me to see.”
“That was a rhetorical question,” she bit out. “I meant, why the hell would you think it’s okay to invite my child over to your house?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? I was just here last night. She slept in the same bed as me.”
“Do you realize how sick that sounds? What if Vittoria went to school today and told her friends that the man that slept in mommy’s bed last night invited her over for a sleepover?”
“How is that sick? She’s your daughter.”
Isa took a deep breath and looked up at me. “You invited my five year old daughter over to your house for a sleepover, not mentioning me being there at all. Do you see how that looks? You, spending the night with a five year old girl?”
“Oh.” And then I thought about it some more. “Oh, shit. I swear, that’s not the way I meant it. Of course you would be there. I’m not some sick pedophile. I mean, I have some proclivities that I like, but definitely not that.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she whisper hissed. “You can’t invite little girls to come stay at your house. She’s five. She repeats everything and she listens to everything. You have to watch what you say around her.”
I held up my hands, trying to calm the momma beast in front of me. “I’m sorry. Look, I don’t have any kids. I was just trying to make them feel comfortable around me.”
“You sound like the creepy man that holds out candy as he lures little kids into his van. Hey, little girl. Want to come for a sleepover at my house?”
“I said I’m sorry. Shit, give me a break. This is all new to me. The most experience I have is with a grown kid and a fucking baby.”
She shook her head at me as she ran her hand over her forehead. “Maybe we need to back up a step here. I never meant for you to sleep over or have my kids see you here, and I sure as hell didn’t plan on you inviting my daughter over to stay the night.”
“What’s wrong with your kids seeing me here?”
“What’s not wrong with it?” Her eyes grew wide as she stared at me. She scoffed and started muttering under her breath.
“What are you saying? I can’t understand you.”
“This is my fault. Look, you’re a great guy and I have fun with you, but I’m not even divorced yet. You spent the night last night. It’s hard enough to explain to my kids why we’re not living with their father anymore. Trying to explain why a stranger woke up in my bed is even worse.”
“Okay, so I won’t spend the night. I’ll take you out on dates and we can-”
“No. It’s too soon. I’m sorry, but this isn’t fair to my kids. I have to think of them first and bringing a stranger around right now isn’t good for them. They need time to adjust. This wasn’t supposed to be anything more than one night.”
And just like that, a fucking boulder dropped in the pit of my stomach. Anger coursed through my veins as she casually tossed aside what I thought we were trying for. I had made it clear last night that I hadn’t wanted to be her fuck toy and here she was telling me that’s all I was.
I nodded and steeled my face, hiding how fucking disappointed I was by the whole thing. I shoved past her to her room and grabbed my shit off her floor, throwing it on and heading for the door. I didn’t even stop to say goodbye. I couldn’t. I had come to the realization last night that this little family was definitely something I wanted to be a part of. She just crushed every thought I ever had about having a family of my own. God, I was turning into a fucking pussy.
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“What’s up your ass today?” Sinner asked as I stood in the gun range, taking shot after shot, trying to get all my aggression out.
“Nothing,” I said as I loaded another clip and took aim.
“Sure,” he snorted. “You’ve been down here for an hour, you snapped at Cazzo earlier when he asked why you left the barbecue early, and when Cap asked you how your woman was, you told him it wasn’t any of his fucking business.”
I turned to Sinner, glaring at him for intruding on my tension relief. “It’s none of your business, and apparently I don’t actually have a woman, so just fuck off.”
“Whoa. Is this about Cazzo’s sister?”
He smirked at me and I knew I was fucked. There was no getting out of this conversation. Sinner already knew that I had a thing for Cazzo’s sister. He wasn’t going to let me off the hook without getting all the dirty details. He was worse than a woman.
“I went over there last night and one thing led to another.”
Sinner crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. “So, you fucked her.”
“Yeah, only I told her that I didn’t want to be her fuck toy while she got over her husband. I fucking told her.”
“And she used you anyway.”
“Something like that,” I said with a sigh. “I stayed the night and her kids ended up in bed with us.”
“Whoa, hold the fucking boat. You slept in the same bed with her kids? That’s fucking weird.”
“But see, it wasn’t. For the first time in my life, I had this little family around me and it was fuck
ing awesome. I could see my whole life and how it could be with them. That little kid is so cute, I mean, besides getting kicked in the ribs all night. And in the morning, he was jumping on me. Me. I was the one he wanted to get up with him.” I shook my head as I remembered Enzo’s cute little face looking down at me. “I took them out to the kitchen, intending to make breakfast and it all went downhill from there.”
“What? Did you burn the bacon?”
“No, see that’s the thing. I just wanted to do something nice for Isa and all the sudden, I’m a pedophile that’s trying to move too fast with her.”
“A pedophile.” Sinner’s eyes grew wary.
“I didn’t fucking do anything. I just…I said something that I didn’t realize would sound bad and she overheard.”
“Okay, I’m picturing you and a box of candy right now with a dark van.”
“Why the fuck would you assume that?” I yelled. “That’s the same fucking thing she said.”
“You didn’t actually try to lure her kids into a dark van, right?” Sinner asked slowly, almost as if he was fucking questioning my sanity.
“No!” I sighed and ran a hand down my face. “Vittoria asked why I was in her mom’s bed. I said that we were having a sleepover.”
“Good. Good. Makes sense,” he nodded. “You connect with her in a way that she can understand.”
“Right. So, then she asked me why her mom gets to have sleepovers but she can’t. So, I told her that maybe sometime she could come over to my house for a sleepover.”
Sinner stopped nodding and just stared at me. In fact, he stared at me so fucking long that I started to squirm. I rolled my eyes and shifted my feet.
“Just fucking say something,” I shouted.
“I’m just trying to figure out if I should take that gun away from you or not.”
“What?” I said in confusion.
“Well, on the one hand, Cazzo’s going to come after you and fucking kill you for suggesting you have a sleepover with his five year old niece. So, in that sense, you might need the gun for protection. On the other hand, Cazzo’s a fucking beast and I don’t think you stand a chance in hell of taking him down whether you have a gun or not. Which kind of makes me think that I should just leave you with the gun so you can fucking shoot yourself before he gets to you.”
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