My thoughts run rampant wondering what decision she’s going to make when I request her to come to me. I want, no I need, for her to make the decision for herself. I don’t want her to ever look back and think that I forced her to do something she wasn’t ready for.
“Luca,” she breathlessly says as she heads for me. Once we’re standing toe to toe, I lean down, but don’t touch her. “Luca?” she looks confused, but I want her to fight to feel the touch of my lips upon hers.
“Take what you want, Gypsy-girl,” I encourage her.
“What I want. What if I don’t know what I want?” she questions me.
“You know, Gypsy. Look into your heart and let it lead you.” To me, I want to tack on the end of that sentence, but don’t.
“It is always confused and has a one-track mind when it comes to you, Luca.” She shyly looks up at me beneath her long, thick lashes.
“I don’t understand your statement.” I crinkle my eyes at her, trying to understand what she’s trying to say but isn’t.
“I think you’ve cast a spell upon it, Luca. It wants nothing but to be beside you, connecting to you. I always wonder what you’re doing when I’m not around you. What you’re thinking, feeling...it runs on a continuous loop. I’m just not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that.” This woman, she may not realize it, but she just gave me everything I’ve been needing to hear. She needs to learn that not everyone is going to betray her or her trust.
“You just have to feel, Gypsy. There is no rhyme or reason for love, trust, relationships, friendships...etc. My loyalty to you is infinite. In time, you will learn to listen to your heart instead of fighting it. I’m not going anywhere...as long as it takes, Gypsy, I’m here. Believe in me, you, us,” I whisper as she swallows deeply. I watch as her throat gulps and wish my lips were on her skin.
“Luca,” she breathes out. I see the hope lighting her eyes at my words and am about to say something when she leans up on her tiptoes and lightly brushes her lips against mine. Electricity flows through my body. The zip that travels from my lips to my crotch has my control slipping.
Done.
She’s mine.
I pull her close and when she goes to step back, I deepen the kiss, slanting my head as one of my hands cradles her head while my tongue lightly traces her bottom lip. Her soft sigh has me taking the kiss from an innocent perusal to scorching hot. After long minutes where we explore one another, our tongues duel as her hands roam up and down my back, I realize that I need to slow us down some, so she doesn’t feel like we have to go further than a simple kiss.
Although if I’m being honest, there was nothing simple about the kiss we just shared. No, I haven’t grown a pussy or anything, but something deep inside of me settled when our lips met. I thought that would be the case, but knowing that it’s now a reality, a subconscious concern is now laid to rest.
When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead on hers and work to hide my grin at how breathless we both sound. “I had a good time tonight, Luca,” she states.
“Me, too, Gypsy. What are your plans for tomorrow?” I want to spend every possible second with her that I can, which sounds lame to my own ears when I consider that we do spend a great deal of time together already. Whatever.
“I need to give Lucy a bath and trim her nails, go to the laundromat to do some laundry. You know, the basic errands that an adult runs on the weekends.” My smile grows wide when I realize she’s teasing me. She’s usually so serious, that when she lets go and lets those walls down, she blows my mind. I want to see this side of her every day for the rest of my life.
“Want some help?” I’m already chuckling envisioning how the little dog will react to being bathed. I can’t help but wonder who wears more water with bath time, Lucy or her owner? I really do want to see how this plays out.
“If you’re offering, then absolutely,” she replies. “I gotta warn you, Lucy likes water and is a pain in the ass to get out of the tub once she’s finally in there. Beforehand, she screams and it sounds like she’s being killed.” I have a hard time believing such a small, sweet little girl, would be capable of making the noises she’s accusing her of doing.
“Are you serious?” I glance over to the little doggy bed that Lucy is currently asleep in, her head lolling to the side and tongue hanging out. She’s like a two-year-old, she’s cute as fuck while sleeping, but a demanding beast when she’s wide awake.
“Just you wait if you don’t believe me!” She giggles a little and I find myself grinning down at her before I lean in and kiss her softly. Now that I’ve tasted her flavor on my tongue, I have plans on it becoming an hourly occurrence. She is delicious, and I have a sweet tooth at all times.
“Better let you head to bed then, beautiful, because it sounds like we’ve got a busy day,” I tease. I need to get out of this room before I toss her up against the wall and have my way with her. Somehow, I doubt she’d appreciate our first time to happen while I’m roughly handling her. Maybe our second, or even third, but definitely not the first. I want to savor that one and wring every ounce of pleasure I can out of her, so she knows how infinitely precious she is to me.
“Okay, Luca. Thanks again.” Turning toward the door to leave, I adjust my aching cock in my pants. This seems to be a daily thing anytime she’s here. Looks like a shower, my hand and a bar of soap are my company tonight.
“The pleasure’s all mine, Gypsy. See you in the morning.” It comes out hoarsely because I’m doing everything I can to walk in a straight line out of this room. I once again find myself bowlegged, this time it isn’t because she’s made my balls her bitch.
Chapter Nine
Luca
Something wakes me from a deep sleep. I sit up in my bed, reach over into my nightstand drawer and pull out my gun. I may not know what it is that woke me, but it can’t be good if it pulled me out of the dream I was having. I hear it again and tilt my head to the side to try and distinguish where it is coming from. It’s a light, rapping sound.
“Luca?” I hear my woman whisper my name through the closed door.
“Gypsy?” I question back. Shaking my head in admonishment, I get up off the bed and head for her. Of course, it’s her, who else would it be, dipshit, I scold myself as my feet pick up the pace.
“Luca, the power is out and there’s a thunderstorm that’s shaking my windows and scaring Lucy to death,” she tells me as I pull the door open in a rush.
“What do you mean the power’s out?” I ask as I look over at the alarm clock and see that it’s dark. Just then a loud boom strikes causing me to startle and her to jump into my arms. Arms that find themselves opening to hold her close to me. “It’s okay, Gypsy.”
“It’s not! The world sounds like it’s coming to an end! I don’t like thunder; I don’t like storms of any type. Can I please come in and stay with you?” she asks. It’s then that I see something roaming in the parking lot in front of my door. What the fuck? I look harder and nearly laugh out loud, the only reason I don’t is because I don’t want to upset my girl any more than she already is.
“Lucy, you look like a damned drowned rat, get your ass in here, girl,” I call her name and whistle, gaining her attention. “Come on, girl.” I walk backwards, keeping my eye on Lucy as I carry Gypsy further into the room. They are both soaking wet and I need to get some towels and dry them off. I won’t be a happy man if my woman ends up with a summer cold. I need her nice and healthy since I have plans for us that I don’t want broken. I plan on taking her to the clubhouse and showing her around. Maddox and his crew will have it finished in two weeks’ time. Her being sick is not in the hand of cards life needs to deal.
“Lucy, now!” Gypsy hollers out, and I instinctively pull her close. There’s a shiver in her voice and I don’t like it. I’m a protective motherfucker by nature, but it’s stronger with her than anyone I’ve ever cared about. “I swear sometimes that dog snickers at me when I give her a command,” she huffs out in irritation. “I j
ust need her for once to do as she’s told when she’s told to do it.”
“Sounds like she’s a lot like her owner,” I jokingly say.
“No. Please say you didn’t just go there? I’m so disappointed in you, Luca.” She dramatically sighs, a telling tell that she’s blowing smoke out her ass with that statement. “I mean, if you’re going to compare the two of us, can’t you go with something funnier? That was lame, Luca.” I slowly slide her down my body as I walk around her and shut the door. I won’t think about the fact that all I’m wearing is a pair of boxers. They do nothing to hide the tenting of the material from my dick standing at attention from her. Nope, not at all. I watch as Lucy goes over to my dirty clothes pile, moves it around with her paws, and settles herself there like it is her own personal bed.
Walking up behind my woman, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body into mine. “Lame? I’ve been accused of a lot of things in this life, Gypsy, but I have to say it’s a first for being accused of that.” I make sure my voice comes out husky as my eyes roll into the back of my head once her smell hits my senses. I breathe in more deeply, trying to imprint it into my soul. Something that I find happens with her a lot, she owns me, and when she finally realizes it, I’m completely and utterly fucked. I will no longer belong to myself, everything I am, everything I have, will all belong to her. That thought should scare the ever-loving fuck out of me, and I’m shocked to find that it doesn’t.
“Luca? Is everything alright?” she asks me, bring me out of my musings.
“Yeah, everything is perfect,” I state, clearing my throat. I walk around her and head to the bathroom. First order of business is to talk my dick back into his sleeping form. Second, get towels, get them dried off, and get to bed to where I can envision Nan in her birthday suit so that my dick doesn’t rise to attention throughout the night as she rests in my arms. Because now that she’s here, she’s not going anywhere tonight.
As I have my dick in my hand, aimed in the toilet, the door slams open and Gypsy’s standing there, her chest heaving up and down rapidly. “It-it’s thundering again,” she cries out. As I go to tuck myself back inside of my boxer shorts, a burst of lightning strikes, and once again, I have my arms full of Gypsy and her luscious, curvy, sexy body. Fucking hell, when does my dick get a break? It won’t happen with her rounded ass held in my hands, that’s for damn sure.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” I reassure her.
“I hate loud noises, enclosed spaces, and the fucking rain!” she hollers, nearly causing me to go deaf since her mouth is next to my ear.
“Where I can appreciate your dilemma, I seem to have one myself.” I try to go for the nonchalant attitude.
“Wh-what’s your issue, Luca?” she asks, leaning back to where she can look at me.
“Well, you see, I was sorta taking a piss when you burst through the door. Thinking I need to put Luca Jr. away. That is unless you need his support too.” I go for the funny factor. Trying to get her mind on anything other than the storm surrounding us.
“Luca!” Her entire body turns a shade of red I’ve never seen before, something I catch when the lightning flashes once again. Her hand flies through the air as she slaps my shoulder and her forehead scrunches together – all signs of embarrassment. I find she gets physically abusive when she gets teased. Which is fine, because she doesn’t do it with malicious intent, she does it in frustration. I know that I’m a character, and in time she’ll get used to it and grow some thicker skin. She’ll have to or Tig will eat her alive.
Gypsy
“Ummm...I don’t know what to say to that,” I reply as I look up, finding his bathroom ceiling quite appealing. Well, as much as I can see since we’ve got no electricity, that is.
“Gypsy? Look at me, baby.” I hear the humor in his voice.
“I’d prefer not to, thank you very much,” I affirm.
“Gypsy, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about here. Please look at me, baby.” His begging has me finally giving in and looking down.
“I’m so sorry, Luca. Storms have a tendency to bring out the little girl in me,” I defend myself.
“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize when you’ve done nothing wrong. Do you think since the thunder and lightning has let up a little bit, you could wait in the bedroom for me?” I want to say no, I want to tell him that I’d feel better just staying in his arms, but I know that he’s showing me respect by not pushing things further than what we’ve already done.
“Do-um, do you have something dry I could wear to bed?” I question.
“I do, can you give me a minute and I’ll get you something and help you dry Lucy off?” It just now dawns on me, that I’m a soaking, wet mess.
“Oh, Luca. I can’t believe I jumped into your arms when not only you’re holding your dick out for all to see, but I do so a drowned mess!” I swear I’m nothing more than a disaster waiting to happen.
“Baby, never said I minded that you were wet,” he teases, chuckling a little bit. “I’ll be right out, okay?” I nod so he sets me back on my feet and I step out of the bathroom, feeling my heated cheeks at the fact that I was, for all intents and purposes, wrapped around his nearly naked body. I walk over to where Lucy is and when I realize that she’s laying on his clothes, I nearly have a damn heart attack.
“Lucy,” I whisper-hiss, “get off his clothes! You’re not being a very good girl right now.” She completely ignores me, burrowing further underneath the shirt that I recognize from earlier in the night. When I realize that, once again, she’s not going to mind me, I give up. I don’t want to sit on the bed because I’m wet, so I find myself pacing around the room while I wait for Luca to come back out of the bathroom.
“Gypsy? You need to get dried off before you get sick, baby,” he states, coming up to me and handing me a towel. I take it and he goes over to the dresser and pulls out a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, before leading me back to the bathroom, handing me his phone. I go to say something when I realize that he’s activated the flashlight app so I can actually see where I’m going and what I’m doing.
“Thanks, Luca,” I murmur, closing the door. I quickly strip out of all my clothes, hanging them on his shower rod, because I was soaked to the skin, then dry off and slip on the boxers before pulling the t-shirt over my head. I take the towel and run it through my hair trying to get it a little dry. When it hits me that it’s a hopeless situation, I hang the towel up as well and leave the bathroom, his phone in hand.
I start laughing when the light hits Luca and Lucy. He’s on the floor next to the pile of clothes with her wrapped up in a towel as he dries her. She’s making the happy noises she has whenever she’s enjoying something. “I see she has you wrapped too,” I tell him, kneeling next to him. “I’m sorry she got into the clothes.” I’m nervous, I don’t want him to have any excuses to kick me out of his room. He’s my safe place, my safety net so to say, and I need to be with him tonight. He may not know it yet, but he’s become my home, my salvation, my reason to keep putting one foot in front of the other. He’s the oxygen to my lungs. The Tarzan to my Jane, I could go on for hours with analogies, but I need to convince him that Lucy isn’t really Lucifer’s love child.
“No worries, that’s the dirty clothes pile,” he tells me, his smile flashing at me. I feel my belly flutter because he has the capacity to destroy me. Only, instead of running away, I’m pretty much standing here with my arms wide open and I can’t give that first fuck.
He stands and reaches his hand out to me to help me up. Once I’m standing as well, he walks me over to the bed and motions for me to get in. “I’m going to grab something clean for her so she has a dry bed to lay on,” he tells me.
“Okay,” I reply, scooting over to the other side of the bed where it’s obvious he wasn’t sleeping. Another flash of lightning shows him moving around the room, fashioning a makeshift bed for Lucy from the extra pillow he grabbed out of the closet. I watch him pick her up and place her
on it, then see her lick his face before she snuggles in and with a snuffle, closes her eyes. She does a little shiver and I see him walk back to the bathroom. When he comes back, I see him unfolding another clean towel. He then covers her up and I swear she does a little doggy sigh. Fucking dog is trying to steal my man. I have to keep a closer eye on the little hussy. I swear she eye-fucks Luca as he gets up to walk away. I narrow my eyes at her but as usual my dirty looks do nothing to dissuade her from what she wants. Doesn’t take much to make her happy, obviously. Just the attention of this man who is now striding back toward the bed.
I feel like I might hyperventilate when he proceeds to climb in next to me, then pulls me closer so my head is on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around me. The remnants of the aftershave he put on for our date teases my senses and I breathe in and out a few times, committing it to memory.
The storm that had lessened in intensity seems to ramp back up and I find myself jumping at each clap of thunder that booms outside. “I got you, Gypsy,” he whispers, rubbing my shoulder and upper arm in a soothing, mindless pattern. I need a distraction, to think about something else that has nothing to do with the weather that has me shaking in my skin.
“Talk to me, Luca. Tell me about your family, how it was growing up. Fuck, anything, please,” I beg. I know about Braxton, Cara, Lily, Layne, Landon and Nan. Only the basics, I want to know him and his family on a much deeper level.
“What do you want to know?” he asks. Would it be rude to say anything? Because I don’t give a fuck what he tells me, as long as it’s important in his eyes, it will mean the world in my own. I guess I need to lead him in this conversation and ease my curiosity while we’re at it.
“Do you have other grandparents besides Nan and Gino?” Other than my mother and of course, the father she told me never wanted kids, I have no blood family. Well, I’ve got a cousin, but I haven’t seen her in years, not since her folks passed away. So knowing he comes from such a large family, I want to know it all.
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