by M. R. Joseph
I pull away before the tears flow from my eyes.
“You better get going. You don’t want the boss getting angry with you.” I wink at him and he smacks my butt as he hurries out the door. It dawns on me that this is a huge step. I’m meeting his dad. He loves him so much. I love the stories he tells me about him and what it was like growing up in such a wonderful environment, despite the loss of his mother. I need to call Kenzie to tell her before I scream.
I grab my cell first to send Luca a quick text.
Hey. Just wanted 2 thank u 4 the fantastic dinner, sea shell trail and heart, and 4 inviting me 2 meet your dad.
Almost instantly, I get a text back.
no need 2 thank me. It was my pleasure, anytime spent you with, beautiful, is a pleasure. xo
I almost collapse right there in my bedroom. That’s all it takes. Just simple words like that, and I want to run up to that restaurant and attack him. My phone chirps again and It’s him.
there’s nothing I want 2 do more than run home right now and hold u in my arms.
I can’t even get a single thought through my mind right now. He’s thinking what I’m thinking. I have no idea what he’s doing with me. He’s so wonderful. Always was, always will be. I send him a quick response.
my thoughts exactly, Mr. Ferro. Can’t wait to feel u next 2 me later. now go back to work :)
yes ma’am. :)
I call Kenzie and she picks up on the first ring.
“Hello, there. How’s Mr. Wonderful?” She asks
“I guess I should be asking you the same thing. How’s my brother and I don’t mean that in a sexual sense.”
“He’s fucking fantastic, and I’ll tell you anyway, in that department, he’s also fucking fantastic.” She’s laughing, and I’m about to throw up.
“Ew. That’s my brother. There’s just some things best friends should keep to themselves. Oh, and to answer your question, Mr. Wonderful is fantastico. Kenz, he asked me to meet his dad.”
“That’s great, but what’s the big deal. Hasn’t he ever brought home a girl before?”
“Apparently not. He was so nervous asking me. It was adorable.”
“Aw, that’s great. I’m so happy for you, Leightybug. So did he say the ‘L’ word yet? Did you?”
“No, I’m afraid to say it first. What if he doesn’t love me like I love him? I’d be crushed.”
“Oh. God, of course he loves you. You’d have to be blind not to see it. Don’t be silly. If it’s how you feel, then say it. Look at me and Wes. I’ve loved him for years. I just figured I was some stupid friend of his sisters and he would never be interested in me. Boy was I wrong.”
“You certainly were. But what if I tell him, and he rejects me, then what?”
“That’s not going to happen, but for some strange chance it does, at least you went in feet first. No regrets, Leighty, no regrets.”
“I guess you’re right. I better go. I’ll see you next weekend. I can’t wait for you to get here. The reunion should be fun.”
“Is that bitch Val still up Luca’s ass?” I let out an exaggerated breath, “Yes. Unfortunately. She’s always at Lucky’s, watching him, flirting with him. He wants nothing to do with her, but he has to interact with him because of the reunion stuff.”
“Gross. She should just take the hint, move on, and realize he is your man.”
“Agreed. Listen, I’ll call you after dinner with his dad, ok?”
“Sounds good. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I go back in my room, and clean up all the dishes and put the extra food away. I can’t seem to wipe this grin from my face. I think I’m ready to tell Luca how I feel. Not in a letter, not in my mind, but by using my words. All I do is write dialogue about people falling in love. Professing their love to each other, and I want to use those words. I want to tell Luca I love him, and I’m going to do it, when the moment is right.
I can’t believe Leighton has agreed to come to a family dinner to meet papa. This is a big step for me. Bringing home a girl to meet him has never happened before. No girl was ever worth it, but that’s before Leighton came into my life. Papa is just going to fall in love with her. I know I have. It’s moving quickly, yeah, I know it, but like my dad says, the heart wants what the heart wants.
It’s almost one a.m. by the time I get in from work. I smell like garlic and my hair feels greasy from helping in the kitchen tonight. I need a shower, pronto. As soon as I get home, I jump in. The warm water feels so good against my skin, but I know something that feels even better against my skin. The beautiful girl whose not more than ten feet away from me. Just the feeling of having her next to me, listening to her breathe as she sleeps, the smell of her hair, the taste of her skin puts me in a place of serenity. It’s all I can think about. We don’t really even have sex when I get in late. I hate waking her up, but sometimes all it takes is for her to roll over to face me, flutter her eyes open, we take one look at each other and the clothes fly off.
Our chemistry is undeniable, and so are these feelings I have for her. I miss her and I can’t get washed and dressed fast enough so I can go to her and hold her. I hear knocking at my door when I turn off the shower. I quickly wrap a towel around my waist, and hurry to the door. Who the hell could be knocking this time of night? Leighton’s fast asleep I’m sure, so maybe it’s James. I could have left something at the restaurant and he’s bringing it home for me. I push open the curtains to reveal who’s knocking.
Holy fucking shit! It’s my girl. She has two pony tails sticking out from either side of her head, she’s wearing black rimmed reading glasses, she’s wearing some kind of apron, and she’s holding a pizza box. What is going on here? Not that I’m complaining because she looks hot as hell. I slide open the door slowly. She’s chewing gum like a maniac and smacking it inside her mouth. Now I know what she’s doing. Ok, I’ll play along.
“Can I help you?”
“Um, yeah. I have a delivery here for a um, Luca Ferro?” She’s speaking in a Brooklyn style accent and blowing bubbles with that gum. Her lips are painted crimson, and she’s tapping one of her feet. I look down to see she’s wearing a pair of the highest, most sexiest pair of black and silver stiletto heels. Oh, I am so going to play along with the naughty pizza delivery girl act.
“I didn’t order a pizza. Maybe you have the wrong address.” Leighton looks at the numbers on my house then looks back at me.
“No, no this is the right address, and the check says to deliver to a tall, dark, handsome, man with a huge cock. Could that be you?”
Oh she plays this part well, and I got to keep it up. I drop my towel in front of her, revealing my intensely hard dick. Her eyes bug out of her head for a split second then she regains her composure.
“Why don’t you tell me.” I move away from the door and motion for her to come in. Leighton walks in my house in front of me and now I’m the one whose eyes are bugging out of my head. All I can see is her bare ass and fucking heels. She only has on an apron. It’s tied around her waist and the ties dip down to the top of her sexy butt. She turns around and places the pizza box on the counter.
“That will be thirteen dollars, sir.” She holds out her hand as to collect the money. This. Is. Fun.
“I wasn’t expecting a pizza so unfortunately I have no cash. I’m sorry.” She sighs.
“Well then I guess you’re going to have to work off your pizza debt somehow. Now let me think.” She’s walking around the living room, seductively. She bends over to pick up a magazine I have on the table. I get a perfect shot of that luscious ass of hers and I can’t help but to touch my swelling cock.
“I think I know how I can work it off. Put your foot up on the coffee table. Now.” I growl. She does what she’s told and I take myself in my naked glory and kneel before her. I gently lift the apron so I can get a good look at her beautiful pussy. All I want to do is please her, lick her and make her come in my mouth. I can’t wait to have a taste.
“Oh, God Luca, I’m coming. Oh, fuck.”
I feel her tense up and release. She circles her hips on my face and I’m still licking her clean. I can tell her body is more relaxed now, her juices flowing from my lips, down her thighs, and I know I have satisfied the woman I’m in love with. I want to tell her so much, but not like this. Her sweetness all over me, her bareness in my face.
“This is so much better than pizza.” I look up at her and she laughs. Her eyes then turn dark and her breathing changes. She wants me, and I want her. This is logic, this is wicked, this is an uninhibited need. She pulls me up by my hair and lunges for my mouth. We kiss passionately until I can’t wait for her any longer. My cock twitches against her belly and I can feel her nipples poke through the apron. I grab her by her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and I turn and slam her into the nearest wall. I impale her, and she gasps. I can’t get enough of this woman. She starts to buck her hips into me. Our rhythm is perfect and gratifying. She’s bouncing on me like she’s riding a freaking horse and I love watching her eyes as she does it. The stare she gives me is intense, full of fervor, and I want her to come again, this time, around me.
“Fuck me harder, Leighton, ride me faster, baby.” She obeys and does just that. I’m almost over the edge, falling quickly, but before I do, I have to see her first, so I tell her.
“I want you to look at me when you come. Look at me.” She pants and lets out a cry. I savor the feeling of her contracting around me. We are nose to nose, I’m still inside, and I pump into her a few more times before I come inside her. I throw my head back and scream out her name as I do. She throws her arms around my neck and holds me close. My legs feel weak, but I don’t want to let her go, not just yet. I bury my face into her neck, as we come down from our high.
“What a nice surprise,” I mumble into her neck.
“I missed you and figured you were hungry.”
“Well, you certainly satisfied my appetite. Is there really pizza in that box, or was it part of your little game.” Leighton looks up at me.
“What game? Oh, and yes, there’s really pizza.”
We smile at each other. Our gazes lock, and I push some loose hair away from her forehead.
“Oh, shit! I didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry, Leighton. You just got me so worked up. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Baby, it’s ok. All of our bases are covered. I swear. I’m fine, you’re fine. We trust each other.”
I move in slowly and give her a small, virtuous kiss.
“Come on and let’s take a shower. I’m sweating like a pig.” I yank on one of her ponytails and she strokes my face. I ease into her hand as she does so. She’s amazing. This girl is all I want, and all I’ll ever want. I want this, I want her, forever.
The time I spend with Leighton is time well spent. I love having coffee with her after my runs. It makes me work harder, run faster, just so I can get home to that beautiful face, but she’s more than just a pretty face. She’s so smart, funny, loving, caring. I just adore being around her.
Tonight we are headed to Lucky’s to see the 80’s band play. A friend of mine told me about them. He said they play at a club in Dewey Beach a lot but are looking for something a little more permanent. I just so happen to have a spot open for Saturday nights. If they’re as good as I hear they are then they are mine.
I don’t have to be in work till six and Leighton is just going to come with me, hang out for a while until the band starts. M.J. and her husband Ryan are coming up to listen to the band with her and have a few drinks. They missed the party we had a few weeks ago because one of their boys were sick. They don’t get out much, so this is a good opportunity for them. When Leighton and I get to the bar, it’s already packed. The weather outside is beautiful with the sea breeze blowing in from the ocean. All the tiki torches are lit, and I hear the laughter of the people around us.
“Baby, I see M.J. and Ryan walking in. Let’s flag them down.” I take her hand and wave mine to her friends. They see us, wave back, and make their way over. Leighton and M.J. hug and and Ryan and I do the bro hug thing.
“Ryan, how’s business? I have an idea for something new I want so I should come in to show you.”
“Sounds good to me man, and yes, the shop has been crazy. It always is in the summer.”
Ryan had to be the best tattoo artist in the business. I get so many compliments on mine, and James does with his too. M.J. sports a sleeve of bright colorful flowers, with her kids’ names and birth dates intertwined in the leaves of the flowers. It’s very cool, and looks good on her. I bend down and kiss her cheek.
“M.J., you look fantastic. How have you been?”
“Apparently not as fantastic as the two of you. Rumor has it you have this one smitten, Luca Ferro.” She shoves Leighton’s shoulder with hers and Leighton rolls her eyes, and I wink at her.
“On the contrary, M.J. It’s she who has me smitten.”
M.J. looks to Leighton with a dreamy look on her face, and Leighton punches her arm.
“Oh, please. Stop it. He’s ok. If you like the gorgeous, sweet, athletic type.”
“Oh, I’m gorgeous and sweet. Now that just earned you brownie points, Ms. Parks.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
“I don’t need brownie points with you, Mr. Ferro.” She comes over, grabs the lapels on my shirt and pulls me in for an unexpected kiss. It’s hot, it’s intense, and it feels so fucking good. When she pulls away from me, M.J. and Ryan are staring at us, jaws open, and we laugh. I swing my arm around Leighton and tell them to follow me to the table I reserved.
Once everyone sits, I take drink orders, and go up to James who’s at the bar. He’s really busy, so I keep my visit short and sweet. I grab the drinks, and head over to the table. The band is going on in about an hour, so the four of us just hang out and talk. It’s great catching up with them. We talk about the reunion coming up, and the girls discuss a little about how they were a bit unpopular. I still haven’t had a chance to dig out my old year book to see what Leighton looked like back then, not that it even matters. It would just be for my curiosity.
As I settle back in my chair after saying hi and shaking hands with a few of the patrons I know, I hear a voice that unmistakably sounds like nails on a fucking chalkboard. It’s Val.
“Luca, hey there, handsome. How’ve you been?” Her voice is high pitched, squeaky, and just fucking annoying.
Jesus Christ, why tonight? I take a sip of my beer and try not to make eye contact with her, but she’s practically in my face, waving her bright red acrylic nails at me. I look over at Leighton whose face is unreadable. I adjust my body so that my arm is no longer resting on the back of Leighton’s chair, but actually around her shoulders now.
“Hey, Val. How are you? What brings you here tonight?” I don’t really care but I don’t want to seem rude.
“Well, of course I came here to see you, silly.” I think I need to nip this in the bud before she embarrasses herself. Leighton is focused on M.J.’s face and I can feel her tapping he
r foot under the table.
I tell Leighton that I’ll be right back, and I get up and bend into Val’s ear, “Can I talk to you in private, Val?” She nods, and I take her by the elbow and towards the back where my office is. When we get there, she’s already got her arms around my neck. I think she’s been drinking because she is being so brazen. I grab her hands and pry her off me.
“Val, listen, I don’t want to hurt your feelings but I’m just not interested. I’m with Leighton now. We had a good time together but that was years ago. It just didn’t work out.” She folds her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes.
“Oh, come on, Luca. Leighton Parks? Be real. She’s a nothing, always was and always will be.”
“No Val, she’s real. She isn’t ‘nothing’, she’s everything. Please just accept that it would never work out between us.” I think my voice is a little harsh but the woman needs to get this through her head. “You are a good person, Val, and I like you as a friend, but that’s all we will ever be. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to Leighton and my friends.” I walk away and leave her standing there. I wasn’t trying to be a jerk; I just needed her to understand.
I make my way back to the table just as the band is about to start. I take a seat and Leighton looks at me and smiles that killer smile of hers. She doesn’t ask me a thing, never even attempts to. She just winks at me and taps on top of my hand with hers. Leighton is confidant, not allowing anyone to overpower her or make her feel weak. It’s just another reason why I’ve fallen in love with her. She sips her Cosmo and I see her lips touch the glass then she licks them tasting the remnants left over. She’s sex, and candy, and I can’t get enough of her. I could get lost in her every day of my life.