by Chelle Bliss
“Yeah, we better go before Mama Gallo puts out an APB.”
She giggled, climbing in my lap. “You make her sound so horrible, but your mom is a sweetheart,” she said, resting her forehead against mine.
“You’ve never seen her other side, Mia. She’s Italian and has a temper. No mild-mannered woman can raise four boys.”
“I’ll remember that,” she said, caressing my cheek.
“If we sit here any longer, I’m going to christen the waiting room and maybe one of the exam rooms. How do those stirrup things work again?” I smirked against her lips.
Mia smacked me, shaking her head. “Oh, no you don’t. Not today, at least.” She jumped off my lap and held her hand out.
“You’re lucky my ma is waiting, or else I’d say fuck it, and take you right here, right now.” I grabbed her hand.
“Yeah, just my luck.” She rolled her eyes and giggled.
To see Mia so happy and full of laughter made everything worth it. The long hours at the clinic and shop, busting my ass to get it done right.
She completed me.
Jesus, now I’m quoting Jerry Maguire.
Dick check. Still there. Whew.
I may not be a pussy, but although I’d never admit it, I was pussy whipped.
Mia did that to me, and I couldn’t be fucking happier.
***
“All women are crazy,” I said as we walked to my parents’ front door.
“Let’s qualify crazy.” Mia coughed.
I called Tammy crazy, but my ma wasn’t. Ma was more excessive than crazy. There wasn’t an open spot in the driveway, or on their block for that matter.
“What’s wrong?” Mia asked, tilting her head.
“I told my ma to have a small get-together. There has to be at least fifty people in that house, based on all these cars.”
“Leave her alone. It makes her happy, right?” Mia asked, rubbing my arm.
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss in her palm.
“Everyone is waiting to see you.”
“To see us, Mia, not just me.” I pushed open the door and shook my head.
“Hey,” a few voices sounded as we walked inside.
I couldn’t see an open space from the foyer, through the great room, and out to the pool. Wall-to-wall people holding drinks filled my parents’ home. I held Mia’s hand as we made our way through the house.
“Wait,” she said, stopping to grab a photo from a side table near the couch.
“What?”
Holding it close to her face, she asked, “Is this you?” She looked at me and back to the photo.
“Yep, that’s me.” I forgot my mother had the photo sitting out for the world to see.
“You look so…so…” She swiped her fingers across the glass with a smile.
“Handsome? Buff? Sexy?” I asked with a grin.
“I was going to say young, but we can go with your descriptions if you prefer,” she said, and giggled.
“I was a whole lot of trouble back then,” I said as I grabbed my freshman year wrestling photo.
Too much of my manhood showed through the tiny maroon singlet, but when I had it on back in the day, I wore it like a proud son of a bitch.
“You haven’t changed much since then,” she said as I put the photo back exactly where my mother had it.
“Checking out my cock?” I whispered in her ear.
“Shh.” She turned, hitting me. “Someone might hear you.”
“They’re loud and Italian—trust me, they didn’t hear a thing.”
“I did,” Joe said as he smacked my ass with his cane.
“Lucky I don’t hit the handicapped, brother.” I gave him a giant bear hug. “Where’s Suzy?” I asked, looking around.
“Girl talking. It makes me batshit crazy. I love the woman, but being with her twenty-four-seven can be a test to any relationship.” He shook his head and laughed. “Thank God I can walk now and go to the shop for a couple hours.”
“I haven’t talked to the girls lately. Maybe I’ll go join them and let you two chat.” Mia kissed my cheek.
“Go ahead, love. I’ll find Ma and let her know we’re here.” I patted her ass and watched her walk away.
“You got it bad, bro. It’s nice to see I’m not the only one around here being led around by my balls.” Joe slapped me on the back.
I sighed. This family—I loved them, but they were all a pain in the ass.
Mia
I felt like I weighed two hundred pounds as I grabbed the open spot next to Suzy on the couch. “My God, do they always eat like this?” I asked.
“Always,” Suzy said with a sigh, leaning back as she rubbed her stomach. “I swear I’ve gained ten pounds since I started hanging out with this family. Everything revolves around food. Doesn’t matter the occasion, food is always on hand.”
“At least it’s good food,” I said, happy to be off my feet. The couch felt like lying on a cloud of feathers. The soft cotton material would make it hard to stay awake.
“She’s the best cook ever. I look forward to coming here on Sunday. Don’t get me wrong, Joey is an amazing cook, but nothing beats his mother’s home cooking.”
“I wish Michael could cook.”
“Whatcha girls talking about?” Izzy said as she plopped her skinny ass between us.
“Talking about your brothers,” Suzy said.
“I have all the dirt, ladies. I can tell you some stories that would make you fall off the couch in a fit of giggles,” Izzy replied.
“Why isn’t Anthony taken?” I asked.
“He likes to play the field. Someday a lady will bring him to his knees and have him begging to be hers. Until then, he prefers the manwhore status. He’s gets a little carried away with his groupies,” Izzy said sarcastically. “Men, total pigs. It’s bullshit that he’s sowing his wild oats and playing the field, and if a girl did that shit she’s easy and a slut.”
“Sexism will never die,” Suzy replied, patting Izzy on the leg.
“Not in this damn family—too many cocks for it to be equal. Having you ladies around helps, though. My ma and I have always been outnumbered.”
She made me feel like I was part of the family. I wanted to fit in and be a member of this tight-knit group. Holidays, including Christmas, had consisted of my parents and me for the last couple of years.
“If you two bitches have kids, they better have vaginas.” Izzy laughed. “The world isn’t big enough for any more Gallo men.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that for a while,” I said quickly.
“Yeah, not an issue,” Suzy said, sitting up.
“Suzy, come on. Joey has your ass on your back more than a two-bit whore looking for her next fix. Your ass is going to get knocked up sooner or later.”
“We’re careful, Izzy.”
“Whatever. Someone better give my mother a damn grandchild. She’s already crocheting blankets, and she’s going to get desperate and start bothering me if you ladies don’t come through. I’m entirely too young to ruin this body.”
“Oh, shut the hell up, Izzy,” Suzy said as she slapped Izzy’s hand down.
“I’m just saying, Suzy. It’s your duty to carry on the Gallo Legacy.”
“Fucking great. Don’t let Joey hear you say that,” Suzy muttered, closing her eyes and pinching her nose between her fingers.
A shadow fell over us, and I peered up to see Joe looking at us with curiosity.
“Let me hear Izzy say what?” Joe asked with a crooked smile.
Suzy looked up, a giant smile painted on her face. “Nothing, sweetie,” she said without flinching.
“Babies, Joe. Get on that shit,” Izzy said, smacking his good leg.
“I’m on that shit all time, aren’t I, sugar?
Suzy’s cheeks turned pink as she looked at him “There’s always room for improvement,” she said with a smirk.
I loved this family as much as I loved Michael. Th
ey had become my home away from home, with my parents back in Minnesota. Suzy and Izzy were the sisters I never had and always wanted.
Michael was my savior.
Saving me from my nightmares, from the heart-crushing sadness of the ER, and giving me the greatest gift of all—happiness.
***
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Novella featuring City & Suzy
1
Suzy
Thanksgiving
“Push,” City barked as his face turned red.
“I am pushing, damn it.” I could barely breathe.
“More, just a little bit more,” he said through gritted teeth. “One more push, sugar.”
I bore down and used my legs as leverage. My face felt prickly and I wanted to give up. It was too much for me to handle. I couldn’t do this. Why did I ever think I could? City always made my mind crazy and had me agreeing to do things I didn’t want. I knew I didn’t have the physical strength to handle this.
I grunted, exhausted. “Fuck, I give up,” I said, gasping for air but not letting go.
“You know your filthy mouth does wicked shit to me,” he said, winking at me.
“I’m in no mood to talk about your dick right now, Joseph.” I glared at him. Sweat broke out near my hairline as my legs began to tremble.
“As soon as we’re done, I’m going to show you exactly how hard that mouth makes me.”
I glared daggers at him. I didn’t want to think about his beautiful cock. “Not happening,” I said as I pushed with all my strength. “Are you even helping?” I bit out.
“What the fuck does it look like?”
“Looks like you’re standing there getting a kick out of watching me push this damn thing by myself.” I grunted, my knuckles turning white.
“If I could push and get this shit done, I sure as fuck would, sugar. You can do this.”
I shook my head just as the bed slid into place. “I’m never helping you move furniture again. Shit’s for the birds,” I said as I collapsed on the bed.
The light streaming through the windows threw a shadow on the bed as City stood between my legs. “You were the one that said I shouldn’t do it alone. Who am I to stop you when you put your foot down?”
He looked like an angel with the glowing sunlight behind him. His body was just as divine as it was the night I met him over a year ago. He had a chiseled jaw covered in short, dark hair, his fierce blue eyes shining as bright as the sun, his dark brown hair a mess. I wanted him just as much as I did the first time we touched.
I smiled at him as I admired his ruggedness. “You’re still recovering, City. I didn’t want you to get hurt. We didn’t have to do it right this second, I just made a suggestion.”
“Sugar, I know how you are. You don’t do suggestions. You wanted it moved and now it is.” He leaned forward, hovering over my lips. “I’m not breakable. I’m healed and got the okay to go back to full activity.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled; the man made my heart skip a beat because I loved him so much. “I didn’t know you were holding out on me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You couldn’t have moved the bed by yourself anyway. It’s too heavy.”
“I could’ve, but it was more fun to watch you struggle.” The deep vibrations of his laughter shook the bed.
I smacked his shoulder. “Could not.” I grinned.
“Could too. Where was I?” He stared into my eyes. “Ah,” he said, grinding his dick into my leg. “That filthy mouth of yours.”
“You made me this way. I used to be sweet and pure. Now look at me,” I said, digging my fingers into his thick hair.
“I’m looking, Suz, and I’m loving everything about you. I fell in love with the girl I found on the side of the road. You’re mine forever now,” he said as he pulled my arm down and placed a kiss on the diamond ring he gave me after his accident.
The happiness I felt was mixed with sorrow at the bitter memory of almost losing him. I would’ve been lost if he died that day. I never realized how full my life was and how much he meant to me until he was almost ripped from my grasp. “Always yours, City. Make love to me,” I whispered against his lips.
“There’s my cock-loving girl.” He crushed his mouth to mine, his hands sliding up the side of my tank top. His touch gave me the shivers; the depth of his voice stole my breath even after a year. I couldn’t get enough. I was his cock-loving whore, but only his. He had that effect on me.
Just as the rough tip of his finger touched my nipple, an alarm sounded from downstairs. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back.
“Ugh, really?” I whined. “Can’t we just let it go for a little while longer? Please?” I begged, grinding my panties against him, feeling the hard piercing press against my clit.
He leaned his forehead against mine, drawing in a shaky breath. “We can’t. You know how my family is. I can’t ruin the turkey. I’ll never hear the end of that shit, and neither will you.”
I pouted, running my fingernails up and down the back of his neck. “Five more minutes won’t matter.”
“When have we ever taken five minutes?” he asked, sitting up. “Up ya go. We have cooking to do, woman. Everyone will be here in two hours.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me forward.
“I don’t know why we couldn’t just get everything pre-cooked. I survived Thanksgiving without having made everything from scratch.” I collided with his chest, peering into his baby blues with a smile.
“Gallos do not do already prepared. You watch and I’ll cook.” He kissed the top of my head, reaching under my ass and pulling me into his lap.
“How about,” I whispered against his lips, rubbing the rough stubble on his face, “if I help and I get a little City appetizer before they get here.”
He smirked, a small laugh escaping his lips. “You want to cook?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I want cock and for that I’ll cook.” I smiled, nipping his lips.
“You got yourself a deal, sugar,” he said as he grabbed my sides and tossed me on the bed and ran. I giggled and kicked, hopping off to run after him.
2
City
“You look flushed, dear,” Ma said to Suzy as she hugged her. “Are you feeling well?”
I covered my mouth, hiding the smile while Suzy blushed an even deeper shade of red.
“I’m just fine, Mrs. G.” Suzy glared at me as she patted my ma’s back.
“Are you sure?” Ma rested her hand on Suzy’s stomach. “No bun in the oven yet?”
Oh, fuck. Suzy was about to pop her lid. I looked down, holding my face in my hand, unable to look Suzy in the eyes.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. No bun, Mrs. G.”
“It’s okay, love, and stop with the Mrs. G. Call me Ma. Soon it will be official.”
“Yes, Ma.”
I couldn’t look up. Pissed-off Suzy was too damn cute and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop my laughter.
“Son.” My ma rested her hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Mama.” I wrapped my arms around her and snuck a glance at my bride-to-be. She had my pop’s full attention.
“Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” She kissed my cheek, standing on her tiptoes.
“You too, Ma. Thanks for pissing Suzy off for me.” I laughed.
“Just don’t want anyone to forget about a grandbaby.” She smiled innocently.
“We wouldn’t forget, Ma. We watch you knit every Sunday.”
“Crochet,” she corrected me. “Is she really okay? I haven’t seen her so red in a while.”
I couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out. “She’s just fine, Ma. She had her hands full before you got here.” I looked over my ma’s shoulder, winking at Suzy.
Her mouth dropped open as she realized what I said. Before my parents walked in the door, she was on her knees sucking me off. Her hand cupped my balls while the other stroked my shaft. Pure motherfucking heaven.
“I know Thanksgiving is
a lot of work, Joseph. We appreciate all your hard efforts.” She wrapped her hands around my back and turned toward Suzy. “It means a lot to us.”
“It was hard”—I coughed—“work, Ma, but Suzy took it like a champion.” My body shook against my mother as I placed a kiss on her hair.
Suzy’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “Just a little thing, Ma,” Suzy said, and then laughed.
I nodded to Suzy, impressed with her quickness. I’d get her later for that comment. “Hey, Pops.” I couldn’t take the double meaning anymore. I needed to change the direction of this conversation.
“The house looks amazing, son.” He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a giant bear hug. I loved that my father wasn’t afraid to show us how much he cared.
“We just finished everything last week. I don’t ever want to build another house again. What a pain in the ass!” I said as I smacked him on the back.
“The fireplace framed by the ceiling-to-floor windows is breathtaking,” Ma said, as she walked to look out at the windows. There was a large pool with a waterfall on the lanai.
“I always thought you’d go with more of a classic Florida style of architecture, but I must say, I love the log cabin look. Reminds me of when your ma and I would take trips to the mountains before we had you kids.” He walked next to Ma and placed his arm around her. He rubbed her shoulder, slowly stroking her skin while they rested their heads together.
Ma patted his hands and then turned. “Where’s the nursery?” she asked with a large smile on her face.
“It’s a spare bedroom, Ma,” I said, trying not to laugh. The woman was relentless.
“Someday there will be a baby in there,” she said, pointing at Suzy.
A change of subject was needed quickly. “Want a drink, Pop?” I asked, wrapping my arm around him, leading him into the kitchen.
“I’d love a stiff one,” he replied, looking around the finished living room.
“Yeah, Suzy had one before you got here.” I smiled, looking back at her over my shoulder.
“I’ll get it for you, Mr. G,” Suzy said as she walked by and elbowed me in the ribs. “Why don’t you show your parents all the hard work we’ve done?”