“I couldn’t keep you up last night because we had to get up early this morning, but tonight I plan to make up for that,” he all but growls out. I shudder with delight as his deep voice vibrates though me.
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I do end up taking a nap on the way to the house. Isaac wakes me about five minutes before we arrive at the house. As the shuttle climbs the hill to the house that will be our home for the next nine days and eight nights, I can feel my excitement growing. The vehicle finally comes to a stop in a semi-circular driveway and I think my mouth drops open in awe. Isaac showed me the pictures of the house via the rental website, but those pictures did not do justice to the view I have right now.
The Mediterranean style villa looks like it was plucked directly from some vineyard estate in Italy. Everyone is chattering excitedly as we exit the shuttle. The guys once again help the driver with the luggage.
A smartly dressed man exits the front door of the house. It’s the rental agent and he’s here to give us a quick tour of the property. As we follow him from room to room, Isaac has his hand curved around the back of my neck – his thumb slightly massaging behind my ear. I’m ready to get him back to our bedroom so he can strip me naked and have his way with me.
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A piercing whistle rents the air and we all turn to Judah who is standing in the foyer.
“Before we all go about our business, I just want to remind everyone of the main rule of the house while we are here,” he says in a serious voice.
Zoe and Ivy immediately start to giggle.
“And what rule is that?” Charlie asks with obvious mirth in his voice.
“No sex in the common areas of the house,” Judah replies as he gives pointed looks to Zoe and Charlie then Ivy and Wood.
“Amazing that needs to be said, isn’t it?” Isaac whispers to me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. A shiver runs up my spine right before my eyes go deer-caught-in-the headlights-wide when Judah directs his pointed gaze our way. Isaac’s wraps his arms around me, pulling me back against his chest, almost in a protective manner.
“I don’t know why you are looking at us. You have never caught us doing it out in the open,” Isaac says matter-of-factly.
“True, little brother, but there is a first time for everything.”
Isaac is right, Judah has never caught us having sex in any common areas of their house but that is not to say that we are innocent. We have fucked on every flat or semi-flat surface in that renovated farmhouse.
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Olivia - Later than night –shortly before Midnight
Our bedroom is at the end of the hall on the east side of the house. The room is spacious with a California king bed dominating the room. The best feature is in the ensuite bathroom though; there is an outdoor shower that is accessible via a glass door in the indoor shower.
Right now, Isaac and I are outside on the private patio that is attached to our bedroom. More precisely, we are sprawled on the oversize lounger. As I sit astride him, I look down at him. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing hard. I find myself smiling. I think I wore him out.
I am also leaking – eeww.
I quickly scramble off him and do an awkward shuffle-walk back into the bedroom. Somehow, we ended up making love on the patio instead of in the bedroom. I make my way into the ensuite bathroom and clean up. I return with a hot washcloth for Isaac. He hums in contentment as I go about cleaning him up before I toss the towel through the open patio door.
“What are you smiling at?” he asks sleepily, peering up at me with those eyes where I get a glimpse of the sweet little boy inside.
I smile bigger as I settle back in his lap, straddling him.
“Oh nothing…it’s just seems like I wore you out tonight…and here I was thinking you were going to keep me up all night. I think you might be getting old Mr. Rossi.”
Isaac’s 37th birthday was a few weeks ago.
“But that’s okay,” I lean down to give him a quick kiss. “I think I’ll keep you anyway.”
A flash of something wild flashes in his dark eyes right before he deftly flips me over on my stomach and pins me to the lounger; I can already feel him getting hard as he grinds his hips against my ass.
He dips his head and whispers darkly in my ear, “Old, huh?” He uses his knees to spread my legs and then he slides into me. “Let me show you old.”
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Olivia - Day 3 of Sonoma Vacation
Note to self – never tease Isaac about being old.
It is two days after I made the old comment and every time I stand up (or sit down), I can still feel him. We haven’t made love since the first night because I have been too sore, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t cum. Isaac has used that perfect tongue of his to make me lose my mind.
I sit down on the barstool at the kitchen counter and I only feel a slight residual soreness. I prop my chin up with my hands as I watch Isaac make our dinner. Everybody else went into the nearby town for the afternoon and evening, but we decided to stay at the house and chill.
He comes over with a glass of white wine, a devilish smile playing on his lips as he winks at me. I even think his dimples are winking at me. He drops a kiss to the top of my head, setting the wine glass in front of me. He snakes a hand down between my legs, cupping me lightly there.
“I’m sorry that your pussy is still sore Baby Girl,” he says for like the umpteenth time. As he turns and walks away from me, I catch a glimpse of his full-on smile.
Let’s me be perfectly clear - Isaac is not the least bit sorry and you can best believe I won’t be calling him old ever again – teasing or otherwise.
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Isaac - Day 5 of Sonoma Vacation (afternoon)
The atmosphere in the luxury SUV as it climbs the long driveway to the rental house is still exuberant. The guys and I have just come back from our second and final day at the racing school and we are still amped up from lapping the racetrack at break neck speeds. Judah pulls the SUV into one of the garage bays.
“What time are the girls getting back?” Charlie asks as we all climb out of the vehicle and enter the house.
“I think that their last vineyard stop is at four or four-thirty then they are going to head to an early dinner afterwards, so they should be back by seven or eight,” Judah replies.
While we have been at the racing school the past two days, the girls have been doing their own thing. Yesterday they had a day at a local spa to get pampered or whatever they do at the spa. All I know is that when I made love to Liv last night her skin was beyond soft. Today, they have been touring various vineyards for wine tasting.
Once in the house, we all go our separate ways, no doubt to shower and wash off the dirt and grime that our day produced. A little after 6pm, after we have showered and eaten dinner, we are all kicked back in the large TV room watching a basketball game when all of our phones start chiming/pinging, indicating we each have a text message. I pull my phone from the pocket of my sweatpants and I have a text from the shuttle driver.
We hired a shuttle bus to drive the girls around to all the vineyards for their wine tasting – matter of fact the driver, Nick, is the same one who picked us up from the airport.
Shuttle driver Nick - Change of plans – no dinner tonight for your young ladies – will be at house in about 5 minutes.
I look up and it is apparent that we all received the same text. We abandon the basketball game on TV and make our way towards the front door. A few moments later, the sleek black shuttle bus pulls around the circle drive.
“Why do you think they skipped dinner?” Judah asks.
“They are probably piss drunk,” Wood replies with a chuckle. We all nod our heads, knowing that he is more-than-likely correct.
Driver Nick steps out first and comes over to greet us.
“Evening Gentlemen - I decided to bring your young ladies ho
me instead of taking them to the restaurant for dinner as agreed upon. In their present state, I don’t think they would do well in a restaurant.”
“They’re drunk aren’t they?” Judah asks, unsuccessfully trying not to laugh.
“Extremely tipsy,” Nick counters as he tries to hide a smile. “I just thought it would be best to bring them home.”
“No problem,” I say, reaching to shake his hand. “Thank you for looking out for them. I hope they were not too much trouble. I know that when they drink, they can get a bit rowdy.”
Nick brushes off my comment.
“Nonsense! Yes, they are extremely tipsy, but they were wonderful and have behaved beautifully.” He runs a hand through his thick gray hair before continuing. “I have enjoyed looking after them. If you want, you can each board the bus and collect your young lady.” Nick sweeps a hand toward the bus.
It takes us a good ten minutes to extract the girls from the shuttle bus. They don’t want to leave, exclaiming ‘that the bus takes them to places that serve wine’.
A few hours later, I have managed to get some food into Liv - along with a couple bottles of water and two ibuprofen tablets. I take a hot shower with her and dress her for bed. When I join her in bed, she has removed her t-shirt and is only wearing yellow cotton panties. I find her t-shirt amongst the covers and hand it back to her.
She balls it up and throws in on the floor as she slinks up to me and starts kissing my neck. Her small hand runs along my chest before traveling down to my cock. As much as I want to make love to Liv, I am not going to do it while she is drunk.
“Liv, stop - I am not going to take advantage of you while you’re drunk.” I say softly as I still her hand.
“Well, why not? I’m horny and I want you.” She sits back and looks at me. Those pierced nipples of her are begging to be sucked. It would be so easy – so good. Then I look up into her eyes and see the glassiness from all the wine she has consumed.
“Yeah…well tough. It’s not going to happen.”
It would be different if I was drunk too, but I am stone-cold sober and I refuse to fuck her if there is a chance she won’t remember or she can only give me her drunken consent.
She blows a raspberry at me and scoots under the sheet, putting her back to me. I watch the pretty butterscotch skin of her back, rise and fall as she drifts off to sleep. I turn off the bedside lamp and spoon her, holding her into my arms as I allow myself to drift off to sleep.
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Isaac
I walk into the kitchen seeing Judah at the stove.
“Morning,” I mumble out as I pour myself a cup of coffee.
“Morning,” he replies.
I take a few sips from my cup and I start to help him with breakfast. A few minutes pass by before Wood and Charlie trickle into the kitchen, both grabbing a cup of coffee before taking seats at the kitchen counter.
“How are Zoe and Ivy?” I ask as I add more batter to the waffle maker.
Charlie chuckles softly before answering. “Zoe is good - knocked the hell out but good. I think she got this drunk because she is going to stop drinking in January.”
Judah and I both turn to Charlie wondering what the hell is talking about; our sister loves her wine and would never give it up.
“What do you mean stop drinking?” Judah asks before I can.
Charlie ducks his head and his ears turn red.
“We’re going to start trying to get pregnant in the New Year,” he finally says.
Elation spreads through me and before I know it, I am engulfing Charlie in a hug. And Judah must have the same elation because he joins in the hug too.
We’re going to be Uncles!
“Yeah?” Judah asks excitedly. Charlie gives him a shit-eating grin before nodding his reply.
“And what about Ivy?” I ask looking at Wood.
He smirks before he takes a sip of his coffee, then swallows.
“Fuck no – my wife is just a lush. We have talked about kids and we are happy to do without and just spoil the ones you guys have. We are more than okay with being just Uncle Wood and Aunt Ivy.”
His response is not really a surprise to me. I have known for a while that Ivy doesn’t want children and I am glad to know that Wood and her are on the same page regarding not having them.
Charlie indicates that even though Zoe has told the girls about their plans to try for a baby, they don’t want anyone else to know, so he asks us to keep the information quiet. Judah, Wood and I agree as we get back to cooking. We have been enjoying a comfortable silence, when Judah speaks up.
“So since we are sort of confessing, don’t you have something you want to share with us Isaac?” my brother asks.
I try to suppress a smile as I stack the last waffle on the plate. I turn, wiping my hands on the dishcloth thrown over my shoulder before I stick my hand into my front jeans pocket and pull out my phone. I got Liv’s engagement ring last week and I have a picture of it on my phone. I plan to talk to her dad first before I ask her though.
I open my phone’s photo album and scroll to the picture of the one carat, round halo diamond engagement ring. The actual ring is safely in my lockbox back in Richmond. I show the screen to Wood and Charlie.
They both give me wide grins and Judah slaps me on the back.
“Is that an engagement ring?” Charlie asks, a slow smile spreading on his lips.
I nod.
“Really?” Wood asks – excitement in his voice. I just nod again and then I am the one engulfed in manly hugs and congratulations.
“And please keep this to yourselves – no telling your wives or Maddie,” I say once we all settle down and start to load up our plates with food. They both nod in agreement.
“When are you going to ask her?” Charlie asks after wiping his mouth with his napkin and taking a sip of his orange juice.
I finish chewing before answering, “Well, I want to talk to her dad first and since Liv and I are going to spend Thanksgiving week with them, I figure I will do that then. I want to ask her on her birthday, in March, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Why do you need to talk to her dad first?” Charlie asks, cramming his face with large bit of a folded waffle drenched in syrup. “Just ask her and be done with it. You don’t need his permission.” He looks at me with those chameleon eyes of his.
“So you mean elope like you did with Zoe and deal with the fallout afterwards?” I counter.
“Isaac – it’s been almost three years, get over it. Your sister and I are married. No, I didn’t ask Mr. Matty for his daughter’s hand in marriage, but if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t do it any differently.” His stare is serious. I know he loves my sister, but sometimes I still get irritated that he and Zoe eloped and kept their marriage a secret.
I reach my hand over the table and give him a fist pound, so he knows we are cool. Charlie, in addition to Wood, is like a brother to me and I never want anything to come between us.
Chapter 13 – Thanksgiving
Olivia
As I exit the restroom, I scan the grounds for Isaac and Chewy. We have stopped at an interstate rest area for a quick break. We are on the way to my parents’ house in Atlanta for the Thanksgiving holiday. I walk further down the walkway, towards Isaac’s truck and I still don’t see them.
When I reach the truck, I scan the parking lot and still no Isaac or Chewy. I turn around and go back up the walkway and that is when I hear Chewy’s playful barking. I veer off the paved walkway and follow the sounds around the corner of the building.
I admire Isaac’s broad back as he throws a small ball a few feet away from him so that Chewy can fetch it. I smile to myself. While we were on vacation in Sonoma, Mr. Matty taught Chewy how to fetch – well, sort of. Chewy does well with retrieving the ball, but he is not so good at returning it; which is why I hear Isaac urging Chewy to bring the ball to him as Chewy plops down on the ground and starts chewing on the ball.
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I walk up beside Isaac and wrap my arm around his lean waist, leaning into his side.
“He’s still not getting it huh?” I ask as Isaac brings his arm around me and pulls me closer.
He kisses the top of my head.
“Nope – not at all,” he says with a chuckle.
I watch him pull a dog biscuit from his pocket and wave it in offer to Chewy. Chewy looks up and abandons the ball, ambling over to us. Isaac releases his hold on me and feeds Chewy the biscuit. I watch him walk to retrieve the ball, which is now wet with Chewy’s slobber. He holds up the ball with a grimace.
“I’m gonna go wash this off and use the restroom. I’ll meet you at the truck.”
He fishes his keys from his jeans pocket and hands them to me. He also hands me Chewy’s leash. I let Chewy finish his biscuit before I clip the leash to his collar. Once back at the truck, I get him settled in the back seat before settling into the front seat. Just as I finish rubbing hand sanitizer on my hands, Isaac emerges from the restroom.
I let out an audible sigh as I watch him walk down the walkway and to the truck.
I could spend all day watching that man walk.
He moves so confidently with just a hint of cocky swagger that is so damn sexy to me. Before getting into the truck, he takes off his zip-up hoodie and places in the back seat next to Chewy – who is already dozing off to sleep.
“You ready?” he asks as looks at me and starts the truck.
I lean over the console and give him quick kiss.
“Always,” I mumble against his lips.
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We arrive at my parents’ house a little before 4pm. My nieces meet us at the door and I am surprised that they aren’t dressed like little hookers. They actually look like the newly turned 17-year-olds that they are. For once, their jeans are not painted on and they are wearing matching maroon t-shirts – well almost matching t-shirts. While Dani’s shirt says ‘Team Santa,’ Daisy’s shirts says ‘Team Rudolph’.
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