by Blue Saffire
I watch as the smile crumbles from her face. She looks down at her lap. “Everything has changed,” she whispers almost to herself.
“Hey,” I say softly, lifting her chin to look her in her eyes. “Has he hurt you? You can tell me.”
Shannon shakes her head vigorously. “It’s not that,” she says popping up from her seat. “He is nothing but charming and attentive toward me.”
She pauses her words and starts to pace. As always my little sister looks all sweet and innocent in a pale pink sheath dress that elegantly showcases her curves. However, there is something different as I look a little more closely. Where she would normally wear a pair of kitten heels, her nude pumps are showing off tone legs beneath her knee length dress.
As she wrinkles her nose in thought I notice she is wearing more makeup then usual as well. This is definitely different. While Shannon maybe fairer than I am she still has flawless mocha olive skin. She has never worn more than lip gloss and occasionally some mascara.
My eyes swipe over my sister, I tilt my head to get a better look at her. Her blonde locks are darker now. More brown than blonde. It is usually just a shade darker than platinum.
Shannon stops pacing and starts to bite her lip. I watch as uncertainty crosses her face. It makes me want to protect my sister. She has always been painfully shy no thanks to her mother. Angela has always insisted on pushing whenever she doesn’t just ignore her. Shannon is only useful to her mother when she is looking to show she has the perfect life, perfect family and perfect daughter.
“What is it, Shannon?” I ask.
“I…,” she wrings her hands in front of her. “I want to sleep with Luca.”
I just stare at her for a moment, not sure if I have really heard her words right. “O…kay, he is your fiancé I would think that would be an easy fix,” I say confused. Honestly, I thought they were sleeping together after she told me about him talking in his sleep.
Shannon sighs and plops down next to me. “Okay, I may have said that wrong. I …I have feelings for him. I think I may be falling in love with him. It’s just I don’t think he… what if I give myself to him but he is not able to give himself to me.
“So what I was thinking was that if I have sex with him I will know, you know. I’ll know if he can love me back, if not then I’ll find a way out of this like you have. I …I just can’t marry someone I have fallen in love with without knowing he loves me back.”
I just stare at my little sister. I blink a few times as I try to make sense of her logic. When all her words sink in I burst into laughter. “I’m sorry,” I gasp through laughs as she narrows her eyes at me. “It’s just first off. Sleeping with Luca will only make things worse if you are in love with him. Second, I was able to marry Uri because he was once Papa’s number one choice for me.”
“Well it’s not like it matters anyway. He won’t touch me. We’ve shared a bed since the engagement more than once and he only spoons me in bed. I’ve thought of seducing him but I don’t have the first clue how,” she blushes.
“Oh that we can fix,” I tell her with a mischievous smile.
Shannon’s eyes widen and she gulps. “Are things good with you and Uri, a mean you know,” she blushes deeper.
“Things are amaaaazing,” I drag out and laugh. “He is insatiable which totally surprised me, but I am not complaining.”
Shannon giggles and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. “It’s so good to have you home. So you’ll help me,” she gushes.
“I didn’t say that. I have a few questions for you first. I mean what if you are right and he is in love with someone else? If we do this it will just hurt more, do you understand that?” I ask cautiously. I don’t want to tell her what little I know of Pamela.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I get that and I know this probably sounds crazy but I just need to know for myself. The Luca I get when he is awake is great. He is sweet and caring. I want to believe that that Luca is falling for me too. But when he sleeps it is a different story. You know?”
“Okay fine, I’ll help but we are not going to seduce him the way you planned. You leave this to me. I saw the way he looked at you earlier. I think there is hope after all,” I beam at my sister because I did see something in Luca’s eyes when they arrived.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
“She is driving me crazy,” Luca groans into his hands as we sit in my study having a drink. “Have you seen her? She was a knock out with the blonde hair but the darker she dyes it the harder my dick gets.”
I throw my head back and laugh. When I first talked to Luca briefly I thought I was going to have to run an intervention between him and Pamela. Hearing him now I think my cousin has actually fallen in love for real this time.
“So what is the problem? You two are engaged, just shag her or set a fucking wedding date already,” I shrug and take a sip of brandy.
“Shag her? She’s a virgin you British Prick,” Luca grumbles.
“Ah, there is the cousin I know and love. And here I thought you went and grew a pussy and disappeared,” I tease. “You do still know I have more Italian blood in me than you and I have been to Italy more times than you have even thought about,” I lift a brow at him. He shakes his head at me with a rueful smile. “I still don’t see the problem she is going to be your wife.”
“I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right after the shit I pulled on Pam. I feel like I shouldn’t touch Shannon until it official. I don’t know,” he huffs and gulps down the remainder of his drink.
“Maybe you need some closure with Pamela,” I say out loud before I fully think it through.
Luca’s head shoots up and his eyes glow with hope. I know I have said the wrong thing. “You’ve always been able to get her to listen. Do you think you can get her to see me?” He asks with too much excitement for my liking.
“That was not what I meant Luca,” I sigh. It is time I tell him the truth about Pamela. I still can’t believe that he has been so self-centered that he has missed the fact that she has been right under his nose this whole time. “She will be giving birth to her twin girls soon, starting a new family.”
Luca stands to his feet vibrating with rage. I take another sip of my drink because I know he knows better than to aim that rage at me. He runs a hand through his hair as if reeling in his temper.
“She’s pregnant? What the fuck, Uri? She’s having my baby?” Luca snarls.
I snort and glare at him. “You really are an arrogant schmuck aren’t you?” I snarl back at him. “You think you are the only man in the world? She has moved on you prick and she is happy. They are not your babies.”
Luca staggers back into his seat. He drops his head into his hands. “Just like that,” Luca chokes out a humorless laugh.
“When will you be honest with yourself about how you really treated her? Maybe that is the guilt that is keeping you from your fiancée now. Admit that letting Pamela go was the right thing to do and move on. She has,” I say truthfully.
He lets out another bark of laughter. “Shannon is the one that has asked her father to hold off on the wedding not me,” Luca says grudgingly.
“Stop talking about Pamela in your sleep and she may just go along with the wedding,” I say dryly causing Luca’s head to snap up.
“You’re fucking… are you serious? Fuck,” Luca stammers in stunned exasperation. “That explains so much.”
“I bet it does. Let’s see where the women have gotten off to. I’m sure Valentina should be ready by now,” I reply and stand from the chair in my study.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
I look in the mirror one last time. I feel confident that my sister has given me the advice I need to change things with Luca. I spent the day in the spa with Valentina, having every inch waxed and treated. I dyed my hair once again coming closer to my natural jet black color.
I noticed Luca staring at a pretty brunette once when we first met. Since then I have noticed that he tends to notice dark haired women
more than others. I have been testing the theory a shade at a time. I smooth my hands down my cream colored dress.
I have medium sized breasts so I can pull this dress off with no bra, which is necessary. The back of the dress has the back cut out and the front plunges down just below the breasts. I’m showing off more cleavage than I ever have in my life. I sigh and turn to exit the bathroom as Luca calls out for me.
I step out to see Luca in the mirror in the bedroom fixing his tie. He is so gorgeous. Over six feet tall with a lean build, but still well defined under his suits. Luca has the face of a God with his blue eyes and full lips. He and Uri look alike but were Uri has dark blonde hair Luca’s is jet black like my natural hair. His dark thick brows and lashes highlight his amazing eyes and straight nose. Where Uri wears a beard, Luca is usually clean shaven or has a little day’s worth of stubble. He took my breath away the first time I met him.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Luca demands as he turns from the mirror. I can see the desire in his eyes as they slide over my body. The dress stops mid-thigh, showing off my long toned legs in the six inch red heels Valentina insisted upon. My matching red lips lift into a smile. I mentally give my sister a high five.
Luca’s eyes take a second trip over my body and I can see the hunger that ignites in them. It is the same look I see Uri give Valentina. I don’t care what my sister says she and Uri are in love. I hate that she shuts down about her feelings. I know more is going on between them than just sex, but that is Valentina.
I shrug my shoulders at Luca. “Since we are going to the club tonight I thought I should dress club appropriate,” I say as innocently as I can.
He takes me in yet again, his eyes scanning my hair, crossing my face to linger on my lips a few beats before dropping to my breasts and then lingering again on my hips and legs. I swear he just growled in the back of his throat. He looks at his watch and curses. Uri has a car arriving to take the four of us to dinner and a club that the two of them own. My sister had me purposely get dressed at the last minute. When his eyes flicker up at me again I see his lips press and I know we have him just where we want him.
He runs a hand through his hair in frustration and turns from me cursing some more. I can swear from looking at his back he reaches to adjust himself in his pants. I have to fight to keep from doing a little wiggle to celebrate how well this is working.
When he turns around to face me once again he glares at my dress. “You stick with me tonight. I don’t want you out of my sight,” he rumbles and turns to storm out of the room.
This time I do a little dance and fist pump the air, my big sister rocks. Taking one last look in the mirror at my long locks to make sure my waves are nice and neat as the curls tumble down my back I wink at myself. I then take off after Luca as he growls my name.
~B~
“What are these two playing at,” I grumble into my drink to my cousin. I almost swallowed my own tongue when Shannon stepped out in that dress and those red fuck me heels.
Uri snorts. “I don’t know but Valentina knows I’m going to whip her ass when we get home,” he replies as he narrows his eyes at his wife but the words are softened by the small smile in the corners of his lips. Something tells me they are both going to enjoy that ass whipping. Uri had to rush off to the club ahead of us so he did not see his wife slide into the limo in that too short plum dress that halters at the neck and plunges to just above her navel.
Her back is completely bare and if I thought Shannon’s shoes were outrageously high Valentina’s are borderline illegal. Once arriving at the club both Uri and I decided that we would be spending the evening in a VIP private booth.
The VIP booths are private rooms that look out on the dance floor. They’re equipped with everything for a private party including a private bar, bartender and waitress. This club is one of the more exclusive ones that Uri and I own together.
“Are you still trying to keep your hands off,” Uri nodded his head toward Shannon who has been gyrating her hips to the music with Valentina for the last past fifteen minutes.
“I had to fight with everything I have not to pin her to a wall and fuck her brains out when she appeared in that dress. Yes, I am still keeping my hands off,” I grumble.
As if over hearing our conversation Valentina looks over at us then leans in to whisper something in Shannon’s ear. Shannon turns her back fully to us and drops down then shimmies, shakes and wiggles back up in a way I never thought my little Shannon knew how. That’s right, I said my Shannon. A month ago she still had a chance to get away, now there is no way I am letting her go.
Uri throws his head back and gives a rare laugh. I’m still getting used to this Uri. I’m usually the carefree one, but I like this change. Valentina has brought something out in him I’ve only seen him share with the woman I once wanted to be my wife, Pamela.
The thought of her causes me to shift in my seat. Uri’s news of her being pregnant by another man rocked me to my core. The possessive part of me wanted to go after her but Uri’s words from a few months ago still shook something inside me. Not the part where he warned me off because he would have to put a bullet in me.
It was when he said that I never loved Pamela and that I had left him to take care of her. He was right. I had been too much of a coward to handle when she told me she was pregnant. I knew there was nothing I could do about it, nothing I could promise her or give her.
I never meant for things to last as long as they did with Pamela. It’s just once I got my hands on her I couldn’t let go. She didn’t demand much from me and I liked that. I had thought of giving everything up for her more than once. I’m just no Uri. It would eat at me to be away from everything I have grown to know and be accustomed to.
Sure I have a few investments with Uri but we are talking the difference between million and billionaire status here. Uri has been much wiser with his money and could walk away from the family at any time, not me.
Uri’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as my eyes remain locked on Shannon who is still moving her body in ways I would never imagine my sweet girl doing. Even as her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth she still looks so innocent.
“That mate, looks like a woman who wants to be fucked,” Uri chuckles. “You may have a bigger problem on your hands than you thought if you intend to keep your hands to yourself.”
I groan inwardly because as always my cousin is right. My mind is made up. I think it has been since Uri dropped the Pam bomb on me. But I have to make things right in my head. I tear my eyes away from Shannon and narrow them at Uri before I speak.
“I have a favor to ask of you,” I say.
All traces of humor leave Uri’s face. He nods his head to let me know he is listening. I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I need you to get her to see me,” I lift my hands defensively when his face hardens. “Listen, it is not for what you think. I need to know that she understands. If she is happy like you say that is all I want but I need to know that I have said my peace. It just doesn’t feel right for me to touch Shannon’s innocence until I make it right.”
Uri searches my face as he gives me a hard glare for what seems like forever. He then nods. “I make you know promises,” he replies.
“I know she is with Nathanial Briggs. All this time she has been right under my nose Uri. I have known how to find her since you told me she is expecting and I have not gone to disrupt her life. I just need this to move on,” I plead with him not convinced that he will try too hard to get her to see me.
He studies me again and this time with a heavy sigh he says. “I will not stress her at this time. Give her family time to enjoy this moment in their lives and to get settled after the children arrive. Then and only then will I bring this up to her,” he says firmly.
I smirk and turn back to Shannon. No sooner than my eyes land on her do I groan. I grab my aching balls and pray that Pam and her family settle in quickly. I think Shannon is on a mission to kill me and her sister is in on it.
Not a good sign.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“Oh God, Uri,” Valentina cries out as we ride in the back of the car I hired for the night. “Ah, oh yes.”
I have my fingers wrapped around her throat squeezing lightly as I pump the fingers of my other hand in and out of her tight pussy. I’ve wanted to get my hands on her from the moment she stepped out in a Marilyn Monroe style dress, but in a rich purple instead of white. The way her skin glowed, while it clung to and hugged her body is pure perfection.
I was instantly hard at the sight of her. I don’t know how I managed to keep my hands off her as long as I did. As soon as we settled into the back of the car I buried my face into her neck. When I could resist her no longer I pulled her into my lap to devour her soft lips. It didn’t take long for me to shove her panties aside and plunge my fingers into her softness.
This will be her third orgasm just from my touch alone. “That’s it, give it to me, Love,” I growl in her ear.
I feel her legs shake as her insides tremble and suck tightly at my fingers. My cock is weeping and straining to be inside her but this is not for me. It is for her pleasure. I will have my fill this evening.
There is nothing more beautiful than Valentina coming apart for me. Looking down into her face I am in awe that I have come to care so much for this young woman. She ties me in knots that no one else can. I have watched her blossom and bloom in the last nine months.
My little one deserves the world and I have made my best attempt to give her just that. It is our one year anniversary. I have been married for a whole year. Valentina still drives me nuts like only she can, but it has been a solid year between the two of us.
We have spent more time in New York than Chicago over the last nine months. We’ve only taken one trip back to both London and Italy. My mum has found her way to the States and into our home as well, which has made Valentina very happy. The two of them just want to make me crazy together.