by DD Prince
“No. Stay still. Be good.”
“I can’t touch you?” she pleaded, breathy.
“Right now, I make you come. You can make it up to me later. Repeatedly. Legs wider, baby. Drop your feet to either side of the chair.”
She did, putting the tablet on the patio, and leaned back, giving me better access. Fucking beautiful. I listened to her breath quicken and then slipped my free hand into her bikini top and rubbed her nipple. She arched her back and chased her orgasm by bucking her hips, seeking more from my fingers. I twisted her nipple harder and she came, beautifully, letting out a melodic cry.
The sky was mostly orange now and the water was tranquil, with the glow of the remnants of the sun shimmering a path straight toward us. She was liquid, totally loose. She sighed contentedly. I slipped my hand out of the bikini bottoms and shoved my fingers in her mouth.
“Suck my fingers clean.”
She didn’t hesitate.
Fucking beautiful.
***
I made her dinner. Bacon and eggs. She lounged, looking loose and happy about it from the couch. It wasn’t often I offered to cook, not beyond Sunday mornings, anyway. And then we watched movies and I fucked her twice, once in front of the TV on the living room floor and the second time with her back against the wall, her body impaled on my cock in the master bedroom.
I slept straight through the night.
Whether it was the fucking or the counseling I had no clue, but woke up the next day thinkin’ it shouldn’t feel like a luxury to get a full night’s sleep. I was a man of means, of power, and something as basic as seven hours of sleep felt like a treat. Ridiculous.
What was not ridiculous? Waking up with Tia using my ass as a pillow. I was on my belly, a rare sleeping position for me, and I felt the weight on me and knew it was her because her long hair was all fanned out over my back. I slowly turned over so her face was on my cock, which was waking up with her.
She was smiling as her eyes opened, likely feeling it harden under her cheek.
“Good morning,” she said, stretching, pushing her legs straight out and flexing her toes.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. “Say good morning to him, too.”
Her smile widened and her hand stroked me over my underwear.
“That’s who I was talkin’ to.”
“Properly,” I ordered.
She pulled the waistband down and licked from tip to base and back up again, eyes on mine. Her hand cupped my balls. Fuck, yeah.
“Gimme that pussy.” I crooked my finger. She sat up.
“No,” I corrected, catching the length of her hair in my hand. “Back down there. Gimme what’s mine while you suck me off.” I kept my hand on her hair as her eyes went wide and she swiveled so we were in 69 position.
And then I had Tia for breakfast while she gave me some world-class head.
“Costa Rica sure makes you horny,” she teased.
“You make me horny,” I corrected.
***
She was beyond excited about the family coming the following day. I wasn’t looking too forward to the noise, but figured the distraction might be good. Besides, this meant we were just days away from getting married. Tia and my sisters could figure out all that stuff together for a beach ceremony. And there was also the fact that I didn’t need to worry about them if they were under my roof. Not the way I worried about them thousands of miles away, anyways.
She spent the day cooking up a storm and getting another grocery order together, that I gave to the maintenance person, employee of the lady that owned the house.
I spent the day in the boathouse at the shoreline, fixing some boards that looked loose. It was good having something to do, and the maintenance guy told me, somewhat embarrassed, that he just hadn’t gotten to it, that his boss owned seven vacation homes and it kept him hoppin’. The building was nearly empty, looking like it used to be a workshop. Stocked with tools. I decided the dock needed some repairs, too, and figured I’d build a couple new chairs to add for around the fire pot. I gave him a hardware store list, too.
Tia
When the family arrived, they, too, were thrilled with the house. It was big enough for the entire Ferrano Family Experience.
Me, Luc, Tessa, Lisa, and Sarah immediately set about planning. Luc was exploding with excitement to do it and bossed Eddy to take the kids outside immediately to the beach so she could sit down with me and start the planning process.
“We have three days and it’s gonna be tight, but we will make it perfect,” she announced, quickly tying her long blonde hair up into a knot on top of her head and putting pen to paper. “Now---"
“It’s only going to be us, and so it doesn’t need to be fancy. I---"
“But you’ll only get married once,” Luciana cut me off. “I Googled before we came and made an appointment for us with a bridal shop. I told Dare to add a limo to the security detail. We’re driving to San Jose tomorrow to get everything we need. Two photographers and videographers are meeting us at the bridal shop to show their portfolios. And a couple musicians will be here tonight to audition.”
“Now hang on a sec,” Tommy said, arms folded across his chest, standing over us.
Luc looked up at her brother. “All you need to do is show up. Oh, and make sure Tia has your black Amex.”
Tommy’s jaw muscles bulged.
“Tia needs hair, nails, dress, shoes, and we need to get lingerie for the wedding night, and… thought that’d get your attention.” She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled as if Tommy’s tension levels had suddenly plummeted.
They hadn’t. I had to admire her technique though.
This soon degenerated into Tessa standing up, followed by Luc standing up and then the three of them were arguing. In Italian!
“I need to learn Italian,” I said to Sarah. Dario was coming in, shoving his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, revealing corded forearms. My future brother-in-law certainly was gorgeous with his blond hair and olive skin and those blue eyes. He was in chinos and a loose half-unbuttoned button down. More casual than I’d ever seen him.
“No, you don’t,” Sarah said softly into my ear. “Then you can plead ignorance when he gets mad you did something. Tessa and Luc can take the heat because you didn’t know his tirade didn’t end in permission being granted for something.”
I giggled.
Tommy’s eyes moved to me and he ignored his sisters, who were talking over one another, now strangely arguing with one another instead of him.
“Baby?” he called. “Come over here.”
I got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen island where the Ferrano siblings were gathered.
“What do you wannna do?” he asked, eyes studying my face as he took my jaw into both hands and rubbed his thumbs across the apples of my cheeks.
The room hushed.
I smiled. “I’d love to go shopping with your sisters and make our big day beautiful.”
Tommy’s expression was unreadable to me.
“I can take the girls,” Dario offered.
Tommy’s posture instantly relaxed. “Fine. Since Dare’ll be there, go. Whatever my bride wants.”
Luc did an excited girlie dance. Tessa had a big smile on her face, the first one I’d seen since before she lost her husband.
“Yay,” Lisa said and clapped her hands as she exited the room.
“I’ll make lunch,” Sarah announced and squeezed my hand as she passed me to head to the refrigerator.”
***
“We get to be flower girls!” Serena, one of Luc’s twin girls told me excitedly. “Look at our dresses!”
“I was there when Mommy picked them. They’re perfect,” I told her, fingering the pretty white lace.
She climbed on my lap and put her arms around my neck. “Where’s your dress? I wanna see it. But we can’t show Uncle Tommy. It’s bad luck.”
“You’ll see it when I get dressed tomorrow,” I told her, playing with her dark ringlets. “Y
ou can help me with the buttons maybe? I think that’s part of the flower girl’s job.”
“I’m a flower girl, too!” Katrina chimed in from the floor, where she was shaking a rattle in front of her baby brother, who was on a play mat.
“I know. I’ll take as much help as I can get from both my flower girls.”
Tessa’s boys, Lucas and Antonio, were outside with Dario, on the beach, playing in the sand with shovels and plastic pails. I couldn’t fight the little belly flip at the sight of him in his board shorts, shirtless. That Adonis belt on him? God…
“How is he single?” I muttered, half under my breath when I first spotted him on the beach.
“Because he’s a man whore,” Luciana whispered. “He was engaged to this royal bitch and she broke his heart and he’s been a player ever since.”
“That’s sad,” I said.
“Mm hm,” Luc agreed.
***
It was almost dinner time and it had been a crazy day in the city with the shopping, going for lunch, and getting my nails and waxing done. There had been a minor argument between Luciana and Tommy on the phone when he refused to let her hire a make-up artist to come out and help me get ready in the morning.
In the end, she told me Sarah offered to do my make-up and hair, which stopped the argument. Sarah was currently altering my dress to make it a perfect fit (not that it was far off). She’d done my hair and make-up for my very first date with Tommy. She knew what she was doing. Luc argued she had all the kids to look after while we got ready for the wedding, but Lisa said we’d all pitch in, including Eddy so it’d all work out.
We were going to have a simple beach ceremony under a beautiful arch, and would have a marquee tent set up for our dinner with all sorts of tulle and white flowers as well as fairy lights.
We were having a multi course traditional Italian wedding feast and it was all being recorded by a photographer and videographer team. We also hired a local and very talented acoustic guitar player who would play music while we exchanged vows. We had the officiant. Tommy’s tailor back home had done the tux for Tommy and Dario had brought it along with his own.
I had a playlist ready for dancing with my Bluetooth speaker. And everyone was going to be in the wedding. Dario would be Tommy’s best man, Eddy an usher, Tess and Luc my matrons of honor and Sarah and Lisa would be my bridesmaids. The kids were all going to dress up with the girls in white lace and the boys in little summer tuxes. The girls would throw flower petals and the boys would throw birdseed afterwards.
It was just going to be us, but it was going to be beautiful.
My white dress was simple but exquisite (though crazy-expensive) and off the shoulders. I tried to say I was going to go barefoot, refusing to buy shoes, given that we’d be getting married in the sand.
Luc bought me shoes anyway, telling me that I’d want them for our first dance and the photos, and for the breaking of the vase.
“Like, mazel tov? We aren’t Jewish and if we were, isn’t it the groom that does that part?”
“It’s also an Italian thing. Bride and groom break the vase together. The number of shards represents how many years you’ll have a happy marriage.”
She chose a pair of white sparkling glittery stilettos. They were awesome. And when I put them on with the dress, they did look pretty fantastic.
***
Dinner on the eve of the wedding was chaos. I stayed out of there, letting Sarah, Luc, and Tessa deal with the food. Eddy, head chef and restaurant manager at Venetia back home even stayed out of there, joking that too many cooks in the kitchen was a bad idea. Make that too many cooks in a Ferrano kitchen and the handguns could come out.
Tommy laughed big at that, throwing his head back as he did. It was good to see and hear.
***
The family being there was so much fun for me. I loved having a busy house with kids and laughter. This was life at Rose and Cal’s and what I wanted for my own life.
Tessa was less than stellar company and Lisa’s attitude felt kind of forced, but they both got caught up in the joy and laughter at times, too. (Though Tessa would often then look like she felt guilty). And I figured it was good for Lucas and Antonio, too.
As it was the night before our wedding, Tommy and I were to be separated at Luc and Sarah’s insistence. I was to sleep in Lisa’s room with her. After midnight, Tommy and I were to be kept apart. He and Dare were about to walk to the beachside patio with a bottle of booze when he kissed me goodnight.
“See you tomorrow,” he said huskily against my lips.
“Yours at last,” I whispered.
“You were mine from the day I saw you stacking ice cream cones. Knew it in my gut. But tomorrow? Cannot fucking wait.”
“I can’t wait, either,” I whispered against his lips.
“No?” he asked. His eyes were intense. He looked at me like he was trying to find doubt. “No cold feet?”
“My toes are toasty warm,” I advised and got up on my tippy toes to kiss him some more. “You?” I asked.
“You’re fucking kidding, right?” The kiss went heated and I was pinned against the wall in the alcove by the front door. There was laughter in the big kitchen where the girls were getting the kids a bedtime snack and then were putting them to bed so we could have a little bachelorette party.
“Be in bed by midnight so you don’t turn into a pumpkin,” he advised, squeezing my butt.
“You’ll be back around midnight?” I asked.
He nodded. “Probably soon after. You be in bed so I don’t see you and give any of the girls a heart attack.”
“Okay. I love you. Can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.”
“Me, too. Can’t wait till the wedding night. Show you who this hot body belongs to.”
“Haven’t you been doing that?” I teased.
He gave me a wink and a look of dark promise that made my belly dip.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, my little goddess.”
And on that parting note, he slipped outside.
I watched him walk down to the patio area where he slapped his brother on the shoulder and sat down at the table with him.
God, I love him so much.
Tommy
Dare, and I wandered to the dock with the bottle of top shelf whisky and sat on some wooden patio chairs. I had one new one out. He sat in that one.
“Not bad,” he said, smoothing his hand across the armrest.
I shrugged. It was a godsend, actually, finding something to do. It kept my mind busy, always enjoyed building things, and it gave me an escape from the mayhem of my family being here. Wasn’t easy seeing Contessa in her grief, seeing how lost my little nephews were, how the older of the two spent so much time watching my sister --- worrying about her.
Dare and I’d had a few productive conversations, too, about things. He absolutely had it all under control with Ferrano Enterprises, which put my mind somewhat at ease. We were meeting Zack in San Jose after the wedding to talk about shit. He’d been keeping an eye on a list of our potential foes since Pop’s death and was gonna be here on another project so said he’d give us an in-person update.
Tonight, we were grabbing a drink to get out of the girls’ way while waiting for Nino and Bianca to arrive. Nino was a good friend and head of security, so I wanted him here for both reasons. And, Bianca was Tia’s family. They barely knew one another but had seemed to get tight quickly, so I figured she’d be happy to have her blood here for the wedding.
The driver would then be taking us to a little bar not far away. Ed was still inside, saying goodnight to Luc and the kids so Dare and I were killing time.
“Weird being here and no one knowin’ where we are, who we are,” Dare remarked, staring out at the water, lighting a cigar and passing me one, too.
“Yeah,” I agreed, giving it a whiff of appreciation, but putting it in my pocket for later. “One way, it’s great--- the anonymity. In another way, almost rather people know who I am so they fear
me. People too easily approach otherwise. Aruba was eye opening. Not in a good way, either.” I took a swig from the bottle and passed it to my brother.
Dare scoffed. “Things are close to lookin’ legit for the businesses. Life as a regular schmuck. Imagine?”
Dare did some traveling without Pop as we were growing up. He spent time with his mother’s family in Iceland every year and often traveled with Annette and the girls. Me? I traveled with Pop and bodyguards mostly. The business trips I took alone still had muscle with me. I didn’t travel just for pleasure; it was always business-motivated, sometimes with some pleasure on the side. But being 100% pleasure? Aruba was an eye opener. I didn’t think I was a man made for leisure. But, the million-dollar question was, if not a life at the head of the family empire, then what?
What was next? I had money. I had options. I had my girl. The world was my oyster, and Tia my pearl. Fuckin’ gushy shit, but that’s what she was doing to me. Makin’ just a little bit of gush seep into my brain once in a while.
We hired some security, vetted by Zack, for the girls to go shopping with and for keeping an eye on the perimeter of the property since the family arrived, to be extra careful (even though we took precautions that should’ve meant no one knew we were all in one location).
I felt this burn in my chest, this sharp fuckin’ hot knife with the emotion around her being mine in the eyes of the law, before God. It hurt really fucking good. It was all I had right now to be sure of. That, and that I’d do anything to keep her safe, keep her mine.
Dare knew what he wanted. Work with the consultants, go through everything with a fine-toothed comb, and then we’d sit and make decisions about whether or not we’d keep anything going from Ferrano Enterprises. He wanted to get his pilot’s license.
“Thinkin’ about finding a girl and settling down,” he said, casually, taking another swig and passing me the bottle.
“Yeah?” I was a little surprised. He’d been a sworn bachelor since he broke up with his bitch of a fiancée a few years back. She was a gold digger and led him around by his dick. I loved and respected my brother, but when it came to that cunt, he was blind. He’d wised up after that. He rarely kept women around more than a few dates nowadays.