Damaged Goods
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The fact he allowed me the rare indulgence to take the lead empowered me and provoked him. I slammed against his mouth and continued to stroke him as his tongue parted my lips and we kissed like we might never have the opportunity again. He bunched my hair in both hands and held my head as his lips claimed mine, possessed and owned them.
“Make love to me, Marco,” I whispered. “Love me like you’ll never want to love another woman again.”
Gripping my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist, he said, “I already love you like I’ll never love again, Suzy,” he promised, nipping at my lips and carrying me off to bed. “I love you even with the stench of alcohol filling my senses. When I’m around you, I—”
“You lose all control?”
He didn’t answer me and instead gritted his teeth. When his knees touched the mattress, I felt his body shift, and he eased onto the bed, pulling me on top of him as we fell.
“Oh, dear God, Suzy, damn.”
As he landed with his back against the bed, my body opened for him, and his cock parted my folds and landed in perfect fucking position. I sat up, ready for the rise and fall. He held my knees, spreading them wide and watching as he entered me, shoving my legs together and then pushing them apart.
“You’re beautiful. So fucking sexy,” he whispered, his still eyes glued to the joining of our bodies, glaring at the sex act being performed like an outsider might.
Then, suddenly, his rhythm changed and he fucked me like he feared breaking me. Slowly, ever so gently, he entered. Then he withdrew like a tight cord wrapped around his sex and drew him back only to release him once more so he could return to the warm puddle of heat my body provided.
We made slow and easy love, the hot passion between us incomparable to anything I’d ever experienced in my life. And when he came, I watched his eyes haze over with true lust watered down with tears that wouldn’t spill.
I found my inner peace only in his arms. Shaking for several minutes following the aftermath of one of the most erotic lovemaking experiences of a lifetime, I finally accepted what I knew Marco had gone out of his way to offer.
“I love you,” I whispered as he cradled my body next to his.
“I know,” he said. “And I promise to love you forever and always forever more.”
Epilogue
Ten Weeks Later
“You’re sure you’re all right with this?” Marco asked, helping me away from his SUV before he slammed the door behind us.
“I’m fine, Marco. Really, I’m great.” Kissing him on the cheek, I added, “I didn’t drive all the way to South Padre for fresh seafood.”
“Then let’s introduce you to the family,” he said proudly, pushing the white picket gate back and allowing me to follow him up a small winding path toward his family home. “Now remember, they all like to cut up. They don’t mean anything by it, but they’re just natural smartasses.”
“I’m sure if they’re anything like you, they’re perfect.”
On the front porch an older woman grabbed him immediately and showered his cheeks with kisses.
“Suzy,” he said when she released him. “This is my grandmother, Marlene.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said.
She studied me and then looked back at her grandson. “You said she was old!”
I gasped in horror and looked at Marco for a reaction. “No, Granny, I said she’s sexy!”
They both laughed and his grandmother said, “I don’t recall my grandson talking to me about sex, but he said something about you being—”
“Bad in bed,” a husky voice from behind inspired everyone to turn around all at once.
“Oh, my God,” I said, staring at the hunk walking across the porch with an alluring swagger.
Snickering, Marco said. “Suzy, meet my twin brother, Alanzo.”
Alanzo brought my hand to his lips, and his gaze held mine to a mesmerizing challenge. I looked away first and Marco said, “Exact reaction most women would have, I imagine.”
“Not most women,” I whispered and then addressed Marco, “Just the gals you fail to tell about your twin brother, an exact carbon copy of you!”
Alanzo smirked. “Ah now, I can promise you there are some differences found in twins.”
After the way he looked at me, I could only imagine.
Granny pointed toward the garden. “You’re about to be put to the test, young lady,” she said. “Here comes my daughter and son-in-law.” With a feisty little wave of her hand she walked to the far end of the porch. “By the way, honey, I knew how old you were. But just like you found surprises in Alanzo here, those two walking toward you don’t know about a woman past her child-bearing years.”
I gulped and Alanzo leaned forward, “Don’t worry. My brother wants to save the world’s children, not add his offspring to the population.”
Marco wrapped his arms around my waist, and we stood on the wide porch waiting for his mother and father to reach us. When they stepped onto the plank flooring, his father extended his arm and shook my hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Giovanni.”
“We’ve been anxious to meet you, Suzy,” he said.
“We’ve certainly heard a lot about you,” his mother added, snapping a kiss on both of Marco’s cheeks. “Alanzo keeps us informed.”
I shot the twin hunk a glance. “Is that right?”
“You know it, beautiful,” he said. “Mother, this is Marco’s woman,” he informed. “Anna Giovanni, meet Suzy Illiani.”
Alanzo looked well pleased with everything he did. How he introduced his brother’s woman to his mother, how he gave me the kind of looks that turned a woman’s panties to cream, and the way he confidently stood back and plotted his next move.
“You always told me that we shouldn’t believe everything we hear or read in the papers,” Marco stated dryly and then turned to Alanzo. “And stop flirting with my girl.”
Alanzo grabbed Marco around the neck and rubbed his head with a closed fist. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Maybe you should’ve kept her in Dallas,” he added, shooting me a lust-filled stare.
“I’ve read everything I could find on you, Miss Illiani,” Anna Giovanni began. Then turning all the way around on the porch, she looked down at our one piece of luggage. “By the way, where are those rubber sex dolls I read about? I’ve wanted to see one of those things up close.”
Alanzo leaned over me. “She read about those dolls in the same article that quoted one of your former lovers stating you were bad—as in naughty—in bed.”
“Alanzo!” Mrs. Giovanni said. “Please try to refrain from coming on to your brother’s future wife.”
“Wife?” he asked, taking the time to really check me out now. I wondered if I earned a top letter grade after his thorough inspection.
He copped a smile and said pointedly, “Sorry, bro, I don’t look at this and see wife material.”
From the far end of the porch, Granny said, “Well then, Alanzo, what do you see when you look at your brother’s friend?”
He rubbed his chin and Marco looked as eager to hear an answer as their parents and grandmother. Alanzo said, “If I believe everything I read, then I’d have to say damaged goods,” he stated flatly.
I stood there under scrutiny and apparently in the line of enemy fire. Marco was fit to be tied and he quickly grabbed my hand. “Come on, Suzy. I don’t expect you to stand here and take this shit.”
Alanzo grabbed his brother by the forearm. “Come on, Marco, you didn’t pay attention. I said, ‘If I believe everything I read,’ and I don’t. What I see,” he said, turning his focus back to me, “is a gorgeous woman who is everything my brother needs because it’s been years since I’ve seen him with a smile.”
Alanzo glared at their mother. Mr. Giovanni seemed to urge her forward when he placed his hand on her back.
Granny said, “Don’t mind my daughter, honey. Before she got stuck with that Italian she married,” she nodded in he
r son-in-law’s direction, “she wanted a younger man, too. She’s just jealous because what she wanted some other woman found in one of her sons.”
“Mother!” she said. “I just met this girl for crying out loud.”
“Girl, hell,” Alanzo said, rubbing a solid hand over the front of his pants, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Marco. The blush of his skin told the tale. The rivalry between brothers existed.
“And you’d better find a way to like her,” the old woman informed her daughter. “Because from where I’m standing, I can see your son,” she eyed Alanzo then, too, “or sons, are quite fond of her.”
“Thank you, Granny. I am,” Marco said, sliding his arm over my shoulder.
“Good damn thing,” his brother said, resting his thick limb over Marco’s arm as well as mine. “Cause as good as she looks, I’d like to keep her around here.”
“I plan to,” Marco snapped.
“Good to know,” Alanzo taunted, holding his tongue to the corner of his mouth. “In fact, I’m damn pleased to know you’re going to stick around, Miss Illiani.”
* * * *
My name is Suzy Illiani. My grandmother used to tell me if you love something set it free, but understand, if you’re under the impression you can free a man and he will return, you may be disappointed. I wasn’t. Marco Giovanni came back with open arms.
I tried to let Marco go soon after I met him, realizing I’d give up a lot in order to gain something I’d never experienced before, a fresh and beautiful love, but scary nonetheless. I gave Marco an opportunity to break the potential ties long before they bound us together. Now, I’ll never find the strength to let him go.
Marco and I share an unusual relationship, stronger than lust, more powerful than an unconditional love. It’s a true commitment, one of the purest forms of love and like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
Marco Giovanni is my lifeline, my soul mate, and quite possibly the only reason I didn’t self-destruct. I’m in love with one man, a man who trained me to submit by first teaching me how to love.
THE END
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