by Harper Sloan
Pulling me up against him so that my back was against his front, Dante wrapped his arms around me and then asked for everyone to listen to him.
“Now that you are all here, I’ve got an announcement to make. Sabrina is officially moving in with me, effective immediately. So from now on, this isn’t my house anymore. It’s ours.”
The looks on their faces were priceless, each of them in various stages of jaw dropped shock.
Quickly regaining composure, they all smiled and offered congratulations. Gesturing to his brother, Damien said, “Wow, Dante. When you jump in, you jump in. I’m… a little… envious actually. Good for you. Don’t fuck it up.”
Dominique and Delilah were so happy that their brother was taking such a huge step, and they asked if I’d be redecorating at all. Laughing, I explained that I wouldn't be, because I loved the house just the way it was.
Spencer echoed what Damien said, adding that he had always known that I was a force to be reckoned with. Brooke was the lone holdout. Once she had hugged us both, she was largely silent until Dante asked her what was wrong.
Fidgeting, she shook her head. “Well. Nothing is wrong. But… it’s the house we lived in with our parents, and I guess I’m sad to see it go.”
Crossing the kitchen, I pulled my sister into a hug. “Oh, Brooke... I’d never sell the house without talking to you first. I was going to suggest that you move in. The house is paid off, so you wouldn’t have to pay for anything other than the utilities.”
I felt all her tension melt away, and she hugged me back hard as she laughed. “Well now I feel silly. Of course you wouldn’t just sell the house. I guess I panicked. Now that I’m done being an idiot, you should know that I’m excited for you both. It’s written all over your faces that you are both ridiculously happy. Good work you two!”
The rest of family dinner passed uneventfully, and after dinner everyone took their leave, but not before offering to help me move my stuff in next weekend. After we finished turning off the lights and locking the doors, Dante and I headed upstairs to get ready for bed. I had just finished brushing my teeth when he came into the bathroom totally naked and made his way over to me. Sliding up behind me, he put his hands on my waist, pulling me back up against him.
Laying my head back on his shoulder, I watched in the mirror as he slid his hands down to the hem of my negligee. Leaning me forward, he took the negligee off me before settling his hands back on my waist and pulling me back against him.
Running his hands up and down my sides, he smiled at me in the mirror. “It feels more real now that everyone knows, doesn’t it? I like it a hell of a lot more than I ever could have imagined. This is our house now. We’re in our bathroom.”
I smiled back at him, touched by how happy he was. I loved him so much that it regularly took my breath away. I wished that I could tell him, but I didn’t know if it was the right time yet. He'd come so far, so fast, and I'd have hated to impede all of the progress that he was making. Bending me forward, he placed my hands on the marble counter.
“I’d like to make love to you here, in our bathroom, with the mirrors all around us. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as I make you come.”
Smiling, I bent further forward, crossing my arms and laying my elbows on the counter.
Meeting his gaze in the mirror I nodded. “Yes. All I could think about when we were at the table in the backyard eating dinner was that you had me on that table last night.”
Growling, he held my waist as he positioned himself at my opening. Meeting my eyes in the mirror, he held my gaze as he pushed forward.
Biting my lip, I moaned as he worked his way inside of me.
“Look at yourself in the mirror baby. See what I see.”
Lifting my head, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were glassy and unfocused, my cheeks and décolleté flushed, my lips swollen and impossibly large.
It was surprisingly sexy to watch myself as he fucked me, so arousing that I couldn’t help but clench my inner muscles all around him.
“Ah. I see that you get it now. When I’m at the office, I think of how your face looks when I’m inside of you. Even if people are in the room, when I think of your face as you come, my dick immediately goes rock hard. It’s all I can do not to take you right there, in front of everyone. I struggle not to touch you, to let everyone know that you’re all mine. You’re so beautiful baby, so perfect inside and out, and believe me I’d know. You’re just as deep in me as I am in you. I feel you everywhere.”
With each word, he was bringing me closer to the edge, and he knew it because he picked up his pace and increased the friction. The slapping noises as he fucked in and out of me, along with the smell of his skin and the view of him as he did it, were making me so hot I was going to explode.
“Oh Dante, please! I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
Shaking his head, he started fucking me harder. “I will never, ever stop. I worship you, Sabrina. You have no idea. Watch me in the mirror and don’t look away.”
He’d no sooner finished that sentence than he started hammering in and out of me as hard as he could, sliding his hand down to rub my clit. I felt him everywhere, in every pore, as he fucked me so hard my legs almost gave out. The repeated hammering destroyed me and I erupted, shouting my release as I looked into his eyes in the mirror, watching in awe as I felt him start spewing his release into me.
The look in his eyes was potent and feral, his face a mask of absolute pleasure as he convulsed inside of me. Gathering me up in his arms, he took me to bed, laying my head against his chest as we both relaxed into sleep.
One Monday afternoon a few weeks after Dante and I officially moved in together, Damien stopped into our office suite to see me at the end of the day with what he said was significant news.
I hoped it was good news, because he'd been really weird lately. He wasn't as jovial or as fun, and sometimes I got the feeling that he was keeping me at arm’s distance. Plopping down in front of my desk, he gave me an odd smile. “Well, Rina, I took your advice. I’m pleased to report that I’ve been seeing the same woman for the last few weeks.”
Smacking my desk with my hand I yelled out, “Holy shit!” Apparently it was a bit too loud, because it had Dante running out from his office within seconds.
“Sweetheart, is everything okay?”
Laughing, I turned and smiled at him. “Sorry honey. Yes, I’m fine. But you need to hear this. Take a seat next to your brother and listen up.”
Stopping first to thoroughly kiss me, he stepped away a minute later and made his way to the other side of my desk before dropping down into the chair next to Damien.
Damien chuckled. “Jesus, you two are ridiculous to watch. You can barely keep your hands off of each other. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s surprising that you manage to make it through every work day without ravaging each other.”
Dante let out a delighted laugh. “Honestly, there are many days that we don’t… make it through the whole day that is. You have no idea."
Dante gave him a mock glare. “Yikes bro, TMI. She’s like a sister to me. I don’t want to think about whatever it is you two do in here when the door is locked. Which, now that I think about it, happens fairly often these days. That’s fucking nasty you pig! At least let the girl have a few hours a day without you pawing all over her.”
Sticking my tongue out at Damien, I laughed. “It’s really sweet that you’re assuming that it’s him pouncing on me and not the other way around.”
He looked startled for about half a second before he burst out laughing. “Jesus, talk about a perfect fucking match.”
Dante and I both laughed at that, and it filled me up with such happiness to see how much he enjoyed being in a relationship. We really were perfectly matched and it made me so happy that I was probably lit up like the Empire State building at all times. Returning to the issue that was at hand I said, “Dame, tell your brother what you just told me.”
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sp; Rolling his eyes at me, Damien turned to Dante. “I just told Sabrina… I’ve been dating someone for the last few weeks.”
Dante’s eyes went wide as he exclaimed, “Holy shit!”
Giggling, I pointed at him as I said, “See! Shocking, right?”
Turning back to Damien, I immediately started pumping him for details. “Alright, tell us everything. Well, not everything. Don’t go all Dante and give us TMI. But do tell us who she is and where you met her.”
Taking a deep breath, he jumped right in. “Her name is Tally. She’s twenty-two, smart and beautiful. She’s extremely conservative, and she won't even consider having sex unless it is serious. She’s making me work for it, so I can’t even go all TMI on you, since there is not anything to tell. I’ve not even kissed her yet.”
Dante and I exchanged the briefest of looks at that. Far be it for me to say anything about who Damien liked, but as highly sexual as he was, I hoped that being told no for the first time wasn't making him think that he was feeling things that he really wasn't. I could tell Dante had just thought the same thing.
Oblivious to the look that Dante and I had just shared, Damien continued. “Believe it or not, I met her through the Cross'. Spencer got roped into one of his mother's cocktail parties and he forced me to go with him for moral support. I’d never have believed that I’d meet a girl like that in a setting like that, but there she was.”
Dante raised an eyebrow at that. Spencer’s parents had been friends with Dante and Damien’s parents, and had been heavily involved in the scene that their parents were involved in. They told me his parents had not changed much. I was surprised Spencer agreed to go anywhere near them.
I was also surprised that Damien met someone at one of Spencer’s mother’s soirees. Dante and I had gone to a party once that the Cross' had been at for business reasons, and it was just awful. Every person there was fake and over the top obnoxious. Later, Dante told me he'd rather have no business than have to deal with the Cross' and their toxic circle again. He’d severed the relationship with the business contact and refused to work with anything that involved the Cross’ in any capacity.
Spencer's father hadn't been around the night when we were at the party, but Marceline Cross was everywhere all at once. Spencer’s mother was a dish best served cold, or not at all. She was about as warm as a pit viper and I disliked her on sight. I was worried that Damien had met someone that knew Marceline, and the tension that radiated off of Dante told me that he felt the same way.
Nodding at Dante, I encouraged him to speak to his brother.
“Well. That is a surprise. Marceline’s parties are notoriously filled with beautiful people with horrific personalities. I always hated being around her, and I know you did too. Hits a little too close to home, since she was a staple at all of our parent’s parties.”
Damien shook his head in agreement. “God knows that is true. That’s another reason Tally was such a surprise. Imagine someone not sexually active being anywhere near a Marceline Cross party.”
Shuddering, Dante nodded. “Ugh. I hate thinking of Marceline and her bullshit. Continue.”
“I went to hide in the kitchen, and that's where I saw her. She was hiding from the freaks at the party. Like I said, she is stunning. She was there with a girlfriend who is dating one of Marceline’s ‘friends’. Naturally I was drawn to Tally because of her beauty, and I decided to see if she was like the rest of the trash there. I was pleasantly surprised that she was not.”
I laughed at that. “Honey, finding someone normal at a Marceline party must have been quite a shock. Aside from you and Spencer, I can’t imagine anyone else there that I’d speak to.”
Nodding, Dante laughed. “That mirrors my thinking exactly. So you can see why Tally was a surprise. I’ve been out with her on a few dates these last few weeks. I’m interested in seeing where this goes. It's time for me to do something about… um… it’s necessary that it looks like I date. I mean it’s time. The reason I’m here now is… well, I’d like to bring her to a Sunday dinner. This is the first time I’ve ever seen the same woman more than just a few times. I want everyone to see… I mean meet her.”
Staring at Damien, Dante nodded. “Throwing her in the deep end, eh? I guess we can see if this girl is worth your time by seeing if she fits in like Sabrina and Brooke do."
I laughed at that before saying, “Aww, that is so sweet baby. I didn’t know I was a Litmus test.”
Shaking his head at me, Dante laughed. “Actually, you and Brooke both are the best example of what it feels like when something works. Aside from Spencer, you’re the only people we’ve ever embraced as being part of our unit, and Spence almost doesn’t count because we’ve had him with us since childhood, and he grew up like we did.”
I smiled at him, touched by his words. He made me so happy that it was almost ridiculous.
Turning my attention back to Damien, I nodded. “Of course we’d love to have Tally come to a Sunday dinner. We could probably do it this weekend.”
Shaking his head at me, Damien turned to Dante. “You’re such a moron. Did you forget that this weekend is Mike’s bachelor party in Las Vegas? Damn you. You totally did. If you remembered, Sabrina would know.”
Letting out a sigh, Dante said, “Shit. I honestly did forget about it. Rina, this weekend, Damien, Spencer and I were supposed to be gone from Thursday afternoon to Sunday night for Mike’s bachelor party. I agreed to go months ago, before we were living together. I’ll cancel now, of course. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Lifting my eyebrows, I shook my head at him. “Dante, we work with Mike every day, and you need to be there. You said you would go, and you're going. I’m a big girl. Go have fun with the guys from work and celebrate the end to Mike’s bachelorhood. Blow off some steam and have fun.”
Eyes wide, he stared at me as if in shock. “Really, it wouldn’t bother you?”
I nodded my head in the negative, raising an eyebrow at him and trying to figure out why he would think that. “Absolutely not, why in the world would it?”
Looking at me uncomfortably, he shifted in his seat. “Well. You know. It’s a bachelor party, baby. There will be strippers there. No one likes their man looking at other naked women, especially not women who are bumping and grinding all over the damn place.”
I couldn’t help it, I let out a laugh. “Dante, I know exactly what goes on at a bachelor party. I’m fine with you going. I want you to. If I thought for one second that you would cheat on me, I wouldn’t be with you. But I will admit… the thought of strippers bumping and grinding in front of you is hot. I’m sure we’re going to have a lot of fun when you get home and tell me all about it. You’re going to be watching strippers for one weekend, but you live with me every day. I’m not worried.”
Standing, Damien gave a cough. “Oh, gross. You guys are too much to be around sometimes. I can feel the sexual tension. I’m so out of here.” With a wave over his shoulder, he left the office.
Coming around the desk, Dante pulled me into his arms. “I just know that you’re the best girlfriend of all time. I love that you're not some jealous harpy. I’d hate that. What I also love is that it turns you on to think about women stripping in front of me.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I smiled. “Being in a relationship doesn't mean that you never get aroused by anything else ever again. It just means that you don’t act on it. I think it’s healthy to maintain the ability to be aroused in other situations. Relationships shouldn’t be a prison. You’d have gotten hard before, and you should now. As long as you know that the only person you are going to be sliding that beautiful cock into is me, we’re fine.”
He growled at that, pushing my hair aside and licking the shell of my ear. "Baby, it's your cock now, yours to control. You're the best thing that ever happened to me or my cock, and nothing can change that."
Pulling back from him so that I could look into his eyes, I smiled up at him. “There really is a happy m
edium between the craziness of your parents, with their compulsion to continue having sex with anyone they wanted, and couples who expect one another to be perfect at all times with the idea that no feelings of sexuality outside of the relationship are acceptable. Both of those types of relationships would never work for me. What’s perfect for me is that we stay ourselves, and make each other truly happy.”
Bending forward and locking his lips with mine, Dante gave me a kiss that I felt in every cell of my body. Pulling back, he smiled at me in wonder. “I am truly happy with you, every single day. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I’m beyond thrilled to have you by my side. You make me so happy. I had no idea life could be like this.”
Smiling up at him, I nodded in agreement. “You make me extremely happy too baby. Now take me home and show me just how happy you are right now.”
Coming home after an afternoon movie followed by dinner with Brooke, Dominique and Delilah on Saturday night, I let out a relieved sigh that I only needed to get through one more night without Dante in the house.
I felt totally safe, but I missed him like crazy. We’d spent no time apart for so long, and it was a terribly strange feeling to be without him. I didn’t sleep as well without him in the bed with me, which caused me to keep waking up to reach for him.
I was fine that he was away, but it just illustrated how much a part of my life he had become. I was full to bursting with my love for him, and for some reason his being gone made me feel it even more.
We’d talked and texted dozens of times over the last few days, and I was happy because I knew he missed me, too. I couldn’t wait for him to come home tomorrow night, and I knew he couldn’t wait to be back with me either. It was adorable.
Heading upstairs, I opened the door to our bedroom only to come to a complete halt when I saw Dante standing inside. My eyes took in the room in awe. There were hundreds of white rose petals on the bed and the room was bathed in candlelight.