by Amie Nichols
She moves her mouth to my shoulder and bites down. I feel the pain as she gets her pleasure. She is soaking wet after her orgasm. I insert my finger inside her again to feel her slick, sweet arousal.
"I broke the skin," she says, realizing that she tastes blood. I feel a warm trickle of blood run down my chest. "I'm sorry, baby," she says sadly.
"It's okay, Petal," I chuckle lightly. I will take that pain any day knowing she had pleasure.
"Let me make it up to you," she says, her eyes dark with lust. "Lie down," she orders and I do. She climbs on top of me and starts with my neck kissing and sucking. Licking the cut she just made, she kisses it then moves down my chest. I feel my muscles tremble under her touch. Moving down even farther, she reaches my balls and cups them, rubbing them gently.
Her tongue circles the tip of my cock. It is so soft and warm against me. Her lips close around me and she takes the shaft all the way in her mouth. I feel the tip hit the back of her throat. I don't know if it's just because it is her, or if she is the best damn blowjob giver in the world. Absolutely, blissfully, amazing is how I would describe it.
I fist the sheets as she moves up and down my aching, throbbing cock. I try to hold back as long as I can, but it is hard. I buck my hips as I come, wave after wave of ultimate pleasure into her sweet mouth. What is even sexier than that, is that she swallows my juices and licks me clean. It's like she can't get enough either. She continues until my body jerks from the sensitivity.
Releasing me, she looks up at me though her lashes. She gives me the cutest beaming smile.
"Come here, you." I motion with my finger, and she crawls back up my body settling into the crook of my arm. Wrapping my legs and arms around her, we are both out in seconds.
Chapter 30
When I awaken again, it is light out, and there is no Harper beside me. The clock says 11:00 a.m. and I shoot up out of bed. I haven't slept in that late since I was a teenager.
I get up and throw on last night's clothes. I open the door and don't see anyone else on the second floor. Using the bathroom down the hall, I wash my face and brush my teeth. Harper had told me she was the only one who ever used this bathroom, so I assume the purple toothbrush in the holder is hers. After all, she has used mine, I can use hers.
The house is quiet, but I find Harper in the kitchen on her laptop with her note pad next to her full of scribbles.
"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask when she turns and notices me. I lean down and place a slow lingering kiss on her lips.
"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart," she answers, running her tongue along her bottom lip, after I let her lips loose.
"I see you are back at it?" I sit at the table next to her looking over her shoulder. I see she has also been reading La Cosa Nostra. The large book is spread open and it looks like she is a quarter of the way done. Even though I'm not happy about it, I can't be mad at her.
"Oh God, Liam, you wouldn't believe it. The Esposito family has been in control of the southern half of Italy since the 1600's. Their reach goes everywhere; the church, the law, the government. Also, in the late 1800's there was a fight for some territory. Guess who the fight was with?" Her eyes are wide when she glances at me long enough to see me shrug.
"It was a small territory close to the coast, but nonetheless the Espositos wanted all coastal land. It was Crisiano Tarseta's land." She stops to gage my reaction. I know that there are plenty of Tarsetas in Italy, so I really don't get excited.
"Crisiano Tarseta is your great, great, great grandfather." She nudges me to get a reaction.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I have been researching your family tree, but it gets better. The Tarseta family won the battle, even though they eventually moved on, they did so on their own." She is smiling from ear to ear, but it fades as she sees that there is no response from me.
"The Tarsetas defeated them once when the odds were totally not in their favor."
"I hope you're not insinuating we fight them." I cock my head to one side to gage just what she is trying to say.
"Of course not, baby." She rolls her eyes at me. "I'm just saying that there are ways, we can find a way for you to meet your mother."
"It is very dangerous. If Giovanni found out his wife had a bastard child, at the very least he would kill her." I lean over the table and place my hand on her arm and watch her reaction.
"You're thinking that I mean we go to Italy and announce, "Hey I am Teresa Esposito's son." I'm not saying that. I'm saying we go there and check it out, just an Italian boy visiting his native country with his girlfriend." She sounds so sweet and innocent it's hard for me to say no. "Besides, baby, wouldn't you love to take me to Italy?" She bats her eyelashes at me.
"God, you are so fucking cute." I grab her arm and pull her onto my lap. "You know I would take you anywhere, do anything for you." Wrapping my arms around her waist I pull her close, kissing the side of her cheek.
"Okay, good. I say we leave for Chicago tomorrow and get ready to go to Italy." She beams at me. What can I say, she is so excited and happy there's no way I can't do this. She turns in my lap so she is straddling me, her hands on the back of my chair.
"I guess we are going to Italy." My hands are on her hips. She starts moving in my lap, grinding against me. It takes me all of two seconds to be hard underneath her. She has that look in her eyes that says she wants to devour me whole. It is not lost on me that we are in her parents' house, in the middle of the very open, not private kitchen.
"Petal, where is everyone?" I try to stop her hips from moving against me, the friction is driving me wild. She is kissing my neck and her little moans are making me ache with want.
"Not here," she whispers, moving to my lips. I don't know if I can physically stop her, it is taking all I have to keep the thought anyone could walk in at any time. Her hands go under my shirt, snaking their way over my stomach to my back. All the while she is grinding against me. Just when I'm about to give in to her, the back door opens. She doesn't get off my lap though.
Sitting up straight she's still astride me, I don't move. I don't know who walked in the door, but I know I don't want them seeing my excitement, that even with the awkwardness of the situation is still not going away. Harper sits back on my legs, pouting with disappointment.
"Hey, lover boy, maybe you can refrain from doing inappropriate things to my sister in our family's kitchen," Kade spits when he walks into the kitchen.
"Oh, grow up," Harper snaps back, shooting her brother a dirty look. Still not climbing off my lap, her hands go to my shoulders.
"By the way, I think you might need a new engine for your car." Kade throws the keys to my car on the table before washing his hands at the sink. Whatever he's been doing outside it has made him incredibly dirty.
"What the hell does that mean?" Harper gets off my lap, grabbing the keys off the table. She seems pissed at me, what did I do?
"They borrowed the car last night." I am taken aback at how mad she is right now.
"Sweet ride, but we may have broken it," Kade chuckles. I'm pretty sure he is goading me into a reaction. I would think if he ruined my car he wouldn't be such an ass about it.
"Why the hell did you do that?" Harper barks at me. Why the hell am I in trouble here? "I love that car, and you let my brothers take it for a joyride. You better hope there is nothing wrong with that car, because shit will hit the fan!" She yells at her brother now, which only makes him laugh.
"Oh really, and just how is that going to happen?" Kade laughs even harder when Harper gets even more pissed.
"I'm sure the car's fine. I didn't know letting your brothers drive it would make you this upset." Her head darts to me now, and she is really upset.
"Relax, kid, even lover boy knew I was kidding." Kade laughs all the way out the back door.
"I love that car," she pouts, climbing back on my lap.
"I didn't know that car meant so much to you." I bring her to me, pressing h
er body up against me.
"It reminds me of you. I love watching my hot Italian boyfriend behind the wheel of that car," she says, pulling away from me to stare in my eyes.
"Yeah," I raise my eyebrows.
"Yeah," she raises hers and wiggles them up and down. "Very hot," she giggles.
Chapter 31
After checking for flights to Italy, we decided to leave for Chicago that night. A flight in three days had two first class seats left to Rome, Italy, where we would take a five hour train ride along the coast to Agropoli. We would stay there for a few days getting our bearings. The Esposito Compound was only about an hour's drive, located in Vallo della Lucania.
I still had not agreed to going to Vallo della Lucania, but to appease Harper I had not disagreed either. As I'm driving north on interstate 35 toward Chicago, it is dark out and Harper has her head buried in La Cosa Nostra, a little flash light in hand as she devours the book.
"I have to ask, is the author of that book still alive?" I have one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on her bare knee.
"It's written anonymously, so I have no idea." She looks up from the book for a second before her head's down again. "You wouldn't believe some of this stuff. I mean, even though technically the Mafiosi goes back hundreds of years, there is family after family with ties to it. The list is amazing. Everything from drug trafficking, to murder, prostitution, corruption of public officials, and, as of late, cybercrimes," she reads from the book. I can hear excitement in her voice. This is not a movie, Petal.
"All the more reason to keep our distance," I mumble. I'm not going to fight with her right now, but when it comes down to it, there is no way in hell we are getting close to that compound.
"Your mother, baby. Do you want your mother in that life?" She picks up her head and turns to me.
"No, of course not, but it is the life she has. I can't save her from it, no one can, Petal." My girl is very smart, but she is not being smart right now. I don't know what she is thinking, that we are going to storm the castle or something. "We are going to Italy, and we will look around a little bit. I am standing firm on this, we will not make ourselves known to anyone," I snap a little too hard. I thought maybe from what she had learned so far she would be scared, but it only seems to excite her more.
"Geez, Liam, relax. I don't even know if half of this stuff is true." She sounds hurt.
"I have a feeling more of it is true than you think," I say in a much softer tone. She slams the book shut and places it on the backseat.
"All right, I guess," she sighs, having to admit I am right is a hard pill to swallow. "I'm still excited to see Italy though, is that allowed?" she smarts off.
"Yes, Petal." I shoot her a grin. She puts her hand on top of mine on her knee. Rubbing it gently first, she guides my hand up her thigh. Instantly my heart starts racing and I grip the steering wheel. Slowly she moves my hand up under her skirt and my cock gets rock hard just like that. She guides my hand between her legs, and using her finger on mine, she helps me move her panties aside.
"Jesus, Petal, you are so wet," I growl, trying to keep my attention on the road. She inserts my finger inside her with her finger also entering. I feel her pussy tighten around our fingers, a tiny moan escaping her lips. With her direction, she moves our fingers in and out of her wetness.
"Do you know how bad I want you right now?" she moans, her hips moving, grinding herself on my hand. It's all I can take. I pull off the side of the road, releasing my hand from her to shift down and stop along the interstate, cars rushing by as she climbs onto my lap.
"God, you are amazing." I pull down the straps of her dress, then release her breasts from the cups of her bra. She is moving against me, grinding back and forth against my cock. It's throbbing as I reach between us to free myself. Her panties already to the side, my cock impales her as she slams down on me.
Our lips collide through our heavy breathing as I grab the back of her neck, slipping my tongue across her lips. Sucking on her bottom lip, I feel her pulsating around my cock. I can tell she is getting close to orgasm, so I release her lips, pressing her body to mine. I still have my damn shirt on, and don't like not feeling her bare breasts smashed against my chest. The way she says my name when she is coming always sends me over the edge. I have never felt or heard anything more amazing.
"Liam, oh God, Liam." She presses the side of her sweaty face against mine, her body heaving with pleasure as I release into her. I feel wave after wave of intense pleasure rush through me as I press on her back firmly so I can feel her heart beating against my chest. I hold her against me, our bodies moving as one.
A passerby lays on the horn as they zoom by us. "Fuck, Petal, each time with you is better than the last," I breathe into her hair. She lays her forehead against mine, and I can see her smile from the flashes of the headlights as the cars pass us.
"I love you," she whispers, biting her lower lip. I take her lip with mine, kissing and sucking gently.
"God, I love you, too," I say between gentle loving kisses.
By the time we reach Chicago it is three in the morning. Harper is out in the passenger seat.
"Petal, we're here." I gently rub her leg once I have parked in the car garage of my building. She stirs a little, but is basically out cold. She didn't sleep much the night before because she was too busy researching, the two nights before that she was crying her eyes out. I nudge her leg a little more, but she still barely moves. I get out and open her side. Leaning over to unbuckle her seatbelt first, I lift her out of the car, one arm under her knees, the other around her shoulders.
She opens her eyes for a second, seeing me, then wrapping her arms around my neck, she nuzzles into me. I carry her all the way, only struggling when I have to unlock the door. I manage after a few minutes and take her straight to bed.
She looks like an angel when I lay her down. Her hair splays across the pillow. I could stare at her all day. I know I will never lose her again. I will do anything to keep this woman happy and safe for the rest of my life.
Chapter 32
Dad had been trying to get ahold of me. I told him I just needed some time to sort things out. I also wanted to make sure everything was good with Harper before I took her around my family again. I did not tell him we were in Italy the morning we arrived in Agropoli, when I had finally called him back. It had been a long twenty-four hours on a plane and then the train. Now with a rented Fiat, we are trying not to bring attention to ourselves. Driving around in a pack of gum with no kick in the engine is a lot different than the Viper.
"It's a cute car," Harper laughs as I mumble about how stupid the little car is.
"You're used to a Focus, so you have no credit on the matter," I growl at her, but laugh when she sticks her tongue out at me. It is bright and early, a beautiful sunshiny day in southern Italy, as we drive along the coast. If it wasn't for the fact we were dealing with a time change, and barely any sleep, it would be perfect.
We pull up to the ocean side villa where we will be spending the next few days. The doorman that opened the door for Harper lingered a little too long holding her hand, his eyes running up and down her body. She's wearing a pale blue sundress that hits just above her knees. She is breathtaking as always, and I was just about to break off the doorman's hand when he finally let her go. Her arm immediately wraps around mine. Stupid egotistical Italian men. I narrow my eyes at him, letting him know to back off.
"Ciao, benvenuto," the lady at the desk welcomes us.
"Mr. and Mrs. Caruso," I tell her, wrapping my arm around Harper's waist. We argued before we came when we made the reservations. We didn't want to use Tarseta for obvious reasons. Harper suggested we use Troy. Besides the fact that it felt emasculating, I was able to argue the point that it needed to be an Italian name. After a long conversation about me being a male chauvinist, and that she might want to keep her maiden name, it ended with me telling her firmly that she would be taking my last name, showing my dominance b
y throwing her on the bed and fucking her until she agreed. I can't help the smile that creeps up on my lips thinking about her so merciful under me, begging me for an orgasm.
"Stop that." Harper hits my stomach, noticing my grin.
"What?" I laugh, innocently.
We've paid for everything with traveler's checks so far. Other than having to use our real names at the airport, we have officially become Mr. and Mrs. Caruso. To complete the transformation, I placed a ring on her finger the night before we left.
"Harper Ann Troy, I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?" I got down on one knee and proposed to her. Showing her the two carat diamond ring I had purchased a few days before the Chelsea fiasco. She laughed at first thinking it was a fake ring and was part of the ruse we would be playing, but when I did not laugh and my eyes filled with love and sincerity she started crying.
"Oh my God, is this real?" She studied the ring for a moment.
"Please answer me." Still on one knee in front of her, I was starting to get queasy at the thought of her saying no.
"Yes, Liam, yes, yes, yes," she cried, and fell into my arms.
Technically we were on our honeymoon, at least a practice one for now. I fully intended on getting a lot of practice making love to my wife-to-be.
"It's so beautiful," Harper says when we walk into the large honeymoon suite overlooking the ocean with a private veranda. She's standing at the railing, the breeze softly whipping her dress and hair to the side.
"Very, very beautiful," I come up behind her, speaking of her and not the view. Wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back up against my chest, I breathe in her amazing scent.
"Thank you so much for bringing me here," she says, turning her head and placing her soft hand on my cheek then turning in my arms to kiss me.