by Cala Riley
I thrust up into her and she gasps again. I rotate her hips, grinding her against my hard dick while continuing to move across her collarbone.
Once she starts to move on her own, I move my hand to the bottom of her shirt. I slowly bring my hands up underneath the shirt and find she’s not wearing a bra.
I take one hand out to pull her face to mine. I lean my forehead against hers.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Better yet, you need a safe word.”
Her hips stop as she tries to concentrate on my conversation.
“Okay. What’s a safe word?”
“A word that you only use if you want me to stop. Sometimes you may say the word stop and not mean it. It needs to be unrelated to sex.”
She thinks for a moment. “I don’t know.”
I think about what we could use. “What about alfredo?”
“Okay, alfredo.”
“Good. Use that if you want me to stop.”
She nods her head.
I use my free hand to move her hips, while the other caresses her breast. Once she is moving again, I bring the other up to join.
I want to see her, but I know I need to take it one thing at a time. This is about getting her off, not me.
Her forehead is still against mine, so I lean up and capture her lips with mine.
“Keep those eyes open. I want to see you get there,” I tell her.
“Get where?” she moans out.
“You’ll know when you get there,” I tell her, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Oh,” she cries out. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?” I pinch harder, letting her see the rough side of me.
She cries out even louder, her hips moving out of rhythm.
“Do that again,” she breathes out.
I oblige, pinching them hard, smiling as she rubs her pussy against my dick over and over.
I feel myself starting to get turned on even more, but I hold on to my control. This is about her.
After a couple more thrusts against me, she lets out a primal scream, her body tensing, then jerking while I hold her.
I watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head. She collapses against me, her breaths coming rapidly.
I kiss the top of her head. Running a hand down her back as I hold her.
“That was amazing,” she says when she finally gets her breath back. “Can we do that again?”
I chuckle. “We can do that as many times as you want.”
She yawns, cuddling into my chest. “I’m sleepy now.”
“It’ll do that to you. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
I help her stand, but then swoop her up into my arms.
She looks at me wide-eyed but lets me carry her. Once in the room, I lie her down, tucking her into the covers.
She grabs my hand before I can leave. “Stay with me?”
“You want me to sleep in here with you?” I ask, making sure I understand what she’s asking.
“Yes.”
I walk around the bed, sliding under the covers with her. As soon as I am in the bed, she turns to me, cuddling against my side with her head on my chest.
“Goodnight,” her sleepy voice tells me.
“Goodnight, cara.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
For the first time in a long time, I fall asleep quickly, even with a hard-on and a case of blue balls.
And it all has to do with the comfort of the woman in my arms.
I’m curled up on the couch reading a history book when I hear the front door open and close. I peek at the clock, seeing that Matteo has only been gone for two hours.
I didn’t expect him home so soon.
The clicking of heels gives it away that it’s someone else.
A beautiful woman dressed in all black with red heels rounds the corner, coming to a stop.
A beautiful pregnant woman.
“Who are you?” she asks, brow raised.
“Who are you?” I challenge back, a feeling of jealousy swelling inside me.
Her red lips curl into a smirk as she pushes her dark hair behind her shoulder.
“Matteo’s keeping secrets, I see.” She pulls out her phone and rapidly presses buttons before sliding it back into her bag.
“I’m Sofia Catalini,” she says, sitting down on the couch across from me.
I keep my mouth shut, not responding. She seems awfully comfortable here.
This doesn’t bode well for me.
Does he have another woman he goes and sees? Is that why he comes home so late?
He’s not yours, I remind myself. He can do whatever he wants.
“And you are?” Sofia demands, while getting comfortable on the couch.
“Vanessa,” I admit softly.
“Vanessa,” she hums, looking me up and down.
Nico runs into the room, coming to a dead stop.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath.
“Well hello, Nico,” Sofia says.
He looks nervous as his eyes volley between my own and hers.
It cements the fact that something fishy is going on and it’s not going to be in my favor.
“Mrs. Catalini.” He bows to her. “Lovely to see you again.”
“Is it?” she challenges.
“Always.” He slides his hand into his pocket slowly.
“Don’t think about telling him I’m here yet,” Sofia demands, making him stop.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Catalini.” Nico obeys.
“Who are you?” I ask, taking in this weird scene, making Nico hiss.
The door opens and shuts again. Two women round the corner, one with a baby on her hip.
“What did we miss?” the beautiful blonde holding the baby asks.
“She just asked who I am.” Sofia smirks, making the girls laugh.
The tall brunette crosses her arms, glaring at me.
“Better question is, who is she and what is she doing in Matty’s place,” she says, disapproval dripping from her.
My stomach drops as I look at all three of them. They are gorgeous and with one pregnant and the other with a baby, my thoughts run rampant.
Does he have a harem? Is that why he kidnapped me? Maybe he goes around kidnapping women and forcing them into compliance until they have his babies.
“Now ladies, be nice. I’m sure there’s an explanation,” the blonde defuses, setting the child down.
Her kind smile calms some of my nerves, but nowhere near all of them.
My eyes flit to Nico, but he slinks back into the shadows while the women’s attention is trained on me.
Traitor.
“Forgive my friends, apparently they have forgotten their manners.” The blonde says, “I’m Mia, and this is Isabella.” She points to the tall brunette. “Matteo is our brother.”
I snort. “Yeah, I don’t buy that.” I shake my head. “You guys look nothing alike.”
“Not all family is blood,” Isabella spits at me.
I glare at her “And not every person you call family can be trusted.”
She goes to speak again, but Sofia speaks up instead, casting her a look.
“How did you end up here?”
“Matteo took me in.” I shrug, looking down at my hands.
“You’re the homeless woman who stole his wallet.” There’s disdain in Isabella’s voice.
“Tone it down, Iz. Obviously Matteo took her in for a reason,” Mia says, watching her child walk around the room.
The door opens again, with heavier footsteps.
“Looks like Nico is a rat,” Sofia says, under her breath as Matteo rounds the corner, coming to a stop.
“Nico had nothing to do with this. I was already on my way home when I got the alert that your code was used,” he says, looking at Sofia. His eyes scan the room until they land on me. “Are you okay?”
My heart races as he addresses me. I give him a small nod. Part of me is relieved that he seems to be more concerned abo
ut me than them, but the other part is still hurt that I know nothing about them.
“Interesting,” Isabella mumbles under her breath as she takes another look at me, with less venom in her eyes.
“What are you ladies doing here?” Matteo sounds frustrated.
“We don’t keep secrets,” Isabella says sharply, hurt in her voice.
“Iz,” he sighs, rubbing his face. “It’s not like that.”
“Hmm,” Sofia hums.
“Letting yourself in now Sofia?” Matteo asks, brow raised.
“I was in the neighborhood and needed to use the restroom, little one was pressing on my bladder just right,” she says coyly, rubbing her belly.
“You never went to the bathroom,” I blurt out before covering my mouth.
Sofia’s eyes narrow on me. “The baby moved and I no longer needed to go right that moment.” She stands. “But I should now.”
“You were going to snoop. I don’t appreciate you butting into my life,” he yells as she walks away.
“That’s what sisters do.” Mia laughs.
Matteo comes over to me, pulling me up into his arms
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs to me.
“It’s your house.” I shrug. “You can have whoever you want over.”
“Yeah, but it’s your home too. I didn’t ask them to come. This is kind of just how they are.”
“Who are they?” I nod toward the women, my voice still low.
“I’ll explain everything when they leave.”
“This is cute and all, but you owe us some answers, Matty boy,” Isabella taunts him.
He stiffens before kissing my forehead and turning to them.
“You’re not entitled to answers. However, I will introduce you. This is Vanessa. She is a house guest of mine for as long as she wishes to stay. Cara, this is Izzy, Mia, and the pregnant burglar is Sofia. They are like sisters to me. Sofia is married to my boss, while these two are married or about to be married to his closest friends.”
Hearing him echo their words makes me feel better. He has never once lied to me, so I have no reason to believe that he would start now. If anything, he has been painfully honest, even when it hurt my feelings.
I give them a small smile and wave. Isabella doesn’t look at me though. Instead, she focuses on his arm around my shoulder.
“We aren’t total animals. We introduced ourselves when we arrived, didn’t we, Vanessa?” Sofia announces when she comes back in the room.
“They did,” I admit quietly.
“So Matt, is this the reason you’ve been leaving early or missing Sunday dinners? Why you haven’t let Nico come as much either?” Sofia crosses her arms, but then uncrossed them to rub her stomach.
“This isn’t the time or place to discuss this. I think it’s time for you to go.” Matteo tenses in my arms.
“Really? You’re kicking us out?” Mia widens her eyes.
“This was an unexpected visit and we have things to do today. I’ll show you to the door.”
My heart stops.
He’s ashamed of me.
That’s why he’s making them leave. He doesn’t want his real life around his dirty little secret.
He squeezes me one more time before following the women into the entry hall.
Nico steps out from the shadows. “Are you okay, Vanessa?”
I give him a small smile. “I’m fine. It was a dose of reality that I needed. I’m going to go take a shower.”
He nods as I make my hasty retreat upstairs.
I close the door behind me, resting against it.
Back to reality, Vanessa.
This is a fucking mess.
I think to myself as I usher the girls toward the door.
“No more letting yourselves in. I gave you codes in case of emergency or if I needed you to stop by. Coming on your own to snoop is a violation of my privacy.”
“Last I checked, you no longer get to tell me what to do.” Sofia smirks, but then frowns. “I don’t like secrets. We were worried about what was going on. Ever since you moved out here, you have been distant. You don’t even call as much anymore. You can’t blame us after everything we’ve all been through,” she says softly.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I rub my hand down my face before looking at each one in the eye. “I messed up. I should have told you I had her here. I didn’t know what this was and didn’t want to involve you until I did.”
“Well, cat’s out of the bag now. Bring her to dinner this week so we can get to know her better,” Sofia demands, pushing her shoulders back. “Nico, you better be there as well.”
Nico steps out of the shadows. “If you insist.”
She chuckles. “Like you don’t enjoy my cooking. You boys take care.”
She leans in, giving us each a hug before turning to leave.
“See you later this week.” Mia, carrying Elena, leans in for a hug before she follows.
Their bodyguards fall into step with them, protecting them if necessary.
I turn, looking at Iz.
“How long have we been friends?” She can’t mask the unshed tears in her eyes.
“Five years.” I swallow hard, knowing this hurt her.
It wasn’t my intention, but you know what they say about intentions.
“You agreed to walk me down the aisle. Aside from Gio and my mom, I consider you my closest friend, even more so than the girls. I’ve confided in you. Things I’ve never once told them.” She takes a deep breath and calms her emotions. “I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other. Hell, we just had a conversation about you wanting to settle down, which I kept to myself per your request. Then I find out by showing up at your house you moved a woman into your home. Even better? You seem to care about her feelings more than ours.”
“That’s not it, Iz,” I murmur.
She holds her hand out to stop me from talking. “I watched your every move, Matt. You walked in, evaluated the room for threats, then you asked her if she was okay. Not us. Your eyes didn’t linger on us. They went straight to her. Then, with us in the room, you went to her and held her. She’s more than some girl you’re trying to help. I can’t help but wonder why you would want to keep it a secret.”
“I know you’re hurt, Iz, but you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”
“I’m not, Matt. If you can’t see what I see then you’re not only lying to us, but yourself. Now, I wonder if I mean as much to you as you do to me.”
She doesn’t hug me, choosing to instead walk away.
“Iz,” I call out.
“Not now, Matteo. I need to think,” she calls over her shoulder.
I watch as she walks down the path and gets into the car she arrived in. Once out of sight, I shut the door, leaning my head against it, collecting myself.
“That was a shitshow,” I mumble.
“Could have been worse,” Nico answers from behind me.
“How much do you want to bet that Gio will call before the end of the day pissed I hurt Iz?” I attempt to joke, but it falls flat.
I would go to the ends of the earth to keep any one of those girls from being hurt. I know I messed up.
“I’m not taking a bet I know I will lose. Might want to check on Vanessa, though. She hightailed it upstairs and looked spooked,” he advises me before turning away toward the back door.
“Thank you for telling me they were here,” I call out after him.
I told my first lie to the girls today. Nico texted me as soon as he could to let me know the girls were there. Thank goodness the club is only a quick drive from the house. I couldn’t let him take the fall for that. He disobeyed their direct order, but it was to protect my girl.
My girl. When did I start thinking of her as mine?
Nico raises his hand in acknowledgment as he leaves.
I sigh, knowing we need to talk. That looked bad. And she deserves an explanation.
I walk into the bedroom and don’t see her but hear water run
ning in the bathroom. The door to the bathroom is partially open, so I push it the rest of the way. I see Vanessa reaching into the shower, testing the water.
I lean against the door frame, taking in her naked body. She’s put on weight since she’s been with me, filling out. Her perky ass begging to be slapped. My dick rises to the occasion within a second, all thoughts of the talk we need to have fleeing my mind.
“What the hell, Matteo,” Vanessa screeches, covering herself from me.
“You left the door open.” I push off the door frame, adjusting my cock. “Besides, why are you hiding? It’s not like my mouth hasn’t been on that body before.”
Vanessa’s eyes widen as she watches me, making me harder. I groan.
“What are you doing?” She licks her lips, rubbing her thighs together, still looking at my cock.
“What does it look like?” I ask, boxing her in against the bathroom counter, running my nose along her neck.
“Matteo,” she whimpers.
“Tell me, are you wet?” I ask, nipping her neck.
“Never,” she growls, rubbing her tits against my shirt.
I grab her, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her to the bed.
“Matteo,” she screeches.
I toss her onto the bed, flipping her over, slapping her ass.
Vanessa cries out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I slap it again, then rub the sting away. Seeing my handprint light up on her ass makes me harder. I flip her over, crowding her on the bed.
“Do you want me?”
“Nope.” She smiles up at me.
“Are you sure? Your body says you do.” I smirk as she grinds her pussy on me. “Your soaking wet, cara.”
“Who said it was because of you?” she taunts me.
I lean down, biting her nipple, making her arch.
“You like that?”
Vanessa pants, keeping her mouth shut while glaring at me.
“Don’t move,” I demand, moving off of her, taking off my shirt.
“Who said you can tell me what to do?” she asks, closing her legs and rubbing her thighs together.
I move to my chest at the end of my bed, flipping the lock open. I grab what I need and stalk back toward the bed. Vanessa slides back toward the headboard, like she is running from me. I grab her ankle, pulling her toward me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I challenge.