“Enough,” I growled, extracting her hand from my pants.
With a disappointed look on her face, I felt like the world’s biggest douche. Hating the feeling, I pushed her onto her back, grabbed her ankles and threw them over my shoulders before diving face first into the happiest place on earth.
Elise’s fingers yanked on my hair. I wasn’t sure if she was pushing me away or holding me close.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, praying to any and every god there was that her answer was no.
“Fuck no!” Elise replied without taking a breath and forcing my head back between her thighs.
I devoured her.
I consumed her.
I was consumed by her.
And by the time her thighs were quivering, her back arching, and her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, I was on the verge of embarrassing myself. A couple of flicks of my tongue later, and Elise screamed my name so loudly I was surprised we didn’t have the neighbours banging on the door checking that no one was being murdered.
Pulling back, I wiped my chin on the back of my hand and looked down at the sleepy and satisfied-looking Elise with my chest puffed out. I loved knowing that I was the one responsible for making her look like that.
When her eyes fell closed and her head flopped back on her pillow, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before she was out like a light. A really fantastic orgasm, one of those toe-curling, breath-stealing orgasms, would do that to you.
Standing up, I tugged up my zipper, ignoring my disappointed cock and ran my hands through my hair. Taking a deep breath, I said the one thing I least wanted to. “I should probably go.”
Chapter Eighteen – Elise
Lying there limply cocooned in post-orgasmic bliss, my heavy eyes were closed as I tried to catch my breath. As amazing as Luca looked, as talented as he was on the football field, the man was a fucking damn magician on his knees. The things he could do with his tongue… Was it possible to orgasm from a memory?
Half out of it, I thought I heard Luca mumble some shit about leaving. Forcing my tired eyes open, I could barely believe what I was seeing. Luca’s jeans were buttoned, jeans I was positive I’d unzipped barely minutes earlier, and he was looking like he was ready to bolt. Not today. No fucking way.
“Sorry?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows, not giving two shits that I was wearing nothing but my birthday suit.
“I’m going to head out. You’ve got work tomorrow, so…”
Now I was pissed.
There was no way I was going to let him screw me into submission then turn and walk out the door. I don’t know what sort of selfish, narcissistic skanks he usually took to bed, but I wasn’t one of them.
“No!” I stated firmly.
Climbing to my feet on jelly legs wasn’t easy, but there was no way I was letting Luca leave. Not like this anyway.
“No?” Luca seemed confused. Or hypnotised by my boobs. Both were a very real possibility.
“Listen to me, Luca Conti, and listen good. Get your pants off and get in my bed. Now.” I wasn’t sure where this bossy bitch version of me had come from, but I kind of liked her.
“Elise…”
I’d had enough of his stalling. Taking matters into my own hands, literally, I threw myself at him, hoping he’d catch me. Luca didn’t disappoint. I don’t think disappointing people was in his DNA. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pushed my tongue down his throat as my fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Hearing the feral groan rip from his throat, I knew his argument had died. Winning though wasn’t enough. Not tonight. I may have already sung Luca’s praises once tonight, but now I’d had a taste, I wanted it all. As I fell onto the mattress, Luca’s weight came down on top of me, our lips locked together. I don’t know who was grinding on who; it was probably me chasing another big O like the desperate hussy he was turning me into, but I saw in his face the exact moment that all thoughts of leaving left Luca’s mind.
When he climbed off me and ditched the pants, I leaned over and grabbed a condom. I wasn’t giving him a chance to run. Not when I could already feel my whole body, from my head to my toes, tingling.
Thirty minutes later, three more orgasms for me, and one for Luca, I was done. Every muscle in my body was like jelly, and I was barely able to keep my eyes open. He’d quite literally fucked me into submission. Lying beside him with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me, I was loving the way his huge hand rested on my arse while we snuggled. The last guy I’d gotten naked with hated snuggling and climbed out of bed as soon as he, not we, was done.
“I should probably head out now. You’ve got school tomorrow,” Luca suggested, twirling a strand of my hair around his fingers.
“Is that what you want?” I asked with a yawn.
“Fuck no.”
“Well then, stop talking crap and go to sleep. We can argue about everything else in the morning.”
“You sure?”
“Luca, shut up. Kiss me good night and go to sleep.”
“Yes, Miss McCoy,” he taunted before kissing me, leaving me breathless and bewildered.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, burrowing my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He was real and he was here.
“Good night, Elise.”
The last thing I remembered as I drifted off was the soft kiss he placed on my temple.
***
I wasn’t a morning person. I was the type of person who couldn’t function without a hot shower and coffee pumping through my veins. It was funny how that all changed when you woke up wrapped in a hot, hard body. Seeing Luca lying there made getting out of bed challenging but for a completely different reason.
“Stop staring at me,” he rumbled, his eyes still closed.
“Go back to sleep,” I told him, grabbing his shirt from the floor and tugging it over my head. I might have been headed straight for the shower, but the last thing I wanted was to have Luca see my naked butt scooting across the room. Not first thing in the morning.
“I’ve gotta get moving.”
“Oh.”
“Go have your shower, and I’ll make coffee,” Luca instructed, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, causing the sheet to drop and show off those delicious abs I could barely keep my hands off.
“You’re my hero.”
After a quick shower, I got dressed, straightened my hair and did my makeup before stepping into the kitchen to find breakfast already plated up on the bench.
“Where’d this come from?” I asked as Luca handed me a fork.
“I cooked it.”
“Did I even have all the stuff to make this?” I asked around a mouthful of the most delicious cheesy omelette I’d ever had.
Damn! The boy could cook.
“So, you’re away this weekend?”
“Yep. Back Sunday afternoon. You busy Sunday night?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh okay. No worries.”
“Luca.” He looked up over the rim of his mug. “I’m busy with you.” I must’ve said the right thing, because his scowl faded, and he perked back up.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Luca kissed me so thoroughly I seriously considered changing my underwear before I went to school. We’d agreed to chat while he was away and get together Sunday, something I was looking forward to more than I was ready to admit. I waited until he drove away until I climbed into my own car and called Jax.
When it went to voicemail, I hung up and hit redial.
“Bitch, you better be lying in a gutter right now,” he grumbled, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could just picture him lying there in his cupcake pyjamas, his arm dramatically draped over his eyes, like the morning sun would turn him to ash.
“Ha ha. Wake up. I need to talk to you.”
“Call back later. Jaxson isn’t awake yet.”
“Jaxson! I don’t have time for you to be a drama llama this morning. I’m on my way to school.”
“Fine!” he said with a huff. “What’s so important you need to interrupt my beauty sleep?”
“I slept with Luca,” I said quickly.
“Tramp!” Jaxson exclaimed, suddenly sounding a lot perkier.
“Jealous?”
“Hell yeah, I’m jealous. But forget about me, how was he? As big as he looks? More than a mouthful? And tell me, does he know what to do with it? I bet he does. Guys that look like that know exactly what to do.”
“Speaking from experience, are you?”
“Only from my dreams, sweetheart. Come on. Spill. Does he manscape?”
“You did not just ask me about Luca’s grooming habits, did you?” Part of me was shocked, but then I remembered who I was talking to and realised I should’ve known better.
“Elise! Focus! Don’t make me come to your classroom and ask you for a detailed description of Luca’s schlong in front of a room full of eight-year-olds!”
“Schlong?” I couldn’t help but giggle at that one.
“He was perfect. In and out of the bedroom.”
“Perfect? Perfect? Perfect doesn’t tell me anything. Width? Girth?”
“Oh my god, Jax! I need cocktails to deal with you. Let’s just say I won’t be forgetting anything about last night anytime soon. Anything. He knows exactly how to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve never been so proud of you. I’m like a proud papa right now.”
“Why?”
“Cos, honey, you dusted off your coochie and rode that Italian stallion.”
I snorted. Jaxson definitely had a way with words. “Gee thanks. Look, I’ve gotta go, I’m just pulling into the carpark. We on for Saturday?”
“Yeah. Think about what you wanna do. It’s your turn.”
“Mmm.”
“What does that mean?”
“Mmm. I was thinking we might watch a soccer game.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You’ve got a crush,” Jax teased, sounding like a prepubescent tween.
“No, I don’t,” I denied, hating the niggling in the back of my mind that maybe he was right.
“Keep telling yourself that. Now, go mould young minds and let me go back to sleep.”
“Love you.”
“Back at ya. Bye, chicky.”
Hanging up, I couldn’t stop smiling. I was a bloody lucky girl. I had two amazing men in my life who made me smile for completely different reasons. I didn’t want to give either of them up. And thankfully, I didn’t have to. But first, I had a class to face.
By lunch time, the smile Luca had left on my face had faded, and I was staring at the calendar, counting down the days to school holidays. With four more weeks before a break, I was seriously wondering if I was going to make it.
Thankfully, the next couple of days were pretty uneventful – other than the fact Corey’s oddness was starting to border on creepy – something even Trish had noticed and commented on. If I was being honest, I was glad she’d seen it. It meant it wasn’t all in my head.
Saturday afternoon arrived, I had the coffee table buried under a mountain of snacks, all suggested by Pinterest because I had no freaking idea what you were supposed to serve while watching soccer, and I was ready. At least I think I was. My iPad was charged, and I’d Googled the rules, now all I needed was for Jaxson and Dana to arrive and the whistle to blow.
Chapter Nineteen – Luca
Walking through my front door, I knew I’d made the right decision in retiring. After two away games back to back, I felt like I’d been in a pinball machine bouncing from one side of the country to the other. It’d taken its toll. I wasn’t sure if it was the travel, the game, or the fact that we’d come home, tail between our legs after losing both games. Either way, I was exhausted.
Dumping my bag by the door, I flopped onto the lounge and closed my eyes. It was late on Sunday afternoon, and I was home four hours later than I was supposed to be, thanks to delays at the airport, which meant my dinner with Elise had been cancelled. When I’d called and told her, she’d sounded disappointed, at least I chose to believe she did, but she’d understood. The upside of being away was we’d been forced to get to know each other with our clothes on. Exchanging texts and calls, I’d learnt a lot about Elise.
One night, very late, I don’t know if she’d had a shitty day or one too many glasses of red, she’d opened up about her family. Even though she’d already told me about her brother, she went on to add that after his death, what was left of her family fell apart around her. Within twelve months her parents had separated, and she hadn’t heard from her mother since. And her dad; the way she described the man broke my heart. He sounded hard-working and determined to be the best he could be for his daughter, but he was bumbling around and more than a little lost himself. The way she told it, Jax was her family and the most important person in her world, and all I could ever hope to be was second.
In return, I’d filled her in on the idiosyncrasies of my own dysfunctional family. She didn’t seem discouraged by the sheer numbers. It probably helped she’d already met my mother and two of my sticky beak sisters. Elise just told me I was lucky to have them, and I knew she was right.
Dragging my lazy butt up off my couch, I headed for the shower. I’d made it three steps before I realised that something felt off. Something was different. Diverting to the kitchen, I froze when I saw the dining room. There was a picture on the wall. Hanging on an actual nail in the wall, was a giant print I’d bought at a charity auction years ago that had spent its time wrapped in bubble wrap tucked away in the spare room. After standing there admiring it for a moment, I kept moving through the house. The spare bedroom bed had sheets on it. There was a table beside the bed with a lamp set up. Someone had been in my house.
Finding my phone in my pocket, I shot off a text to the family group.
Luca: Who played interior designer while I was away?
Almost instantly the replies came.
Mum: Wasn’t me.
Izzy: Nope. Is it any good though? Pics?
There was radio silence from the other two. I wouldn’t have considered it suspicious except I could see that they’d both read it.
Luca: Sienna? Ari?
Arianna: Fine. I was there.
Arianna: Your place was depressing. It needed help
Luca: Not saying it didn’t
Arianna: Well just say thank you then
Why’d she need to bust my balls all the time? It was no wonder I’d spent a couple of years hiding out on the other side of the world. It kept my sticky beak sisters out of my business. The problem was this time, they’d done me a favour. Walking through the house, every room, except my bedroom, thankfully, seemed like it’d had a makeover.
Sienna: What do you think?
Luca: Looks really good
Luca: Thanks
Sienna: See, Ari, told ya he’d love it
Arianna: Yeah yeah
Luca: Why?
Mum: Why what?
Luca: Why’d you girls do it?
Sienna: Cos now you’re going to be home all the time, it needed to feel like a home. Not a hotel room
Arianna: Besides, you can’t bring anyone home to that
Izzy: And we like Elise
Now it was starting to make sense. Bloody busy bodies.
Luca: STAY OUT OF IT
Luca: I’m serious girls. I love you but you need to butt out
Arianna:
Elise and I were still figuring it out. We hadn’t had enough time to put a label on it. I was definitely interested in spending time with her as soon as we could find some to change that, but the last thing I needed was interference. Especially from my sisters.
When my phone fell silent, I threw it on my bed and headed for the shower. I’d just stepped out and wiped the mirror, when a knock at the door shocked me. Fuck I hoped it wasn’t my sisters and their kids. I was too tired to play host tonight. All I wanted to do was collapse on the lounge and
watch some mindless TV. Dealing with people wasn’t high on my agenda.
The knock came again, and with a groan, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to answer it. Yanking it open, I almost tore it off its hinges.
“What?”
“Well, that’s not exactly the hello I was expecting,” Elise retorted, propping out her hip.
Looking down at the woman staring up at me, all the exhaustion and agitation evaporated from my body. It wasn’t the only thing I felt either. There was a definite twitch of my cock beneath the thin cotton towel. Elise was effortlessly beautiful. Her hair was piled up in a messy knot on the top of her head. She wore a pair of jeans, white runners, and a grey knitted sweater. Nothing fancy, but it was perfect.
“Elise!” I breathed, gripping the knot at my hip tighter.
“I thought you might be tired when you got home, so I picked up pizza.” She thrust the box out between us, and I could smell the tomato and cheese and my stomach groaned. I hadn’t even thought about food if I was being honest. “Take it. I’ll catch up with you later.” Elise turned to leave, but my brain finally kicked in. Before she managed to scurry away, I reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Home.”
“You’re not staying?”
“You’re tired.”
“I’m fine.”
“Well, you don’t seem in the mood for company.” She shrugged.
She was right. Well, in a way. I hadn’t wanted to deal with people tonight, but Elise wasn’t people. She was something else. Something more.
“I’m sorry. I’m an arse. Please stay.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
When I tugged at her wrist, my towel dropped to the tiles, leaving me naked as the day I was born. I didn’t know what to do. In one hand I held the pizza box, in the other, Elise who still looked like she was on the verge of jumping into her car and driving away. I heard the sharp intake of her breath as she took in my body, and when her eyes settled on my cock, it jerked appreciatively.
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