Wolfe
After Francesca fell asleep, I texted Leo.
Have you handled Warren? After the shootout at the house, my focus had shifted entirely to Francesca.
She was traumatized by what happened and then overwhelmed by the falling-out with her father.
I had every intention of destroying Warren myself, but the days with Francesca in Palermo had sped by.
I knew Don Mancini would want revenge against Warren for coming for his daughter in the dead of night, so I decided to let them handle it.
Leo didn’t respond.
Asshole, I asked you a question.
His three dots popped up right away. Yes.
Yes, what?
We killed Warren.
When? How?
The dots didn’t come back.
Remember I know where you live, Leo. And remember I know exactly how to get there. Because Francesca just lived farther down the hill. I could see his house in the distance in daylight.
You aren’t one of us anymore, Wolfe. I answered your question, so now fuck off.
The next day, I took her out on my boat. It wasn’t quite a yacht like the larger ones that never docked on shore, but it was more luxurious than a regular fishing boat. It was small enough that I could handle everything on my own.
I took her out on the water, far enough from shore that we could see all of Palermo. The waves were minimal because it was still early in the morning, but by afternoon, they would turn choppy.
She was in a little thong bikini, black with a couple stars on it.
And her top was so small the cups could barely contain her tits.
She was on the cushioned bed at the front of the boat on her stomach, her legs up and ankles crossed, a shine on her skin from the sunscreen I’d just put on her.
And she wore a wide-brimmed hat to protect her face from the sun.
“Do you fish?” she asked as she lay beside me.
“No.”
“So you just come out here to lie in the sun?”
“Mainly to dump bodies that I don’t want to be found.”
She laughed like I’d just made a joke.
Nope, wasn’t a joke.
She went back to her book, her perky ass on display.
I lay on my side with my head propped on my arm, just admiring the view of her curves, the deep sway in her lower back and the plumpness of her tight ass. Her toenails were painted pink, and there was something about them that turned me on.
When she felt my stare, she turned back to me, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. “Yes?”
“You’re mine. I can stare all I want.”
“Well…is stare all you’re going to do?”
I smirked as I moved my hand over her ass and gave it a squeeze before a smack. “If we go inside.”
“No, I want to do it out here.”
“There are people out here.”
“Where?” she asked, looking around at our immediate proximity.
“People bring binoculars on boats and to the beach.”
“Come on. No one’s going to look.” She reached behind her back and grabbed the string to her bikini and pulled it loose. It immediately hung from her neck, her tits exposed.
I stared at her tits like I hadn’t seen them before. “They absolutely will.”
She untied the top string, the material dropping altogether.
“You’re pushing it…”
She hooked her thumb into her bikini bottoms and started to push them down over her ass.
I’d never been so mad and turned on at the same time.
She got her bottoms off and shook her hips, making her ass jiggle.
“It’s like you want me to lose it.”
She turned on her side and then reached for the front of my swim trunks before she started to tug them down.
“Francesca.”
“Come on, you brought me on a boat, but you aren’t going to fuck me on it?”
“I’ll gladly fuck you below deck.”
“No, I want to do it out here.” She tugged farther down until my dick popped out. “And you clearly do too.” She came close and then dipped her head, sheathing the top half of my cock in her mouth.
I hadn’t expected the velvety softness of her tongue, and it made my breath hitch.
She sucked me off right on the deck of the boat, shoving my big dick down her throat and smelling like sunscreen.
Her eyes lifted to look at me as she did it, driving me fucking crazy.
She pulled her mouth away then jerked me off with her hand.
“Come on, fuck me like all the other girls you bring out here.”
It was hard to talk when she was rubbing me perfectly. “I’ve never brought a girl out here.”
She started to pump me harder. “Then let’s break her in.” She rolled onto her back and started to pull me onto her.
I growled in frustration, but I didn’t stop, my dick the one in control now.
I settled between her thighs, and her hat came off when she lay back.
I covered her body with mine and hooked her legs over my hips, covering her as much as I could before I sank inside her, smelling her sweat and sunscreen and the ocean air, and all of that just made me desperate to have her, to fall headfirst into this moment.
She moaned when she felt me, hooking her arms underneath my shoulders as she lifted her head to kiss me.
She used her ankles to tug on me and bring her body closer to mine, moving with me as she continued to kiss me like she wanted all of me right on that boat.
“I love you,” she said in a breathy voice, her nails digging into me.
I’d never thought the biggest turn-on in life would be listening to a woman tell me she loved me, but it was the single sexiest thing I’d ever heard, watching her fall apart for me, begging me to fuck her on the deck of a boat for the world to see.
I felt all the muscles of my back tighten and then the shiver down my spine and the bumps that followed.
I halted, having to edge myself for the first time with Francesca.
She continued to kiss me like she didn’t want me to stop, rocked her hips and demanded for me to continue.
“Woman, you want me to last or not?”
She ground into me harder and tugged my lips back to hers. “I want you to come inside me over and over and over…”
I rarely took a day off work, but now, I was on a permanent vacation, more like a honeymoon. Every day, we woke up and found something new to do. We went out to lunch, took a nap in the middle of the day, headed to a different beach club, did whatever the fuck we wanted.
We’d just finished lunch and walked down the street together, the street busy with cars and the sidewalks crowded with people.
“I know you don’t like sweets, but can we get some gelato?”
“We can get whatever you want, baby.”
“Do you know a good spot?”
“I know everything.”
“Great.” She hooked her arm through mine as she walked beside me, wearing a flowery skirt and collared white shirt with the tails tied together over her belly to show some of her skin.
She wore platform sandals, so she had a little more height to her stature.
She always wore heels or platform shoes, and I think she did it to make it easier to kiss me.
“And it’s not that I don’t like sweets,” I said. “I just don’t eat them.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wouldn’t look like this if I ate that.”
“I have a feeling that’s not true,” she said. “With all that muscle, you can probably eat anything and you would just burn it off.”
I guided her down a couple streets until we reached the gelato shop. “A friend of mine owns this.”
“You keep good company.”
I took her inside and let her look at the flavors. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know…they all look good.” She inched down the glass case as she examined all the flavors. “I’ll do grape and the salted caramel…in a large cup.”
I paid for her order, and then we took a seat outside in the shade so she could eat it. With her legs crossed and her back perfectly straight, she scooped into the creamy dessert and placed the spoon in her mouth before she licked it clean.
I sat there and watched her, noticing the way she ate her sweets the way she licked the come off the head of my dick.
She continued to eat, oblivious to the way it turned me on.
When my jeans finally felt too tight, I turned my gaze elsewhere and people-watched.
“This is delicious.”
“Yeah?” I asked, mildly amused.
“You should try it.”
“I know what it tastes like.”
“So you’re really not going to eat sweets for the rest of your life?”
I shrugged. “I’ll have some cake on our wedding day.”
She stilled. “And that’s it?”
My eyes turned back to her. “Yeah.”
“What if it’s bad cake?”
“Why would we have bad cake on our wedding day?” I asked with a slight smile.
“I just wouldn’t want you to waste it on cake if that isn’t the best cake in the world, you know? Like, this gelato is top-notch. If you’re going to spend your freebie on something, it should be this.”
“I don’t need anything sweeter than you, baby.”
“Huh?” she asked, not understanding what I meant.
I smirked as I watched the understanding slowly move into her face.
“Okay, this is a lot better than that.”
“Difference of opinion.”
She avoided my gaze for a while and continued to eat her gelato. “I’m gonna have to start working out if I keep eating like this.”
“We could just have more sex.”
“I think we’re pretty maxed out.”
“Another difference of opinion.”
We walked together down the street after another dinner, Francesca wearing sky-high stilettos and a little black dress. Her arm was hooked through mine, but her gait slowed to a crawl. “These heels will be the death of me.”
“You want a ride?”
“No, it’s okay.”
I pulled my arm from her grasp and dropped my long-sleeved shirt down my arms before I handed it over. “Tie this around your waist.”
“Why?” she asked as she did what I told her.
I scooped my arms underneath her, lifted her with ease, and started to carry her down the sidewalk. She was a perfect fit in my arms, light as a pillow.
“We could just get a taxi.”
“We’re only a few blocks away.”
“I’m going to feel a lot heavier by the second block.”
I smirked. “I lift three hundred pounds every day in the gym. You’re basically the bar.”
“Basically the bar?”
“The bar is a hundred pounds.”
“And you think I’m a hundred pounds?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, you feel like it to me.”
“Cristo, my ass alone is a hundred pounds.”
I burst out in a loud chuckle. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”
I carried her all the way home and through the private gate to my house.
I didn’t put her down in the entryway but actually carried her up three flights of stairs to the private bedroom at the top.
I gently placed her on the bed, and then I held her knee and removed one heel at a time, undoing the little clasp on the side of her ankle to get it loose before I slipped it off then doing the same on the other side.
“Thank you.”