Chapter 44
Chapter
Forty-Four
MATTEO
“ M a loves her,” Gio states what all of us have been thinking as soon as she leaves the room.
“I knew she would.” As much as Wren likes to think her hard personality and resting bitch face turns people away, it doesn’t. It does the exact fucking opposite. People want to know what’s underneath, and if they’re anything like me, they’ll spend their entire lifetime peeling away the layers until they’re buried so deep that there’s no way out.
“You’re so fucked.” Gio laughs, and this time, I laugh along with him because, yeah, I am fucked.
That raven-haired beauty in there has owned my heart since I found her beat to shit in that sleazy-ass motel room. She just doesn’t fully understand yet, but she will.
“Does she know you’re leaving yet?” Alessio asks as he takes a sip of the bitch drink Gio made for him. He bitches about them at every family dinner, but I think he secretly likes them. He never turns Gio down when he makes him another. Once, I even caught him asking for a new umbrella.
“Not yet,” I answer. I still don’t know how she’s going to feel about it, and if I’m being honest, I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone with Rob. “I’m going to tell her tonight. I kind of sprung this dinner on her.”
“It’s only for a week.” Alessio waves it off. Of course he wouldn’t think it’s a big deal. Everyone thinks I’m the cold-hearted bastard when really, Alessio is the coldest. People always underestimate him because of it. “She’ll be fine. If she wants to be in this life, she’s going to need to get used to it.”
Which I fully agree with, but… “I’m not too keen on leaving her alone with Rob right now.”
They all grunt in agreement.
“We need to take his punk ass the fuck out,” Gio says. “I’ve never liked his ass, always acting like he’s too good for us and the level he’s at is beneath him. I ought to cut his eyelid off and shove it down his throat to see if he likes the taste of betrayal. Then I’ll remind him that’s what his dick will taste like when I make him eat that. There’s nothing I hate more than two timing bitches.” Gio pauses when he notices all of us staring at him. “What? It’s the same type of silky skin! Tell me I’m wrong.”
It’s hard to not contain my smirk when Gio goes off like this. An unhinged Gio is equally disturbing as it is entertaining.
“Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know what’s wrong with you half the fucking time.” Alessio shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink.
“What I don’t hear is you telling me I’m fucking wrong.”
“Anyway,” Aldo rolls his eyes at Gio, “what are we doing about Rob?”
“I was thinking about having Enzo stay back with both of them. ”
“He’s going to fucking hate that,” Alessio says.
“Probably.” I incline my head. “But if he wants to move up and take over Forest Glen and that area, he needs to prove that he can take care of people in our family when asked.”
“So while Rob’s eyes are on Wren, Enzo’s will be on Rob’s without Rob even realizing it? Fucking smart.” Gio nods along. “I can get behind that shit.”
“Exactly. It might only be a week that I’m gone, but I don’t trust Rob’s ass as far as I can throw it.”
“You think he will catch on?” Aldo asks. “I don’t think he’s as dumb as he looks.”
He’s definitely not as dumb as he fucking looks, but when your head is so far up your ass, you tend to lose sight of things around you.
“He’s not, but I think his ego is going to hinder what’s going on right around him. He thinks we’re too fucking stupid to notice what he’s doing, and that pisses me off.”
“I get dibs on him,” Gio growls.
“You can have dibs,” I sigh. “But I get Nicholas.”
“All of this looks great, Ma,” I say as I take a seat next to Wren at the dining room table. “You didn’t need to go all out.”
“Oh, you hush.” Ma brushes it off, but you can tell she loves to do the most. “I couldn’t have Wren over to my home for the first time and serve her scraps. What would she think of me then?”
I snort. Of course she would think someone would judge her based on how much food she serves. Ever since I can remember, it’s been how she shows her love. You’re feeling sick? Your fridge will be stocked with meals you just need to heat up. She will already have them portioned out and everything. Hell, I don’t even go grocery shopping because she does it for all of us.
“I think it all looks amazing, Camilla.” Wren smiles at her. Just as I pick up a dish to scoop some on my plate before passing it off, Wren’s hand starts trailing up my thigh, making me tense. “Thank you so much for having me over for dinner.”
“The pleasure is all mine. I’ve been dying to meet you. I hope I haven’t come on too strong. I’ve just waited for this day for so long. As far as I’m concerned, you’re part of the family now.”
“That means so much to me. Truly.” The smile stays on Wren’s face as she continues her assault. Her hand is now on my upper thigh, just below where the head of my cock is resting.
“How long have you lived in Ravenna Heights?” Ma asks.
Wren tilts her head as she thinks about it. “Umm, over a decade now. I moved here when I was pretty young and just fell in love with the city.”
Wren’s fingertips swirl around the head of my growing cock, sending a jolt through my body, making me drop the fork in my hand. The sound of the metal hitting the porcelain plate echoes throughout the room.
“Are you okay?” Wren asks. Anyone looking at her would think it’s laced with concern, but I know it’s complete and utter bullshit.
I clear my throat as I take a large drink. “I’m fine. Must have slipped.”
“Well, that’s just lovely. Is your family here too, then?” Ma continues on as if nothing happened, but I don’t miss the sly little smirk she quickly shoots me before turning her attention back to her.
Fucking tease.
“No, unfortunately. They aren’t part of my life anymore,” Wren answers, scooping a little bit of food on her plate from the last dish that’s passed around.
I might be a cold-hearted bastard, but it’s the business that made me this way. Hearing Wren say she doesn’t have family is enough to shatter a little bit of what’s frozen. Family is everything to me. To my brothers.
“Oh, I just hate to hear that,” Ma says sympathetically. “You have this family now.” She winks.
“Thank you.” Wren smiles sweetly at my mom as her hand rubs harder on the head of my cock.
If she doesn’t fucking knock it off, I’m going to have a wet spot on my thigh from pre-cum like I’m fucking fifteen again. I can already feel the satin of my boxers starting to stick to the head from what is already leaking.
I clear my throat to cover up the groan that’s threatening to slip out as I cast a quick glance at Gio. He would never let me live this down.
Conversations flow around me, but I have no idea what’s being said. I can’t focus on anything other than Wren’s hand on my throbbing cock.
Leaning over slightly, I whisper in her ear, “You’re going to pay for this, tesoro .”
What felt like the longest hour of my life is finally over. I’m in the running for the world’s worst blue balls. I wouldn’t be surprised if my cock falls off at this point. Wren knew exactly what she was doing. Just as she sensed I was about to come in my pants, she let off for a few seconds until the edge died off then she was right back to it. Knowing just where to swirl and press. That thumb is fucking lethal .
“Dinner was amazing as usual, Ma,” Alessio says as he sets his cloth napkin on his empty plate.
Everyone mummers their agreement.
“If you all want to retire to the living room, I’ll get the limoncello ready and bring it out.” She beams.
“I’m going to show Wren to the restroom, and we’ll be right there.”
Wren’s eyebrow raises in question, but she doesn’t say a word as she pushes her chair in, takes my outstretched hand, and blindly follows me.
My cock twitches at the trust she bestows me, not knowing that I’m going to destroy that pretty, plump mouth of hers like she’s a dirty fucking whore.
My dirty fucking whore.
Finding the bathroom just down the hall, I shove her inside, locking the door behind us.
“On your knees. Now,” I growl.
Wren’s wide blue eyes are staring up at me as her mouth parts in shock. “What?”
“You think you could tease me all night long, and there wouldn’t be any consequences?” I tsk.
“B-but your family is right down the hall!” she stammers. “They could hear us!”
“Then I guess you better be quiet. Now, get on your fucking knees. I’m not going to say it again.”
Wren stares at me for a moment. Just when I think she’s going to defy me, she slowly sinks to the ground, one knee at a time.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” I groan at her submission. The defiance in her eyes makes my cock weep. “Take it out.”
Wren clumsily plucks at my belt, struggling slightly to pull the Italian leather out of the buckle.
Another groan slips out of me when she finally frees my cock. The barrier of fabric is no longer in the way of her soft hands touching what they have been all night.
Wren’s breath comes in short pants as her mouth becomes level with the thick head.
“Open.”
The fucking tease has the nerve to quirk an eyebrow up at me.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I growl, thrusting my hips forward just enough so her plump lips are pursed around the thick, mushroom head. “Now, Wren.” I wind my hand in her hair, grabbing a nice chunk before I tug back hard.
Wren gasps at the movement, opening her mouth just as I knew she would.
One hard thrust, and I’m in, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. Tears pool in her pretty blue eyes as they stare up at me.
She looks so fucking pretty on her knees at my mercy, my cock in her mouth and tears streaming down her face.
“Suck,” I demand, flexing my hips.
This time, she doesn’t keep me waiting.
Her tongue laps around the shaft as she swallows, taking me even deeper.
“Oh, fuck.” I groan as I keep up my light thrusts. Every time my cock glides against the back of her throat, my balls tighten. I’m not going to last.
My hand that’s in her hair tightens as I pull back slightly, letting her tongue swirl around the head before thrusting back in, making the sweet sound of her gagging echo throughout the bathroom.
“If you don’t want anyone to hear, you better save those sweet noises for only my ears, baby.” She lets out a long moan around my cock, concern for who hears long gone.
“I’m going to come down this pretty throat like the dirty fucking whore you are.” The thought of marking another part of her is almost too much. “But only for me though. This is the last first time you’ll ever suck someone’s cock. You want to know why? Because I own you. I own every fucking inch of your body, tesoro . Every.” Thrust . “Fucking.” Thrust . “Inch.” Thrust .
My eyes roll back into my head each time the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. The moan she lets out in agreement is what sends me over the edge, and spurt after spurt of my hot come shoots down her throat.
And she swallows all of it.
“Good girl,” I rumble as I carefully pull my softening cock out of her mouth, not wanting to hurt her.
Neither of us says a word as we catch our breath. Wren is still on her knees with my hand in her hair as she stares up at me. My fingers slowly massage her scalp. “You good?”
“Yeah,” she says softly after a moment. Her chin is covered with saliva, and mascara is dripping down, but to me, she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Come on,” I say, removing my hand from her hair and holding it out to help her up.
“Oh my god,” Wren gasps as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her voice sounds a little hoarse. “Goddamn you, Matteo! Your entire family is going to know what we just did in here! Your mother is going to know!”
“I promise you they won’t. No one even heard us. The living room is too far away.” It’s a straight-up lie because we’ve been gone for at least ten minutes now, but she doesn’t need to worry about that either.
Wren whips around and looks at me with a crazy look on her face. “I’m not talking about them hearing us. Look at me!” She waves her hand around her face. “I look like I just got done taking three loads to the face. ”
I really try to contain it, but I can’t help it. A deep laugh bursts out of me. “You did just take a load to the face.”
“Don’t be crude,” Wren snaps as she smacks my chest. “Let me try to clean up before we head back out there.”
Five minutes later, all traces of messed up makeup and spit are gone from Wren’s face. She finger-combed her hair enough where, by her standards, she said it could pass as presentable. I don’t have the heart to tell her that her lips are still swollen.
“Let’s get this over with. I have other plans with you tonight.”