Chapter 45
Chapter
Forty-Five
WREN
“ G io totally knew what we did in the bathroom,” I grumble as we walk down the driveway of his mother’s house hand in hand.
Overall, dinner was amazing. I don’t think I fully realized the extent of the gap not having a family of my own had created. Yeah, I have Delaney, but that doesn’t replace a mom.
Nothing about tonight felt forced. The conversation flowed with jokes and whatever random things they wanted to talk about. You could feel the love as soon as you step foot into that house. And that’s all Camilla. She loves her boys with her whole body. It felt absolutely fucking amazing to be so welcomed by her. I tried to hang on to that moment as long as I could because I know as well as anyone that a love like that isn’t a guarantee. And who knows what’s going to happen with Matteo and me after all of this shit is over with.
“He did not.” Matteo laughs beside me .
“I’m sorry. Was I imagining the smirks he was shooting at us throughout the rest of the night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sure you don't, you lying bastard. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did. Your mom is really sweet.” If only all moms were like Camilla.
Matteo smiles down at me. “I told you that you had nothing to worry about. She loves you.”
Thank god for that. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed that she’s the first parent I’ve ever met, but I am. Who goes almost thirty years without meeting a significant other's parents? This bitch apparently.
“She’s easy to talk to. Why have I not met her if she lives so close to you?”
“We do family dinners almost every week at her place, but she does have her own life. She runs a few charities and likes to plan and throw parties for them.”
That checks out. When Matteo dropped the bomb that we were going over there for dinner, I wasn’t expecting so many dishes and drinks.
When she first handed me a shot glass of limoncello, I threw it back like I would any tequila shot. As soon as Gio and Aldo started laughing, I knew I had done something wrong. Unbeknownst to me, limoncello is supposed to be sipped and savored. Camilla told me it’s an after-dinner drink because the lemon helps with digestion. I still don’t get how something that tastes so strongly of alcohol can help with that, but I’m not going to argue.
“I want your mom’s limoncello recipe,” I tell Matteo as his home comes into view.
“I’m sure that can be arranged. It would make her whole fucking year if you asked her to teach you how to make it.” It totally would. I could use all of the brownie points I can get with her.
“You said you had other plans for us tonight. Care to share what those are?”
“We’re going for a swim,” he answers, shocking me a little.
“A swim?” I echo. “I’ve been staying at your place for a while now, and I have never seen you use that pool. I didn’t think you even realized you had one.”
“Of course I know I have a pool. I listen to Rob bitch every single time you make him stay out there all day with you.”
I tense at the mention of Rob’s name. Matteo either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t want to rehash the conversation again. I said what happened, and I need to trust that he will deal with it like he said he would.
“Go change and meet me out there,” he says, and he lightly taps my ass before disappearing to his office.
It’s honestly refreshing to know that I can chill at the pool in peace without the asshole Rob lurking nearby. In fact, I haven’t seen him since Matteo got home before dinner.
Matteo is already in the shallow end of the pool, waiting with a bottle of champagne on the edge of the pool in a chiller with two flutes sitting next to it. The patio lights are off, but the pool lights are on, creating the perfect romantic setting. The only sound that can be heard is the water lightly splashing into the gutter along the sides.
Matteo’s hungry eyes roam my body as I make my way toward the pool steps.
I decided on a black string bikini. The triangle scraps of fabric are just big enough to cover my nipples on my D cups, and the bottoms are pretty cheeky, mostly getting eaten up by my ass, but that’s kind of the point, right?
I’ve never been the girl with a smooth, flat stomach. No matter how many miles I run, crunches I do, or calories I cut, there’s always some soft jiggle somewhere. Sometimes, I feel like I gain five pounds just from looking at junk food. It sucks, and the body loathing still comes and goes, but over the years, I’ve learned to just accept it and wear the damn suit. One guy might be grossed out by you, but the next will be looking at you like Matteo is me right now and begging you to sit on his face. And honestly? A man who can’t get down with a little cellulite and stretch marks isn’t the man for me.
“It’s about time your sexy ass got out here. I was getting ready to pop this by myself,” Matteo says as his greedy eyes stay locked on my breasts.
“I didn’t even take that long. You’re just impatient.” It takes everything in me to leave my poker face on. The last thing I need is for him to find out about the tattoo I have planned. The foundation I had Delaney bring over is amazing, but it takes a minute to dry and set. But once it is, that bitch is not moving. You could have me giving you the messiest and nastiest blow job of your life and come out looking flawless. It’s what I should have worn over for dinner.
“Me? Impatient?” He smirks as I slowly descend down the pool steps and glide through the water towards him. “I think you have me confused with someone else. I’m a very patient man.”
I snort. “Yeah, if you’re getting your way.”
Matteo just smirks that panty-dropping smile at me.
“What’s all this for?” I ask, motioning to the champagne and ambiance he’s set.
“I just thought you and I could have a little time together. I know I sprung meeting my mom on you, and in case it went badly, I had a destresser ready to go.” He pulls the unopened bottle out of the chiller. “Shall I?”
I nod my head, watching the veins on his arms bulge slightly as he pops the cork, the pop echoing throughout the backyard. Matteo fills both of the flutes before passing one to me.
“Saluti,” he says, holding his flute out.
“Saluti,” I repeat, lightly clinking the glass against his.
The first sip of champagne always tingles slightly as it goes down, all of the bubbles working their way through my body. It isn’t long before I feel that familiar warm sensation start to spread throughout my body.
“You were a tease tonight, tesoro ,” Matteo rumbles as he boxes me in against the pool wall, taking my flute out of my hand and setting it down on the edge.
“Maybe you shouldn’t start games that you aren’t prepared to play.” My lips tip up in a seductive smirk, wrapping my hands around his neck.
Matteo leans in until the tip of his nose is lightly touching mine. “I’m always in it for the long game, baby.”
I don’t get a chance to respond before he crushes his lips to mine, demanding and taking all in one. His tongue feels cool from the champagne as it plunders into my mouth, owning what is already his. My body doesn’t resist submitting to him by letting him lead, sucking and nipping my bottom lip. It’s not soft and sweet. No, it’s messy and raw. Raw from all of the pent-up need that’s been festering between us all night. The blow job barely took the edge off for me and left me wanting something long, thick, and hard to clench onto.
My fingers are tangled in his hair when he finally pulls away, coming up for air, both of our breaths coming in short pants.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans. “When I first met you, I thought I just needed to get you out of my system but fuck, you’ve consumed me. You have no clue. No fucking clue.” His nose lightly trails along my jaw and down my neck until he reaches that super-sensitive spot that turns me inside out every single time. “You’re flowing through my veins, tesoro . I feel like a fucking addict, wondering when I’m going to get my next fix of this pretty, tight, little cunt.”
I gasp as he bites down on the spot, sending a tingling sensation straight to my core.
“And it’s all mine, isn’t it?” His left hand is caressing up and down my side, savoring every single curve along the way. I’m too caught up in feeling Matteo everywhere to answer. He bites at the same spot again, this time harder. It stings and burns, making me hiss as I lean into it. “Oops. My poor little runner is bleeding. Answer me, and I’ll clean you up.”
He doesn’t sound sorry at all, and I don’t have it in me to care. He could use and abuse me right now, and I would fucking beg for more. “Wh-what was the question?” My brain is in a fog. His scent swirling around me is intoxicating.
He bites down again, punishing me. This time, I feel the blood lightly flowing from the deep indents in my skin, filling the shape until it has nowhere to go but down my body. “I asked you to tell me it’s all mine.”
“Yes,” I breathe out as my eyes flutter close, everything overwhelming. “It’s yours.”
Matteo doesn’t make me wait for my reward. His tongue darts out, soothing the bite as he laps up the blood that has oozed out, trickling over my collarbone. The feel of the trail of blood tickles my skin on its short descent, making a shiver rake through me. A deep groan erupts from deep in his chest. “I knew you would taste like mine.”
I’m too stunned to speak. No man has ever been the cause of me bleeding and stopping it all in one. I’m fucking soaked. I can feel the chlorine resisting to mix with what’s waiting for Matteo.
My hands that are still in his hair tug hard as his caressing hand continues its descent, toying lightly at my navel before heading straight to the tiny scrap of material that’s between him and what’s his.
“Can you even call this a suit?” he asks as his thumb dips underneath the fabric, brushing over the smooth skin.
“Yes.” My breath hitches as he unties the strings on one side, lazily trailing his fingers back across to do the same to the other.
“Did you wear this in front of Rob?” His tone has an edge to it where I know if I answer incorrectly, he’s going to lose his ever-loving mind.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Good girl,” Matteo rumbles, a finger brushing my clit. “This is for my eyes only. I’d hate to kill any poor bastard that has the balls to look at what’s mine.”
A sound I don’t recognize comes out of me as Matteo roughly shoves two fingers inside of me without warning, pumping in and out at a fast pace. His thumb roughly circles my clit, making my moans grow louder, echoing throughout the backyard.
The base of my spine is starting to tingle as my walls clench around his fingers, needing more than what they’re giving.
It’s as if Matteo can read my mind because he abruptly removes his fingers and thumb, leaving me feeling achy and hollow. A feeling only he can satisfy.
In a quick movement, Matteo spins us so that our sides face the pool’s edge. He makes quick work of getting his cock out of his swim trunks before I feel his hands on my ass, lifting me up. My legs wrap around him just in time before he slams home, filling me to the hilt.
A scream rips from my throat, my walls clenching him tight, never wanting him to leave.
“Fuck,” Matteo groans. “You’re so fucking tight.” He shifts his arm so my ass is completely resting on it, freeing his other hand. He leans over to the pool deck, slamming a tiny button on the floor that I didn’t notice before. The movement makes his cock brush against that spot deep inside of me.
A gurgle from the pool erupts seconds before bubbles start to come up to the surface. A jet turns on, aiming right where we’re connected. Matteo sets a fast and furious pace, growling and nipping at the spot he made bleed minutes before.
His free hand unties the strings around my neck, letting the small scraps of fabric float in the water. The feel of my bare nipples brushing against his coarse chest sends a ripple down my spine.
The force from the stream of water from the jet is hitting my clit just right, not letting up, making my walls flutter and spasm around his hard throbbing cock.
It’s too much. It’s all too much. The feel of him, the smell of him, the animalistic sounds coming from him. It’s raw, just like the kiss. It’s us.
“Let go, Wren,” Matteo growls. “I can feel what the pressure of this jet and my cock is doing to you. My pretty little cunt has me in a vice grip. Fucking let go.”
Matteo picks up the pace, plowing in and out harder than he ever has before. The mix of his powerful thrusts and the water shooting against my clit sends me over the edge. My head falls back as I clamp down hard one final time, milking his cock, taking him over the edge with me. I feel everything. Every little pulse and throb and his release spills deep in me .
Neither one of us says anything for a while as we come down, both still riding the post-orgasm high.
“You good?” he asks between pants as he tries to catch his breath.
Good doesn’t even begin to describe the way I feel right now.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I slur, letting my head collapse on his shoulder.
Matteo lets out a rough, satisfied laugh. “It’s a good thing we’re in the water because I would have dropped you. I don’t think I have any come left.”
“Mmm. You continue to raise the bar every time. That cock of yours is seriously impressive,” I softly say as I start to drift off.
We stay like that for a while, me in his arms, head resting on his shoulder as he slowly softens inside me, his fingers lightly dancing up and down my spine. It isn’t until a chill caused by the nighttime air runs through me that he breaks the peaceful silence we had settled into.
“Let’s go upstairs and get cleaned up. I want to relax with you before I need to go away for a little bit.” Matteo kisses the top of my head as he pulls the head of his now-softened cock out of me.
“How long will you be gone?” I ask as my feet hit the pool floor.
“Depends on how long it takes. Maybe a week.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going hunting.”