8. Thinking of You 🍆👅 #2
She took a lounger on the other side of an already sleeping Leo and dived right into the motorcycle world.
Instantly, the one difference she noticed between historical and contemporary romance books was that they certainly didn’t waste any time.
In her historical books, it took practically the whole book until the couple did the deed, but in this book, she didn’t even make it past the first chapter.
Going from a sweet romance to this was like being thrown into a proverbial sex dungeon.
The main character called herself Sex Piston, and her group of biker bitches each had a nickname just as worthy.
The men of the club, however, were much like men in the real world, except they actually voiced they were horny twenty-four seven.
But for some reason, it was strangely endearing when it came out of a hot six-foot-one biker who wanted to fuck you in nothing but his cut.
Nadia couldn’t believe how easy it was for men these days. All they needed to do was read one of these bad boys, and they would have a woman all figured out. If only they knew the secret to all women was held within the pages of a romance book … divorce rates would plummet.
But just as she had that thought, Dante came over to the remaining lounger.
Nadia thought that keeping her eyes from reading Dante’s text messages was hard, but it was impossible to keep her eyes on the cream pages in front of her.
Watching his fingers slowly travel down the front of his shirt had her belly somersaulting in anticipation. Fucking hell. The man gave the hero in the book she was reading a run for his money, and his nickname was Stud.
Dante was a certified D-A-D-D-Y, and she was sure, if he were in this book, Sex Piston would be screaming it.
His olive complexion graced every inch of him, and there wasn’t a single tan line to be seen.
Honestly, Nadia didn’t know where to look.
The man had fucking abs, for Christ’s sake, and in his forties!
Between the abs, the salt-and-pepper hair, and the swim trunks, she didn’t know if she was melting because of the sun or him at this point.
Even his chest hair had her reeling. Oh God, but the shorts …
had her going back for another peek from behind her book.
They were a gray pair that hugged his tone body to perfection.
They not only highlighted his abdominal muscles, but the muscles in his thighs that were on display due to his shorts being on the fitted side rather than the loose ones that men had worn when she had been growing up.
Stop it! She had to snap herself out of it. She blamed the damn book, even though she had been stuck reading the same sentence over and over again for the last five minutes.
At least her stance on one thing had changed—she was certain Dante Caruso didn’t need to pick up a romance novel to know what a woman wanted …
“Drinks?” Max was overheard behind them before he appeared, holding a tray of extremely large, garnished beverages.
“What is it?” Nadia asked as she stared at them quizzically.
Amo took his drink that was being held out to him. “Who cares?”
“Rum runners.” Max smiled now, handing one to a groggy Leo. “But don’t worry; I made theirs virgin.”
The huff from the bodyguard at the end was not missed.
“Yours, however, are not,” the bartender said, holding one out to her.
“Oh, no, thank you. I’ll pass.” It was a bit too early in the morning for her. She much preferred her glass of wine for dinner.
“What a waste,” Amo grumbled, not so much under his breath.
“You know what …” Nadia shot an evil glare down to him. “I will have one.”
Taking the huge glass, she took a big, spiteful sip from the straw and, as much as she wanted to rub it in his big face, she was actually taken aback by how good the frozen drink was. “That’s delicious, Max.”
“Thank you.” He beamed, giving the last one to his boss.
Taking another sip from her drink, she sat back and dived back into her book.
It was hard for her eyes to leave the pages, only doing so when Dante flipped himself in the lounger to tan a different side of his body.
Having all her attention on one male in the real world was enough, so it really made her focus on the heroine called Sex Piston.
She was everything Nadia wasn’t, and the more she read about the biker bitch, the more she fell in love with her.
She envied Sex Piston’s confidence more than anything.
Sex Piston wouldn’t have screamed after finding those clothes Nadia had been left with.
Hell, those clothes were probably from a woman named Sex Piston.
But even though she showed off her body, she still demanded the same respect that would be given to a nun …
unless she was in the bedroom, then she definitely didn’t want to be treated like a nun.
Nadia was right there with her, however, because she definitely wouldn’t want Dante to treat her like a nun.
Before she knew it, she was another chapter in when the straw that hadn’t left her mouth had struggled to come up with more liquid while it made a gurgling sound.
As she set her empty glass down, her eyes caught Leo’s sleeping face, and she could see his cheek turning a shade of pink.
Nadia quickly put her book down and went on a hunt for a bottle she had seen lying around somewhere. Finding it under the TV, she went back out to the boys.
“Wake up,” she demanded the two, and when their sunglasses had raised with them waking, she tossed the bottle at the big one. “You need to put on some sunscreen.”
“We’re Italian.” Amo shrugged, putting his shades back on. “We tan. We don’t burn.”
That logic almost hurt her brain. “Where the hell did you hear that?” she asked, dumbfounded. “The sun doesn’t care what you are; it will still burn you and give you skin cancer if you stay out long enough. Now, put it on. ”
“Damn.” Amo picked up the bottle. “All right, then.”
Her delivery might’ve been a little harsh after that rum runner, but at least she was getting them to do it.
Taking back her seat, she didn’t pay them any attention as they started slathering themselves.
“Can you do my back?”
Nadia drifted her eyes over. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” Amo said, like there wasn’t anyone else around who was perfectly capable of doing it.
Dante could be heard stirring for the first time in a long time.
Her eyes merely went back to her page as she flipped to the next one. “No, Leo can.”
“Hell no,” Amo told her. “He ain’t rubbing shit on my back.”
Rolling her eyes heavenward, she put her book back down. The downfall of big dudes was they had to look hard at all times. “You know, real friends rub SPF onto each other’s backs.”
“No, I just don’t trust him to miss my whole left side.”
Nadia’s mouth practically dropped at Amo’s “one eye” joke, not knowing how to react in the silence until Leo did.
“Fair enough.” Leo laughed. “I don’t even trust you, and you have two.”
Nadia felt comfortable enough to chuckle now as she took the bottle and squeezed out some of the contents. “Turn.”
Another sound came from Dante’s direction.
Dante turned in his lounger, the death glare in his icy eyes hidden behind his dark glasses.
However, he was sure his soldier still could not only see it but felt his warning glare.
He had two best friends, and Amo was one of his best friend’s son.
But not even his father, Enzo, could protect Amo from the wrath he felt raging in his bones.
Dante wanted to do more than slap the back of his big-ass head right now while he watched Nadia begin to rub the liquid onto his back.
Never once had he been jealous of one of his soldiers …
but there was certainly a first for everything.
He hoped Amo was enjoying himself, because that was going to be the first and last time he was going to get Nadia’s hands on him.
“Ah … that’s the spot—”
Whack!
“Make it weird, and you’ll be left with Dante rubbing lotion onto your back all weekend,” she reprimanded the six-foot-something soldier after doing exactly what Dante had wanted to do by smacking the back of his big-ass head. He only had one criticism …
Hit harder next time.
Amo was still rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry, I won’t do it again.”
Clearly satisfied that he had gotten the message, Nadia went back to finishing up his back.
Dante, however, wasn’t satisfied. At least not until her attention went to Leo. He carefully watched her look Leo over, and when she rubbed in a still white spot on his cheek that he had missed, he saw her frustration with herself.
“I should have had you two putting on SPF earlier. I’m so stupid.
” Nadia wasn’t happy that Leo’s cheeks had turned the slightest color of pink, placing the blame of them getting burnt onto herself, even though Leo was not only old enough to know to put it on himself, but also Dante, Leo’s father, was sitting right there.
When Leo grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off finally, he let the woman cover his back, and that was when Dante saw it.
Nadia had taken the same care in covering both of them, like a mother would have. Her touch on Amo was no different than Leo’s, and suddenly, his jealousy turned into a feeling that again tugged at his heart.
It had been a long time since he had seen anyone mothering his son. His daughter, Maria, would do a motherly act every now and then, but this was obviously different to him. And with every kind act toward Leo, it made him see Nadia differently each time.
It was only the guilt that crept into his soul that reminded him to stay away from her.
Men like Dante didn’t deserve happiness. Not when he had buried his wife six feet below.
Satisfied the boys wouldn’t burn, Nadia took her spot back on the lounger with the bottle in hand.
“I’m going to go for a swim to cool off,” Amo announced, which had Leo following.
“I’ll come, too.”