Chapter 22
Matteo
My phone rings from somewhere far away, but I ignore it, not wanting to move from this bed. I couldn’t even tell you how many times I fucked Dani—in the kitchen, on the couch, in the shower … in my bed …
After the last time, I rolled over, too fucking beat to clean up, and pulled her into my arms. I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—sex, sweat, and body wash—and passed the hell out.
I’ve never been more attracted to a woman in my life.
Maybe it’s because I’ve let her in, and with her, it’s more than just a physical attraction, but I can’t get enough of her.
Even as I lie here, watching her sleep, all I want is to stay right here in this bed with her, buried inside her perfect pussy for days.
The phone rings again, and she shifts, her leg rubbing against my cock. At some point, we rolled over, and she ended up lying half on me with her head situated on my chest, her luscious tits smashed against my side, and her leg thrown over my hip.
When it rings for a third time, I carefully maneuver myself off the bed and go in search of my phone. We fell asleep naked, so I grab a pair of sweats and throw them on and then answer Lorenzo’s call.
“About time,” he says.
I glance at the time, shocked that we slept in so late.
“I have good news. Kevin got my charges dropped, and I’m a free man. We’re on our way to your place now. We’ll be there in ten minutes. Can you let Dani know? I texted her, but she hasn’t responded.”
As if she heard her name being mentioned, Dani steps out of the room. With only a sheet covering her naked body, her hair up in a messy bun, and her face free of makeup, she looks fucking gorgeous.
She smiles softly … nervously. And then Lorenzo speaks again, and it hits me …
I fucked my best friend’s little sister.
“Matteo, you there?” Lorenzo asks, concern etched in his voice.
“Yeah,” I choke out and then clear my throat. “I’m here. You’re out,” I say, my eyes locking on Dani. “That’s awesome, Russo. We’ll be here.”
We hang up, and Dani opens her mouth to speak, but before she can get a word out, I say, “Your brother’s out. Get dressed.”
I push past her and slam my bedroom door, locking it behind me, knowing if I don’t, I’ll do something stupid, like rip the sheet off her and fuck her again, despite her brother being on his way.
I quickly jump in the shower, trying not to remember the way I took Dani against the shower wall only mere hours ago, and then get dressed.
I’m just opening my bedroom door when the alarm chimes to let me know the front door is opening, and then Lorenzo is walking in. I meet him at the bottom of the stairs and give him a hug, so damn thankful that he made it out alive.
“Where’s Kevin?” I ask.
“He said he had more paperwork to do, but since your ass wouldn’t answer my call this morning, he dropped me off. By the way”—he grins—“happy birthday!”
“Thanks.”
He glances over my shoulder, his eyes narrowing at me. “Your kitchen is a mess. What happened?”
“That would be me,” Dani says, appearing at the top of the stairs. “My attempt at making the birthday boy a cake.” She smirks and shrugs and then flies down the stairs and straight into her brother’s arms. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” She snivels. “I’m so sorry. I—”
“Hey, none of that,” he says before I can. “The important thing is that we’re all okay, and once Matteo finds Enrique—and he will—he’ll be out of our lives for good.”
Dani nods and hugs her brother again before she steps back, bumping straight into me. The smell of my shampoo and body wash hit me hard, and I step away from her, needing space.
“Sorry,” she mutters.
“Thank you again for taking care of my sister,” Lorenzo says. “I owe you, man.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” I tell him, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be thanking me if he knew all the positions I fucked his sister in last night … and early this morning.
“As much as I’d like to stay and chat, I need to get to the office to start damage control. Margie is working on it, but we need to make sure Enrique didn’t fuck anything up. You ready to go?” he says to Dani.
Without thinking, I step slightly in front of her, making Lorenzo’s brows rise in confusion.
“She can’t go to the office,” I say. “With Enrique still out there, it’s not safe.”
“I know,” he says. “I’m going to bring her to my place first and get her set up in the guest room.” He glances at her. “Do you have a lot of—”
“Actually,” I cut in, “I think she should stay with me.”
I feel Dani’s gaze on me, but I ignore it. I have no idea what’s come over me, but I can’t stop myself. Lorenzo’s home. It’s time for her to go. It’s for the best.
Yet …
“She’s safest here,” I say dumbly.
Lorenzo’s brows pinch together, and I swear he knows I fucked his sister. How could he not? I can smell the guilt all over me.
“I appreciate that,” he says, “but my place is plenty safe. Besides, she’s been here for a month now. I imagine it’s fucked up your game, and I’m sure you want to get back to your life.”
In my peripheral vision, I see Dani tense up, and I should let her think that’s exactly what I want. It would be the perfect way to push her away, yet I don’t because, apparently, I’ve lost my damn mind.
“She’s not messing anything up,” I insist. “I promised to keep her safe, and I can’t do that if she’s at your place. Besides, like you said, you have damage control to do, so you won’t be there to protect her. Do you really want to chance Enrique getting to her at your place?”
Lorenzo nods slowly and then says, “Is there something going on between you two?”
And since I’ve never lied to my best friend, I swallow thickly, mentally preparing to tell him the fucking truth, when Dani answers him first.
“I’m fine, Lorenzo,” she says. “Matteo is keeping me safe, and I know you’ll be busy at the office. I promise I’m okay here.”
Lorenzo sighs. “Okay, but anytime you want to stay with me, you have a room waiting for you.” He smirks playfully. “When the revolving door of women gets to be too much.”
“Actually,” she says, “I haven’t seen or heard a single woman in here since I arrived.”
Lorenzo’s brows kiss his forehead. “Wow, okay. I guess you’ve been utilizing their place, huh? Or the hotel? That’s nice of you, man. I appreciate you not exposing my sister to that shit.”
I want to correct him and tell him that I haven’t fucked a single woman since his sister came into my life, but I don’t because he’s already suspicious, and that will definitely send up red flags.
“All right,” he says, “I’m going to go.” He gives his sister a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here, Dani. Let’s do brunch this weekend.” Then, he turns his attention to me. “What are you doing tonight for your birthday? We should go out.”
“Can’t,” I tell him. “I’m doing dinner at my brother’s.”
“And afterward?” he presses.
“No plans.”
“Good.” He grins. “Have dinner with your family. Then, we’ll go out, and I can buy you a round for your birthday.” He pulls me into a hug. “It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”
Once he’s gone, Dani turns and looks at me, a smirk splayed on her face.
“What?”
“Why can’t you just admit you want me here?” she says, sauntering over to me. “Lorenzo’s condo is as safe as yours, and the guard who’s standing outside the door could’ve easily gone to his place with me. Yet you insisted I stay here.” She sasses. “Admit it, Matteo. You. Want. Me. Here.”
“I do want you here,” I admit. “To keep you safe.”
And then, before she can argue, I run out the door like the little bitch I am.
Because we both know she’s right.
I want her in my home. And it has nothing to do with keeping her safe.
“To Matteo.” Lorenzo hands me a shot and takes one for himself. “The best friend a guy could ask for.”
We clink our glasses and then down our shots.
We’re at Kings Point—a nightclub Dominick and I own downtown—celebrating my birthday. A few of our friends stopped by, but found women to go home with, leaving Lorenzo and me in the VIP lounge, drinking and bullshitting.
“Fuck,” Lorenzo hisses. “I forgot how strong tequila is.”
“You’ve always been a lightweight,” I say with a laugh.
“True,” he agrees. “So, did you have a good birthday?” he asks, setting the shot glass on the table and grabbing a fresh beer.
“Of course.” I shrug, taking a sip of my beer. “Martha made my favorite—beef stroganoff.”
“Did my sister go?”
“Yeah. She made the cake.” I pause, remembering the soft smile on her face when she brought the chocolate cake with chocolate frosting out with the candles lit.
I’d thought the cake was done for after we left everything out when we got lost in each other, but apparently, while I was avoiding her today, she still made it—and it was fucking delicious, just like her.
Afterward, I told everyone I had plans to go out with Lorenzo.
I could see the disappointment in Dani’s eyes when I told her not to wait up and had George, one of the men who works for me, bring her home.
I knew if I took her home myself, it would lead to spending the rest of my birthday buried deep in her pussy—and that can’t happen again.
“You sure you’re okay with her staying with you?” Lorenzo asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah …” I grab another shot and down it. “She’s where she belongs.”
I flinch the moment the words are out of my mouth—I blame the alcohol flowing through my veins—and Lorenzo eyes me curiously, but thankfully doesn’t call me out on it.
“Okay,” he says, throwing back his shot. “Let’s go find us some pussy, birthday boy.”
“You sure you’re up for that?” I ask, knowing there’s no way he’s already over Hillary.
Lorenzo isn’t the type to have meaningless sex. That’s usually my MO.
“What’s the saying? To get over someone, you need to get under someone else?”
I snort out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure that’s meant for women.”
“Fuck that,” he says. “I don’t mind being under a beautiful woman. She can ride me until I can’t remember my ex-fiancée’s fucking name.”
“Yeah, okay. When’s the last time you hooked up with a woman you weren’t in a committed relationship with?”
“There’s always a first time for everything.”
He nods, and I follow his line of vision over to a couple of pretty women standing by the bar, watching us with interest. The blonde is clearly eye-fucking Lorenzo while the redhead is staring straight at me.
“What do you say?” he asks. “We can take them back to my place.”
Before I can answer him, my phone goes off with a text.
Little Russo: I’m going to bed. I hope you had a good birthday. Good night.
I glance up at the women, who are waiting for us to make a move, and without thought, I shake my head.
“You go,” I tell him. “I need to get some sleep. I’m training for my upcoming fight.”
Lorenzo looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Since when do you turn away pussy?” He scoffs.
Since I’ve been buried deep inside your sister’s, I think, but don’t voice out loud.
“I guess since now.” I shrug. “I appreciate the drinks, but I think I’m going to head home … check on your sister.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yeah, do your thing, man.” I give him a quick hug. “You got this. Hell, the way those women are salivating over there, you’ll be forgetting who that gold-digging bitch is in no time.”
He glances back at them and then shakes his head. “Nah, I think I’ll just go home.”
“You sure?” I ask, turning his question back on him.
“Yeah,” he says, a frown marring his features. “I should … I should fuck them both until that lying bitch is out of my head. But I can’t … not yet.”
I nod in understanding, wishing I could fuck Dani out of my head, but knowing full well that it’s never going to happen. The woman has crawled under my skin, and there’s no getting her out.
I’m so fucked.