11. Urzo
11
Urzo
I’m insane for this woman.
I can’t think until I’ve left a trail of water leading from the bathroom through the bedroom. The carpet is wet, and so is our bed, as I all but throw her on the blankets.
When I can think, the only thing happening in my head is the need to claim her. Despite already being mine, I need a reminder. I need it as much as I need another taste of her.
Eliza’s smiling, knowing damn well what she’s done by giving me her touch. Now I’m left crazed, starving for her.
As soon as she’s on the bed, I’m right with her. Spreading her thighs apart, I’m lapping at the drops of water on her skin. Finally making it to her pussy, I’m drinking in the layer of slick collecting her on folds.
“ Urzo …” Moaning my name, her hips lift and she grinds her pussy against my mouth. Her salty tang is just what I need for my cock to come back to life.
If she thought making me come would be enough to leave me satisfied, then she’s got another thing coming. The only thing to leave me sated is leaving her cunt filled with my release. Until then, she’s got more coming her way.
As she pulls at my wet strands so let up a little, I can’t . Like a starved man, I lick deeper until my tongue can’t possibly reach further in. So fucking sweet and salty.
Once I’ve got her panting, my tongue swipes along her slit, reaching her swollen bud. A little annoyed that I found release before her, I press the bud between my lips and suck hard enough to make her cry out.
So bundled up and sensitive, I can’t even get my fingers inside of her before she’s clenching up.
Cursing between gritted teeth, a whimper follows next as she arches against the bed.
I’m a bastard, pushing two fingers into her fluttering walls. The slickness makes it easy to thrust them in, feeling each squeeze in waves. Having already memorized what spots make her fold, I curl my fingers and don’t let up.
Hearing her choke on her breath, her thighs jerk with her hips, and right after one powerful orgasm thrashes through her, a second follows.
“You can’t… do that.” Panting as I lift, she shakes her head as she blinks.
Crawling up her body, I leave a trail of wet kisses. Memorizing what every dip, every curve, feels like beneath my lips, I soon find hers.
“I will always return the favor,” I tell her before my hips grind against hers. “Even if it means keeping you on this bed all day, I’ll do it.”
She’s so sensitive, twitching as I grind against her and coat her release all over my cock. Instead of shying away, she takes my words as a challenge. With shaky legs, she lifts them before wrapping them both around my hips. Doing the same with her arms, she tugs me down and tastes herself on my tongue.
“Is that a threat?”
I press my cock firmly against her clit and listen to a whine catch in the back of her throat. “A promise.”
Giving her sensitive nerves a minute to calm down, I get lost staring at her. She does the same, and her eyes search mine. Slowly, she parts those swollen lips.
“I think… I may care for you. More than when it comes to this.” Her eyes break away from mine and she stares at my chest instead. “In ways that are more emotional.”
The hesitation in her voice helps sober me up for a moment. I know what she’s trying to confess to me, but it’s the waiver in her voice, the worry that I won’t want to hear what she’s trying to tell me that makes me frown.
“Stop beating around the bush,” I demand, far too rough.
It’s not because I don’t want to hear those three words, but it’s because I do . It’s pathetic how badly I do.
She returns my frown and digs her nails into my shoulders. “I might not have heart-eyes like my sister, but I think…” Her brows knit together. “I think I might love you. Or, I’m pretty close to it.”
Breathing suddenly feels like an impossible task. “You don’t sound confident.”
Her lips press together before she sighs. “You’re not in any rush to say the same. Hard to put myself out there when you tolerate me.”
Tolerate her?
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sinking down against her, sandwiching her body between mine and the mattress, she can’t even squirm. “You have been a headache for me the moment you came into my life. Between driving me crazy, and torturing me every minute you’re near, the last thing I do is tolerate you.”
Burying my nose into the crook of her neck, I breathe in my soap clinging to her skin.
“I don’t even recognize myself anymore, thanks to you and your antics. Can’t stay away without thinking about you. When you’re near, you drive me just as crazy. Do I really need to spell out how badly I want you?” Lifting, I expect her to scowl at me.
Instead, her eyes are welling up with emotions. She’s trying not to smile. Damn it. Even now, she’s breathtaking.
It’s all the truth. Our time in the bathroom, her seeing me for what I am, and accepting it? Fuck, if I wasn’t sure I loved her before, she made me sure of it.
“So, while you might be unsure, I’m not. You’re not my wife because of a document or because of this arrangement. No, you’re my wife because you’re mine. I’m not keeping you because I have to, but because I can’t imagine going back to being the lonesome, grouchy bastard I was before you fought your way into my life.” As soon as the words are out, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I can finally breathe again.
As she nods her head, her smile grows. A smile meant all for me feels good.
“Okay, yeah. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling things here.” Shaking her head, she blows out a laugh. “I won’t make a competition out of it or anything, but I’m sure of it. I love you, Urzo.”
I’m going to need to hear her say it again to make sure my ears aren’t playing tricks on me. Hell, I’ll need her to tell me every night and every morning as well.
I’m gone for her, and I don’t even care anymore. I can’t deny these new feelings anymore; fighting it is pointless, a losing battle against the tide.
Stuffing a hand between us, I guide my cock into her wet, soft heat and slide in with a single thrust. “Again.”
She moans as her hold on my body tightens. “ I love you .”
My hips start to move, and I’m tempted to demand her to say it over and over, but her moans take over, tangling with my very own.
Burying myself deeper with each thrust, with one goal in mind, I move faster. As our bodies meet in a crashing blur, both torn from our previous orgasms, it takes no time before she’s digging her heels into the curve of my ass and demanding every drop of my release.
I’m happy to provide.
Left panting against her brow, it takes minutes before we’ve settled. Slowly pulling out, we groan in unison. Moving next to her, I’m left a wreck.
“We’re going to need another shower.” Murmuring the wise choice, she gasps when I pull her to my chest.
“No point if we’re going to make another mess,” I murmur into her hair.
Sure, I’m not going to fuck her all night long. That’s crazy, even for me. However, if I give myself an hour to soak up her warmth, I’ll be ready to go again.
“Do you think you’ll be able to keep up?” With a challenge in my voice, my mouth curves into a smile.
Eliza stares at me in surprise and goes as far as touching my mouth to see if her eyes are playing tricks on her. Finally, she slowly nods. Her smile matches mine. “Worry about yourself, old man. I’ve got energy for days.”
She’d better be prepared to back up her words with proof. I’m going to need a lot of convincing.
* * *
Streaks of daylight creep past the large glass door and pick the worst angle to aim at. Groaning in the back of my throat, I try to turn to block out the light, but the body curled up to my chest makes it impossible.
Cracking my eyes open, I stare at Eliza’s peaceful, sleeping expression. When her eyebrows aren’t knitted together, I’ve got to say, she’s not bad on the eyes.
Hell, who am I kidding? She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, be it while she’s pissed or not.
There are a few strands of dark hair caught on her eyelashes and cheek. Ever so carefully, I brush them out of the way.
Eliza Bertelli. Sounds too good to be true. This whole situation has gone from a terrible ordeal to something surreal, and I’m finding it hard to process.
Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up to me. Sure, staying up all night with her didn’t help anyone, but I can’t help myself. Now that I’ve decided not to hold myself back anymore, and to be honest with how I feel, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself any time she’s within my reach.
Even now, listening to her sighs and watching her snuggle closer, her body covered by nothing but our blanket… I want to touch her. Even if she tested my endurance and completely wore me out, today is a new day.
She groans softly under her breath when I move. After moving her arm off of my stomach, she sighs as I roll her onto her back.
Despite her eyes remaining closed, a smile slowly forms on her lips as my mouth trails down her chest toward her stomach. “That tickles, you know?”
She’s so warm beneath the blanket, but her skin immediately prickles up as I uncover her.
In the daylight, she’s even prettier.
Are we even going to be able to leave our room? Hell, we should at least eat something to regain a little energy.
Trying to persuade myself into pulling away from the meal this woman offers between her thighs, I make it even harder for myself by breathing in her arousal. She doesn’t have to put effort behind making my mouth water.
Three heavy bangs on our door make me pause, and there’s only one person I know who’d want to disturb me during a time like this.
“Fucking hell…” Scowling, I start to lift as my door is being pushed open. I don’t have to look back to know who has the balls to enter my room.
Eliza immediately covers her breasts, glaring daggers at my brother. He and I are the same, not giving a damn about personal boundaries.
I don’t even have enough time to tell him to get the fuck out. No, Santino gets straight to the point.
“Meeting in ten minutes. Whole family needs to be there.” His nose scrunches as he tears his eyes away. “So, both of you get dressed. I want to get this over with.”
Even if it’s no longer the crack of dawn, he couldn’t have waited until dinner or lunch? Fucking hell. What time even is it?
This is payback, I bet. I interrupted him with Eliza’s sister, and now he’s returning the favor.
“Get out,” I growl.
“Ten minutes,” he repeats before leaving.
Sighing beneath me, Eliza moves to crawl away. Not even turning pink for another man, she saves her blush for me. She cradles my cheek, shyly kissing me before trying to abandon me on the bed.
Despite being on a time limit, there’s no way I can be satisfied with a brush. Instead, I grab her chin and kiss her again. All it takes is the invitational swipe of my tongue to make her melt.
When we part, her eyes look cloudy. “Can we get lost on the way there?”
If we could, I’d take her out to the garden and see how she looks with her back against the grass.
“Can’t skip out,” I groan with a shake of my head. “Family meetings are important and affect everyone.”
Moving to get dressed, I offer her up one of my shirts.
“We should really go shopping.” Throwing my shirt over her shoulders, I watch the hem brush her thighs.
I enjoy seeing her in my clothes. Then again, I really liked how that dress looked on her, too.
“Later. I’ll get a car.” Agreeing with ease, I imagine running from my duties and responsibilities for one more day to spend the day watching her try on different outfits. I’ll have to get more hangers. Maybe another dresser. Hell, who knows what all I’ll need. We’ll get some fresh air, and plenty of it.
Visibly lighting up, I’m distracted by that smile of hers. Silently setting a goal to see one a day, I quickly snap out of my daze and get dressed.
While his relationship might have made Santino more forgiving, I don’t want to push his limits by being late.
Thankfully, Eliza doesn’t waste any time either. Once she’s got a pair of shorts knotted at her hips, she wraps an arm around mine and lets me guide her to the very same room she signed her marriage certificate in.
If she’s thinking the same thing I am, remembering what happened, it explains the flush on her cheeks.
Thankfully, there aren’t any cameras inside. No one knows but us, and I’m happy to keep it that way.
Camellia is settled next to Santino. She’s scooched over to his side and playing with the chains dragged across his vest piece.
My mother is next to Tommy, and if I have to guess, she’s been talking the poor bastard’s ear off. These last couple of weeks, he’s been her favorite target to chat with. Even though he’s not blood-related, he might as well be with his devotion to Santino.
If it were a few months ago, Lazaro would also be settled here, but his seat remains empty. Has been ever since he decided to leave and welcome the suburban life.
The chair next to mine was meant to be Valeria’s when she became an adult, but now, it’ll be Eliza’s. I lead her over and take a seat.
Now that everyone is here, right on time, Santino pulls his attention away from Camellia long enough to acknowledge everyone else in the room.
“If you haven’t heard already, we will be hosting a wedding in the upcoming weeks. However long it takes to throw one of these together.” He looks at our mother, already knowing that she won’t turn down the opportunity to manage this. “I’ll assume you have contacts you’ll want to get involved with.”
Her smile is instant as she nods. “I’ll have to see if Susie is still in the dress-making business. Oh, she is wonderful, Camellia. You’ll love her.”
Just as I expect her to, my mother talks about her experience with this Susie person. She boasts her up, so I already know we’ll be meeting her.
“Urzo, you’ll deal with security. I don’t want any issues, understand?” My brother doesn’t hesitate with his seriousness, but he does save me a whole speech about my recent distractions.
Nodding my head with his orders, I force my lips not to curve. It’s almost funny. Before Eliza came storming into my life, I would’ve taken this job way too seriously and completely absorbed myself with making sure I did as I was told.
“I’ll make sure the wedding goes on without a hitch.”
He nods and his gaze softens on Camellia. “We have a little planning ourselves, but I’m hoping to have this wedding before autumn rolls around. As long as everyone does as they’re told, we won’t have any issues. Now, onto the next pressing matter–”
“Rocco.” Eliza sighs and shakes her head. “I take it you agree with Camellia on the matter?”
He nods. “I’ll be inviting him. She wants him there, I won’t stand in her way.”
As her face pinches, she bites her tongue. If I have to guess, it’s purely for her sister’s sake.
I don’t know the whole picture and what they went through, but both sisters have opposite feelings for their brother. If Eliza dislikes him, then I’m on board. Fuck the guy.
“Other than that, we finally don’t have any headaches happening in the background. So, the wedding needs to be in full focus. Understand?”
We all nod, getting his point. When the boss wants something, that’s all there is to it. In this case, he wants a wife.
Looking like he’s ready to call this meeting over, I clear my throat.
“Before we dismiss this–” I catch Santino’s attention, “–I’ve got something else to ask.”
He motions for me to continue.
Looking over at Eliza, I can see the confusion written on her face. “In between now and the wedding, I want to take a vacation with Eliza. A honeymoon for our marriage.”
She doesn’t care about the lack of a wedding, and neither do I. However, I’d love to have her for a week or two without any chance of someone walking in on us again.
Her brows lift, and her eyes look like caramel as they melt. Her smile feels really fucking good. Glad to see she’s on board.
“Where would you want to go?” Santino’s not shutting down the idea, willing to hear me out. I have to say, that’s a big change for him. He’s not being self-absorbed, all worried about losing someone for a handful of days.
“Wherever she wants,” I answer with a shrug.
Bia collects her hands together, sighing. “Hawaii is quite the trip. Beautiful beaches and surrounding islands…”
“Maybe we should take her with us,” Eliza whispers with her curve softening. “She’d ditch us and give us all the space we need. She can plan a wedding on a beach, can’t she?”
She’s right. As much of a handful as my mother can be, she wouldn’t be a problem at all. If we pick somewhere far away enough, I doubt Santino would say no. No dangers out on a beach but the risk of sunburn.
“We’ll see.” Reaching beneath the table, I give her leg a squeeze. We’ll get her a fitting wardrobe and slip away for a while. We can enjoy ourselves, and then try to convince ourselves to return.
I can already see all of it playing out.
“Figure out the small details and get back to me about it.” Santino nods, and I thank him. With one issue taken care of, he turns his attention to Tommy. “You’ll deliver an invitation directly to Rocco Parada. Don’t cause trouble unless it finds you first.”
“But don’t hurt him, please,” Camellia adds on. “Tell him we come in peace.”
Peace with the other family sounds all but impossible. However, if the young woman has hope that he won’t try to shoot Tommy on sight, then maybe there is a chance for it.
Even if Rocco hates us, he technically has two in-laws waiting for him. Sure, we all won’t be the best of friends, but we’ll have to be close enough to it.
Tommy groans at the order, shaking his head. “Why does it feel like I’ve become the errand boy?” He sighs and nods. “I’ll try not to shoot anyone.”
As her sister’s shoulders relax, Eliza’s stiffen up. “This is not a good idea. You’re inviting trouble by letting him in.”
Camellia nods her head. She’s far too forgiving, in my opinion, but that’s her business.
All I know is that if her brother thinks he can take Eliza back, I’ll be the one to put a bullet between his eyes. So, if he wants to come in peace, whatever. Any ulterior motives, I’ll handle it myself.
“We’ll take the precautions needed, so don’t worry.” Santino pulls out his phone. “We’ll also be inviting important figures. He’ll know better than to cause issues. Anything he does can influence his business as well.”
Those two aren’t worried about it, neither will we.
If Eliza needs a distraction in the meantime, then I’m happy to volunteer. I squeeze her thigh once more and she sinks into her seat.
“Honeymoon,” I promise her softly, “then we’ll deal with your shitty brother.”
As her mouth twitches, she soon nods, giving in. “Honeymoon. Yeah. Beaches.”
“Okay.” Santino brings his hands together and moves to stand. “Let’s get this wedding planning going. I wanted this woman to be my wife yesterday.”
With this meeting finally dismissed, I’m more than happy to steal my wife back.
Rather than finishing what we started in the bedroom, I take her hand and lead her toward the front.
“I’m going to look so silly wearing this,” she mutters as she looks down at my clothes.
“If anyone has anything to say, I’ll take care of it.” If I have to knock someone on their ass, then so be it.
She tilts her head back and laughs, and I swear the noise is like music to my ears.
I love this woman. No doubt about it. She’s got me wrapped around her finger, and I don’t even care if she burns a hole through my wallet, if it means pleasing her.
Even better, I don’t feel like a weak bastard for it. No, I feel like a good husband. Even if I don’t have to go and prove myself, I’m going to make sure to show her just how well I can take care of her from this day forward.