Mindy – Epilogue
Three months later…
“Okay, doll, I’ve got to cut this short today,” Tammy said, sitting out on the veranda at the villa in Positano. She looked positively radiant, most likely due to Jimmy’s miraculous recovery. He’d been on the Zoom call earlier with Jackson, discussing talent for Dirty Coyote, and he never looked or sounded better. Whatever malady he’d been suffering from while in Sweet Whiskey, had long since disappeared. According to Tammy, the sea air had cured him, and seeing his smiling face earlier on the call had convinced me. Amazing what a little Italian coastal sunshine could do. She’d said he’d started to feel better within a week of their arrival, and now, he’d turned back into her old, loveable Jimmy again. “Sorry, but Jimmy and I are headed out to meet a with group of entrepreneurs from Tuscany. It’s our first meetup with them, and we don’t want to be late.”
“How did you not tell me about this before? It sounds fabulous,” I told her, wanting to know the details.
“We didn’t know if we would get any response when we put the word out, but apparently, we’ve got at least six people showing up tonight. We had to turn some folks away because the restaurant, which is right on the beach with a stunning view of the sea, is too small to accommodate any more people at one table. They’re booked with reservations, so eight people was a stretch for them. We even hired an interpreter for the event. A sweet young woman who married an Italian man from the next town over. She grew up in Little Italy in San Francisco. Italian’s her first language. That’s all her parents spoke in the house. You’d love her. I keep sayin’ you and Dion and the guys need to come out, even if it’s only for a week. This place is magical, babe.”
“And I keep telling you, we will when the time is right. Might be too much going on with the dance hall, and the guys are busy as well. They’re in the studio recording right now.”
“Doll, if you don’t force it in the next couple of weeks, it’ll never happen. Take my word. Jimmy had to get sick before he’d listen to reason.”
I’d been asking Dion and the guys for weeks about a short trip to Italy, but they kept pushing it off. I knew she was right but getting them to commit to anything right now when they were finishing their album, seemed impossible. Still, gazing at Tammy’s happy face with the backdrop of that deep-blue sea behind her, made me want to just buy a ticket and go alone. I’d been working nonstop ever since I moved from Cheyanne, and a break, especially one to Positano, would do me good.
“I know. I know. I should just up and come out without them.”
Her face lit up. “Now, that’s the best thing you’ve said to me in a while, doll. There’s plenty of room for you here, hon. You’re always welcome. Plus, if everything goes well tonight, Jimmy and I will be taking a little side trip to Tuscany very soon. We hope to stay for a couple of weeks, to get to know the place. You and the boys could have the entire villa to yourselves. If that doesn’t spur you on, doll, I don’t know what will… Okay, I gotta run. Love you, babe.”
And with that bit of advice, she was gone, leaving me to wonder if I should just do it… just buy a fucking ticket and fly out. Either they would follow, or they wouldn’t, but no matter what happened, I’d get to chill in Positano.
Living with three men, three loving, highly driven, stubborn men had been both incredible and difficult at the same time. The sex was over-the-top great, abso-fucking-lutely no problems there. They’d sent me to the moon and back every single time. It was the day-to-day stuff that sometimes got intense.
Thank goodness for the lunches over in Cricket with the other women in polyamorous relationships. Those meetups had saved me on many occasions.
Still, I needed a break.
I slid my chair back from my desk, stood, and marched out to their studio… Okay, I didn’t exactly march, but I headed straight into the lion’s den with my sword drawn, just in case they wanted to battle.
I opened the door, walked inside, and found all three of them in a huddle, gazing over words on paper. I figured this was a good time to tell them what I intended to do.
“I’m going to Positano for two weeks for a much-needed vacation. Staying with Tammy and Jimmy in Sally’s villa. Tammy and Jimmy are planning for a trip to Tuscany in the coming weeks, if they go, the villa will be empty for most of my time there. I intend to go alone but would love it if one or all three of you would join me.”
They stared at me, like I’d stunned them, and they didn’t know how to react… which they didn’t. Not one of them said a word. Like I’d just told them green aliens were at our front door, and they wanted to come in for a chat.
“We can’t talk about this now,” Dion finally said, interrupting the dazed silence.
“Yeah. Let’s see if it’s even doable over dinner tonight,” Arlo added, trying to be reasonable, but I wasn’t in the mood for reasonable. I’d passed that stage weeks ago. I was exhausted. Between keeping up with them and trying my best to run the dance hall, along with running this house, which had seemed to fall on my shoulders for some reason, I desperately needed a reset.
“Babe, we have a lot going on,” Jackson said, as if this information was news to anyone. “We’re in the middle of something.”
I was so not in the mood for their pushback.
“You’ve been in the middle of something for most of the time I’ve lived here, which is fine, but I’m done waiting for one or all of you to get to the end of that something. I came in here to inform you of my plans. Like I said, you can either join me or not. Either way, I’m giving notice that I’m leaving in exactly two days. That should give y’all and everyone at Dirty Coyote enough time to adjust. And if it’s not enough time, there’s always Zoom, but I’m outta here!”
And I turned on my bunny slippers and walked out, closing the door behind me.
THE PLANE TOUCHED down in Naples three days later. It was a bittersweet landing. On the one hand, I was thrilled to be in Italy, but on the other, my guys hadn’t joined me. After much back and forth, some tears—on my part—along with a final argument, I’d left all by myself twenty-some hours ago, and it would still take me a few more hours to get to my destination on the Amalfi Coast. I’d known it would be a long journey, but I hadn’t expected it to seem even longer on my own. Everything had been more complicated and daunting without my guys next to me. I didn’t know if I’d alienated them forever, or if this was merely a speedbump on our road together. Either way, I had spent most of the last twenty hours second guessing my decision to go it alone.
The good thing in all of this traveling hassle, was my woman driver who greeted me with a smile and a lovely sign announcing my name. It made me feel special, at least for the moment. She wore a black pants suit, with a bright-red shirt, and white sneakers. Her dark hair dusted her shoulders, and her lovely warm face beamed with a welcoming grin.
I loved her the instant I laid eyes on her.
“The car is not too far,” she said with a lovely Italian accent, as she grabbed my largest bag and took off, leaving me to follow her with the rest of my luggage, which consisted of a small carry-on and my large black tote. “I am Paulina, your driver. It will take us approximately one hour and thirty minutes to arrive at our destination. If you would like to stop anywhere, please do not be scared to ask me.”
“I’d like to stop to pick up a couple bottles of good wine, a loaf of fresh bread, some fruit and cheese. I’m starving!”
I knew the villa would be empty. I had no idea if it would be stocked with food or wine. Tammy and Jimmy had gone to Tuscany yesterday with the Italian entrepreneurs. They didn’t know how long they’d be gone, but promised to contact me before they returned.
Even more of a reason I wished my guys were with me.
“This is not a problem,” she said as we walked outside in the sunshine, heading for the parking lot right in front of us.
We loaded up and took off into a tangle of traffic that defied anything I’d ever seen before. Granted, I hadn’t traveled much. Never been to a big city in the States and had never traveled to Europe. Still, I knew this was way out of the ordinary. She handled all our near misses with style and an expertise I knew I’d never possess, not for this kind of traffic.
The city seemed overcrowded and way too messy for my tastes, until she turned a corner and suddenly, my vision of Italy took form. A lovely bustling street where women walked arm-in-arm, laughing, and where the men were incredibly good looking… even the older guys. Kids played on the sidewalks while mom’s and dad’s kept a close eye.
Soon, Paulina double parked. “Madam, the wine store is over there,” she said, pointing. “And the bakery is next door. I will park where I can. Please text me when you are ready to be picked up.”
“But I know very little Italian,” I told her. “How will I be able to get what I want?”
“Do not worry. This is Napoli… many people speak English.”
I slipped out of the car and headed for the wine shop first. I’d converted five hundred dollars into Euros before I left, just in case.
The shop carried everything I needed, including red wine that poured out of a spicket on the wall. This was a bring-your-own-bottle type of thing, which I wasn’t prepared for, but I soon learned that for an extra nominal fee, I could buy one of their provided, repurposed glass water bottles. Once I figured that out, I bought two bottles of red and two of the white. They provided a secure metal bottle cap from a nifty machine. Within the next few minutes, not only did I have enough wine to get me through, but a fresh loaf of wonderful-smelling crusty bread from the bakery next door, a couple different types of cheese, sliced dried meats, and a basket of fresh strawberries. And I bought everything for less than thirty euros.
I was falling in love with this place.
I quickly texted Paulina, and by the time I walked back outside, all happy with my purchases, she waited with an open door, eager to take my bags. We were back on the road in no time, heading for the villa overlooking the sea.
Driving in Naples, then up the side of hills to get to our destination, could be unnerving if I allowed my thoughts to go there, which I refused to do. Yes, the traffic in Naples was the worst I’d ever seen, and yes, the steep drop-offs down the mountainside on our climb up to Positano were only a few feet away with flimsy railings that wouldn’t hold back a bike, much less a car, but I convinced myself that Paulina was an expert driver. Besides, the view of the sea and Positano nestled up the side of the mountain, stunned my senses and made me emotional. It was that magnificent.
I knew she would get us there in one piece… which she eventually did.
Once we parked, she carried my heaviest bag up the ninety steps to the villa, while I trailed behind, trying to keep up. My thighs burned and my heavy breathing told me dancing wasn’t enough to keep me in shape. I wondered how Tammy and Jimmy managed these stairs every day.
“You will love it here,” she said once we stood in the small courtyard in front of a red door to the villa.
“I love it… already,” I told her, trying to catch my breath as I gave her a quick hug. “Thank you so much.”
“You will get used to the stairs. Do not worry.” She pulled out a card from her pocket. “If you need my services while you are here, please call me. I would be delighted to drive you anywhere you want to go.”
I took the card and thanked her again. My breathing had finally returned to almost normal, but damn.
Once she started back down the steps, I reached for the key that was supposed to be hidden under the ceramic flowerpot on my right, but it wasn’t there. A pang of panic ripped through my stomach until I noticed another flowerpot overflowing with all sorts of colorful blooming flowers to my left, and I looked under there.
Nothing.
I pulled out my phone and glanced at my notes that Tammy had given me about the location of the house key. I’d been right the first time. She’d told me that the key would be under the flowerpot to my right when facing the door.
This time, I squatted down to take a closer look, and when I did, the front door swung open, which scared the hell out of me. I fell back on my ass, with my feet going out from under me as I let out a little yelp.
“Are you okay?” Dino asked as he bent over to offer me his hand.
I sat there for a moment, my thoughts swirling in my head as to how this could be happening. How he could he possibly be here in Positano when I left him at home in Sweet Whiskey.
A moment later, Arlo popped up next to him. “What the hell? Are you all right? Did you fall?”
Again, I felt dumbstruck. As if my mind couldn’t catch up to the reality in front of me.
“Who fell?” I heard Jackson say from somewhere behind them.
“Mindy,” both Dino and Arlo said at once.
“What the fuck,” Jackson said as he barged through both guys, bent down, and scooped me up into his arms in what seemed like a singular movement. He turned back towards the door. “Out of my way.”
And the next thing I knew, he walked me inside, while I rested my head on his strong shoulder, and put me down on what had to be the most comfortable sofa in the world.
“Are you okay, baby girl? Anything hurting? Should I call an ambulance?” he asked, looking like he might need that ambulance himself. His face had lost all its color.
“Kiss me,” I ordered. “Just fucking kiss me and I’ll know this is real. That you’re really here with me. That I’m here with you.”
His lips crushed mine.
Most definitely the real Jackson, I thought. I’d know those lips anywhere.
When we pulled apart, I sat up and said, “You fuckers! Did you have this planned all along?”
“You sound angry,” Dino said, grinning, but I wasn’t in the mood for grins.
“Damn straight I’m angry. I’m good and angry. This whole time, I thought you…”
And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control the tears that came gushing out. I didn’t know if it was knowing they truly cared, the long, grueling trip I’d just made on my own, or from the panic when I thought I was locked out of the villa. Wherever it came from, I couldn’t stop the train of emotions that consumed me.
“Hey, hey,” Arlo whispered as he dropped down beside me on the sofa, running his hand over my back. “There’s no time for tears. We’re all here. Nothing was planned. As soon as you left, we knew we’d made a huge mistake. We hopped on the first flight we could find. We thought you’d already be here, and when you weren’t, we panicked and thought that maybe you didn’t get on your flight.”
Dino sat on the other side of me. “We’re all here, now. Let’s forget about the past couple of days and how stupid we were. You were right, and we were one-hundred percent wrong. This vacation is exactly what we needed. You’re going to love this place. Now, slip off those shoes, get into something more comfortable, and let’s all sit on the patio with some wine to watch the sun drop into the sea.”
That sounded delightful to me, but what I truly wanted was a shower first, and perhaps a little loving from the “boys.”
“Can we hold off on that vision for a bit?” I stood and took a few steps away from them. Then I turned back around, noticing the fabulous painted tiles on the floor, the lovely modern furniture, and the open back doors that showed off a clear, blue sky. The place was truly spectacular. “I assume there’s a shower somewhere in this magnificent villa, so that’s where I’ll be for the next twenty minutes. If any of you boys would like to join me, that might start this vacation off with a bang.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Dino was the first to offer his support. “Let me show you the way.”
“I’ll bring in your things,” Arlo said.
“I’ll get more towels,” Jackson announced, while Dino guided me through the dining room, then down a short hallway with several doors. He opened one of them, and I immediately knew this was my room.
The comforter on the bed was a soft-pink swirly design, the walls were even a softer pink, and the loveseat was pure white. The two windows on either side of the arched wooden door that led out to the patio were draped with patterned sheers that pooled on the floor. There were even deep-red roses on both the nightstand and the small, round table in the corner, tucked near the window.
“So, this is what heaven looks like,” I said more to myself than to Dino.
“You haven’t seen the view yet.” And as soon as he opened that door, not only did the view of the sea and the beach take my breath away, but the patio had so many lovely flowers growing from an assortment of colored clay pots, that my eyes watered from the beauty of it all.
I walked right over to my man and kissed him with so much passion, I thought for sure we’d explode from the heat. Instead, we tore at each other’s clothes, trying our best to get them off as fast as possible.
My plan to have sex in the shower, under the warm water, didn’t happen with Dion. Instead, we had hot sex up against the soft-pink wall, about three feet from the bathroom door. I had one leg wrapped around his waist, while my other leg barely touched the floor. I was so wet for him. He slipped his hard cock inside me before I could catch my breath.
“Welcome to Italy,” he said, grinning down at me while he drilled me hard and fast. I loved that grin now, and watched it stretch wider with each of his thrusts.
“Umm, are you part of the welcoming committee?” I wanted to know.
“Yeah, there’s three of us.”
“And do you all have big, hard dicks?”
“That’s for you to decide.” He chuckled.
“I have high standards.”
He lifted me a bit more, and I slipped my other leg around his hip. His cock tipped deep inside me, filling me to my limit.
“Do I meet them… your standards?” he asked, his grin now showing off the dimple in his cheek.
“Oh yeah,” I told him as he drilled me even deeper. We were kissing now, tongues pressing against each other, bodies connecting while we moved in perfect harmony to make the most out of this scorching-hot moment.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I heard Jackson say as he walked in closer, shedding his jeans, shirt, and briefs along the way to reveal that big, strong, all-muscle body of his. “Take a step back, Dion, and let me get in behind her. Lean her against me, instead of the wall.”
Dion grabbed hold of my ass, as I wrapped my legs in tighter around his waist, careful to keep his delicious hard cock buried deep inside of me. He took a few steps back while Jackson slipped in behind me, sliding his rock-hard cock between my already spread ass cheeks.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jackson said, running his hands over my body, tugging on my nipples with his fingers, then gliding a hand down to my pussy to tease my clit, while Dion continued to pillage me.
“Oh fuck!” I couldn’t help it. The sensations were overwhelming, and before I could think about everything the guys were doing to me, my entire body reacted with an orgasm that sent me to the stars and back. When I closed my eyes, I saw great, big, beautiful stars streaking through the dark sky, then exploding off in a distance, causing what could only be described as a colorful light show. It was spectacular, and I yelled out my total joy just as Dion unloaded deep inside me. He moaned and grunted out his release, thrusting deeper inside me than ever before. It was the way Jackson held me and tilted my hips at just the right angle for Dion’s swollen cock to fill every centimeter of my pussy, and I loved it.
“What the fuck?” I heard Arlo say, then he dropped all my bags in the middle of the floor. “You started without me?”
But Dion couldn’t answer, and neither could I. Way too caught up in the moment to care about what Arlo thought. I knew I’d take care of him, but at the moment, I was taking care of me.
“You’re right on time,” Jackson told him, as Dion pulled his spent dick out of me. “You can help me get her over to the bed.”
I was breathing so hard and heavy, and felt so weak that I was thankful when Arlo picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. Jackson dragged down the comforter, to reveal silky white sheets.
Arlo placed me on my back, but before I could completely catch my breath, Jackson had me up on all fours with my ass in the air.
“I love watching you get fucked from behind. Your ass is so perfect,” Arlo said, as he knelt next to me, stroking his thick, long cock.
Jackson slapped my ass then. Not hard, but enough to make it sting. They knew my limit, and Jackson had gloriously reached it with one slap.
I moaned and waited for more.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he said, and I spread my legs wider, giving him the full view of both my rosebud back entrance and my dripping pussy. He swiped his fingers around my wet pussy, then slowly slid his thumb around my back door.
“Oh God!” I said. “Don’t tease me like that. Either do it or don’t, but don’t tease me.”
We’d had anal sex before, but usually, I was a hell of a lot more relaxed than this, but damn, I wanted it now.
“I want to be in your tight pussy, but I’m not going to tease you.”
I felt the pressure of his wide thumb circle my back door, and when I leaned back, he plunged inside.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I said, right before I crushed my lips on Arlo’s. He was busy kneading my breasts as they swayed from the movement of Jackson’s hands both in and on my ass. A few moments later, Jackson abandoned my back door, and I felt him dip his heavy cock inside my channel, going deep with his first thrust, like he was on a mission. I rocked back into his hips, while Dion climbed up on the bed to run his hands up and down my back.
“That a girl,” he said, with a commanding voice. “Take it all in.”
And before I could react to Jackson’s super-sized dick, I was sucking on Arlo’s massive cock, that I could easily choke on if I wasn’t careful. Dion enjoyed coming first, so he could sit back and watch, sometimes holding my hair back so he had the perfect view of me swallowing either Jackson’s or Arlo’s cock. Today it happened to be Arlo’s.
“That a girl,” he said. “Relax and let them fill you.”
Then he did something he’d never done before. He ran his finger over my stretched lips while I pumped Arlo, which caused me to let out a moan that had come all the way from my toes.
“You have such a beautiful mouth,” Dion said, as he continued to run his fingers around my lips.
“Fuck,” Arlo whispered right before he shot his seed down my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but I couldn’t help the gag reflex.
“Relax, Mindy,” Dino chanted. “Just relax.” He stopped caressing my lips and sat back to watch wearing his adorable grin, while he tugged on his hard cock.
I followed his instructions and took everything Arlo gave me. And before he and I finished, I felt Jackson pull me in closer as his cock twitched inside me. I clenched around him, knowing he was ready. His fingers dug into my hips, and he pulled me as close as possible.
Arlo slipped out of my mouth, just as my own orgasm consumed me, and Jackson came inside me. He let out one of his mighty roars, which caused me to yell out my orgasm. For a moment, I felt as though I’d left my body and floated above it, watching each shiver, each of Jackson’s final thrusts. It was surreal, magical, a sensation I’d never experienced before.
Then, in the next moments, I floated back into my body, Jackson slid out of me, and we both collapsed on the bed, totally and beautifully spent.
WHEN I FINALLY awoke, all the sunlight had disappeared. I could tell we were now into early evening. My guys laughed and teased each other out on the deck. All was right with my world, and I did one of those long, languid stretches. Then I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, which felt like pure heaven.
Once I toweled off, I combed my wet hair back off my face and tugged on a cropped blue tee and a pair of red shorts before I made an appearance.
The view of the blue sea against an orange sky, combined with dozens of potted blooming plants with their vibrant colors and sweet scents, along with the sound of guitar music coming from somewhere below, swarmed my senses. I couldn’t move for a moment as I stood in the now open doorway of my room, trying to take it all in.
“There she is!” Jackson said, causing me to slip out of my momentary trance and notice that the deck tracked the entire back of the villa. He offered up a great big grin, as he walked towards me on my right.
“One of you should’ve woken me up,” I scolded, as I stepped on the ornately tiled veranda, knowing damn well I’d needed that sleep. Jackson gave me a sweet kiss, then rubbed my back for a moment. I swooned from his touch.
“This place is amazing,” I told him, as a gentle, warm breeze danced through my hair.
“You’reamazing,” he whispered, then brushed his lips over mine once again, sending a rush of heat through me.
Arlo came over and handed me a glass of red wine. “We couldn’t wake you. We were asleep right next to you. We just came out here about fifteen minutes ago. That trip, along with the sex, wrecked us.”
“We were all down for a good two hours,” Dino offered, as he sat on a white deck chair looking about as comfortable as a kitten curled up in the sun. “We found your wine and assorted goodies.” He pointed to a white table sitting next to the wooden railing that surrounded the deck. All the food and wine I’d bought had been cut up and served on large colorful platters. I couldn’t wait to dig in. “Hope you don’t mind, but we were too stupid to grab any food before we arrived, so we pulled out all of yours.”
“Not at all. This looks great! I’m starving.” I grabbed a hunk of bread and a chunk of cheese and devoured it. So good.
“Not totally stupid. We did manage to stop for a couple of bottles of good wine, but yours is even better,” Arlo said, holding up one of my water bottles with the cap still on. “A little unconventional but so fucking good!”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. “My driver suggested the store in Naples, so I just went with it. The wine came out of a spicket, and the shopkeeper filled those glass water bottles, then capped them like a cola. Had no idea if the wine would be any good.”
“The wine is better than good,” Jackson added. “It’s outstanding. Some of the best red wine I’ve had in years, but then maybe it’s because I’m in Italy, in a beautiful villa overlooking the sea. And I just had sex with a smokin’ hot, gorgeous woman who can not only run a successful dance hall, but can convince me and my two stubborn asshole bandmates that we needed a real vacation.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Arlo said, holding up his glass.
“Me too,” Dino chimed in, holding up his glass as well.
We clinked glasses, then savored the wine, which was indeed some of the best I’d ever tasted. I couldn’t resist. I held up my glass for another toast. “To Tammy. If it wasn’t for her, none of this would have ever happened. She must be magic.”
“To Tammy,” the guys echoed, and we clinked glasses once again. At that moment, I knew, without a doubt, I’d finally found my true love… my true loves… Jackson, Arlo, and of course, Dino who got up from his chair and walked over to me with that sexy swagger that still sent my heart racing.
“Let’s dance,” he said, as the guitar music seemed to get louder. And if I didn’t know better, I swear someone was singing, How Deep Is Your Love, but that couldn’t possibly be true. We were in Italy, in Positano. No way could someone be playing an old Bee Gee’s song.
Or could they?
And just like that, Dino spun me around, took me in his arms, and once again, magic happened.
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