Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
ANNA
I woke up the same way I had for the last week or so, to the feel of Nic’s hot breath against my skin. My legs spread wider, to give him more room as he wedged his shoulders between them.
“Morning,” I moaned, my voice cracking.
“Need a taste of this sweet pussy,” he growled.
“Oh my,” I gasped. My clit throbbed, my body tightening and warming.
“Lift up and give it to me.” His voice was pure sex, and it only made my pussy throb harder.
My hips rose off the mattress, as though they had a will of their own, my legs trembling at the touch of his tongue on my clit. He gave it a slow lick, and my fingers clenched in the sheets. Then he flicked his tongue around my clit, and my hips hiked farther up. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of his dark head bent between my legs as he tortured me with his mouth. I whimpered in need and the sound spurred him on. He ate me like he couldn’t get enough of my taste, tongue-fucking me until I was hanging by a thread, so close to a huge orgasm but unable to quite get there.
“Please,” I begged, desperate to come.
He chuckled darkly before wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking hard, and thrusting two fingers inside me. Twisting his wrist as he plunged them in and out of me, it didn’t take long for me to fly over the edge. Nic took several more licks at me before he released my hips and let them drop back down onto the mattress. I was a boneless heap while he kissed up my body and nibbled at my neck. I felt his hardness, hot against my leg. I shifted my hips, fully expecting him to take advantage of our position and slide inside me. I was surprised when he pulled away and dropped a kiss onto the top of my head instead.
“But what about you?” I asked, sliding my palm up his thigh.
He wrapped his hand around my wrist, stopping my upward progress and making my eyes bug out.
“No time,” he murmured. “But you can make it up to me later by wrapping your lips around my cock and sucking me off.”
His dirty words sent a blush racing up my chest to my face. I wanted that, him in my mouth. It made me feel powerful to watch him lose control. But I wanted it to happen sooner rather than later. Blinking up at him innocently, I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip before biting it.
“Don’t make it any harder than it already is, bellissima ,” he growled, making me giggle at the play on words as I glanced down at his hard-on. “Not with your parents due to arrive in thirty minutes.”
“My parents?” I shrieked. It was like a splash of cold water on my libido. I grabbed at the sheets and pulled them over my body, as though my dad could see into our bedroom and would find me sprawled naked in bed. “What? How? Why?”
“I invited them over for brunch.”
He answered so matter-of-factly, as though the words should make sense to me.
“You invited them over for brunch,” I repeated. “My parents. Whom you’ve never even met.”
“I met them last week,” he informed me.
“What do you mean you met them last week?” I cried out, utterly confused and totally frustrated with his lack of communication. “And why am I only hearing about this just now?”
“Because I wanted to do something special for you. I know how much you love your parents, and I didn’t want you to worry about them accepting us.” He pulled me off the mattress, sheets and all, and set me onto my feet in front of him. “I’ve already broken the ice and made sure they understand how much you mean to me. You have nothing to worry about.”
My heart melted, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. “You’re so good to me.”
“I promise to be especially bad to you tonight,” he murmured huskily. Then he stepped away, swatting me on my butt before pushing me towards the closet.
I heard the doorbell ringing as I was setting my brush down. I spared myself a quick glance in the mirror, pleased to see my eyes were bright and my cheeks flushed with color. Luckily, there was no need for make-up, and I headed for the stairs. I reached the bottom just in time to see Nic open the door to my parents. Sophia was peeking at them from behind him, her arms wrapped around his legs.
I moved forward, resting my hand on the top of her hair as I bent down to whisper in her ear. “I bet if you ask my dad nicely, he’ll give you one of the caramels he’s always carrying around in his pockets.”
Her eyes lit up and she smiled radiantly at me. Her hand slipped into mine and we moved forward to greet my parents. “Mom and Dad, this is my precious Sophia.” My parents crouched down until they were eye-to-eye with her, huge smiles on their faces. “And Sophia, this is my mom and dad.”
“Hello,” Sophia said shyly.
“Hello, sweet girl. How about you give your new Grandma and Grandpa a hug?” my mom asked. When I’d called to tell them about the engagement, I should have realized my mom was as excited about Sophia as she was about me getting married.
“More grandparents?” she asked in a loud whisper, her eyes huge as she looked up at me.
“Yes, sweetie. With your daddy and I getting married, you get two new grandparents.”
“Wow!” she squealed, losing all her shyness and launching herself into their arms while jabbering a mile a minute. Her words only came more quickly when my dad took several of his favorite caramels out of his pocket. He tucked one into her hand and put the others into her pockets for later.
Nic offered my parents a tour of the house, but my mom declined, picking up a bag of groceries she’d set down and instructing me to lead her to the kitchen. My dad took him up on the offer, following after him with Sophia on his shoulders.
Allegra hadn’t made it downstairs yet, but it looked like she’d made sure the fridge was fully stocked for our brunch. We were chopping, stirring, baking, and sautéing in no time. I had always loved to cook with my mom, and it was especially nice to be doing so in my kitchen, in the home I shared with Nic.
“He’s perfect for you,” she sighed.
“B-b-but—” I stuttered before just blurting it out. “He’s in the mafia.”
“Uh huh,” she murmured, pulling a pan of toasted baguette slices from the broiler. She didn’t even react to my announcement as she spread a honey and ricotta mixture on the slices and topped them with a strawberry, balsamic, and mint concoction. It was one of my favorite dishes, and she’d brought the ingredients with her just so she could make it for me. It was the perfect recipe to follow brunch, but as much as I appreciated her thoughtfulness, I would prefer her to take this seriously.
“Mom,” I hissed. “Nic is a mafia boss. He’s into illegal stuff. I expected you to have some kind of reaction to this information. Shouldn’t you be telling me to find a nice boy to marry?”
She laughed lightly as she arranged the pieces on the plate until they were to her liking. Then she looked up at me and smiled, patting my cheek. “Sorry, sweetie. He made us an offer we couldn’t refuse.” My jaw dropped. “Besides which, it isn’t like we didn’t already know who he was before he came to visit us.”
My mom was making mobster jokes about my fiancé who really was the head of the mafia.
“What kind of offer?” I couldn’t imagine a single thing he could give them that would make my parents not care about his background.
“To love and care for you.”
I sighed dreamily, picturing Nic telling my parents that he loved me. There was only one problem with the vision in my head. “But neither of us have actually said the words to each other.”
“Niccolo!” Allegra called out from behind me. I swiveled around to find her standing in the doorway, muttering in Italian under her breath. I hadn’t heard her come in, but she was the furthest thing from quiet when Nic walked into the kitchen, and she lit into him. I couldn’t understand half of what she said, but Nic apparently didn’t have the same problem based on the look of dismay which crossed his face.
“ Basta, Mamma .” He cut her off mid-rant and turned to me. “Of course, Gianna knows I love her.”
My eyes widened and filled with tears as I shook my head. He stalked towards me, pulling me tightly against his chest and claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss, uncaring who our audience was. By the time he let me up for air, my tears were gone and I was breathing heavily.
“Silly woman,” he murmured against my lips. “Of course I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered back.
“ Perfetto !” Allegra clapped.
“Indeed,” my mom sighed. “And perfectly timed, too, since brunch is ready to be served.”
And so the blending of our families began—with love, acceptance, and delicious food.