Chapter 29
JENNA
Sitting in the private plane beside Enzo as we touch down in Lisbon, I can’t control my excitement.
As soon as Enzo told me we were leaving the US, I called my mom and Aunt Sherrie to let them know I’d met a man and he’d swept me off my feet. They insisted on FaceTiming with us, and they fell in love with him as fast as I did.
Enzo promised them that we’d see each other in a couple of months, as soon as he has everything under control at work.
We said goodbye to Santiago at the airfield in Minneapolis. Well, Enzo said goodbye. I waved and managed to give Santiago a quick hug before Enzo pulled me away from him.
Only when we were in the air did Enzo break the news to me that JJ, Wayne, Kirk, and Derek are dead. I felt instant relief, and I refuse to be sorry about it.
I will never have to see them again, and it’s given me a sense of peace.
“Are you sure we won’t have problems with my fake passport?” I ask for the fourth time.
“I promise, meu amor. There’s a border control officer on my payroll. That’s how I get shipments in and out of the country. You have nothing to worry about,” Enzo patiently explains for the umpteenth time.
As soon as the aircraft comes to a stop, Enzo unclips his seat belt before taking off mine as well. He climbs to his feet, and grabbing hold of my hand, he helps me up.
We link our fingers, and while we disembark, Enzo says, “I want your mother’s and aunt’s bank details.”
My head snaps up, and I look at him. “Why?”
“So I can start looking after them as well.”
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I tug on his hand to pull him to a stop. “You’re going to look after them?”
“Of course. They’re your family. I don’t want you worrying about them at all.”
Oh my gosh!
I yank my hand from his, and jumping so I can reach him, I throw my arms around his neck. “Thank you!”
Enzo wraps one arm around my back, then I’m lifted off my feet, and he continues to walk with me toward the hangar where the border control officer is waiting.
The process goes much quicker than I expected, and when we walk to where an SUV stands, I let out a chuckle. “I’m in Portugal! I have my first stamp on my passport.”
Enzo chuckles, his eyes soft as he watches me doing a silly twirl with my arms open wide. My summer dress flies around my legs, and some of my hair slaps me in the face.
He takes hold of my arm and pulls me back to his side. “Stay close, meu amor. It makes me nervous when you’re more than a few feet away from me.”
“Are we in any danger here?” I ask.
“No. I just don’t like it when you’re out of arm’s reach of me.”
I snuggle into his side and place my hand on his abs. “Aww…I love you, too, my overprotective mountain of a man.”
He chuckles again, a happy smile playing around his mouth.
We get into the SUV, and as Enzo drives us toward one of his houses, I look out the window at the foreign sights.
I get to live the rest of my life with Enzo and see beautiful places like this.
“I’m so lucky,” I whisper. When I look at the man who holds my heart in his strong hands, and seeing the questioning look on his face, I explain, “I’m lucky that you walked into my store that night.”
“I wasn’t going to, but I stopped there on the spur of the moment.” He picks up my hand and sets it down on his thigh. “The romantic side of me likes to think my soul was drawn to yours.”
“You don’t have a romantic side,” I tease him before glancing out the windows again. When Enzo steers the SUV up a driveway and I see guards scattered all over the front yard that’s as big as a field, I ask, “Is this your home?”
We stop in front of a Mediterranean palace. That’s what I’m calling the huge house.
“You’re my home, but yes, we’ll spend a lot of time here,” Enzo replies.
We get out of the SUV, and as we go into the house, I curiously glance around the interior. There’s nothing personal anywhere, and it kind of feels devoid of life.
“What?” Enzo asks.
“It’s just…not you,” I answer honestly.
“What did you expect?”
“Warmth. Style.” I shrug. “A home.”
“I just slept here, meu amor. Before you, all I did was work.”
I snuggle up to his chest and brush my hands over his broad shoulders. “What are you going to do now that I’m here?”
Just like earlier, his arm wraps around my back, and he hauls me up against his body until my feet leave the floor.
“Now I’m going to fuck you.” When he begins to walk toward a grand staircase, I let out a burst of laughter. “Consider it my way of making you feel welcome here.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Like you need a reason.”
I begin to undo the buttons on his shirt I have access to, and when we reach a large bedroom where a lot of natural light is streaming in through open balcony doors, I don’t get any time to look around.
Enzo drops me on a bed, then his mouth crashes against mine. He gives me one of those kisses that turns my brain to mush and makes my abdomen buzz with anticipation.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way he kisses me.
I manage to undo all the buttons of his shirt and vest, and pulling down his zipper, I reach into his pants to wrap my fingers around his erection.
Enzo groans into my mouth as I stroke him, then his hand shoots up and he grips me by my throat. I’m pushed back and pinned to the mattress, my hand ripped away from his hard length.
“Your hand feels incredible, meu corac?o, but it’s your pussy I want.” With his other hand, he digs his wallet out of his pocket and drops it on my chest. “Take out a condom.”
Hearing the dominant rumble of his voice has my core clenching with need, and I feel myself getting wet for him.
I quickly pull out the foil packet and rip it open before I roll it onto Enzo’s hard-on. When I’m done, he shoves the skirt of my dress all the way up to my stomach before he rips my panties off.
“Enzo!” I gasp, but there’s no time to lay into him for destroying my underwear, because he enters me with a rough thrust.
His eyes lock on mine to check for my reaction.
I’m not quite used to his size yet, and there’s a sting, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
“You good, meu anjinho?”
I nod quickly before I have to grab hold of his wrist and hold on for dear life.
Enzo keeps a tight grip on my neck, but not so much that I can’t breathe, and he begins to drive hard into me, each thrust jostling my body.
I can see the pleasure on his face as he takes me with no restraint, and it makes me get even wetter for him. I’ve never seen anything hotter than my man claiming me hard and fast.
Holy crap on a cracker.
The friction is so intense that an orgasm seizes me. I let out moans and cries, and when I close my eyes, Enzo orders, “Eyes on me while I’m making you come.”
They snap open again, and I gasp through the ecstasy. Every time he fills me with a hard thrust, it makes more pleasure scatter through me.
When Enzo’s orgasm hits, he doesn’t let up at all, but instead slams even harder into me while a groan rumbles from him.
I cup his jaw with my palm while still holding onto his wrist with my other hand and feel how he clenches his teeth from the pleasure he’s experiencing.
Suddenly, he loses all his strength, and he falls down on top of me. Just like the couple of times we’ve had sex, I quickly wrap my legs around him.
I hold Enzo until his breathing returns to normal, and when he lifts his head and our eyes meet, he asks, “Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay.”
He lifts an eyebrow at me. “I wasn’t too rough?”
Shaking my head, I lift my head and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “You were perfect.”
ENZO
There isn’t a store in Lisbon that Jenna hasn’t dragged me to. She insisted we make the house ours, and I quickly learned that meant we’re redecorating the entire place.
The cream leather lounge suite in the living room reminded her of the hotel we stayed in when I took her shopping in Minneapolis, so I got it for her.
I also bought her the biggest TV we could find for her to watch her K-dramas on.
As I hammer nails into the walls so we can put up framed photos of us, Jenna’s phone beeps, and when she checks the message, she lets out a chuckle.
Frowning at her, I ask, “Who texted you?”
“Cassia. I sent her photos of all the changes we’ve made to the house. She says you look grumpy and should smile.”
I let out a grumble and carry on slamming nails into the wall.
“You should smile more. Especially when we go out. You always look like a thunder cloud,” she says as she hangs a photo she sneakily took of me while I was driving.
“Meu amor, you’re the only person I smile for. The rest of the people out there don’t get to see that side of me.”
“Yeah-yeah. You need to uphold your badass status. I get it.”
I reach over and smack her ass, then give her a playful glare. “You’re getting too brave for your own good.”
She pauses and gives me a surprised look. “I am.” Looking all impressed with herself, she heads down the stairs. “You’re rubbing off on me.”
“There’s something else I want to rub on you,” I mutter under my breath.
I quickly finished hammering in all the nails on the spots Jenna marked for me with a pencil, then I go look for my woman, already needing to be close to her again.
Finding her in the kitchen, I ask, “What are you making?”
“Just mac and cheese. If you want meat, I can cut up hot dogs.”
“Don’t worry about the hot dogs,” I say, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
While I watch as she makes the cheese sauce, I think about how much she’s changed from when I first met her. She’s no longer shy around me, but as soon as there are other people around, she either plasters herself to my side or hides behind me.
I love it.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asks as she mixes everything together.
“I’m just thinking how obsessed I am with you.”
A chuckle bubbles over her lips. “Yeah?”
“Insanely.” I get up and walk to her. “Deeply.” Taking hold of her jaw, I force her to look at me. “Forever.” I press a hard kiss to her mouth.
Her tone is filled with happiness as she says, “I love you, too, my heart.”