Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“You are?” she asked, voice small.
“Yeah. I’m not expecting anything from you. I just wanted to make myself clear in case your head is in the same place. Or if you don’t know yet, that’s fine too.”
“I think I might need, like, some serious therapy for this, but I am in too.”
“We didn’t live normal lives, babe. It’s not crazy that our relationship started in an unconventional way. Remind me to tell you how Luca and Romy got together. Or Lucky and Via. Or Matteo and Josie.”
“I would love to hear it. Maybe this would feel less crazy then.”
“Trust me, it will,” I assured her. “But, look, I get shit is fucked right now. So if you want to just… scale things back, I understand.”
“Scale things back,” she repeated. “No. No, I don’t want to do that. I’m just… I’m going to be off for a while.”
“Understandably so,” I agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist, giving her a squeeze. “But I’ve got nothing else going on. We can go at your pace.”
“I wouldn’t mind staying here for a day or two,” she admitted. “And by here, I mean right here in this tub,” she said, leaning her face into my neck and taking a deep breath. “Thank you for saving me.”
“You’ll never have to thank me for that.”
“Don’t say it like that. It sounds like I am going to need to be saved a lot in the future. And, quite frankly, I don’t think my nerves could handle that.”
“You’ll be safe now,” I assured her. “You’ve got me,” I told her, feeling her melt into me at the words. “And your brother,” I added, not wanting her to think I was all she had.
“Shh,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to talk about him right now. I want to talk about you,” she said, voice dropping a bit lower. “In particular, I want to talk about… having you,” she said as her hand grabbed mine from her waist and started to slide it down her belly.
“Baby, we don’t have to,” I assured her, even if my straining cock had likely been telling her otherwise for a while already.
“I know. I just… it will be a fun distraction,” she said as she pressed my hand between her thighs, her back arching off of my chest and her breath escaping on a low moan at the contact.
And, hey, if my woman needed a distraction, who the hell was I to deny her one?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cammie
I had emotional whiplash.
With a heady dose of disassociating from the harsher realities of the night.
It was like my body and mind decided it couldn’t handle any more of the sadness and betrayal, and it needed something else to focus on.
And what was easier to focus on than the fully naked man behind you who, despite not making a single move on you, had a straining cock and seemingly saint-like patience?
So, yeah, there was all that bad stuff that I didn’t want to think about.
But there was a lot of good stuff too.
Freedom.
A future on my own terms.
And, yes, Massimo.
With his kindness and his gentleness and his understanding.
He didn’t push or try to tell me things were okay when they obviously weren’t, when they likely wouldn’t be for a good, long while.
He was just there.
Listening.
Comforting.
Those bruised parts of my heart felt a little less battered with him there.
I wasn’t going to overthink that. I was going to lean into it. I was going to allow myself to drift away into the feeling, into his touch, into something that would make me feel good for a while instead of awful.
So I pressed his hand between my thighs, and I let the desire bloom through my core and spread outward as his thumb started to work my clit, then his fingers slipped inside of me.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his lips teasing over my ear. “Or do you want more?”
I didn’t even need to think about it.
“More.”
We were moving then, shifting positions so that I was straddling him in the water, his hand still between my thighs.
Arms going around his neck, I pressed our chests together as my lips landed on his.
Slow and soft and sweet at first, just needing the closeness and comfort, but getting harder and needier as each moment passed, as the need grew in my body.
His fingers worked me and my hips rocked against his motions, begging for more. But it wasn’t enough.
It was never going to be enough.
Not until I felt him inside of me again.
“Massimo,” I murmured against his lips.
“Yeah?”
“I need you inside me,” I told him, smiling when I felt the rumble move through his chest, vibrating into mine.
We were moving then, soapy water sloshing over the sides of the tub onto the floor as Massimo got to his feet, pulling me with him, clinging as hard as I could thanks to our wet, slippery bodies.