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)
“Come for me,” I growled, my finger working her clit as I continued to fuck her, her walls getting tighter and tighter around my cock. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” I growled as the climax slammed through her system, bringing mine along with her, leaving us panting for breath in the aftereffects.
This time, it was Cammie’s laughter that seemed to bring us both back to the present.
“The bed is literally five feet away,” she said, shaking her head. “And we still didn’t make it.”
“Baby, we’ve got all day,” I reminded her as I moved away, walking toward the bathroom. “Can you get that?” I asked, hearing my phone ringing while I was washing my hands.
“What’s the matter?” I asked when I came back out to find Cammie standing there with a look on her face that I could only describe as horror.
“That was Nino,” she said, tone grave.
“What’s the matter? What happened?”
“He, ah, he called us to tell us that we have been summoned.”
“Summoned,” I repeated, brows pinching. “To what?”
“To your mother’s house. Tomorrow night.”
“Jesus Christ,” I said, feeling my shoulder sag with relief. “You had me worried.”
“We should be worried. I mean… I am worried.”
“Baby, it’s not a big deal.”
“Your mother wants to meet me, that’s a big deal. Especially because I know that you guys don’t ever bring women home. And she’s been dying for you guys to settle down. And give her grand babies.”
Christ.
August was doing some talking when I wasn’t paying attention.
I mean, all of that was true. But he should have known it would freak her out. It was a lot of pressure.
“Massimo, I don’t have a good history with this. Rizzo hated me. Even before Colin kidnapped me. When I just started dating Cody. She hated me. I wasn’t good enough for him.”
“Baby, she was the woman who helped create a shithead like Colin. Her opinion doesn’t mean dick.”
“I mean, you might have a point there,” she agreed, but didn’t look any more relieved.
“Cammie, listen, my mom isn’t a scary mom. She’s not going to grill you and make you think you’re not good enough for her son. In fact, if I know my Ma, she’s going to beg you to stick with me despite my many flaws,” I said, smiling. “And then she is going to tell you that you’re too skinny and try to shove food down your throat.”
“Well, that part doesn’t sound so bad,” she said, giving me a small smile. “So long as the food isn’t fish.”
“Babe, we’re Italian. Sure, we have some fish dishes, but we’re mostly about the pasta and pizza in my family. I mean I was at a lasagne potluck dinner when I was at my mom’s last time.”
“I haven’t had lasagne in… I don’t even know how long. Will there be lasagne?”
“I can almost guarantee it,” I told her. “Maybe some meatballs, or ravioli, or gnocchi. Plus appetizers. A salad. Dessert.”
“So, do you guys just start a rigorous workout routine when you are, like, seven, or something? Because you’re all fit. And fit and lasagne potlucks don’t really seem like they go together.”
“We all have our things. Luca runs. Some of us hit the gym. My sister does pilates and hot yoga. I like the pool.”
“I used to do cheer practice,” she said, shaking her head at herself. “And then I had my diet strictly controlled by a lunatic…”
“Wouldn’t mind watching you work on doing the splits again,” I said, getting an easy giggle out of her.
“I think I might pull something if I tried,” she admitted. “Okay. So. Dinner at your mom’s house. I need to bring something.”
“No, you don’t. The party is for you.”
“Oh, God. Don’t say that.”
“I’d be lying to you if I told you it wasn’t about you. We just had a family dinner, so this one is special. Because everyone wants to meet you.”
“Everyone?” she asked, swallowing hard. “It’s not just, you know, your close family?”
“Oh, no. Pretty much never,” I said, moving forward to wrap my arms around her lower back, pulling her close. “You are going to need to come to terms with the fact that when I say my family, I mean my mother and siblings and cousins and second cousins and everything in between. There is no such thing as a ‘small family gathering’ in this family.”
“But what if you are just, like, helping your mom clean out the garage and she invites you to stay for dinner?”
“Then she will make me dinner, then call my siblings to say she’s cooking. And then it will get out from there that she’s cooking. Eventually, half the family is there.”
“So we can hope that maybe it is only half—no?” she asked when I shook my head at her.
“None of us has brought home a woman. This is a big deal. They will all clear their schedules. Don’t worry, I’ll be there. And Valley and Smush will help you not get too cornered.”