Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“You’re funny. Well, whatever’s got you smiling, little sis, I wish you more of it.”
Me too, I think. Me too.
Finally, it’s time to meet Fiero, and I drift to our appointed spot on the same cloud of happiness. As soon as I spot him, my heart starts beating faster. Even having sex with his brother can’t dampen my response to the gorgeous sculptor.
Maybe I still have a silly smile on my face, or perhaps I reek of pheromones. Whatever it is, as soon as Fiero greets me with “Happy birthday, bella,” his eyes narrow.
“You’ve been with my brother.”
Let Me Make Love To You
His meaning is clear, even though his words could be interpreted as referring to me spending time with Matteo. Since he phrases it as a statement of fact – not a question or, worse, an accusation – I don’t reply.
Instead, I lean my head against his shoulder and wrap my hand around his arm to snuggle close. It becomes difficult to maintain our usual strolling position, though, because instead of our typical casual pace, Fiero takes long, brisk strides. And instead of stopping by our favorite coffee shop, he leads us directly to his house.
At first, I worry that he’s angry. Perhaps he and Matteo agreed to some rules between them, and that’s why, physically, both of them have been taking things slow with me. It was clear that Matteo didn’t plan what happened in his office today; he got carried away.
Fiero’s definitely not angry with me, though. In fact, as fast as we’re walking, he doesn’t take his hands off of me the entire time. He caresses my back, squeezes my shoulder, and uses crosswalk delays as opportunities to kiss me.
As soon as we’re inside his front door, he presses me up against it and covers my mouth with his. His hands rake over my body, sliding across my curves, angling my jaw as he strokes my cheeks, and eventually tangling in my hair as he holds my head just so and devours me with his kisses.
His hips press into me, making no secret of his arousal. My pussy clenches in response and I shift against him to savor the glorious hard bulge in his jeans. Both of us are breathing in ragged gasps when Fiero pulls away. “Not here. Not like this,” he mutters.
With a parting kiss, he takes a step backward and catches his breath. He takes my coat and looks me over, head to toe.
“You are so beautiful, Daniela. Bellissima.” He leads me toward his bedroom as he continues. “You look especially beautiful in red, and your shirt–” He fingers the angled neckline of my lucky wraparound blouse. “It’s like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.”
We’re in his room now, standing next to his bed, which is neatly made. “Do I get to open my Valentine gift now?” He’s looking down at me with a grin, though his eyes are dark and intense. The little box of chocolates still in my bag is long forgotten.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Fiero.” I bring his hand to the sash at my side and he undoes the knot with deft movements. The top falls open, revealing the red lace of my bra beneath.
“Bellissima.” He traces the edges of the thin lace that covers my breasts. “Molto bellissima.”
His finger slips under the fabric and pulls one of the cups down, exposing my breast. He bends to take my nipple into his mouth, and I’m amazed at how much sensation can be generated at one small point of contact.
He sucks my nipple into a hardened peak before giving the same attention to the other one. After removing my bra altogether, he nestles his head between my breasts, his dark hair like silk against my skin, his throat rumbling with sounds of contentment. “My Daniela.”
My heart swells until it feels like my chest will burst with happiness.
It’s true. I’m his. And I’m also his brother’s. I want to belong to them, and I want both of them to be mine forever. These past few weeks have been like a dream, and I never want to wake up.
A wave of sadness follows the fantasy. This is all temporary, and I’m going to be hurt very badly if I let myself pretend otherwise.
Fiero provides an easy distraction from these painful emotions as he kisses a path down my middle, his hands reaching behind me to undo the clasp on my skirt, just as Matteo did hours before.
He slides my skirt off my hips and follows with my panties, taking his time, laying kisses at my hips and thighs, running the tip of his nose along my skin, breathing me in, exploring every inch.
I stand before him and he worships me, showing me with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and the sounds he’s making, how much he enjoys my body. When need overcomes my patience and I reach for him, Fiero guides me to sit at the edge of the bed.