It was too good. My body ground against hers and I came hard, not even thinking about pulling out when I was surrounded by her. Abigail moaned before she kissed my lips. I was surprised she wasn’t pissed off at me.
“You’re not upset?” I asked as I stayed inside of her, enjoying the softness of her body. “I didn’t exactly pull out.”
“I know.” She shook her head. “We’ll get a pill or something tomorrow, but for now I just want to lie here.” She wrapped her arms around me and yawned. “Let’s lie down and just be lazy for a while.”
I chuckled. “I think you’re falling asleep.”
“Maybe a little,” she mumbled.
I leaned up and kissed her softly. “Goodnight, Abby.”
Her eyes were already closed. “Night,” she whispered.
I smiled and slowly moved off of her. I cleaned her up with a towel as well as myself before I quickly climbed back into bed with her. It felt good being able to lie next to someone, knowing that they would still be there in the morning.
5
Abigail
Being with Piero was like a dream. Every day that went by I realized just how much I not only admired him, but also had feelings for him. Our wedding was quiet, just the two of us and someone we dragged in to be a witness. Meeting his family was terrifying, but it actually turned out alright. Marco asked a lot of questions, but Nico was laid back, with his wife on his arm. I actually liked them. Even Piero’s mother. She was a lot harder than the rest of them, but by the end of the night we’d had a few glasses of wine and laughed.
I was almost shocked at how easy things were with them. It was nice. The days had dragged by into a month and I still had no idea when I would be going home. It’s just a matter of time. Eventually this fake marriage is going to end.
My stomach twisted at that thought. I was enjoying myself with Piero more than I thought I would. As much as I loved my sister and my niece, I didn’t want to go back home. Not just yet.
“You’ve been up here by yourself for a long time.”
I jumped at the sound of Piero’s voice and pressed a hand to my chest. “Yeah. I still don’t feel too good. I think I ate too much.”
Piero held out his hand to me. “Come here.”
To anyone else’s ears, those words might have sounded gruff and almost rude, but not to me. When Piero was worried, he just wanted to know that I was okay. Now. I went to him and took his hand.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, my hand on his chest. “Just let me have a night to rest.”
“Of course.” Piero kissed my lips softly. “Why would you think otherwise?”
I didn’t. He knew just how to soothe me and make me feel better. I watched as he carried his drink over to the nightstand and set it down. He slowly undid his tie and pulled it free. After shrugging his jacket off, he opened his shirt, button by slow button, until his chest was exposed. I sucked in a deep breath.
“I don’t.” I slipped out of my seat and shimmied out of the lavender dress that I’d worn to dinner. As each item dropped to the floor, I felt Piero’s eyes on me. “What?” I glanced over my shoulder at him and smiled. “Why are you staring at me?”
“You know why.” He grinned at me and I felt like prey to a lion. “I keep thinking one day you’ll get naked and I’ll get used to it. That doesn’t happen.”
I chuckled. “Well, I can’t help that.” I walked around the bed and climbed into it. “Goodnight, Piero.”
I settled against my pillow, my eyes closed. A hand slid down my thigh and I shuddered. I bit my lip, not moving as my breath hitched and I felt the blankets move. Piero’s warm, wet tongue slid over my folds and I gasped.
“What …” I groaned, my back arching higher as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. “What are you doing?”
Piero didn’t say a word. His tongue ran in circles over my clit as his fingers slipped inside of me. He wiggled and pulsed his digits until he stroked over my spot. I let out a little moan, my toes curling as heat swept through every inch of my body.
“Piero,” I purred, my fingers disappearing beneath the blanket to tease his hair and scratch against his scalp. “You make me feel so fucking good.” I moaned. “Not just now, either. Every day.”
He still didn’t say a word. No, he seemed to be focused on a singular mission, teasing and pleasing me. Piero stroked and licked and pumped until the orgasm slammed into my body. I cried out, my voice filling up the room as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. My legs trembled, my thighs slicked with my own cum, and I panted as I finally lay back and stared up at the ceiling, dazed.
“What are you trying to say?” He crawled up my body, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. “That you care about me?”
I swallowed thickly. My head was still hazy from my orgasm, but I knew the truth to his question even as I floated. Piero had been nothing but good to me. He’d even moved my sister out of our ratty apartment into a much nicer one.
“I think I love you.” I blurted out the words and they hung in the air between us. Piero’s piercing eyes seemed to stare right through mine. “I know that’s not what this is,” I spat out quickly. “It’s just a business thing, and I know that. Forget I said anything.”
I tried to roll out of bed, but Piero stopped me. He pressed my wrists against the bed. “Did I tell you to run away from me?”
I swallowed thickly. “No, but you weren’t saying much of anything,” I whispered. My body instinctively rubbed up against his. “I haven’t continued to keep you around for no reason. I love you. And you’re not going anywhere.”
I blinked up at him. “But … but it’s all a sham?”
“Do you need a new wedding?” He tilted his head. “Let’s do it all over again. For real. I want you, and I always have.”
My eyebrows knit together. “You … you have?”
“Of course. There’s a reason you were one of the few that actually stayed in your position for so long.” He leaned down his lips brushing over mine. “I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere but with me.”
Our lips crashed together. Maybe it was crazy, but I couldn’t be away from Piero. He might be a little rough around the edges, but he loved me and I loved him in return. His body rolled over mine, hard muscles and soft skin engulfing every inch of me. My head spun; my heart raced. I was really in love with a Rossi. I’d seen all the good in him and his family over the years and up close. Was it so wrong to want to stay with him?
Piero wrapped his arms around me and rolled over onto his back until I was situated on top of him. Glancing down at his hard, smooth body littered with scars from previous fights, I smiled. He was perfect to me, scars and all. Just like his personality, he seemed dangerous on the outside, but deep down he cared about me, about his family. He was special.
I reached between my legs and stroked his cock. It was already slick with his excitement and he sucked in a sharp breath at my touch. That was powerful. Just one touch and he was thrusting up into my hand wanting more, needing me. I adored that.