“Fuck me,” I begged, rolling my hips. “Fuck my ass ’til I come.”
He pulled back, like loading a spring, and then we were off. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t do anything but take him, again and again and again, the rising tide of my orgasm driven by the rock and thrust of his hips. His cock was a piston, urging me on.
“Mason!” I was so close. So very close.
“Come,” he panted, his fingers digging into the sides of my hips. “Oh god, Dani, I can’t hold back. I’m gonna come in your tight little ass!”
That did it. I was flying, his cock flooding me with cum, fountains of it, a geyser of lava deep inside of me. My pussy contracted again and again, my asshole clamping around his cock and he clung to me as if the force of it might drive him right out. But I wasn’t letting him go. When he tried to pull out, I clenched my still-spasming muscles around the head of his dick, making him squirm and gasp.
“Easy!” he cried.
I smiled as he slid slowly out, feeling the “pop” of my flesh as my ass finally gave up. He crawled up next to me on the bed, pushing my hair out of my face and finding my cheek, kissing it. His breath was still hot and panting. So was mine. I floated, in a dream, until the sound of someone in the flat upstairs brought my head up off the bed.
“I should go.”
His head came up too. “So soon?”
“I don’t want to be here when Nico comes home.” This reminded us both and we were silent for a moment, coming back down to reality. “This is all so strange.” I sighed. “Why are you so quiet?”
“We agreed we wouldn’t push you.”
I rolled over on my side, up on my elbow to look at him. “We?”
“Me and Nico.”
I blinked. “You’ve talked about this?”
“Of course we have.”
He made it sound so matter-of-fact.
“How very civilized of you.”
“This is your choice, Dani,” Mason said softly, rolling toward me so we were belly to belly. “And we agreed that you needed to make it without our influence.”
I frowned. “How can either of you not influence me?”
“I guess the gentlemen’s agreement here is that we won’t play dirty,” he replied. “No bribes, no proposals, no promises. We just have to be ourselves and you… you have to decide which one of us you want.”
I rolled away from him, to my back, throwing an arm over my head and staring at the ceiling.
“What is it?” he asked.
It sounded ridiculous, even as I said it-but it was the way I felt. “Aren’t either of you going to fight for me?”
He chuckled. “Do you want us to?”
“Oh I don’t know.” I sighed, sitting up and searching for my clothes.
“I would.” Mason sat too, watching me get dressed. “Put me in a cage with him. We’ll fight to the death. Or perhaps you’d prefer jousting? Or Russian Roulette?”
“Very funny.” I slipped my bra on, doing up the hook in front. “This is impossible.”
“No it’s not.” He watched as I pulled on my blouse, working the buttons. “It’s just a decision. Me or him.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to pressure me?” I snapped, sliding my skirt up my hips and reaching around, trying to work my zipper.
“Am I?”
I stopped. “Mason, I’m afraid.”
“Come here.” He turned me around so he could zip my skirt. “Of what?”
“If I choose you…” I glanced back over my shoulder at him. “Well, we didn’t get divorced for no reason, you know.”
He smiled. “Yes, I know.”
“Are we just going to pick up where we left off?” I turned in his arms, trying to see the truth in his eyes.
“No,” he assured me. “I’m different. You’re different.”
“You’re still so tied to your family.” I sighed. “This is your father’s business you’re talking about, not your own.”
“But I’m making my own decisions.” He looked at my blouse, frowning, and started rebuttoning it. I’d missed one. “Trust me, they didn’t want me to come here. They still don’t want me to be with you.”
“No?” I imagined that was true. They’d never liked me. I was a bad influence on their son.
“But this is me, making my own decisions.” He looked up at me, his eyes serious. “I choose you. I want you. That’s why I’m here.”
I smiled. “I knew it wasn’t just business.”
“Hardly.” He pulled me down into his lap and I straddled him as he kissed me, slow and deep, the smell of our sex redolent in the room. I’d missed us together, so much. Thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.
“What about Isabella?” I asked, swallowing past the obstruction in my throat.
“What about her?”
I blinked back tears. “Don’t you miss her?”
“Of course I do.” His arms tightened around me. “She was my daughter too.”
I closed my eyes, feeling tears slipping down my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.”
“I don’t know if you’re supposed to.” Mason cupped my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe my tears. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t move forward.”
“Oh god, please don’t talk about more babies,” I groaned, trying to twist away from him. “Not that again.”
“Us, Dani.” He turned my face to him again, meeting my eyes. “ We can move forward, you and I, together. Babies can be a part of that or not. But I want you. You.”
I contemplated the idea. “What would we do?”
“Anything you want.” He smiled, wrapping his arms back around my waist. “You’ll be done with school in June. You can find a job here in Italy. Work here, stay here. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You don’t know a word of Italian.”
“I’ll learn.” He nuzzled my belly, rested his head against my breasts. “Ti amo.”
I love you.
I looked down at him in wonder, running my hand through his short-cropped hair.
“See, I’m already learning.” He grinned up at me.
“It sounds too good to be true,” I murmured. “What would you do?”
“I’ve got the business,” he reminded me. “In spite of my father’s reservations, I think branching out all over Europe is a brilliant idea, even if it is mine. And I think it’s going to be very lucrative.”
“I can’t believe this is you talking,” I said doubtfully. “I can’t believe it’s real.”
“It’s me. I’m real.” His eyes told me everything I wanted to know. “And I do love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, kissing him softly. “I always have.”
I slid off his lap, heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” he called.
“To pee.” I stopped in the doorway, suddenly dizzy, leaning against the wall.
“Are you all right?”
I nodded, opening the door. “Just overwhelmed.”
“Hurry back,” he called. “I want your ass one more time before you go.”
I grinned over my shoulder at him. “You are a bad, bad man.”
“I know. Hurry back.”
“Can you see yourself doing this for the rest of your life?” I asked, watching Nico navigate the gondola through the narrow passageway.
“Being with you?”
I smiled. “No, being a gondolier.”
“Honestly?” Nico looked across the water, his hat shading his eyes. “No.”
I sat forward in my seat. “So what do you want to do?”
He hesitated. “You’ll laugh.”
“No I won’t,” I assured him. “I promise. If you tell me… I’ll tell you something. Quid pro quo.”
“A secret?” Nico slowed the gondola, wrapping a rope around a nearby post.
“Yes.”
“I want to be a chef,” he confessed, stepping off onto the dock, reaching for my hand and helping me up. “I want to own my own restaurant, like Gianni Bonaccorsi.”
His response thrilled me. “You’d be a wonderful chef.”
“Do you mean that?” He took my hand as we walked the cobblestone toward the flat he was sharing with Mason.
“Of course I do.”