Page 59 of Doll's Eye
My hands move all over her backside, and I press my lips to the top of her head. “I almost called in the cavalry.”
She giggles and turns her face in to kiss my chest. “I think you mean firing squad.”
“Yeah, that does sound more like it.” She props her chin up on my chest. “How’s your mother?”
“She’s doing really good.” Her face dims some. “Doctors are even impressed with her tenacity.”
“Definitely runs in the family.” She tries to smile but fails. “And how is she dealing with your father’s absence?”
She sighs and rests the side of her face on my chest, still holding onto me. “I don’t think it’s really hit her yet. She only came out of the coma less than two weeks ago. Woke up to herworld so drastically changed.” She goes quiet for a long moment. “I couldn’t imagine losing you,” she whispers.
I selfishly find satisfaction in her statement and tone. To know Alessia would be so affected by the loss of me. But I’m at a loss for words. I can’t promise her tomorrow or the next day.
“Are you still up for going out tonight?”
“Absolutely.” Her hands slide down to my ass to squeeze it, and she grins up at me. “After you fuck me.”
Picking her up by the backs of her thighs, she squeals as I pin her up against the tiled walls. “You read my mind,mia amata.”
I fist her ass, using it as leverage to hover her cunt’s heat over my erection. Inhaling her kiss with my mouth, I impale her. Her cheeks hit my groin and I jerk my hips to make sure there isn’t a sliver of me not inside of her. She moans and takes a deep breath through her nose as her tongue thrashes against mine.
Keeping her fused with the wall, I begin grinding into her by rolling my hips. I don’t stop until we’re both satiated.
Myreginais killing me in her dress. Departing from the modest attire reminiscent of vintage housewives fashion, a pink satin dress clings to her silhouette. It comes up high on her thighs showing off the tan she’s gotten from the summer and the muscles from all her training. The top looks like a corset with jewels decorating it, showing off her ample breasts.
“You’re trying to have quite a night tonight, aren’t you?” I murmur into her ear as my hands explore her body.
“Why is that?” Her fingers toy with the back of my hair.
“This dress,amore. It’ll get some people killed.” She giggles, and I kiss her neck.
Miraculously, I’m able to resist her temptations on the way to the club. We get ourselves comfortable in the private VIP section, and drinks are being poured as her family and mine begin showing up.
I’m sitting down next to Ezzo and Sarita when Alessia comes over and sits in my lap. “You know, I never thought you could actually be cute,” Sarita says, talking to me.
I chuckle, and Alessia kisses my cheek. “He can be pretty cute, can’t he?” she teases.
Grunting, I narrow my eyes at her and give her butt a little swat. “Cute, huh?”
“And sweet,” she adds.
Ezzo barks out laughter from beside me. “You two really are fucking crazy together.”
“What? Don’t say that!” Sarita chastises and reaches around us to smack his knee.
“Are you kidding me?” Ezzo continues. “Their idea of the perfect date is kneecapping.”
With a shocked look, Alessia twists her head to address my brother. “That is so not true! I mean, yeah, it’s definitely a nice time, but I wouldn’t say aperfectdate.” She turns to me, grinning, and pecks me on the lips. “Thanks again for letting me do my first kneecapping.”
Leaning in, I brush my lips across hers. “You’re welcome, baby.”
“Oh, God.” We both turn to Sarita, and she’s staring at us, horrified. “You guys really are a pair of nutjobs.”
“I prefer mentally deranged,” Alessia says, grabbing my face to kiss me deeply, and I chuckle against her sweet lips.
Sitting back, I watch and enjoy seeing Alessia, her unrestricted self, as she smiles and laughs with Fia and Sarita. Witnessing the merging of our families before the actual nuptials is a promising sign of our shared future.
“Mmm,” Alessia hums against my mouth as we kiss. She’s back on my lap as the crowd we started with starts to trickle off. “You’re so tasty.”
