Page 69 of Caruso
Giorgio is rough and cruel, dragging my orgasms from inside me kicking and screaming. Matteo takes his time, savoring the experience, and as he pushes me back onto the bed, he strips me of the clothes I am wearing until my naked body shivers under his hungry gaze.
I watch with mounting excitement as he stands and slowly removes his clothes. The expensive suit quickly joining my clothes on the floor. He wrenches off his shirt, his muscles dancing and reshaping the ink on his skin. I stare unashamedly, loving the fact that this man is mine. As he drops before me, he hooks my leg over his shoulder and drags his tongue the length of my pussy, groaning as he takes a leisurely swipe with his tongue.
“I’ve missed this, your taste, your touch.”
I gasp as his lips fasten on my clit, sucking it, taking it inside, feeding off me as if I am the only one who can keep him alive. Having a man like him worshipping me between my legs is a powerful aphrodisiac. I am undone by him, physically and mentally. He calms me, massages my weary soul with his attention, and as I shiver as the first wave of an orgasm hits, I drift down to earth as if I’m floating on a cloud, unlike before when I literally crashed and burned.
Matteo consumes me. He takes his time and eats me whole, hours into the night as we make the most of our time together. I repay the favor several times over, and asI gorge on his huge cock, it’s as if I still can’t get enough. The shower, the floor, the bed and the closet all receive a visit from a couple who are hungry for one another.
After my third orgasm, I truly don’t believe I can stand, let alone walk, and as Matteo carries me to the tub, he lowers me into the sweet-scented water and then jumps in behind me, settling me between his legs. As I lie back on his chest and he soaps my body with his strong hands, he whispers, “Go easy on Tommaso tomorrow; he’s unpredictable.”
I take the warning seriously because as soon as Tommaso declared his intentions, my heart literally rose into my chest and battered to get out. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take on another brother so soon, and as Matteo nibbles my ear, he whispers, “Just don’t challenge him, baby girl. Go with him and allow him to purge his demons. Remember, he needs you more than he thinks.”
“Why?”
My voice is weak. I’m barely awake, and he continues to massage soap into my skin as he says huskily, “We have a painful past that still haunts us. Tommaso was affected the most, if that was possible, and is still caught in that dark place. He needs you to step inside and hold his hand as you guide him out of that, but the journey won’t be an easy one. Be patient with him and bide your time because somewhere deep inside him is the brother I remember, the one I miss but can’t reach.”
“But how? Can’t you at least tell me why?”
“No.” His abrupt answer only intensifies my curiosity, and he says sadly, “We all have our secrets,baby girl. Some are more devastating than others. Of all the people we have met, you are the only one who will understand. He needs you, hell, we all need you, so go with him and he will open up when he believes it won’t tear away what’s left of his heart.”
My lashes flutter against the steam of the water. The scent of the oils he’s used combined with his soft touch causes my eyes to drift shut, and consciousness deserts me. The eyes that follow me to my nightmares belong to the man I have yet to meet. Tommaso is a stranger to me and may always be, but I owe it to them all to patch the wound and set about healing it if I can.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Tommaso
Today is a necessary evil. Taylor is becoming too important to my brothers, and it ends now. I hate that I’m attracted to her. That my eyes follow her when she’s in the room, my heart pounding, my pulse spiking, imagining her beneath me, on top of me—controlling me.
I can’t let that happen. It would divide us, ruin us, break us.
Matteo discovered where Jason was living, and our trip was a fruitful one despite what we told Giorgio. I hate keeping things from my brother, but if he knew where I was heading with his latest obsession, he would elect to accompany us. Matteo believes it’s bringing her closure so she can break the chains from her past.
He can believe what he wants; it suits my agenda. Mine, as it happens, is very different.
I glance in the mirror as I adjust my blacksilk tie. It is always black. I am in mourning, and that will never change.
I head to the living room, where I had arranged to meet Taylor. Breakfast is already laid on the table, and I take my usual seat and pour the coffee, black, of course.
I sip the hot liquid, my eyes scanning the clouds outside. I wish they were dark ones.
They always are in my mind.
“Tommaso.” Her hesitant voice drags my attention away from the sky, and she stands nervously watching me, dressed in black pants with sneakers, a thin black top exposing her midriff.
She looks young, too young for us. A mere girl pretending to be a woman. She will not be mine.
I regard her black hair tinged with blue. The huge gray eyes that reveal her soul, empty, yet hopeful. She’s a fool. There is no hope.
What is hope anyway?
“I wasn’t sure where we were going, so if you need me to change, I will.”
Her concern is strangely endearing, and I nod toward her usual chair.
“You are dressed appropriately. Now eat.”
She is almost apologetic as she gingerly takes the seat at one end of the table, opposite Matteo’s usual one and beside Giorgio. I sit between Giorgio and Matteo. I used to sit where she is now. Once again, this is a change I am not happy about. It has been the three of us since we came here. For too many years now, and it’s setting me on edge knowing there are four of us now.
