Page 50 of Winter
“The thing I don’t get,” she stepped away from his arms, “is why? There was no sign. No warning. One day we were fine, the next you were done. Finished.”
Olly’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t trust me.” He sat back onto the couch and leaned forward, his head in his hands. She waited, not speaking. Eventually he looked up and sighed.
“I guess I don’t blame you for that. Tyler said I’d have to prove myself. I messed up. I started to believe what my dad had always said about me—I wasn’t good enough. Not enough for you.”
She shook her head, bewildered. “But none of that came from me … did it? Did I make you feel like that?”
Olly looked startled. “No. No, of course not. Damn, Inca. I don’t know what I was thinking. The second the words came out of my mouth I wanted to take them back. But I knew that if I caved, if I let myself feel that loss, I couldn’t do it. I needed to let you go.”
There was a long silence. Inca wiped the tears from her face. “You have to understand, Olly, my heart won’t take it again. Not from you. Not again. I’d rather it ended now, today, than relive that pain ever again.”
He was staring at her now, the horror of understanding in his eyes. “I broke you.”
Inca took a deep breath in and returned his gaze steadily. “Yes, Olly. You did.”
Olly flinched, then nodded slowly, his face etched with pain. “Tell me. Tell me how to make it better.”
She touched his face. “You can’t. I can’t be any more than a friend to you now,” she said simply. “I’m sorry, Olly.”
He nodded. “It’s okay. Really. I made my bed.”
Inca sighed and looked away, thinking of Tommaso—and Raffaelo. “And I made mine.”
Tommaso watchedthem from outside the Sakura and his eyes hardened. That damn cop … he had known Olly still had feelings for Inca, and now it looked like he was declaring himself to her. Would she think it was easier to go back to her old life?
Tommaso knew he would rather die than let her go—but he couldn’t help feeling that his ill-timed joke earlier had exacerbated this latest bump in the road.
Except … it wasn’t a joke, was it? The thought of your woman and your brother turns you on …
Tommaso pushed the thought away. For right now, he couldn’t take his eyes off the cop with Inca— he obviously still had feelings for her.
Tommaso smiled grimly and turned away from the view. He suddenly saw Nancy across the street watching him and he saluted sarcastically before getting back into his car. He regretted the rude gesture almost immediately, but his mind was filled with a plan. Olly Rosenbaum had missed his chance with Inca. Now it was time he realized it.
Raffaelo was alonewhen Inca came home that evening. “Where’s Tommaso?” Inca asked him as she took off her coat.
“No idea.”
There was an awkward silence before Raffaelo sighed. “Look … Inca, I’ve decided to go back to Italy.”
Pain ripped through Inca then, and she sat down heavily. “Why?”
Raffaelo sat with her and took her hands. “You know why. We cannot go on like this. I think we both need some distance from each other; it’s not fair on Tommaso that I …we… feel the way we do.”
Inca’s eyes filled with tears and he cradled her face in his palm. “You need space to figure out how you feel.”
Inca nodded but closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. The thought of not seeing Raffaelo every day made her feel sick. “I’ll miss you,” she whispered, and then felt his lips against hers just briefly, sweet and soft. She opened her eyes and gazed at him. His light green eyes, so like Tommaso’s, were soft, full of love and, not thinking, she went into his arms, her mouth seeking his hungrily.
It was inevitable then. As they tumbled to the floor, Raffaelo’s hand was under her dress, pulling down her panties; Inca’s hands was at his fly, freeing his thickening cock from his underwear; and then he was inside her. They made love slowly, as if drinking each other in, knowing they would soon be parted, clinging to each other, eyes locked. Raffaelo’s thick, long cock drove deeper and deeper into her with each thrust and when he came, she reveled in the feeling of his hot, thick cum filling her, shooting hard into her belly.
“I love you,” she whispered, knowing the absolute truth of her words, and he nodded, his eyes filled with love and pain.
“Anche io ti amo, la mia bella Inca.”I love you too, my beautiful Inca.
Inca’s tears fell then, and she wrapped her legs and arms around him, never wanting to let him go. “Oh God, Raff. What are we going to do?”
Raffaelo buried his face in her neck and she felt his tears too. “I don’t know,mio caro.I don’t know.”
Outside of the room, Tommaso watched them making love and kissing and felt … he couldn’t distinguish his rage from his desire, nor his betrayal from a sense of inevitability. He knew, without doubt, that Inca loved him, Tommaso, but now it was clear that she had the same feelings for Raffaelo. He wanted both to kill them and to join them in their lovemaking. He debated going into the room, telling them he’d seen them, but no. He had a plan now and this could wait. If Raff was going away, it would give him and Inca time to renew their relationship. He could forgive her this misstep—couldn’t he?
