Page 16 of Her Italian Wedding (Sweet Treats 9)

The two men share amazed looks before turning to me once more with awe.

“We’ll be happy to help you practice,” Matteo grins. “As much as you like.”

“We’re more than excited to be of service,” adds Domenico with a wolfish grin. “How about right now, in fact?”

At the moment, I’m already soaked in their seed, and my little hole is quite trashed. Yet, at their words, the tingle begins again. I want to be with these men no matter what happens, and with a happy smile, I nod.

“Of course, boys. I’d love to show you how Americans like to play,” is my saucy coo. With that, it’s on. I begin to tease the handsome Italians, and in return, they begin to please me. How did life become so perfect? I’ll never know, even as I count my lucky stars.

8

Domenico

It’s been three weeks since we met Melissa, and the girl has blown away our preconceptions about Americans. We thought she’d speak with a near-unintelligible twang. We thought she might arrive wearing a cowboy hat and matching boots, with maybe a couple of spurs thrown in.

But instead, Melissa is the opposite. She’s lush, curvy, gorgeous and so intelligent. She knows a lot, and part of it has to do with her upbringing. Living in a group home wasn’t easy, and being a teen girl with no adults in her life must have been difficult.

For example, we talked a bit about her mentor, Shoshanna.

“So when Shoshanna introduced you to Dads and Daughters, what did you think?” I ask slowly. “Were you horrified? Excited? Aghast?”

Melissa looks thoughtful for a moment.

“I was careful,” she begins. “Shoshanna had already told me about the group, so I wasn’t shocked by what we do. But still, it’s one thing to talk about it, and another to actually come to a Lodge and meet the men.”

Matteo nods, his blue eyes unreadable.

“But did you feel that Shoshanna was pimping you out?” he asks slowly. “After all, she was an older girl ‘recruiting’ for the club. Didn’t that strike you as being a bit unconventional?”

Melissa shoots us a wry look.

“Do you mean, was I skeeved out?” she asks. “No, not really. You see, Shoshanna was my guardian angel at the group home. I was just a middle school girl when I arrived, and she looked out for me. It’s like having a big sister show you the ropes. Shoshanna made sure the other kids treated me with respect, and that I didn’t get bullied. I worshipped her.”

I nod.

“Yes, but don’t you think that colored your perception of Dads and Daughters?”

Melissa thinks for a moment and nods.

“Yes, of course. Shoshanna was in it, and as a result, I wanted to be a member of Dads and Daughters as well. But she’s a good woman,” Melissa says firmly. “We’re girls who didn’t have many choices. We had no families, no money, no education, and no nothing. Shoshanna did the best she could, and she looked out for me too. She lives in Florida now with her husband and kids, and you would never guess that she used to be an orphan, much less a member of Dads and Daughters.”

My friend and I nod.

“We’d like to meet her sometime.”

Melissa grins.

“I’d love for you guys to meet her too,” is her saucy reply. “Shoshanna can give as good as she gets, so be prepared. She lives near Disney World. Have you heard of that before? Maybe if we go to visit her, we can also swing by the happiest place on Earth.”

Matteo and I smile at the pretty brunette.

“Disney has a EuroDisney theme park in France, but we’ve never been,” I say drolly. “Maybe going to the source will be even better.”

“Of course it will!” exclaims Melissa. “Mickey Mouse and Goofy speak English, and it’ll be good to hear them in their native tongues. Not that French isn’t awesome of course, but Mickey has a particularly squeaky voice that can’t be duplicated except in English.”

We look fondly at her.

“Of course not, cara. Do you speak French?”

She shakes her head, those cheeks blushing prettily.

“No. Like most Americans, I only speak one language: English. I can understand some Spanish, and even some Mandarin Chinese, but not much else.”

I stare at her, amazed.

“Mandarin? But how?”

The curvy girl shrugs.

“Well, the club is expanding. They haven’t opened any lodges in China, but some of the materials we buy are manufactured overseas. It’s helpful to understand what the vendors are saying. Of course, I can’t really understand them, but I can pick up a few snippets here and there, and that’s enough to put the fear of God in them.”

Matteo and I stare at her nonplussed.

“You’ve been helping out with development?” he asks. “Since when?”

Melissa shrugs nonchalantly.

“Oh, since maybe about a year ago. I know that only dads are supposed to take care of “business,” but after my Lodge realized that I had a good head for languages, they put me in charge of vendor contracts. Sounds important, doesn’t it?” she asks cheekily. “It’s almost like a real job.”

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