Page 60 of Secret Baby of the Don

I licked my lips and just nodded, letting her believe that if she wanted to. All I could do was look at her mouth, want to know how she tasted with liquor on her breath. The whiskey in my veins wasn’t doing much, since it was just one drink, so I couldn’t blame how I felt on it.

“Rocco,” she said.

I was barely listening. “Hmm?”

“I want you to stay,” she said quietly.

My gaze went from her mouth to her eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart skipping several beats.

She looked away. “I mean, I think Matteo needs us both. At least for a little while longer.”

I sighed. “I don’t know, Allegra. It’s…it’s hard.”

“What’s hard?”

“Being around you. Watching you go out, bring guys around…that’s not something I’m looking forward to.”

Allegra looked back at me. “I don’t know if I can watch you bring women around, either,” she said quietly, her brown eyes full of emotions that I couldn’t name. Allegra could be so cold when she was angry, but ran so hot at the same time. It had always been hard for me to gauge her moods, and it was even worse now that we’d been apart for ten years.

“Why?” I asked her.

“Same reason as you,” she said confidently. “It’s just…I’m possessive, even though we’re not together.”

“Do you think there’s a reason for that?” I asked.

Allegra swallowed hard. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “All I know is that I want you right here, right where we made love the first time.”

I groaned. “Don’t say that,stellina.”

“Then don’t call mestellina,” she argued. “See? We’re bad at this, Rocco. We’re bad at just being friends.”

I sighed, laughing a little. “I guess we’ll just have to practice at it.”

“Does that mean that we can’t hook up right now?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Hell no,” I answered, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her deeply. Allegra and I were bad at being friends, but we weren’t bad at this. As I laid her down on the grass, I remembered the first time we’d done this.

We’d been arguing the first few hours while we were out, but of course it’d ended up with us making out hot and heavy at the creek. Every time we got this worked up, I’d push her away, but that night Allegra was all over me, kissing along my neck, rolling her hips into my lap.

“You’ve got to stop,stellina,” I warned her, but instead she kept at it, sucking marks onto my throat. I gasped and rocked up beneath her, my hardness meeting her core in the little sundress she was wearing. “If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to stop,” I warned.

“Don’t want you to stop,” she murmured.

I grabbed hold of her ponytail, pulled her away from me so that I could look into her eyes. “You’re ready?” I asked, and she purred out a “yes.” She kissed me again and I moaned into her mouth, hard and aching for her. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’m sure, Rocco. Please,” she moaned, rolling her hips against me once again.

I flipped her over in the grass, bunching her dress around her hips. She spread her thighs wide and when I slid into her, she made the smallest sound of pain in the back of her throat. “Did I hurt you?” I asked her, my voice shaking, but she shook her head.

“Not much,” she said. “Keep going, it feels good. You feel so good, Rocco.”

My head was spinning from the wine we’d been drinking and lust, and I rocked into her slowly, steadily, my orgasm building in my lower abdomen.

It had been over before I’d wanted it to be, but whenever I thought back on that night, I didn’t think of sliding inside her, or the orgasm I’d had. I remembered her head on my shoulder on the way home, how I’d had my hand high up on her thigh. It was the most perfect night, and sometimes in prison I dreamed about it. Now, the memories of the past and hopes for the future were all converging together, and I was ready to recreate that night, make it one for her to remember. Because every time with Allegra, it could be the last time.

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ALLEGRA

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