The only answer I can give is with my mouth as it crashes into hers. I’m acting foolish, I know, but I’ll suffer the consequences later.
Her body melts into me as I clutch her hips with growing urgency. The fatigue and stress of the day are a distant memory as she gives herself to me. Rolling us over, I hover above, drinking her in. The moonlight casts us in shadow, but her eyes sparkle. If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re in the middle of aMob’s Seductionlove scene. Unlike the characters, though, Bonnie and I can’t have the happily ever after. This is just an indulgence we both need to satisfy before we go back to our own worlds.
“Stay with me,” she says.
My mind snaps back to her with startling clarity. I have such a finite amount of time with her I refuse to lose a second of it to a wandering mind. My hips lower and roll. We’re both wet already; proof of our chemistry. She threads her hands through my hair, just like last night.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I say.
She bites her lip and stares at me, enough to feel it in my very soul.
We work together, rolling and thrusting. Her breasts rub against me as her body moves. I want to take her nipple in my mouth, but I can’t move. Looking down on her as she takes her pleasure is addictive. It’s not the most adventurous sex, butmio Dio, it feels sublime.
The sounds emanating from our joined bodies are obscene, only adding to the charged tension coiling between us. Sweat forms on my back as I grind and thrust deeper, causing us both to roll our eyes in pleasure. I’m close and Bonnie is too. I know because she’s panting hard and her hands grip my arse with a strength I didn’t know she possessed.
Her body shakes and her muscles tense. I feel the second she tips over and allow myself to follow blindly as we moan into each other’s necks. Pulses of electricity charge through every neuron as I succumb to her. Only when I’ve depleted every last bit of energy, do I collapse. Her arms snake around me and we lay there, breathing hard.
Aware I’m possibly squashing her, I slip to the side. My leg hitches over hers and my head rests on her shoulder. Should I say something, ask what this was, or just enjoy what I can get?
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come in here,” she begins. “I know it was selfish, but I couldn’t stay away, Allegra.”
I like is so much better now she says my name with softness rather than a scathing heat.
“I could have asked you to leave.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I don’t think I could have made the words leave my mouth.” It’s true.
She pulls me closer. “I don’t want to talk this to death. I’m tired of talking about everything within an inch of its life. Can we just enjoy each other while I’m here?”
It’s such a bad idea. One, or probably both, of us are heading for a world of hurt, but just like before, when she stood in front of me undressing, I am powerless to say no.
“We can do that… if you’re sure.” No doubt her fathers had something to say about last night. I hope this isn’t some silly reaction to their disapproval. That would cheapen what we have.
“I’m sure. I want you, Allegra. For as long as I can.”
I nod and kiss the skin above her breast. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
If a few nights are all I have, then I’ll happily forego sleep to show her what she’s come to mean to me.
This mob queen is falling hard. What a shame the landing is going to break me.
25
Bonnie
I’veestablishedI’mnotthe risk-taking type of woman. I choose safety and security every time. It’s served me well in life, so far. I understand how being inclined that way leads to a more solitary life. Quiet and boring, as Pete would say, but I’ve always been okay with that. I still am, as a matter of fact. Books and microwave meals might sound pathetic, but as the adage goes:If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
There are things I could do a little differently, like upgrade my apartment and wardrobe. I’m starting to see the appeal of different fabrics now. So, there is room for growth, but the fundamental things that make me,me,haven’t changed, and won’t in the future. To risk something is to expose yourself. It makes you vulnerable, and it comes down to the fact that nothing and no one has ever made me want to change the way I operate. No one has made me want to expose myself like that…until Allegra.
Now, I’m not saying I’m suddenly going to become a different person. That’s nuts. I’m too anxious and set in my ways for that. But I will dive out of my comfort zone with her—forher, if she wants the same thing. I’ll do it for the time being, anyway. Maybe it helps knowing there is a time limit on my foray into the unknown that makes the decision easier.
It could have been the extensive talk I had in my room with Kelley and Pete that finally won me over to the dark side. Maybe it’s simply that Allegra means more to me than playing it safe, which is crazy considering how we got here. Everything has moved at the speed of light, but I’m not worried, which in itself should probably worry me.
I’ve learned so much about myself in such a small amount of time. Lorenzo, filling in some missing history, began it all. Our conversation became fraught a few times, but he never backed down. He told me all about my mother, my grandparents on both sides, and my other extended family.
I didn’t need it to fill a void or anything. I’ve never felt like I was missing something. It did open me up to a new side of myself, though; one I never thought to question or explore: the person I could have been given different circumstances. It explained parts of my character that lay hidden, or at least dormant, more often than not, and the fiery side that only pops up now and then. My normal, shy demeanour always wins out until I’ve had my fill and explode. That side is my mother, apparently. Facial quirks and mannerisms, I inherited from Lorenzo.
