It caused my hips to jerk forward, but I kept her steady on the desk as I drove her higher and higher, my cock pulsing, my balls slapping. She was making crazed noises. Noises that spoke to the animal inside of me—feeding me and denying me at the same time. I was as crazed as she was. Together, we were making love but fucking as if we were two wild animals that could not be separated, or we would die.
“That is it,” I coaxed her in Italian. “Move with me, Amora.”
She tightened around me and I growled, fighting the animal to hold back. I stilled inside of her before my hips came forward with a jolt that would have sent her flying off the desk if my hold on her hadn’t been sound.
“I can’t hold on. Please!”
“Come to me, Amora,” I ordered. “Come to me now!”
She quaked around my cock with a shaky,ah, ah ahhhh!, and I exploded inside of her with a sound that ripped from my chest. She rested her head against my heart after, her breaths fanning over my neck. I rested my chin on her head, closing my eyes to the fucking dizziness. I had never experienced that before her. Not even with more than one woman at once.
This woman was every woman in the world to me.
She wasthewoman who fed and controlled my finally roaring lion.
It walked after her as if she had only a kitten on a leash, though the lion needed no such thing. It just followed her wherever she went.
“Rocco,” she whispered.
I peeked one eye open at her.
She laughed. “That good for you, too, huh?”
“If you are not careful,” I said, breathing her in, “you will kill me.”
She laughed softly in my arms, and when she met my eye again, it grew in pitch. I had forgot about the ridiculous fucking hat. But her laughter had stirred something inside of me. My laughter followed behind hers. Her hooks had been trembling with the force of my thrusts. I was still hard inside of her, my cock needing more, always needing more of her, and her laughter turned into a wanting sound.
“I’m feeling it again.” She moaned. “When you laugh. Your…cockis rubbing against all the already sensitive nerves inside of me.”
The wordcockfrom her sweet mouth sent me on the hunt again.
Flinging the hats off our heads, I started moving inside of her again, shutting out the world, until I cleaned her up and she went back to her party, dazed and walking slowly. I changed my clothes, meeting my brothers for the fishing expedition, dazed and walking slowly as well.
Sans fucking hat.
The spiral metal staircase behindCastello Sul Maretrembled with the weight of the men, but it did not make a sound as we all took them to reach the dock. We were sizable men, but we walked quietly, in order of our births. Even on this island, where we were allowed to be set loose from most of our rules, hierarchy was so ingrained in us, we all automatically fell in line.
The sun blazed and ricocheted off the water in blinding sparks. My sunglasses still smelled of my Amora, when she had worn them for the ride with my father. It helped shade my eyes, but not fully. My skin felt hot to touch, but as she had said, it was breathing in the salt air and sighing at the feel of it. Sweat drippeddown my face, and as soon as I stepped foot on the dock, I removed my t-shirt and stretched my shoulders. My feet were bare, and the wood underneath my soles was warm. All the men were doing the same, as if we were stretching after an extended hibernation.
None of the men more so than me.
It was as if my heart had stopped and then restarted, forcing air through my lungs, and my first hit of it was as clean as the sea.
The dock stretched the entire length of the back of thecastello, though the only way to thecastellowas up the spiral staircase. Loungers and Adirondack chairs were placed here and there, and a fire pit sat in the center of both sides. Half of the dock was used for fishing, with all the gear lined up. A boat was tied to that side to take passengers further out to fish. It bobbed up and down with the sway of the sea. The other half was mostly used for jumping off to swim.
Papà, two of my uncles, all of my brothers, my sons and nephews, along with Mac and his sons, Saverio, Salvatore, and Renzo, all spread out in different directions. Papà claimed an Adirondack, growling some as he sat down, his two brothers following suit. Brando went straight for the fishing gear. Dario helped Romeo stock the outside solarfrigorifero. The dock was also equipped with a cooking station. Mac stood next to me. Our eyes were on all the sons. It did not take them long to jump into the water, coming up after like water dogs shaking off the droplets.
“Woo!” Maestro howled, coming up for air, the sea sending him forward with its push as he wiped his face.
Brando and I glanced in Papà’s direction at the same time out of habit. Even that simple of a reaction could cause him to act if he did not feel it was appropriate. We were men, and we acted accordingly to the rules men in our family followed. However, this island was neutral ground. We did not have to wear suits as we normally did, unless it was evening and we dined at one of the fine restaurants, or at church. Papà had taken off his shirt and was wearing swim shorts. He watched his grandsonsand his grandsons of the heart—Saverio, Salvatore, and Renzo—from behind dark sunglasses. He ran a hand through his mostly silver hair as he took a slow drink of the coldbirraRomeo had handed him.
As usual, Romeo was in control of the music. He announced to everyone that he had put together a playlist for my stag party. It was mostly American music that he had been turned onto after Brando and Scarlett became a part of our lives. Romeo had even learned how to play the guitar and tried lending his voice to country music songs, his favorite. He and my nephew, Mariano, had this in common.
“Romeo!” Dario called.
His head came up from studying his playlist.
“Do you remember the time that American girl said that you were as bad as an STD when it came to getting rid of the thought of you—she wassoin love with you, she could not stop thinking of you.”
