“Luca! Fuck me.” I didn’t even care who heard me beg.
“I’ve never gone bare before,” Luca admitted, as he prowled towards me.
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Luca! Stop talking. Start fucking.”
“Yes, ma’am.” With one hard thrust, Luca pushed inside me and within minutes had me seeing stars.
“Elise! Elise!” Luca called my name, squeezing my hand.
“What?” I growled. The last thing I enjoyed was having my daydreams interrupted. Especially when they were as good as this one.
“You’re dripping ice cream…”
Glancing down at my shirt, I saw the thick white lines of ice cream dripped across my boobs. I was a damn mess. “Shit!”
“Someone was off with the fairies,” Bryce taunted as I tried to mop up the mess with a pile of napkins.
“Give her a break, Bryce. Elise didn’t get much sleep last night,” Luca defended me.
“I’m sure she didn’t.” Bryce chuckled, winking at me.
“That’s enough, Bryce.” Luca’s tone was full of warning and left no room for misinterpretation.
“I’m fine. Just thinking,” I added, trying to put a stop to their testosterone show.
“You sure?” Luca whispered.
“Absolutely.”
“Love you,” he said so easily it sounded like something he let slip every day for the past ten years before grabbing my hand and kissing the inside of my wrist, sending a shiver down my spine as my heart melted just like the ice cream covering my shirt.
Chapter Twenty-Nine – Luca
I’d been at Mum’s place for twenty minutes, and I was already regretting not being able to convince Elise to join me. I mean, I understood that after an impromptu trip to Melbourne and missing a day at work she had shit to do, but I wanted her here. She was part of the family now, at least in my eyes. She should have to be subjected to family dinner.
Haven’t you had that baby yet, Ari?” I teased, earning me a playful slap from Mum and a smug smirk from Ari’s husband Josh. “If you don’t stop being an arse, I’m going to have my baby on the backseat of your car,” she threatened.
“Children!” Mum chided, flicking the tea towel at me.
“Sorry, Mum,” we both grumbled in unison.
“Where’s Elise?” Izzy asked, joining me at the kitchen bench.
“Home. She had shit to do so couldn’t make it,” I explained.
“So you invited her then?” Izzy confirmed.
“Yeah?”
“Ari, you owe me fifty bucks.”
“Wait! What?”
“Ari and I had a bet that Elise would be at family dinner sooner or later.”
