“I was like a quarter decent at best. None of us were good.”
“Please tell me there’s a video of this.” Luca’s got a shit-eating grin on his face.
Lil nods. “Oh yeah, there’s lots of video. We should watch it tonight. And the road trip! Why hasn’t Luca watched any of this stuff yet, Ari?”
“So many reasons, Lil. So many embarrassing reasons.”
She turns in her seat. “Luca, did we ever tell you about the time I gave us both haircuts in the second grade?”
“No.” The dimples show up, and I have to remind myself to look at the road and not his smiling face in the rearview mirror.
I groan. “Those damn pixie cuts. Right before picture day. They made mom cry, and we looked like the lost boys for a whole year.”
Anthony chuckles and says, “I think we’re going to have to bust out some photo albums.” I groan again.
Luca’s mom doesn’t come down for dinner, which is too bad for her because Becca made chicken and mushroom fettuccini Alfredo with French bread, even though it’s supposed to be her night off. It earns her a kiss on the cheek because it’s one of my favorite meals. I dish up a big serving, then add a very small spoonful of broccoli to my plate.
“Nope.” Luca grabs it out of my hands and adds like three full spoonfuls of the green shit, then gives it back while staring into my soul. “All of that, Ari.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You’re so bossy.” But I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him lightly on the cheek. He’s taking this whole ‘my job is to keep you safe, happy, and healthy’ thing adorably seriously, and honestly, I love it. Just like I love when he carries me around.
“Ha ha!” Lil points and laughs at me but her grin turns to a frown when Luca shovels more broccoli onto her plate, too. “Hey!”
“You, too, Lil.”
“She’s right, you are bossy,” Lil says with a pout.
“All three of us are bossy.” Luca’s plate is like half broccoli.
Lil glares at her veggies. “True. How in the hell do we all get along so well?”
“Don’t question it, Lil. Just roll with it.” I head for the table, already planning to sneak my broccoli onto Luca’s plate when he’s not looking.
Chapter 65
I don't think this is regulated bowling alley usage
Luca
After dinner, everyone scatters to find photo albums and whatnot.
I grab Ariana’s hand, and we sneak down to the bowling alley. As soon as the door closes behind us, her tongue is in my mouth, and I’m dragging her pants off while she’s unzipping mine.
“Fuck, I haven’t gotten to touch you enough today,” I growl. I lift her ass onto the table, and then I’m inside her. We both moan as I slide in easily. She’s so wet and ready.
It’s hard and fast. Desperate. My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust my cock into her sweet pussy. Her nails dig into my back, and she whimpers as she barrels toward her orgasm. Burying her head against my neck, I feel her lips and teeth on my skin. It’s just this side of painful. The side that intensifies the pleasure instead of distracts from it.Fuck.She knows what I like. I groan, lost in her.
Lost in the little gasps that leave her lips every time my hips snap forward, and I fill her again. Lost in the feel of her heels digging into my ass. Lost in the way she moans my name like afucking prayer only I can hear. Lost in how perfectly she takes my cock. I don’t think I could stop if someone walked in right now. When she shatters, I follow right behind her.
On legs that feel like they’re made of jelly, I wrap my arms around her and hold her while our breathing and heartbeats slowly return to normal.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day long,” she whispers into my neck.
“Me, too.”
When my cock slips free, I take a step back. “Your cunt is so goddamned pretty. Especially with my cum leaking out of it.” I drag a finger through our combined releases and spread it around her clit. Her breath catches, and she moans. Circling her clit, putting pressure exactly where I know she needs it, I lean in. “Give me one more, Minx,” I say against her ear, sending a shudder through her whole body.
“Luca,” she whines.
