(Filippo Valentini)
"Thank you," I thank her, taking the cell phone from her hand, she says nothing, just takes the dishes from the table and puts them in the sink. "Fratello!"
"Where have I been calling and you haven't answered for three days?" Matteo shouts on the other end of the line in English, if he is talking to me like that, it is because he is not alone, probably our mother, or his wife, is nearby.
"Sleeping," I answered.
"Sleeping," he repeats my answer ironically, and I smile as I imagine the face my brother must be making right now. Matteo is the most serious of the three brothers, he hates jokes, he thinks they are a waste of time. " Ah, so the sleeping beauty got a little kiss after three days and woke up, what a cute thing," he says ironically, Matteo may not be a joker, but irony is with him.
"I was shot," I clarify before he gets even more upset with me, it is not a good idea to make him angry.
"And since when is a shot capable of taking down a Valentini, dammit! Are you kidding with my face, sciocco! - "idiot". - You've taken a lot more than that and you've never been unconscious for so long."
"As mamma says, I'm getting old, fratello," I say, getting up, a slight dizziness hits me, I sit down again, what the hell!
"The house of thirty is still young, sciocco! I'm almost in my fifties and I'm still young! Don't do this anymore, your famiglia cares about you."
"I didn't do it intentionally, my body wanted to rest, I can't even remember the last time I could sleep through the night," I speak sincerely.
I look forward and Renata is staring at me, I smile at her, and she keeps still, something is wrong.
"Vincenzo and I are going to stay at your place," she says, making me stop smiling.
"Why?"
"I have arranged an alliance with Onore, our cousin Giovanna will marry the future Don from there."
"When are you coming?"
"Next week."
"Wouldn't you rather go to a hotel?" I suggest, hoping he won't find it strange. "That way you can..."
"Don't you want your brothers in your house?"
"Exactly!" - I answer mentally, I can't let them know that there is a woman - who is not my fiancée - sharing the same roof as me.
"It's not that, of course I want you here, I just thought it would be an opportunity for you to get to know each other better..."
"Come see us on Monday," Matteo cuts me off and hangs up the phone.
I run my hand through my hair, shit, my mind is boiling, I need to get Renata out of here soon, but without her suspecting that I am hiding her. I sleep for a few days and wake up with even more problems. My investigation with Onore has not yet borne fruit, I want to know their relationship with Tiago's stronzo and Veronica's puttana, and now my cousin will marry one of them and they will become allies of my brothers. It will be harder for me to get my hands on them, I can't harm Matteo's business.
"Cazzo!" I shout angrily, closing my hand into a fist and slamming it hard on the table, completely forgetting Renata's presence.
"Is there a problem?" She asks, reminding me of her presence.
In my mind a list of all the problems are listed, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I am really feeling old.
I hear the sound of her footsteps and look at her approaching image, she stands behind me, her hands land on my shoulders starting to massage them, her hands are firm and soft, they know perfectly where to squeeze, in a short time I feel more relaxed.
I hold her back with one hand and with the other I hold her hips, I lower my head to the curve of her neck, inhaling her soft smell, she is wearing a lavender scented perfume.
I start a trail of wet kisses, starting at her collarbone, and as I go up, I feel her skin shiver on contact with my lips. Renata closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side giving me more access to the warm soft skin of her neck. I roll the tip of my nose over her jaw and go to the corner of her mouth, she opens her lips, breathing deeply, I pull away and look at her eyes opening slowly, her pupils dilating, her gaze is clouded by desire, I bring my hand to the back of her neck and caress her, we may not have had sex yet, but I already know a lot of her body's reactions and I know how much she likes to caress the back of her neck.
Her hands squeeze my shoulders, I slowly bring our mouths closer, she closes her eyes, I make a light brush of my lips on hers and then move away, I smile when I see her opening her eyes quickly staring at me angrily, one of her hands goes up to my neck and her fingers tangle in my hair, she forces my head towards her and her lips stick to mine.
I open my mouth and our tongues meet, a demanding kiss begins, she licks my lower lip and I bite hers, she pulls the hair on the back of my neck, I squeeze her hips tighter, I insert my hand in her blouse and delight myself on her naked breasts, it's wonderful to touch them without the damn bra.
Without unbuckling our lips, she gets up from my lap placing me between her legs and sitting down again, but now on top of my erection, I pull with more strength her hair from the nape of her neck making her move away, I observe with lust her lips swollen with the kiss, I lower my attention to my hand holding her breast under her blouse. I take my hand from the nape of her neck and lift her blouse, the swollen nipples make my mouth salivate, without blinking, I fall into her right breast, sucking it greedily while I massage the other one with my hand. Their moans are timid, but it's enough to encourage me to lick and suck their breasts as if they were the best thing in the world.
I hear her gasp with my wet tongue circling all over her areola, I go to the other breast and once again she takes a deep breath, I feel her body shiver on mine. I start to give wet kisses between the valley of her breasts and record in my mind every shy moan she lets out.
I pull away from her breasts and watch with delight as her face flushes with excitement. Her mouth ajar, her breathing shallow.
"Beautiful," I compliment her, and she smiles, but in fractions of a second her smile falls apart. "What 's wrong?"
"No, nothing," she answers, forcing a smile.
I look into her eyes and she looks away, biting her lips, the reaction of someone who wants to say something but doesn't know how.
"If you want to tell me something, just say it."
She stares at me for a long second, the hesitation in her gaze making all the blood in my dick rush back to my head. Oh, shit! Once again getting in the way. I can't think of anything for her reaction.
"The problem is with... your children?"
Hello? Children?