Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I shrug and smile a little. “It would be worth it.”
There’s a long silence, my heart pounding harder as it continues. Finally, Matteo takes my hand. “If this is what you really want, Dani…” I nod when he pauses. “Then we must give it a try.”
Giovanni looks at his brothers. “I have the evening off from the restaurant. We can drive into Naples, rent a room for the night.”
Neither Matteo nor Fiero looks enthused about Giovanni joining them in the relationship, but their brother has them boxed in with his point about it being my choice.
I float on air during the few short hours before we leave for Naples.
One of the men tells Signora Bestia that we’re taking an overnight trip to Capri. I don’t like the idea of the deceit, but it’s definitely preferable to her knowing the truth.
The mood is quiet and maybe a little tense as we set off. After several minutes, Giovanni breaks the silence with a light tone. “So, is everyone ready for tonight?”
His question is met with more silence until Matteo says, “I actually did some research online.” Next to him on the back seat, Fiero arches a brow. “Some men enjoy … watching,” Matteo continues. “They get off on the watching.”
“I intend to actively participate,” Fiero asserts quickly, eliciting a chuckle from Giovanni and triggering a thrill of pleasure from somewhere deep inside me.
In contrast to most of my days in Italy, when time has passed quickly, the ride to Naples seems to take forever.
We arrive at a tall building on a narrow city street at the edge of a hillside. I hadn’t given much thought to what the hotel would be like. I suppose I might have pictured something seedy, to match with Fiero’s comment about porn film sex. The hotel’s facade isn’t very impressive, but inside it’s grand and expensive-looking.
Matteo and Fiero don’t go to the front desk with Giovanni and me, and we opt to carry our own bags, rather than using a bellman. Our room is on the top floor, and though I really don’t care much about what the hotel offers aside from privacy and a bed, I can’t help but be drawn out onto the terrace, which offers a view of the city, the bay, and Mt. Vesuvius.
The men follow me out, and the four of us stand together at the rail as the lights glitter beneath us in the darkness. Matteo shifts to stand behind me, wraps his arms around me, and asks, “Are you ready for us?”
Sweetness
Back inside, Giovanni pours each of us a glass of Prosecco and offers a toast. “All'avventura, to adventure.”
The men clink their glasses against mine, and my stomach feels bubblier than the big gulp of sparkling wine I swallow. There’s a mix of nerves and excitement swirling around inside me, ready for some kind of release.
Even though I’ve thought about it – so many times – I don’t actually know how things will go, and I don’t know if the men are really going to be okay with it.
Matteo and Fiero have already downed their glasses, and Matteo is pouring refills.
Our suite has a desk, a dining table, and a sitting area in the main space. When I wander into the bedroom to look around, Giovanni follows me. “Have you done this before, Dani?”
I spin around to face him, surprised by his question. “No. Have you?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No.”
“I don’t even know exactly how this is supposed to work.”
“Well,” he says, moving behind me and wrapping his arms around me, “I think it starts something like this.” He lays a kiss at the top of my cheek near my hairline, then several more, in a trail down toward my neck, where he brushes my hair away.
My body melts against his, the nearness of him much more intoxicating than the Prosecco.
I’m facing the door, and through low-lidded eyes, see that Fiero has come in. I smile at him and hold out a hand, inviting him to come closer, and to my joy and relief, he does.
Stepping in front of me, not seeming to pay any attention to the fact that his brother is nibbling at my neck, Fiero cups my chin in his hand and brings his lips to mine – first for a sample, and then a longer taste as I smile against his mouth and purr with pleasure at his kiss.
Hands slide across my hips, and it’s exciting that I’m not even sure whose hands they are. Fiero deepens the kiss and steps in closer, pressing his body into mine, sandwiching me between him and Giovanni.
When I moan at the heat and strength of their bodies against mine, their movements intensify, Fiero kissing me harder and Giovanni sinking his teeth into the flesh between my neck and shoulder.