All Novel Sweet
Chapter 63
Yes, tromping around from cabin to cabin every day was tough…
Eating nothing but canned food wasn’t fun…
And not being able to have a fire sucked. Massimo was afraid that the fires we’d had in the first two places might have attracted unwanted attention, so no more fires to warm ourselves in front of.
Which just meant we had to spend a lot more time in bed, skin to skin… usually with Massimo inside me.
The sex at night was so good it curled my toes just thinking about it.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
And occasionally we fucked outdoors during the day, with him clamping his hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream – a kinky little addition that made me come even harder.
Plus there was this feeling of closeness I’d never experienced with anyone else.
Hell, no one in my life even came close to how much I trusted him.
On our long hikes through the woods, one of the things we talked about was his family.
Dario, the oldest brother and the new don…
Adriano, the hothead who had taken over Florence after the Agrellas’ deaths…
Niccolo, the consigliere…
His fraternal twin Roberto, who handled all the finances…
Valentino, the baby of the family…
And Lars – who wasn’t related by blood, but who everybody treated like a brother after he’d saved Dario’s life in prison.
“Your brother from another mother,” I said.
Massimo laughed. “Exactly.”
He also told me about his new sisters-in-law.
Alessandra, Dario’s wife…
And Bianca, Adriano’s new bride.
He told me all sorts of wild stories connected with the two of them.
About a Turkish gangster who had kidnapped Alessandra because she was the long-lost granddaughter of the family who ran Genoa…
And about a scary Sicilian mobster whom Bianca killed (and in doing so, nearly died herself) when she grabbed the steering wheel and flipped a car going 100 miles per hour.
“Sounds like you have some badass sisters-in-law,” I said in awe.
He nodded. “It’s true, I do.”
He also told me stories about his traitorous uncle and cousin. Fausto and Aurelio had not only conspired to kill Massimo and his brothers, but to turn the rest of the Cosa Nostra against them.
“It certainly worked on Nona and me,” I said, a little frightened by how effective his uncle’s plans had been.
“Thankfully, your grandmother listened to what I had to say.”
“I did, too,” I pouted, wanting my share of the credit.
“And you did, too.” He paused. “…after a bit of persuading.”
“With your cock?” I teased as I reached over and groped him through the front of his jeans.
“Was that what did it?” he asked with a grin.
“Yup. Dick-plomacy.”
He didn’t understand my English pun, so I had to explain it: diplomacy… DICK-plomacy…
Once he got it, he laughed heartily. “I was thinking of tossing you over my shoulder and spanking your ass, but I like ‘dick-plomacy’ better.”
“Well, I do like being spanked… but yeah, I like dick-plomacy better, too,” I agreed.
“Yeah?” he growled.
He stopped walking, turned to face me, and pulled me towards him with his hands on my ass.
“…yeah,” I whispered as I felt his cock getting hard beneath his jeans.
That was one of those times we ended up in a bed of ferns.