“I’m on my way, Ma. I’m just running a few minutes late.”
“Busy night last night?” she asks on the other end of the phone as I step into the hallway to lock my door.
Bianca’s standing in front of her door with her back to me, but she glances over her shoulder for a moment.
“Hey, baby,” I say, loving the way her yoga pants hug her every curve.
“Who are you talking to?” Ma asks, but I ignore her.
“Hey.” She smiles and turns back around.
“Staying in today?” I’m totally checking out her ass, and it’s banging in those pants.
She turns again, catching me checking out her ass. “I have a chapter to write today. I’m chained to the keyboard yet again.” She sighs. “The words just aren’t coming like they usually do.”
“Vinnie, who are you talking to?” Ma asks again, but this time, she’s louder, almost yelling at me on the other end.
“My girl, Ma. Bianca. She’s my neighbor.”
Bianca blushes. “Don’t tell her that,” she whispers, but there’s still a hint of a smile on her face as if she likes the way that sounded.
“Bring her to dinner.”
“Ma, I don’t think—” I start to say, but Ma cuts me off.
“We want to meet your girl. Bring her, Vinnie. No exceptions or excuses.” Then she hangs up.
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the screen. My mother never hangs up on me. Never. Maybe on my brothers and sister, but not on her little boy and pride and joy.
Bianca turns to face me finally. “What’s wrong?”
“She said I have to bring you to dinner, and then she hung up.”
“I can’t go. I’m a mess. I just worked out, and I’m gross.”
I take a step toward her, moving my eyes down her body. “You’re beautiful. Just like you were in the closet last night.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she glances down at the floor. “You have to stop telling people I’m your girl. You fulfilled your end of the deal.”
I touch her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. I don’t know what she doesn’t understand about this, but bargain or no bargain, I want her. “Do you like me?”
She swallows hard, staring at me with those big brown eyes. “I do, but…”
“No buts. I like you, Bianca, and I already said you’re my girl. I don’t say those words easily or often. So, get in there and do whatever you have to do, but you’re coming with me to family dinner.”
“But my work…”
“It’ll be there later. Maybe I’ll even give you a little inspiration when we get back.” I smirk.
I love helping her with her work, especially when it ends with her in my lap, riding me like I’m her favorite stud.
She eyes me for a second before sighing. “Meeting your parents is a big step. It’s a little soon for that, Vinnie.”
“I met your entire family last night.”
She narrows her eyes because she knows I’m right and she’s grasping at straws. I’m not leaving this hallway until she’s at my side. There’s no way I’ll walk into my mother’s without Bianca, because my mother would lose her shit. And a mad Betty isn’t fun.
“I need ten minutes.”
“Take as long as you want. I’ll wait.” I turn her body toward her door when she doesn’t move, just stands there, blinking at me. “I’ll just read while I wait.”
She mumbles under her breath as she unlocks the door, but I can’t make out exactly what she says. She drops her keys on the kitchen counter, still talking to herself, before she disappears into the bedroom.
I grab a book off the coffee table before relaxing into her couch. The very place she came in my lap only a few days ago. The sounds and smells of that night come flooding back as I crack open the paperback somewhere in the middle to kill some time.
I read the first sentence on some random page, finishing the entire page quickly. I glance toward Bianca’s bedroom before flipping the book closed, keeping my finger inside it to hold my page, and stare at the cover. The book looks innocent enough, but what’s inside is anything but.
Is this what Bianca’s into? Does she have some secret fantasy about being kidnapped and used? I think it’s every man’s fantasy. I don’t know a guy alive who wouldn’t mind being held captive and made to repeatedly fuck people until they orgasm. But never in a million fucking years did I think Bianca was into this kind of thing.
I open the book again and continue, wondering if the book should be turning me on as much as it is. I’m adjusting my cock, so totally immersed in the scene, I don’t even hear Bianca walk back into the living room.
“What are you reading?” She tries to take the book from my hands, but I hold on tight.
I don’t look up, just stare at the page, having to know how the scene ends. “Shush. It’s getting good.”
“Is it? I haven’t read it yet. A friend sent it to me and said it was dark.”
“Uh-huh. I feel dirty liking it.”
She giggles and ruffles my hair. “Ah, it’s a mindfuck book.”
I tip my head back, staring up at her and seeing nothing but tits above my face, which does fuck-all to help the situation in my pants. “A what?”
“Something that fucks with your head. You know you shouldn’t like it, but you do. And for that, you feel so dirty and wrong.”
“I’m there, baby. So there. Take your time. But if you take too long, we’re not making it out of the house without you putting your tits in my face while I read this book.”
She giggles again, and my cock twitches, begging for something…anything. It takes all my resistance not to chase after her when she jiggles her tits above me before running back to her bedroom.
“Tease!” I yell out.
“Am not!”
She’s not a tease, but fuck, the girl hasn’t even laid a hand on my cock, let alone let me slide between her sweet thighs. She’s had two amazing orgasms—whether or not she wants to admit to that, I know for sure it’s true. While I had one in my pants just from the friction of her beautiful cunt and my sweat pants.
I can’t stop turning the pages, my mouth hanging open. I don’t know how much time passes before she steps back into the living room and clears her throat.
“I’m ready. Are we going?”
I hold up a finger, finishing the last words on the page. “One sec.”
She pulls the book from my hand, and I groan, needing to know what’s going to happen next. “Take the book home and finish it,” she tells me with a smirk. “I didn’t know you liked to read so much.”
“Fuck. I didn’t either.” I motion for her to give the book back. “But I want to finish it and yours too.”
“Is Vinnie Gallo a secret romance lover?”
“Shut your mouth. Don’t you dare tell anyone.”
She places her hands on her hips and smiles. “What do I get to keep my mouth shut?”
“All the orgasms you want.” It’s a win-win for me.
Her orgasms will probably lead to mine. At least, I hope to fuck, someday they will.
She moves her head from side to side like she has to think about what I’m offering as I stalk toward her. “That could work.”
I pull her against me, letting her feel my cock that’s begging for her. “Baby, you know you love the way I make you come, and I haven’t even buried my cock so deep inside you that you can’t breathe.”
“I…”
“Shh.” I place my finger against her lips. “Imagine the kind of pleasure I can deliver when using my entire arsenal. Let that sink in.”
Her lips part behind my fingers, and she lets out a long, shaky breath with her eyes locked on mine. “We better go,” she whispers.
“If my mother weren’t waiting, I’d…” I can’t even finish the sentence. It’s too dirty, and my cock’s too hard.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “Don’t say it, or I won’t want to leave.”
From her lips to God’s ears. I already don’t want to leave, and it’s my family we’re going to see. I drop my eyes to her breasts. Even covered by a T-shirt, they’re begging for my touch, my lips. “I want you tonight. I’m sick of waiting.”
“I need to work,” she reminds me, using it as an excuse.
“I’ll be your inspiration. Call it research.”
A small smile spreads across her face.
I’ve got this one in the bag. No one meets my family and doesn’t fall immediately in love with them.