Bellissimo Lotta (Beautiful Struggle): Companion Novel to Bellissimo Fortuna (The Family Trilogy Book 2) by Leigh Ann Lunsford Read Free Book Online

water.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you in an hour.”
    He just nods at me and goes back to talking to Callie. I don’t see Bianca; she must have left while I was talking to him. I barely make it to the hallway when I’m pushed against the wall.
    “Leaving so soon?” She purrs, as her hands snake up my chest and around my neck.
    “What the hell, Bianca. Are you trying to unman me? No. More. Ice. Cream.”
    “What about tomorrow night? I’ll let you lick it off me.” I swallow hard, my mouth full of saliva.
    “Tomorrow night?” My voice raises a few octaves. I sound like a pre-pubescent kid.
    “Yep, it’s Bronson’s night in our custody arrangement with Callie. I get her tonight. So since I’ll be all by my lonesome, I took the liberty of booking a suite at The Hyatt in Clearwater. My parents have a business dinner, and I told them I was spending the night with a friend.”
    “You have this all worked out?” I’m not sure this is the smartest decision.
    “I have a few ideas.” She winks at me and retreats back to the room. Temptress.
    “This is going to change everything.” My words stop her. I see the conflicting emotions across her face.
    “It doesn’t have to.”
    “You’ll be mine. I’m not planning on spending all night holding you.”
    “You can claim me all you want. We already agreed when we started this that when we started having sex, it would be exclusive. Don’t get all romantic on me.”
    I lean down to her ear, “Oh, there will be no romance. After I touch every inch of your body, make you come on my fingers, I’ll replace those fingers with my tongue until you’re begging for mercy. When you think you can’t take anymore I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be reminded for weeks to come. Once the soreness eases up, I’ll fuck you harder. “ I see her eyes glaze over, and her eyelids start to flutter shut.
    “Fuck,” she whimpers.
    “Exactly.”
    “I’ll text you the room number. I’ll see you in the morning.” She glances over her shoulder, rises on her tiptoes, and kisses the bottom of my chin.
    “Get plenty of rest tonight Bianca. I can guarantee you won’t get any tomorrow.” I see her swallow as she nods.
    Bronson and I are sparring. In between throwing jabs, he asks, “Who are you taking to prom?”
    Shit. “Not sure yet.” I would go with Bianca but that’s off limits. “I may not go.”
    He begins taking off his gear so I follow suit. I guess we’re done. “You’d miss your senior prom?”
    I shrug. “I haven’t given it much thought. I don’t have my own Callie.”
    He punches me.
    Right in the fucking eye. I see stars.
    “Or you could quit acting like my sister is a dirty fucking secret, grow some balls, and talk to me. Better yet, take her to prom. Act like she means something to you.”
    I shake my head, trying to regain my vision. “I had that coming. But you have it all wrong.”
    He snickers, “Please enlighten me. Tell me I’m wrong, and you haven’t been going behind my back for months.”
    “We have been keeping it quiet. It’s her choice; she has some hang-ups with labeling us. If that punch was for not talking to you, being honest with you, I’ll take it. But if it’s because you’re under the assumption she doesn’t mean something to me, you’ll have a fight on your hands. God help me, that girl means everything to me.” I’m stunned by my own words. She’s opened up to me, not completely, and her games are still in full force, but she’s slowly letting me in. I don’t want to be a ‘fuck buddy,’ or ‘friend-zoned.’ I want to be a couple . . . two halves of one whole.
    “Then make her want it.”
    “You’ve met your sister…right? Tiny, brown hair. Gold eyes that can make you feel like you’re king of the world or scum on the bottom of her shoe, depending on which look she gives you? A mouth a sailor would be ashamed of?”
    He laughs. “You have your work cut out for you. I can’t say I like it, but if any guy