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

could yell at me for hours, and I’d be clueless what you were pissed about.” She giggles and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the dock. This feels right. Normal. Tranquil. If I’m not mistaken, it might be a relationship, but I won’t make the mistake of saying those words to her.
    The day seems to speed by once we get on the water. Sun, laughter, friendships, and memories are made. Bianca and Callie are ridiculous together. They giggle like first graders, and each time Bianca tries to shock Bronson with her mouth, it causes Callie to laugh and roll her eyes.
    My phone dings.
     
    Bianca: Rm. 512 - come prepared .
     
    I stare at her, and she just smirks.
     
    Me: I was never a boy scout. What exactly should I be prepared for?
    Bianca: Come horny and rested. Those are the only qualifications I require tonight.
    Me: Always horny when it comes to you and even if I were exhausted you would make sure I was “up.”
    Bianca: Dork.
     
    I hesitate. I want to type ‘you’re a dork’ back to her, but I just put my phone back in my pocket, help Bronson unload our stuff, and head home for a shower.
    I waver, afraid to knock on the door. Is this right? How are we going to handle things after this? I’m like a fucking girl worrying about the future; she’s wanton and waiting, and I’m standing here focusing on my feelings. Fuck that. I rap my knuckles against the door. She answers wearing a short, indecent, blue robe.
    “Damn,” is all I can muster.
    She grabs me by the shirt and pulls me inside. I manage to kick the door shut and lock it as she attacks me. I grab her by the ass and lift her against my body. Her legs circle my waist, and I instantly make my way to the bed. She is grinding on me with each step, and my dick is in pain, confined by my shorts.
    No words are spoken as I toss her in the middle of the bed and follow her down. Sure, we’ve fooled around; she’s given me a hand job, and I’ve let her dry hump me until she came, but tonight there is nothing stopping us. I don’t feel like we are hiding anything, and she’s come to terms with people knowing. I untie her robe to find she is nude underneath. Her tan skin has a film of goose bumps across it, and I haven’t touched her. I bring my hand up; starting at her neck, I skim it down one side of her body, down to her ankle, and start the ascent up the other side.
    Her breathing becomes labored, and she hasn’t moved her eyes from mine. I bend my head down and capture her nipple in my mouth, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her hips rise up, drawing my attention to her bare pussy. I suck in a quick breath, needing to regain my composure, or this will be over before I begin. I draw a circle over her stomach, inching my way closer to her core. My middle finger swipes down from her clit to her opening, and the moisture pooling is enough for me to snap. I ease one finger in as I cover her clit with my thumb, pressing down and rubbing circles.
    Her moan is unabashed, and she doesn’t look embarrassed by the sounds she is making. We maintain our eye contact. I add another finger, pushing them in and out, feeling her get wetter. She is lifting her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, creating more friction on her clit. Once she comes, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. Her eyes are barely open but filled with satisfaction.
    “ Leccami la figa,” she whispers. I have no clue what she said, but the accent and Italian make my dick harder. If that’s even possible.
    “What?” She repeats it again. “English, Bianca.” Her eyes widen, and I know she doesn’t realize she is speaking Italian. Her reaction makes me want to strut around like a peacock.
    “Lick my pussy,” she says in English this time, and I shock myself by not coming on the spot.
    “Fuck.” I rip my shirt off and step out of my shoes and shorts at mach-1 speed. She grins like a Cheshire cat. Little imp. She knows what she’s doing to me. “Your wish is my command.” I delve