Letters to the Baumgarters by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page A

each other. A lot more of each other. I’m not ready to call it a
relationship yet, although his mother and sisters have us practically married
with two kids in their heads already. Mama Dorotea talks about wedding dress
fabric every time I see her and shushes Nico when he insists her arthritis is
too far gone for her to be sewing. Never mind that she’s talking about sewing a
wedding dress for a nonexistent wedding!
    But in spite of all the mama’s boy stuff—why do I pick men who can’t
cut the apron strings?—can I just say, in all honestly, I haven’t had sex like
this in so long. He reminds me a little of you, Doc—so insatiable. And Carrie,
you’d like him. Oh what fun we could have with Nico, you and I! That is, if Doc
didn’t get too jealous. I know how he gets about sharing you, even if you’re
okay with things the other way around. The more I watch people and the
relationships around me, the more I realize how special you two really are.
You’re in your own category altogether as far as I’m concerned. I don’t think
many people get to experience what we did together. And yes, I miss it, and I
miss you.
    Maybe it’s because I deprived myself for so long, I don’t know, but I
can’t get enough of Nico. And he… oh my god, he is a greedy boy. My little room
at Cara Lucia’s has paper-thin walls and while we can sneak up to his attic
room at his mother’s, I feel funny about it, and it’s clear she doesn’t
approve. So we find ourselves looking for alternatives and I’m beginning to
think we need to get our own place just so we don’t get arrested!
    * * * *
    “Not here,” I whispered as Nico kissed me into a narrow alleyway, the
cool brick biting my back, pressed hard against the wall.
    “Yes here,” he insisted, and I cursed myself for wearing a skirt to
school. March was flirting with April and the weather had been sunny and
bordering on warm all day, prompting my choice of outfit.
    “No, no,” I protested, but telling him no was impossible. He took what he
wanted, when he wanted. I couldn’t deny him, and even as my mind forbid him, my
body responded, my hips thrusting to meet the hard press of his cock through
his trousers, my mouth opening under his.
    “I can’t wait,” he murmured, his hand cupping my mound through my skirt.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. My cock has been hard for hours.”
    “We could get caught,” I whispered, eyes closed with pleasure as he
rocked the heel of his palm against my pussy. It was still daylight and anyone
passing by the alleyway could see us. “Arrested. What would your mother say?”
    “I don’t care,” he growled, yanking my skirt up to my waist, exposing the
black flash of my panties underneath.
    “Nico!” I gasped when he went to his knees, unmindful of the suit he was
wearing, burying his face between my legs.
    The truth was, I was already soaking wet—I’d been thinking about him all
day too, about our date and where we would go to ease this ache. I had to sneak
him into my flat past Cara Lucia. His mother guarded his place like Fort Knox.
We had found places of course, the darkness our accomplice. We had christened
the restroom at the Mood Café twice, once in the men’s room, the second time in
the women’s. We’d made love in the gondola in the dark several times, tied to a
post, nearly tipping it over once in a narrow canal with our fervor. We’d even
done it like this, in dark alleys, cul-de-sacs, entryways to empty buildings.
    But we’d never dared to do it like this, in the daylight, in plain sight.
I usually felt like a naughty teenager, sneaking around and hiding our lust,
but this was beyond daring—it was dangerous.
    I loved it.
    “Lick it,” I begged, sliding my leg up over his shoulder to give him
better access. He nudged my panties aside and did just as he was told, his
mouth working sweet, hot magic between my legs. My clit throbbed against his
tongue, my nipples hardening under my blouse. I rubbed