Apple Martinis

Chapter 3

Rome

Watching the awe on her face as she looks out across the ocean with the moonlight shining brightly above, I can’t help but be captivated by her in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

As we walk further along the shore, we take turns asking each other questions about our lives. I find myself telling her about my mom and how she raised me completely alone.

“We’re quite the pair. Both of us were raised by single mom’s because our father’s didn’t want us.” She says quietly.

“Yeah, it’s not a life I would ever want to put on a child. I couldn’t imagine not wanting my own son. Or daughter.” I say.

“I’ve come to realize there’s just some people out there that should never have been allowed to have a child. I was just reading a newspaper article last week about another trafficking ring they shut down. Several of the kids they saved had been sold by their own family.” She looks over at me with a sad shake of her head.

“It’s getting worse every year. I think as a child I would take it better knowing that I was forcefully taken than knowing that my own family sold me. That would fucking suck.”

The picture of my father’s face flashes before my eyes and I wonder if he had been into the trafficking thing long before it was talked about more often in society. The fact they are Mafia makes that a huge possibility.

Would my brothers have followed in his footsteps?

Would they be just as bad as he was?

That’s a question that I really want to know before I take the next step and reach out to them, letting them know they have another brother in the world.

“Hey. Are you okay? You zoned out there for a moment.” Piper asks, drawing my attention back to her.

“Yep. All good. I was just thinking about family.”

“Have you thought about contacting your father’s side? I know he’s no longer around but maybe they’d like to get to know you.”

“I’ve thought about it. I actually have twin brothers that I’d like to meet some day. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have siblings.” I answer honestly.

“You don’t have anything to lose by reaching out to them. Not really. They may not want to meet you but other than it stinging a little, you’ve lost nothing by their refusal to acknowledge you.”

We continue walking and I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She’s definitely something special. I’ve never felt so easy when talking about my life to a woman. We finally come to a stop when she begins to yawn into her hand.

“Guess, I should probably get back. I was supposed to call my friends and let them know when I made it back to the condo for the night.” She says, looking down at her watch with a slight shiver.

Looking down at her, I remember that she’s still wearing her beach attire under my jacket and is getting chilled by the cool night air.

“Come on. I’ll walk you to your door.” I smile, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She says back shyly.

“You’re welcome.” I lean a little closer, getting a whiff of her shampoo. “You know, there’s a pod of dolphins that swim by the point just a few miles from here every morning around sunrise. Would you like to go with me to see them tomorrow?”

I watch as her eyes widen with interest. “Dolphins? Really? I’ve never seen them in the wild before. Just on T.V. Yes, I’d like to go with you.” She answers and I release the breath I didn”t realize that I was holding. I want to spend more time with her, get to know her better.

It doesn’t take us long to get back to her condo next door to Sweet Cocktails. I make a note of which door I leave her at so I’ll know which one to knock on in the morning.

As we say good night, I see her watching my lips and I want so badly to kiss her but I hold myself back. I’ve never been the type to rush into anything with someone. Hell, it took nearly a year for me to finally call August my friend.

Finally pulling up at my house, I let myself inside and head straight for my bathroom for a quick shower which winds up taking a bit longer than that once my mind starts wandering back to Piper.

With my soapy hand, I squeeze the head of my cock imaging her on her knees in front of me, begging with those large sparkling eyes of hers.

Thrusting into my hand, it only takes a minute for my cum to shoot out of me with a grunt.

“It’s never been that fucking quick before.” I complain, looking down at my now flaccid cock in my hand with disgust.

With a shake of my head, I get back to washing off and get out of the shower.

Checking on Mocha, I shut the doggy door before heading to bed. I’ve got a date first thing in the morning.