Lodged (Kinsmen Billionaires #2)

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Ruin MacAllister

B y the time Turner says goodbye after taking a couple of selfies with us and signing autographs for me and my family, the bonfire is almost out. As much as I’ve enjoyed being outside on the beach, I’m ready to go inside and get cozy with Gio by the fireplace in his living room.

I can’t believe I’ve had the best day with him, and we haven’t even kissed yet. I hope that changes soon, though, because I’m going to implode if I don’t taste his lips.

“Would you like to go to bed, or do you want me to get the fireplace going?” Gio asks, and I could swear he sounds a little nervous. I wonder what conversation we are going to have and why he is anxious about it. I hope he’s not about to tell me he has a wife and kids in Argentina waiting for him.

“You read my mind, I was hoping we could spend some time by the fireplace.”

Gio smiles, clearly pleased with my answer, and guides me inside his place.

The lights are soft, and even though the French doors and windows are closed, I can still hear the waves crashing onto the beach. I’m a mountain girl through and through, but I’m loving this time with the ocean. Maybe I’ll ask him to bring me again next summer.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Gio asks as the fire starts crackling.

“I’m good for now.”

He nods and goes to the kitchen, busying himself.

“I don’t want you to think I’m an alcoholic or anything like that, but I need a little bit of liquid courage for our conversation,” he says. For the first time, I can tell he’s visibly nervous— his hands are shaking.

“Gio, what’s going on? You’re scaring me. What is it that we have to talk about?” I ask him as I make my way to the kitchen, needing to be close to him. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths.

“I’m sorry. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable, but what I’m going to tell you is not something I share openly.” He grabs a glass of wine in one hand and my hand in the other.

“Please, take a seat.”

He motions for me to sit next to him on the big couch, and I do. I’m too stressed out about what’s on his mind to relax. I press my legs together, my hands clamping on my knees. Gio takes a big gulp of wine, savoring it. The way his Adam’s apple bobs hits me right in my core with a shot of desire.

“So, as you know, I’m the oldest of three siblings.” I nod with a smile, letting him know I’m listening.

“I don’t want to bore you with my family history, but basically my parents checked out on us when I was eighteen. I had to become the parental figure for Luca and Isabella.” Gio’s gaze is down, a hint of shame in his tone.

“Oh, Gio. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I could never fathom growing up without my parents. I know River, my oldest brother, would have done an outstanding job raising us, but I love Mama and Daddy so much.” He reaches for my hand, and I squeeze his.

“Yeah, I can tell you come from a loving family. I’m thankful you’ve had that support throughout your life.” He smiles a sad smile before continuing. “I can’t say everything has been bad or hard, because Abuelo Bianchi made sure my siblings and I had a healthy trust fund to live comfortably and to pursue our dreams. But all this to say, when I had to take care of my siblings, I forgot about taking care of myself. I devoted my time to make sure Luca and Isa were well and thriving.” He releases a frustrated sigh, and I’m still wondering where he’s going with all this.

“Gio, what is it that you’re trying to say? You’re an incredible man. I don’t think there would be anything you could say that would make me not want to be with you,” I tell him honestly, and his eyes widen, going darker. I squirm in place, suddenly overwhelmed by the sexual tension between us.

“Fuck it,” is the last thing Gio says before he lunges and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. And fuck, it’s right; I feel my skin burning everywhere he touches me. It’s like he’s been holding back, and suddenly, something inside him snapped.

His lips tangle with mine, his tongue seeking access as his hand goes to the back of my neck, pulling my hair. An involuntary moan escapes me, and it’s all Gio needs to deepen the kiss and start exploring my body. When his hand reaches the neckline of my dress, his fingers leave goose bumps on my skin as he trails the entire cleavage—seeking permission. I’m too enthralled by his touch, his taste, his scent, to nod my agreement or to let him know it’s okay. Then, Gio stops abruptly.

“Am I being too forward?” he asks, trying to catch his breath as he sits back down in his spot. I turn my body to face him and pass my hand over the scruff on his jaw. He’s usually clean-shaven, but this look is sexy on him.

“No, of course not. I was just so lost in what we were doing, in how good I was feeling by your touch that I didn’t think of saying it out loud.” He releases a sigh as he scrubs his face with his hand.

“This is what I was trying to tell you, sweetheart.” His gaze is so intense, I feel like I could get lost in his eyes forever. “I have zero experience.”

When his words hit my brain, I can’t help the way my eyes widen. He chuckles, a soft blush appearing on his face.

“What are you saying?” I whisper, feeling the need to tread carefully.

“What I just said, I have zero experience with women. I’m a virgin.” I don’t know why, but my heart warms at his confession. Here he is—this smart, thoughtful, amazing, sweet man—thinking I’d stop seeing him because he’s a virgin.

“So what? The way I see it, it’s actually better for me.” He raises a curious eyebrow, and I smirk at him, feeling sassy and more confident than I’ve ever felt. “I can show you what I like, explore every kink known to man, and learn what we enjoy. We can create our own ritual.” Gio’s eyes turn hungry, and I press my thighs together, seeking some friction.

“I like the sound of that,” Gio says in a husky tone as he grabs me by my waist and pulls me over to straddle him.

“I see you’re ready for your first lesson,” I tell him as I press my core against his hard cock and rock slowly back and forth. Gio sucks in a breath through his teeth, like he’s trying not to blow his load, and that makes me hotter for him. My nipples are two tight pebbles, hungry for attention.

“I am, Miss MacAllister.” He throws me a dirty smirk, and I grow wetter.

“Oh, that’s right, I’m the teacher now. How the tables have turned.” I bite my lip, waiting to see if he will try to kiss me again, and my hungry man doesn’t disappoint. He captures my lips and sucks hard. We both moan, and I start rocking against him, chasing the sweet relief, even though I know I need to take it slow and show him what I like.

I grab his hands without breaking the kiss and place one on my ass and the other on my breast.

“Fuck, Ruin. You feel so perfect in my hands,” Gio says against my lips, and I pull his face closer to me in appreciation—I don’t want this feeling ever to stop.

He’s kneading my ass and pulling me closer to him, seeking the same relief I am. His other hand pulls my dress down ever so slowly, exposing my breast, my taut nipple standing at attention. Gio is quick to lick and nibble at it, then he takes it between his thumb and index finger and starts toying with it.

He pulls back, his gaze fixed on his fingers playing with my nipple. I guide his head gently toward my chest, and it’s all the invitation he needs. He sucks on my breast, and I arch my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth. He’s so thorough in his exploration I think I might come just by him sucking my tit alone.

“You’re doing such a good job, Gio. Don’t stop. Please,” I say in a breathy voice, and he sucks harder, the sudden pain sending a shot of pleasure straight to my core. He releases my other breast from my dress and gives it the same attention. My moans grow louder, my movements more erratic, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone to think about anything else that isn’t Gio and all the things he’s making me feel.

Gio’s hand moves ever so slowly from my ass to under my dress, and I open my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs. When he finds what he’s looking for between my legs, he inhales deeply and starts trailing kisses from my breasts up to my neck. “You’re so wet, sweet girl. Does that mean I’m doing a good job?” Who would have thought that Gio Bianchi had a praise kink?

“Such a good job, Blue.” He smiles against my skin, and I chuckle.

“Blue?” he asks, pulling gently at my ear.

“Yes, Blue. My blue. Cobalt is your code name, but I like calling you Blue when we’re together,” I say, kissing his forehead, then his cheek, until our lips unite again. “Make me come, Blue.”

Gio’s thumb finds my clit, and I buck. He presses, drawing circles, while his middle finger nudges at my entrance. I pant, and Gio swallows all my little cries. He increases the speed, and it doesn’t take long for me to fall off the proverbial cliff. And he doesn’t stop until my body is limp.

“Do I get an A, Miss MacAllister?”

I chuckle at his question. “I’d say B-plus for effort.” I bite my lip to hold back a laugh as he shouts.

“What?” My laughter bubbles out, and he takes his hand off my core and starts tickling me mercilessly. “Take that B back,” he demands, laughing just as hard.

“No way, I’m the teacher. I get to give whatever grade I think is fair,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

“I need a second opinion. This is not fair.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bianchi. My class, my rules.” He huffs, and I grin wide at his playfulness.

“And what’s this about a second opinion? I hate to break it to you, but I don’t share.” The playfulness is gone from his face, replaced by a stony expression.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t ever want to share you, either.” I’m stunned at my jealousy, but Gio is different. It didn’t hurt me when Steve left me for Paisley McGee, but Gio would be another story.

“So, what you mean is you want a retest?” I look at him, and his eyes sparkle as he visibly relaxes.

“Yes! I want to retest. ” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him more room. He pins me down on the couch with his body, as his lips find mine. This is going to be fun.

Last night was so perfect, but Gio thought it’d be best if we slept in our own rooms. I think he wanted to take care of his hard-on without me watching. I don’t need to have sex right away with him; he made me come last night with his fingers, and it felt so good. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t love to go all the way with him.

This morning, I decided to do some yoga on the beach. The sunrise was stunning, and I loved the background noise of the waves as I focused on being thankful for being here with him. Once I made it back inside, I got to work in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. As I plate some eggs and biscuits, I feel a strong body behind me, caging me in.

“Good morning,” I say as I press my back against his front.

“Smells good in here,” he says, taking a whiff of my hair. I’m not sure if he’s talking about me or the breakfast I prepared, but whatever it is, I can’t help but feel his words in my core.

“I saw you at the beach through the windows—was that yoga?”

I nod, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around me. I want to enjoy this time with him as much as possible—I’m not sure when we’ll get the chance to escape reality.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says against my ear, and goose bumps travel all around my body.

“I’m listening.”

“ I would like another lesson before breakfast.” I turn with curious eyes to face him.

“What do you have in mind?” Gio smirks, then suddenly lifts me off the ground and places me on the countertop.

“I want to taste you.” My lips part at his words, and my body is ablaze. I simply nod my agreement. Even though he’s blushing, he smirks at my response and opens my legs to stand closer to me. As soon as his lips touch mine, a little moan escapes me, and Gio bites my bottom lip.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You don’t know what that little moan does to me.”

“Show me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He takes his shirt off, and his gorgeous and sculpted chest is on full display for me. I graze my fingers over his abs, and he clenches at the contact.

When I go to explore his biceps, I notice a wolf tattoo on his left arm. It’s beautiful. I trace it with my fingers and he says, “When you wanted the plush Husky, Cobalt,” he smiles at the memory, “I knew we were meant to be. I’ve always loved wolves, and Huskies are so similar.”

I place a soft kiss on top of his tattoo. “I feel it too, Blue.”

Gio starts removing my yoga pants and stops mid-thigh. “Is this okay?” he asks, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“More than okay.”

He nods with a smile. “I don’t want to get another B-plus,” he murmurs, and I throw my head back, barking out a laugh.

I can’t believe he’s still thinking about the grade I gave him last night. My laugh dies quickly when he moves my panties to the side, and his tongue slides through my core.

“Oh my god,” I say in a throaty tone as my hands go behind me for support. I can feel Gio smiling against my core, and the next thing I feel is his tongue playing with my clit. I start panting, feeling needy and ready for more.

“Am I doing a good job, Miss MacAllister?”

“Yes, but it’d be best if you remove my panties.”

Gio rips off my emerald green lace panties, and I whine—they weren’t cheap.

“I’ll buy you one in every color,” he says before lunging for my pussy and sucking my clit, hard. My arms give out, and my back hits the cold marble countertop—I don’t care how cold it feels; Gio has my insides on fire. My hands find his hair, and I tug him toward me. He understands the urgency of my movements, and his mouth leaves my pussy only momentarily, as one then two of his fingers enter my channel.

“Oh, Gio. This feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He continues his assault on my sensitive clit, and I clench, making it harder for his fingers to go in and out of me.

“Call me Professor Bianchi.” Gio’s raspy voice vibrates against my clit sending a shiver through my pussy.

“Professor Bianchi, make me come.” And that’s all it takes, Gio sucks at my clit almost painfully as a third finger enters me, and I feel so stretched. It’s bliss. A pleasure wave washes over me, and I ride every single bit of it.

“That was an A-plus performance,” I say, trying to catch my breath. He chuckles, tickling my clit, nearly giving me a second orgasm.