Twisted Hearts(60)

I had never given it much thought how we’d spend our time outside of the bedroom. I’d been so obsessed that the rest had blended into the backround. But this, spending time together because we enjoyed the same things was amazing. I tightened my hold on her and focused on the screen where the first fight began.

“His high kick was badly executed. Not the right angle and no tension,” she said. “It’s like he’s a newbie. If you had done this kick, the other guy would have been on his back.”

She sounded almost proud, which gave me an unexpected sense of satisfaction. I kept sneaking glances at Gemma throughout the fights, relishing in her intense expression and fascination with the brutal sport. Thinking that I’d almost lost her, lost this, to another man, made me so fucking furious at myself. I’d been a major dick.

When the last fight ended, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever gone through watching a fight without her commentary.

“What are you thinking?” Gemma asked.

For some reason, I couldn’t tell her the truth. “That I need to teach you how to drive a stick.”

She sighed. “Are you really not mad?”

I kissed her throat. “Really. But if you want to make it up to me, I won’t say no.”

Gemma tilted her head to give me better access as I nuzzled her neck. “I could bake you something.”

“I’d prefer something else.”

“Savio…”

I chuckled. “It was worth a try.” I stretched out on the sofa, taking Gemma with me. Our bodies pressed against each other, we kissed. My hand squeezed her firm butt before I hooked her leg over my hip. “Are you sure your brothers won’t walk in?”

“Trust me, they won’t. They can guess what we’re up to.”

A blush spread on Gemma’s cheeks. “They think we’re having sex?”

“Probably. Come on, Gem. Is that really so bad?”

Instead of a reply, she kissed me. I wasn’t going to complain. Despite my words, I couldn’t convince Gemma to do more than kissing on the couch. Yet, she couldn’t resist my charm and my fingers once we were in bed. Getting Gemma off with my hand was fucking addicting, even if my body screamed for more, but I wouldn’t push her this time. For once, I’d keep my dick in check.




Gemma gnawed on her lower lip, worried as she sat behind the steering wheel of Nino’s Lotus. It was a car he rarely used because of the kids.

“Are you sure your brother won’t mind?”

I hadn’t asked Nino. He’d taken his Tesla to work today and wouldn’t need his Lotus. “Focus, Kitty.”

Gemma sent me a scowl, then finally started the car. She forgot to put her foot on the clutch and the engine died with a pitiful stutter.

“Don’t say it!” she hissed.

I pushed my seat back to relax, stifling a grin. “Do your thing then.”

She started the car again and put it in first gear. Frowning, she set the car in motion, but disengaged the clutch too fast. The Lotus jerked forward, then died.

“Again,” I said. “Slower this time.”

“Because a Lotus was meant to go slow,” she muttered. Oh, my Gem hated to be bad at something.

“You have to learn to crawl before you can try to walk.”

She narrowed her eyes. This time, she did as I said and the car rolled down the driveway slowly.

“Now press the gas.”

She did, but too hard. The engine roared, begging to be put in second gear. Gemma panicked and killed the engine once more.

Sighing, she shook her head. “Are you sure you want to teach me this? Diego would have started screaming by now.”

“I can be patient if I want to be. I won’t scream. Try again.” I hadn’t inherited our father’s impatience like Remo had.

Two hours later, we returned to the premises after a quick tour through Vegas. Gemma was beaming all over her face when she parked the Lotus in the driveway.

“You did good—”

She threw her arms around me and kissed me. Unbuckling, I leaned over to deepen the kiss. I could spend hours kissing Gemma.

A bang sounded, driving us apart.

Nevio knelt on the hood of the car, pressed his face against the windshield, and hammered with his fists against the glass.

I shoved the door open. “That’s it,” I growled. “I’ll dunk your head in the toilet, PIA!”

Turning to Gemma, I said, “Help me catch the monster.”

We both got out of the car. Nevio slid off the hood, giggling, and darted away.

Gemma sprinted after him, laughing. After watching her butt for a moment, I chased the little monster. Nevio dodged us like a fucking rabbit. Gemma was grinning all over her face as she faced off with my nephew who hid behind a tree.

I could have watched her all day, but Nevio needed to be taught a lesson. He shot to the left to avoid Gemma’s attack and I finally caught the back of his shirt. Jerking him toward me, I curled my arm around his waist and lifted him off the ground. Even head down, he kept struggling.

“Time for payback.”

“Noooo!”

Gemma stopped beside me, panting. “You’re not going to dunk him in the toilet, right?”

I’d intended to do it, but looking at her face, I realized that wouldn’t earn me any bonus points with her. “I’ll just dump him in the pool.”

Nevio kept screaming as I carried him over to the pool, then held him above the water. Unfortunately, Remo came our way with Greta on his arm. “Do I even want to know what’s going on here?”

“Probably not,” I said, still holding Nevio. “The kid is being a PIA again.”

Remo set Greta down and motioned for me to hand Nevio to him. With a sigh, I handed the kid to him. He put Nevio down and squatted before him. “When I tell you to stop, you stop.”

Nevio glanced at Greta, obviously hoping for her support. I snatched her up before she could help him. “How about you show us a few ballet moves, dollface?”

Gemma smiled as she followed Greta and me toward the house. Remo was still talking to Nevio. Most of the time, he was the only one the boy listened to.

I put Greta down. She looked shy.

“Come on, Greta. Show Gemma what you can do.”

Greta got into that ballet position and did a small curtsy.

Gemma pressed against me, kissing my cheek. “You are so cute with her.” Then she applauded. “I wish I could do ballet, but I’m too clumsy for it.”

Greta beamed before rushing over to me and hugging my leg in embarrassment.

Gemma was anything but clumsy. Her fight moves were graceful, and far more entertaining than ballet. I stroked Greta’s head and grinned at Gemma. “So, being cute with kids is the way to your heart?”

“You mean to my panties,” she said under her breath.

“That, too.”

Greta strolled to a butterfly and watched it in rapt attention.

Gemma didn’t roll her eyes like she usually did. “Why is sex so important to you?”

Greta was far enough away, but I kept my voice low anyway. I cupped Gemma’s head. “Because it’s an amazing feeling, like a high without drugs. And to be honest, I can hardly think about anything, but being inside of you.”

Gemma swallowed. “For me, sex is baring myself to you in more than one way. It seems like such a personal thing to allow you inside of me. I can’t even imagine. I’ve been trying to imagine how it’ll be to allow you this close…” She shook her head, and I didn’t know what to say. “It’ll be a special moment for me, and I want it to be for you as well.”

“It’ll be our first time, Gem. Of course, it’ll be special for me.” Maybe I should have said more, but emotional declarations were the bane of my existence. I almost longed for Nevio to barge in on us again.




A couple of days later, we sat on the couch again after watching a ridiculously bad horror movie. Those sofa dates had become my favorite.

Gemma caressed the back of my neck in a very distracting way. I slid my hand down to her waist then thigh. She cast her eyes up and I almost groaned at the desire in her expression. Grabbing her by the waist, I hoisted her on my lap. She grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, a hesitant, probing kiss at first then almost desperate. I pulled her even closer, my need for her taking center stage. “What do you want, Gem?” I said between kisses.

“Upstairs,” she whispered.

I grabbed the firm globes of her ass to steady her as I rose from the sofa. Gemma wrapped her legs around me at once, her arms clinging to my neck. I carried her upstairs and into our bedroom. When my legs hit the bed, I pulled out of the kiss and carefully lowered Gemma to the mattress. I followed immediately, molding our bodies. The heat of her pussy seemed to singe my cock even through the fabric of our clothes.

I took my time discovering every inch of her beautiful mouth, my hands sliding below her sweater, stroking along her stomach up to her breasts. Gemma arched up against my touch with a soft moan.

Kissing and touching, I undressed Gemma until she lay before me naked, stealing my breath just like the first time. I kissed a path down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button until she bucked up her hips and tried to shove me away. With a grin, I trailed my lips lower, brushing a kiss across the trimmed triangle.

Gemma tensed, her palm coming to rest on my head. The tantalizing scent of her arousal flooded my nose, calling to my dick like a Siren’s song.