Keep Tuscany, page 19
“Mags, what’s in the front bedroom and why is there a screen door loosely leaning against the entrance? And is that a beekeeper’s hood?”
“Apiary attendant, and yes.” His eyes get wide, and I don’t have time to explain all this.
“Are there bees in there?” Then he jumps as the scratches get more intense in the wall. “What the fuck is in the walls? Bees in the walls?”
“Stay here. I’ll explain. Mongoose, keep your fur on, it’s coming.” I turn back to Colt, and he looks spooked. “Trust me.”
“No,” he says forcefully. I laugh and put the beekeeper hood on and go behind the screen door and then open the bedroom.
“Everyone calm down. We have company.”
Colt yells, “Who the fuck are you talking to?” And then he screams. “Are those fucking bats?”
I put the dinner bowl down and shove the other one into the crack in the wall and exit. I do all the steps in reverse, making sure nothing is on me. Then I seal off the door.
I put my hands up. “I can explain.”
“You can not. You absolutely can not fucking explain why you have a bat cave unless you are in fact, Batman. And what the hell is in the wall?”
I try to drag him into the bedroom, but he shakes me off. He pulls me downstairs and out the front door. Then looks up at the front bedroom window and sees a lot of activity.
“Look. They were all here first. And the owner won’t answer my calls. I’m kind of on my own here, and I didn’t know what to do. The caretaker can’t handle the stairs.”
“What?”
“His son, who I think is like 80, helps when he can but is getting a hip replacement, I think. That’s what Google translator said. His mom, who is the housekeeper, well, kind of. I thought her name was Affamata, but apparently that means hungry. Now I’m afraid to ask her real one. I help her with the dusting and the scrubbing because she groans too much bending over, and I can’t possibly ask a woman that old to clean for me.”
“What is even fucking happening? Do you hear yourself? You pay them?” Colt walks in tight circles. “Mags, you’re telling me that you’re taking care of this huge run-down villa and that rabies-infested brood by yourself?”
“I can handle it.”
“Stop handling things or accepting everything or fixing everything.” He puts his hands on my shoulders.
“Hey, Pot.” He kisses me deeply.
“I deserve that. But seriously, you can’t stay here. For health reasons, not to mention safety.”
“I was only one person, so I only needed the one bedroom. I think it’s a mongoose in the wall. It doesn’t attack me when I sleep, and it keeps the mice and snakes at bay. The bats keep the bugs and bees off the lemons. We have our own symbiotic relationship.” His face is unmoved by my explanation. And then he’s full-body laughing and bending over at me. “Hey! I can have a pet.”
“Vermin. You’re raising rabies-riddled things, and you gave them part of your home.” He grabs me and holds me close while he calms down. “And snacks. You made them an animal charcuterie plate. Please tell me you didn’t name the bats?”
“Not individually.” He busts out laughing again. I stare at him. “Is it really that funny?” And suddenly I see it from an outsider’s point of view, and I laugh.
“Why is your heart so sweet? You have to get rid of the bats. It’s dangerous and kind of gross.”
“Where will they go?”
He gestures all around him and raises his voice but not in anger, “Mags. Outside! A cave, a tree, wherever normal, not pampered bats go.”
He spins around until his face lands on me again. “Can I keep the mongoose?” He bursts out laughing again. “I’m serious. It won’t hurt me.”
“Because they’re known for being cuddly?”
I pop a hip, and he picks me up and places me in a chair in my front lawn. He simply holds my hands and looks up at the sky. I do the same, and we live in this moment that might be forever. Or it might be right now, but it wraps around us like that fantastic cream blanket at Mak’s house she stole from mine.
He breaks our silence. “Hey Mags, where are the screens or the glass in your windows?”
“There are screens?”
“The windowsills are designed for them. See the runners around the edge.” He laughs again, then drags me to follow him around the side of the house and then to the back. He stops and places me in front of him.
Stacked against the back of the house are what I thought were for lemon or olive harvesting. They’re tall, framed screens larger than normal screens but the windows are super tall and now I see what’s happening. I spin in his arms.
“What?!” He can’t breathe as he stares at them, doubling over again. I fall to the ground, laughing hard as well. I’m standing in front of the solution. I didn’t ask, but I also didn’t know what or who to ask.
“So, you fed them instead of asking for shades, windows or screens. What does that caretaker call you?”
“Balordo Bella” And he guffaws.
He falls to the ground next to me and pulls me into his lap. He kisses the hell out of me. “Balordo Bella?” He moves the hair out of my face. “My beautiful fool. It means beautiful fool. You do have Google, right?”
I snuggle into him and stare at the screens.
“And I’ve made more mess, but I was figuring it out on my own.”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed,” he says while stroking my hair away from my face and I melt at his touch. This is the last place I thought I’d be a year ago. “And you’re not alone.” Life is magical sometimes.
“Come on.” He pushes me up, before getting up and starts walking. He turns around to me and I toss my arms around his neck and jump up and he catches me. Then lifts me by my ass to hitch around his waist. I wrap myself completely around him.
“How are you better than I imagined?”
“Hi!” We’re face to face and I can’t stop smiling.
“Hi, Mags.”
“You’re here,” I gasp.
“I am. And you can’t sleep here until we get the bats under control.”
I raise an eyebrow and narrow one eye at him. “Where do you propose I sleep? Hmm. And I’m suddenly not tired.” I kiss him and feel him grow hard underneath me.
The moon is lively tonight and peeking through the crack in the curtains, and I watch this beautiful man remove his shirt and pants and admire the body he’s built. I’m sitting in my bra and thong, and he’s gazing at my face. Our eyes never leaving each other as if we’re worried the other isn’t real. He crawls to me, and I lose the thin hold I have on my emotions and a tear slides down my cheek.
“Meerkat, what is it?” He settles over me, and I wrap my arms around him. He holds me as I cry. “My Maggie,” he whispers and holds me tighter.
My voice bubbles up finally. “I’ve ruined tonight.”
He leans over me and stares into my eyes. His hand gently wipes the tears. “Don’t you think we’ve already had enough ruined? A few tears aren’t going to ruin anything. But I do need to know if you’re okay.”
“That’s just it.” My tears continue to stream. “It’s like I’ve held back all this emotion forever. These are tears from the parking garage or holding your hand in Paris. They’re from all the nights I pushed your memory down deep in my soul, so I didn’t think it was perfect. That each breath I take was laced with some kind of emotion for you. The pain, the joy, and all of it.”
He sits up and pulls me to him and I cuddle in the way I did the first night in room 666.
He kisses the top of my head and I curl into his chest. “Maggie, this is our time. Finally. We’ve been chasing this moment for far too long for us to discount it. I won’t rush anything with you, because we don’t have to.”
“And you’ll keep holding me?”
“Until you tell me to stop.” He says.
“I won’t.”
He grabs his shirt from the floor and puts it over my body. “Maggie. We have all the time.” He kisses my forehead and I yawn. I don’t mean to, but it’s been quite a day. He stands, scooping me with him and places me in the hotel bed under the covers. I look at his stunning body and he slides in next to me. I wiggle backward into him.
“Mags, do not wiggle your ass on my currently under control dick, or this restrained, tender moment won’t hold.”
I flip over and kiss him sweetly. Then I trace his lips, jaw and his giant smile. I put my head on his chest.
“You do know I have to fuck you very soon,” he says, while stroking my hair.
“Now, or can we wait a minute?”
“I’ll wait forever for you. I thought we established that.” I lightly slap his broad and hard chest and sigh.
“I’m sorry I broke up with you.” He laughs but I mean it.
“I’m sorry I broke up with you.”
“Good.”
He kisses the back of my head. “Goodnight, Meerkat.”
“Un jour.” I whisper as I drift off.
38
colt
I got the girls off to school, and now I’m building a present for Maggie out in her lemon groves. I showed up with a crew early today and other than the bat cave; we installed all the screens. Gus, Ria the florist, the guy who owns the little store where so far we buy a lot of batteries, Matteo the butcher, and Enzo grabbed some of the other guys they know, and we knocked it out. They regale me with stories of this property, and how it used to be the most beautiful. Now it’s dusty and gone to shit because the owner died, and his children don’t care what happens to it. I found out the caretaker and his wife have been here since it was built and live on the back end of the property. I’m pretty sure Maggie doesn’t know that. My gorgeous daffy woman.
Maggie’s meeting me for lunch after teaching and I can’t wait, but I need to get these things built first.
I’ve got sawhorses all set up and dragged an old tabletop from the back of the house to act as a workbench. I won’t go in the house anymore until we figure out what the fuck is in the walls. I’m not nearly as confident as she is that it’s a mongoose, which is bad enough, but what if it’s like a bunch of feral rats or something? I shake, thinking about it.
It’s hot and I’m working hard. I have four built and five more cut ready for assembly. Nine has to be more than enough. I swig a gulp of water and move the table out of the sun a bit. Then wipe down my brow with the hem of my shirt.
There’s a wolf whistle. “Who ordered the hot boy porn?” She looks around and keeps talking. “Seriously, who do I tip for a private gun show? Can I get some air in here? Cuz, damn you just stole my breath.”
I laugh at her, and she approaches. “Sweat looks good on you, Andrews.”
“Ma’am, I’m a simple worker just trying to earn a decent wage.” She laughs.
“Why are you here and not waiting for me at Chiara’s in Lucca?”
“Why are you here?”
“I live here, and my second class got canceled, and I thought I’d come home and freshen up before you, but I can see fresh is not in the cards for you.”
“You came home to feed them, didn’t you?” She shrugs and looks toward the house.
“Screens! You installed my screens. Thank you.” Maggie tosses her arms around my neck and kisses me. Before things get too heated, I drop my hands from her hips. I left her in a hotel to get home to the girls. My cock is super angry at me.
She gestures to my current project. “What’s all this?”
“Low-income housing for bats. I mean it’s no bedroom in a Tuscan villa, but they are indeed houses built for them.”
The sun hits her eyes, and they sparkle and almost bring me to my knees. She leans forward so as not to touch a sweaty part of me and purses her lip begging to be kissed. She closes her eyes, and I yank her to me, rubbing my sweat all over her.
“Ew.”
“Seriously, we’ve been back together for twelve hours and it’s already ‘Ew?’” She gasps.
“We’re really back together? That seems so formal.” She grins.
“How about a first date?”
She kisses me and backs out of my arms. She inspects the bat houses and turns quickly back to me, and she looks like how July feels. Sultry, sexy, sunshiny as if the days could last forever.
“Hmm. I don’t know. You seem like you come with a lot of baggage,” she jokes.
I round the table and stand on the other side of the bat houses from her. I put my hands down and lean over and steal a kiss. “I have trunks and trunks.”
“I only have a carry-on.”
“You’d like to think that, but you got all kinds of secret trouble.”
She leans over the bat house and says, “Are you referring to my mongoose?”
“I can’t wait to see your mongoose again.”
“Not this smelly and sweaty!”
Her laugh trickles across my skin. I glance around the property and take in the late summer flowers and green sloping hills. I put my hands on my back and stretch. This place is beautiful. “How did you find this place?”
She plants herself in front of me and shrugs before I grab her. “Fate.” She lets me kiss her quickly. Then she takes my hand and leads me toward the house. “Are you afraid of a little noise in the walls?”
“Mags, you can not go in there.”
“Then how else will I pay you for services rendered?” Her smirk is electric and heat crawls up my skin and blood flows directly south.
“Well, ma’am, it’s certainly a stiff price. You sure you’ve got that at the ready?”
She glances back at me as I follow behind her luscious ass. “As long as the price is stiff, I can handle it.”
I grab my crotch. “Very stiff.”
She stops and gestures to one of the big metal outside chairs around her farm table. She grabs a hose and stares at me.
“Take your pants off.” I grin.
“Interesting.”
“Strip, please.” She does a little curtsey thing, and it’s adorable. She sucks in a sharp breath and her eyes flair. I fling my running shorts down, and she instantly sprays me with the hose. Specifically, my hard as fuck dick. I shield it and let the water sluice down my body, rinsing the grime and sweat. “That’s hot.”
“Maggie, what the fuck are you up to?” She sprays my face. I attempt to shield the onslaught while I’m naked and dripping in her front yard.
She turns the hose off and points to the chair. I sit down confused, thinking we were going inside and then this fucking goddess drops to her knees. She peeks up at me, and I gather her hair to the side of her head.
“You’re going to have to tell me what I owe you?” Hell yeah.
I take over. “No more demands, Meerkat. Take a long drink. My dick is wet and waiting.” She does, and I hiss at her touch. Then she sits back on her heels as I spring forward. I yank her hair to tug her head back and her gaze up to my eyes. I kiss her roughly, and she opens to me instantly. I taste all her desire. Our faces are thrashing back and forth with our tongues violently thrusting into each other’s mouths.
I tug her off of my lips. “You want that, don’t you?” She nods. “Words, Maggie.” It feels so fucking hot to be out here exposed, telling her what to do. No one is around but it doesn’t make it any less titillating.
“I’m really thirsty.” She pouts.
“If you want lunch, you’re going to have to suck me dry first.”
She shakes her head and stares at my fat cock. “For this.” She moves to lick the precum forming at the tip. I yank her head back again.
“Beg for my cock, Maggie.”
“I want it. Please, Colt. Can I please have your cock?”
I lean down and kiss her roughly. “Open wide.” And she does her tongue dripping in anticipation. Fuck. I shove into her mouth, and her hands wrap around my base as I push in forcefully. She gags for only a second then moans around my dick and the vibrations send me over the edge.
“You and your dirty, wicked mouth. No one has sucked my cock in years. You think you can do this?” She bobs her head up and down. “Can you and your greedy mouth take all of me?” She swallows me down and I groan, “Good girl.”
This might be the greatest blow job of my life.
I look down at her as she works me perfectly. “Such a good Meerkat.
She’s gently scraping the under side of my dick with her teeth, and I’m going to fucking come. There’s no way I can hold out.
“Jesus. I need to fuck your mouth. Hit the back of that dirty girl throat. Maggie, I’m not going to last with your filthy sucking.” She bobs in an increased rhythm, and it’s been too long. I don’t have a choice.
“Fuck. Mags. I have to spill down that gorgeous throat. I need to fuck your face right the fuck now.” She moans in approval and doubles her speed. She goes deep, and I think I’m going to fucking die. “Ah.” I hold the back of her head and thrust in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes water a little, but I can’t stop.
“Can you take it? Look how good you are at sucking my cock. Take it all.” She moans her approval, and that’s all I need. “Fuck.” It comes out as a strangled groan as I release into her. She sucks it all down and doesn’t stop even as I shake and bend in half, losing my grip on her and reality. “You’re perfect.” I whisper in a shaky voice.
My phone dings, but she doesn’t stop. It dings again, and my dad gene kicks in.
“One second.” She pops off, wiping her mouth. “Shit. Sloane’s school is closing. There’s a leak. I have to go get her.” Maggie sits back down on her heels. I lean down and kiss her, not caring my cum is in her mouth.
She says, “That was so hot.” I stand, pulling my shorts up and pull her to me.
“Oh, you’re incredible.”
“Thanks, I haven’t done that in a long time.”
“Trust me, not as long as me.” I kiss the top of her head. “I have to go.”
We stare at each other, but there’s no way I can stay while worried about Sloane. I place my hands on her hips as she kisses me, saying, “We have all the time. Go.” I grab my clothes and use my t-shirt to towel off my chest and hair before I put on my clean shirt. The one that was for our date. Then I run back over, kiss her deeply and run to the car, hoping she’s right.
