Page 14 of Born into Mayhem
I hear Sandro’s laugh from behind me. “You think she walks around your house, moving random things just enough to annoy you?”
“I do, yeah,” I say, turning back to look at him, and when I spot what she did to the bookcase, I point and give a triumphant smile. “You see that?”
He watches as I walk over and point my finger at the single book Mia has pulled out of place. All the rest are perfectly in line, but not this one. She’s pulled it out just enough for me to notice, just enough to piss me off.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind,” Sandro informs me. “This is what abstinence does to you. It’s unnatural, and it’s killing your brain cells.”
“No, this is what Mia does to me,” I correct. “She’s the one who’s driving me fucking crazy.”
Sandro stands and walks over, giving my shoulder a squeeze thatfeels both condescending and patronizing. “I’m happy to see you finally admitting the truth. Now, go fuck her and get it out of your system.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I tell him. “Itcan’tfucking happen.”
Sandro shrugs and goes to grab a coke from my fridge. “I don’t see why not, just keep it casual and don’t let anyone else find out about it. Mia’s not the kind of girl who’s going to start daydreaming about your wedding or look at you with hearts in her eyes. She seems more like the kind of girl who wants a good fuck with no strings attached. Go for it, brother. If you don’t, I’m sure she’ll find someone else to take your place.”
He grins at the murderous look I give him and says, “Careful or you might be the one who starts writingMia Alessiand drawing hearts around it.”
I scoff out a laugh, trying to convince both of us that what he’s just said isn’t a possibility.
He covers his smile by taking another drink. “Has she tried to cross the line with you?”
“She bit me,” I remind him.
“You’re right. That’s probably fucking foreplay to her.”
I try very hard to not show how much that turns me on, but I’m guessing he can see it anyway. Sandro’s always had the annoying habit of being able to see right through my bullshit.
“I’m pretty sure she orgasmed on the back of my bike when I took her home,” I add. “I’ve never let a woman ride on my Ducati, but I’m pretty sure that’s not normal.”
“Women love vibrations,” he says, and when he can see I’m getting pissed again, he adds, “No, that’s not normal. It’s not impossible, but it’s highly fucking unlikely. My guess is she got all horned-up during your session, and then she bit you and tasted your blood, and then she smooshed her tight little body against yours and the Ducati worked its magic.” Then just to add that little bit of extra salt to the wound, he says, “I wonder if she would’ve come if I’d been driving. Maybe I should test that theory.” He raises a questioning brow at me. “You know, for science.”
I study him for a second and scrub a hand over my jaw. I know he’s fucking with me. Sandro has never had a hard time with women. Ever since his balls dropped, they’ve flocked to him. He’s funny, and his easygoing attitude charms them and has them dropping their panties in no time. Women have always given me a bit of a wider berth. I’m not easygoing, and I don’t smile and flirt. I’m an intense person, and I’ve learned to just accept it. Some women are drawn to that, some aren’t. Mia certainly seems to be, and Sandro’s suggestion of fucking her out of my system is starting to feel like a solid and sound decision.
“You’re lucky I can see through your bullshit,” I tell him.
He grins and holds up his hands. “Unlike my cousin and brother, I prefer my women to at least be able to order a glass of wine when I take them to dinner.”
“You’re such a bastard,” I mutter, but there’s not much I can say, because he’s not wrong. Mia’s young, way younger than me, but that’s not why I’m attracted to her. I didn’t actively seek her out because she’s eighteen, and I sure as fuck have never been with anyone this young before. I’m drawn to Mia, attracted to her in a way that terrifies me, and more than a little bit obsessed, but it’s notbecauseshe’s so young.
“You’re so fucked.” My brother laughs and finishes off his coke before throwing the can away.
“Don’t you have a poker game you need to oversee?”
He checks his watch. “Yeah, but I’ve still got an hour to kill.” Looking around the kitchen, he asks, “So what’s for supper?”
“Order some pizza while I shower,” I tell him. “Make sure you get extra cheesy bread.”
He’s already pulling his phone out by the time I hit the stairs. My arm still aches, and if I’m not careful I’m going to end up needing antibiotics. I’d rather avoid that if at all possible. The last thing I want is to have to explain this to Tony. He still laughs about the last time Mia scarred me.
By the time I get out of the shower, the pizza is here and Sandro’s already eaten half of one. I pour myself a whiskeyand fill a plate, knowing it’s going to be a long night. My next training session with Mia is in three days.
I’m not sure if I should count down the hours or wish for time to slow down. Being around her isn’t easy, especially if she’s going to start spontaneously orgasming while she clings to me. Fuck, I’ll never survive that.
While I’m still deep in thought about how to handle all this, my brother grabs one last slice of pizza and leaves so he can get to the club for tonight’s poker game.
“Just go fuck her,” he yells before walking out the front door. “But make sure it’s just one time!”
He slams the door without waiting for me to tell him to fuck off. His words hang in the air, taunting and tempting me. There’s no way I can take his advice, because deep down I know one time could never be enough withstreghetta mia.
