Page 23 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
“This is so unreal, I don’t think I’ve ever been picked up.”
“Well, get used to it because I like having you in my arms.”
As I put us into bed again, Cheyenne grabs whatever it is I thought would work for breakfast and laughs. She shakes a bag of Goccioli, and while I suppose those are a breakfast item, they’re not exactly filling after our loud night.
“Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna lie back while I eat your pussy, and then we’re gonna get dressed and do tourist stuff for the rest of the day.”
“What about the wedding plans? We can’t skip.” Cheyenne runs her fingers through my wet hair,scratching my head lightly. I get why dogs kick their leg now. Fuck me, does that feel good.
“No plans today. Andrea and Junelle are so busy with the final planning we’ve got the day to ourselves,” I reassure her with a kiss.
One that starts my quest down her luscious body to salvation itself. I lick and suck on her clit until she’s begging me to stop and her cum has soaked my facial hair.
Euphoria wraps us tighter and tighter in its embrace.
It’s surprisingly overcast for late April, the sea bringing a cool breeze with it. We barely make it outside before I’m running back to grab one of the two sweaters I packed for the trip. It’s warm in Italy, but the weather at home has been chaotically cold.
Cheyenne gives me a sceptical look but then pulls it on when I don’t make a move to open the car door for her. It fits, baggy around her arms and shoulder, but a stretch around her hips. She rolls it up so it’s tucked around her waist above her shorts. It’s a perfect compromise. Like this, I can slide my hand over the little sliver of skin showing whenever I want so I can feel her,skin to skin.
Again, I use the hotel parking lot. The streets are less crowded today. The unusual weather keeps most of the tourists at bay, while at the bus stop a crowd of them wait for the shuttle to drive them the ninety minutes to Pompeii. We walk the pavement hand in hand as I guide Cheyenne through the streets. I spent most of my summers here, learning how to pickpocket, scam tourists, and anything else my grandfather thought me and my brother would need to know to run the family business.
I point out little nooks with centuries-old statues, and Cheyenne demands we take pictures together at every one. We stop into little souvenir shops, the small backpack she brought slowly filling up with meloncello, lemon-themed homeware, and enough hard candy to give all of Tolson a cavity. All the while, I listen to my girl. She ums and ahs at everything we see, tells me how she and Junelle met at school, and lets me see a city I view as my second home with new eyes.
Everything is exciting and fresh, and for the day I’m just a normal guy.
But the feeling doesn’t last.
Outside of Bonamico, a gelateria that’s been serving what I consider the best ice cream since my nonna was a kid, I get a call from Luca.
“Order whatever you want,” I smile, handing over my card for her to pay. “And get me the Vinder Buena flavour.”
“Sounds good.” She salutes me and walks into the shop.
I give her another moment, watching her step into the queue, before I answer the phone.
“Hey, Tino,” Luca says quickly, “we’ve got a problem.”
My tongue rolls over my flat teeth as I step further away from the store. I round a corner into a narrow alley to get some semblance of privacy.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t think we are looking for one guy anymore. There’s someone else working with him in the organisation.”
“You have any leads?” I push.
“Not yet. I’ve put my feelers out with Marcello’s regular crew, but I’m still digging.”
“Alright.” I rub my brow, wiping some of the sweat away. “What time are you back? Andrea’s stressing is gonna boil over if you aren’t back for dinner tomorrow night.”
Luca better damn well be back at the villa for dinner. Both the bride and groom will ride his ass into next week if he doesn’t show. Andrea has been stressed enough about making sure we’ve got all thefamily together for this, he’ll be crushed if Luca misses any more of vacation.
I sense the hesitation in his silence, though. My second isn’t going to be back tonight.
“You can fucking call him and tell him, just know I ain’t around today to smooth things over.”
“What the fuck do you mean you aren’t around?”
“Mymateand I are busy being tourists.” I grin.
