Code of Honor (Spontagio Family 1)

“You’re right.” I grin. “Maybe you should show me.”

She arches an eyebrow and laughs.

“Oh, you think you could keep up, huh?” She jumps to her feet and holds her hands out to me. Groaning, I take them, allowing her to pull me to my feet.

“What are you doing?” I groan.

“I’m going to run through a sequence, and then you’re going to try it. Okay?” When I don’t answer she nudges me. “Okay?” she repeats, her voice a little harder.

“Fine,” I grumble, crossing my arms across my chest. “But you tell anyone about this, you’ll regret it.”

“Okay, here’s what you do. Point, heel, point, heel, lift, arms above head, and then turn.” She does it effortlessly, giving me the false belief that I can do this. Halfway through the routine it becomes clear to me that I am not made for dancing. Lucy stands opposite me, barely able to stand, she’s laughing so hard.

“Oh my God, you should see yourself now,” she gasps. I glare at her, my expression wavering when I can’t keep a straight face. I love seeing her happy, and if that means I end up looking like a fruitcake, so be it.

“Come here,” I growl, wrapping her in my arms. Still laughing, she doesn’t resist as I hurl her onto the sofa. I position myself on top of her, running my hands through her thick hair. She smiles and lifts her mouth to meet mine.

My hands sneak under her sweater and run along the bare arch of her back. I feel for her bra and realize she isn’t wearing one. She sighs, pushing her body against mine. I’m so hard—and every movement makes me feel like I’m going to explode.

“Get these off,” I mutter, unzipping her jeans. She laughs and helps me shrug them down over her thighs. I shift my weight, allowing me to unzip my own jeans as she tugs them down over my ass. My cock springs out, and I groan as she reaches for it, her long fingers wrapping around it as she guides it to her pussy. I lift her sweater over her head and thread it from her arms as I gently kiss her rounded breasts.

I retrieve a condom from my pocket and roll it on, then resume letting her be in control. I gasp as she squeezes my tip, placing it at her soft entrance. I’m throbbing, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off. Curling my hand around her neck, I push myself deep inside her. She gasps, her eyes lighting in surprise and I chuckle. She wasn’t expecting me to be so forceful, but right now I’m not thinking with my head.

I crush my mouth against hers, embracing her taste. She kisses me back, her breathing sparse as I drive myself deeper inside of her. Her long legs wrap around my waist, bringing me closer to her.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I growl. I go deeper and harder until I’m ready to explode. I can’t wait any longer. My hands grip the arm of the sofa as I release. Her body rocks against mine, milking my erection. Exhausted, I collapse beside her and roll her into my arms.

“I love the feel of you inside me,” she whispers. She tilts her neck, allowing me to kiss it. Kicking off my jeans, which have migrated down to my knees, I wrap my body around hers, breathing in her smell.

I could lie like this forever. I let out a chuckle as my face nuzzles against hers, a thought hitting me. Last week I was worried her father had this place bugged.

Well, one thing is for sure. If he does, we just gave him one hell of a show.

Chapter 20

Lucy

“I feel like I’m lying to your dad,” Pietro says out of nowhere.

He rolls onto his side, stretching out his long, athletic frame next to me. I run my hand over his chest, memorizing the outline of his ripped muscles. I bite my lip to hide a smile.

“You are lying to him,” I point out.

“Well, that makes me feel better,” he says sourly.

“You had no problem lying to me,” I say, my voice sweet.

“I did have a problem lying to you,” he huffs, slapping me on the ass. “I don’t like being dishonest in general. It’s not who I am.”

“Look at it this way,” I offer, rolling myself on top of him. Straddling him, I run my hands down over his stomach while rocking my body against his. I grin as he hardens beneath me. “This would have to stop if he found out.”

“You make a very valid point,” he mumbles, grabbing my thigh with one hand while his other creeps around my front.

He places a finger to my lips, urging my to suck. I oblige, running my tongue along its length. Slowly, he trails his hand down my body. My nipples harden as he traces circles around them, gently squeezing them between his fingers. He reaches the top of my pubic bone and I gasp, pressing my hips against him. He’s teasing the hell out of me but I take joy in knowing he’s just as horny as I am.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he orders. I do as he tells me, planting my palms flat against the wall above his head. “Don’t move them. If you do, I’ll stop, okay?”

I nod, closing my eyes. I’m so ready for him that the anticipation is killing me. I whimper as he touc