The Woman in the Trunk

"Well, you are free to come and go. To go back to that bakery to work. Whatever you want to do."

"But?"

"But... you come back here at night," he finished, giving my hip a squeeze.

"What? In the basement?" I asked, heart starting to trip into overdrive, having an idea what he was saying, but a part of me needed to hear him spell it out for me.

"In this bed," he clarified. "With me," he added, pulling me closer, then down to straddle his waist, hungry hands starting to roam.

"We don't know each other that well," I insisted, even as every part of me wanted to believe we could make something work.

"We know enough. I know enough. And we will learn more as time goes on," he told me, fingers starting to pull up the back of my shirt. "Say yes," he demanded, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

He wasn't a man who showed that often, but he had given it to me a few times. The real side of him. The raw part.

Those parts of me responded to it, too, knowing that there wouldn't be a single person on this earth who could ever possibly understand what I had been through over the last few weeks more than Lorenzo. And, what's more, I didn't want anyone else to try.

"Okay. Yes to trying. No to what you are doing with your hands right now," I objected, feeling his fingertips tease the sides of my breasts. "I need to shower," I added, cringing at how much I needed that luxury—a long, hot, soapy shower, and a date with a razor, too, I imagined.

"Mmhmm," he agreed, lips buzzing against my neck as he made the sound. "We can shower. Later. We gotta get dirty first."

There was no way to fight that logic, now, was there?

If there was, I didn't want to figure it out.

So we got dirty.

Then we got clean.

And then we started this strange, scary, wonderful new life together.EpilogueLorenzo - 1 Day"Go back to bed," Giana snapped at me as soon as my foot stepped into the kitchen.

"Got shit to do, babe," I said, walking up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, leaning down to bite into her neck. "No rest for the wicked," I added, my fingers slipping down to press between her thighs.

Her reaction was immediate, her back leaning into me, her ass wiggling against me, her head falling onto my shoulder as a little mewling noise escaped her.

I was just starting to get used to that sound. I wanted to hear a fuck of a lot more of it in the coming days, weeks, months, years, decades if things went the way I wanted them to.

Because Brio was right.

If there was ever a woman who could handle this lifestyle, it was one who fearlessly racked up a body count in just a couple days.

Sure, we had a lot to learn about each other. That would come. But I knew the basics. Her hard-working mindset, her loyalty, her stubbornness, her attitude, her pride, the movies she liked, the food she preferred, her history with her family, the way she curled into me at night.

We'd laid some groundwork.

The rest would come.

"You need to take it easy," Gigi scolded me, even as her hips did a roll, getting more friction for her needy pussy.

"I took it easy for a week," I reminded her, pressing my hard cock against her.

"A coma is not rest," she insisted, trying to laugh, but my finger did another swipe against her clit.

"I slept for a week. That's rest. More than you've gotten," I added, releasing her, turning her, lifting her up onto the counter. Her thighs parted for me as I moved between, my cock pressing against her pussy. "I should be telling you to go back to bed. In fact, I like that. Get back in bed. Naked," I told her, rocking my hips against her.

"I will go back to bed. Naked," she agreed, hands drifting around my hips. "But only if you go back with me. And stay there," she clarified. "For two days."

"I can't go to bed for two days, babe," I told her, my hand sliding up under her shirt, closing over her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "I can spare an hour or so, though," I said, my fingers pinching her nipple hard, watching as her head fell back, her lips parting on a silent moan.

"Morning, roomies!" Emilio said from behind us, making my hand slide out from under Gigi's shirt as she let out a quiet whimper.

Yeah.

Emilio was going to be one hell of a cockblock.

I wanted a chance to fuck Giana on every surface of this house. It wasn't going to be easy to do that with Milo constantly popping into rooms randomly.

That said, I said he could crash for a while. I couldn't take that back. Besides, even if I did, he wouldn't listen. He was going to stay close until things were more stable. Or, at least, until I was fully on my feet again.