Broken Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 3)

Fumbling with the zipper, I open my suitcase and get out my clothes. “I better unpack before I fall asleep.”

Lucca stands at the foot of the bed for a few more seconds before he finally leaves. He walks by me, brushing his arm against mine, even though there is plenty of space to go around. I roll my eyes at his antics and continue unpacking, ignoring the tingling on my arm where he touched me and the manly scent he left behind in the air.

When I’m done hanging up all my shirts in the oversized closet, I fold and put away every pair of pants. Lastly, I organize and stash away my underwear and shoes before sliding the now empty suitcase under the bed.

I briefly play with the idea of crawling back into bed and taking a nap, but decide against it. I’d much rather explore the rest of the house.

I make it about three steps down the hall when I come to a stop again. I see him before I hear the faint grunting noise coming from Lucca. His back is turned to me, which means he has been grunting pretty loud for me to hear. Immediately, I wonder if he is doing it on purpose to lure me here.

I want to ask him, but my tongue is super-glued to the roof of my mouth. I watch Lucca’s back while he does pull-ups using a bar mounted onto the doorframe. He is only wearing a pair of shorts now. His upper body is bare, the muscles bulge and move as he flexes and pulls himself up slowly. Sweat drips down his skin, making it glisten.

Fuck, I want to run my hands over it. Maybe even kiss… or lick it.

Mesmerized by the show Lucca is putting on, I stand there like a perv and watch him work out. His grunting gets louder and his pull-ups slower until he suddenly jumps down and turns to face me.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Huh?” I ask, like I have no idea what he is talking about. “I was just looking for a towel. I didn’t even notice you,” I lie, trying my best to play it off.

“Sure.” Lucca grins knowingly. “What do you need a towel for?”

“What towel?”

Lucca’s smile widens. “You just said you were looking for a towel.”

“Yes, yes. Of course, the towel,” I say, trying to look everywhere besides his chest. “I was gonna take a shower. So that’s why I need a towel. Because you know, to dry off after.”

“Got it. So towels are used to dry off after a shower? Huh, I didn’t know,” he teases. “There are some in your bathroom.”

“Okay, great. I’m going to take a shower then.” A cold one, probably, to cool the fuck off.

“Cool, me too.”

I scurry back to my room, not even noticing that Lucca is following me until I’m already in my bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a shower. I told you.”

“Yeah, but you can take on in your bathroom. We don’t have to take one together.”

“We don’t have to, but we are going to,” Lucca tells me, leaving no room for objections. He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. Cool air washes over my hot skin, sending an army of goosebumps across my arms.

My nipples harden under the thin fabric of my bra, and when I catch him looking at my breast, I know he sees it too. Before I can object, Lucca is on his knees, shimmying down my pants and underwear, then tugging off my socks.

Since I’m already mostly naked, I end up taking my bra off myself while Lucca removes his shorts. His already hard cock springs free, pointing at me angrily.

“I’m not having sex with you. I agreed to a shower… well, technically, I didn’t even agree to that,” I murmur as I watch Lucca’s ass while he turns on the shower.

I snap my eyes back up a second before he turns around.

“I didn’t ask for sex, even though I’m sure you’d be wet and ready if I reached between those thighs right now. However, I can’t help getting hard when you are in the same room naked. Now, get in,” he orders.

“Demanding as always.” I shake my head but get into the shower like he asks. I step into the hot water and tip my head to the side, letting the spray massage my neck and shoulders. “When are you going to stop?” I ask when I feel Lucca step into the shower behind me.

He touches my shoulder and turns me to face him before answering. “Stop what?”

“Stop pretending there is suddenly more between us.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. There was always more between us. I’m done fighting that there is. Stop pushing me away. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

“You just want to control me—”