Twisted Bonds (The Camorra Chronicles 4)

Champagne shot out of my nose when I snort-laughed, my skin heating. “TMI, Fina!”

Leona was grabbing the edge of her sun chair so she didn’t fall off as she giggled and sloshed alcohol everywhere.

“Does Savio know?” Leona asked.

“I doubt he’d care,” I said. “The flamingo has seen a lot from what I hear.”

Serafina shrugged. “We cleaned it afterward, so…”

I clamped a hand over my eyes, unable to believe the turn our conversation had taken. A few years ago something like this would have been impossible for me.

“What about you, Kiara? What’s the freakiest place where you had sex?”

I peered at Serafina through my fingers then lowered them slowly, sending her an embarrassed smile. I ran my fingers along the rim of the glass as I contemplated how little I’d done so far. We hadn’t ventured out of our bedroom often so far. “We made out in the shower of the changing room in Roger’s Arena once, and in the pool,” I said. “But that’s it. I think Nino’s holding back for me.”

Serafina pursed her lips. “Then you’ll have to show him that you want to be more adventurous. I can really recommend doing it somewhere in the nature or try the flamingo.”

I shoved my glass toward her. “I need more alcohol.”

We had finished the third bottle and had moved on to a peppermint schnapps Serafina had discovered somewhere in the back of the bar when the men found us. By then we were completely trashed.

Remo was carrying Greta and Nevio, and cocked his eyebrows when he saw us. “I see you found Savio’s secret stash of schnapps.”

I took a gulp from my glass and shuddered from the taste. “Disgusting. It tastes like toothpaste.” Then I laughed, and Serafina and Leona joined in.

“That didn’t stop you from emptying the bottle, I see,” Nino said, lifting the schnaps bottle.

Fabiano walked over to Leona and helped her to her feet. She fell into his arms, grinning. “We talked about traveling Down Under.”

Fabiano frowned and he glanced at Remo then Nino who shrugged. “Maybe next year.”

Serafina and I burst out laughing.

“I hope you head Down Under more than once a year,” Serafina teased.

Realization crossed Fabiano’s face and he cocked an eyebrow. “Come on, Leona. I’m in the mood for some traveling.”

Remo shook his head. Nevio was babbling and laughing, determined to be in on the fun even if he had no clue what it was. Greta, as usual, watched everything with her quiet scrutiny.

“I guess I should try to get our little monsters to sleep. You’re probably randy as fuck after all the sex talk?” Remo said and gave Serafina his twisted smile. She pushed to her feet, swayed then managed to make her way over to her husband and twins. “I’m in the mood for a bit of Down Under traveling too.”

They disappeared and I stumbled to my feet, but plopped back down on the chair again. Nino came over and I smiled up at him. Slowly my eyes traveled the length of his body, the way his shirt hugged his muscles, and my core tightened with need. Nino bent over me, grabbing my waist to pull me to my feet. I grabbed his neck and kissed him. He responded but he was restrained. I pulled back. “I want you.”

He searched my eyes. “You’re very drunk.”

“I always want you. I don’t need to be sober for it. This isn’t a first date,” I joked. I cupped him through his pants, kneading lightly and feeling him harden under my touch.

Nino’s mouth twitched. “I see alcohol lowers your inhibitions.”

“Does it bother you if I’m like this?” I asked and didn’t stop rubbing him, enjoying how quickly he responded to me, how eager he was for me.

Nino got down on his haunches, leaving me no choice but to release him. “No, I’m glad that you’re finally confident enough to say what you want and act on your desires.”

He wrapped one arm around my waist and leaned closer as his other hand slipped under my skirt and began stroking me. I was already wet and aching for him. I looked towards the house, wondering how much of this would be visible from the windows. This part of the pool area wasn’t as hidden as the pool itself. I didn’t see anyone but the risk remained. Most of it would be shielded by Nino’s broad back though. Nino followed my gaze. “Should I stop and continue inside?”

I shook my head quickly. “No.”

His mouth twitched and he slowly pushed two fingers into me. I gasped at the delicious stretch as he thrust into me.

“Fina told me that she and Remo listened in on us having sex once,” I said between moans, curious about Nino’s reaction and surprised when he only nodded.

“I know. Remo told me, and I heard them through the open window.”