Chapter 42: Cannolli
He took her through the kitchen into the dining room. It was set up like a home gym.
"I don't throw many dinner parties. I get more use out of these than a dining room table," he said.
The living room was pretty sparse for such an ample space. It had an extremely uncomfortable couch, a matching armchair, a coffee table, a flat-screen TV, a stone mantle fireplace, and a sofa table in front of the bay window. There were a pair of matching lamps, one on each end. The ceiling was extremely high. She wondered how he would change the light bulbs if they burned out.
They crossed the foyer and started up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he guided her to the left. She weaved in and out of the bedrooms and the bathrooms.
"This is a lot of house for one person," she said.
"My sister is living with me at the moment," he said. "Though I would like to have a wife someday. Maybe a couple of rugrats."
"Let me know when that happens. I'll send you a wedding present," she ribbed him.
He grabbed her by the waist. "Why would you send me a gift when we get so much from our friends, family, and coworkers? "
"Slow down there, Cowboy. I like you like really a lot like you. I think of you while I am working and at the market, and when I touch myself, I think about you."
"WOW! Did you admit to me that I am the muse for your masturbation sessions?
"My muse? Oh no, Cowboy, you are the subject, not the muse."
"I can't believe that you told me that."
"I am not coy, and I don't fuck around. I don't have time for that."
"I'm going to kiss you princess. I am not worried. I know how this is going to go. I do need to ask you something."
"Yeah? What would that be?"
"Are you in any kind of relationship? Like..... are you sleeping with anyone? Maybe that guy Vasquez?"
She held his face with her hands. "Look at me, Dean. I would never cheat on you, Cowboy. I have been hurt by that so many times I can't do that. Not to someone I respect and have feelings towards."
That's all he needed to hear. "Alexsandra, if you become mine, I will treat you like the princess you are, and maybe one day you could be my queen."
"Your queen? I guess you have the castle."
"And I can give you anything you dream of. Allie, I can give you the world. I can give you ANYTHING you want."
"And exactly how can you do that?
"I have my secrets and my ways."
"I thought you were going to kiss me, Carron."
"Oh, yeah. How could I forget something so important!"
With one arm around her waist and his other hand cradling the back of her head. "Come here, Princess." She stood on her toes to reach up. She is taller than most women, but that was nothing compared to 6'6."
He pulled her tight against him. Her nipples grew instantly hard. Between the feel of his hard body pressed against her chest and his lips ghosting over hers, his hot breath gave her tingles."
He smelled incredible. She mentioned a couple of colognes she liked, and the next day, he went out and bought all of them.
She was already so wet. She's lucky she has on black jeans.
His tongue begged to be let into her mouth. He needed to taste her. She parted her lips, welcoming his tongue. The taste of wine was still on their tongues. Tongues twisting and dancing in perfect time. It was like they were made to be together.
She felt his cock grow stiffer. She had noticed how strained his jeans were with the prominent bulge growing in the front.
She pulled away.
"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Princess, I am so sorry."
"Cowboy, you didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite. I want to say my feet are starting to hurt."
He noticed her on her toes. "Oh. Why didn't you say something before." He put his hands on her waist, picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She let out a little yelp.
"Is that better?"
"Anytime I can wrap my legs around you, it doesn't make it better; it makes it sexy." She made her legs tighter and pressed her core to his bulge. She couldn't control herself, so she started to grind into him.
He put her back up against the wall and pressed himself into her. He could feel how warm she was. He wondered if she was as wet for him and he was hard for her.
"Allie. We should probably stop." He mumbled it through their kiss."
"Yeah." They continued to kiss each other like a thirst they could not quench."
"Allie, I'm serious." He said against her lips. "I am not sure I can control myself if we keep this up."
She pulled away, and he lowered her to the ground.
Dean was doing all he could to adjust himself. He hadn't been this hard since that night they first met.
"Do we need to take care of that?" She palmed his cock and gave it a couple of squeezes.
He closed his eyes, and now his back was against the wall. "As much as I regret saying this, I will be alright. I'll imagine Bruss naked. That should deflate me easily."
She laughed. He loved her laugh and that when she smiled, you could see it in her eyes. Her smile lit up his life. He never wanted to see her hurt, crying, or sick. If she were in any pain, he would try to take it away. He was determined to be the boyfriend she had always deserved.
"One more room to go, my room," he said.
He stepped to the side and let her in first. She finished her drink and put the glass on a side table, on a coaster. She flopped down on her back onto the bed, arms outstretched, looking at the ceiling fan going round and round.
"This room is about the same size as my apartment. This bed is so comfortable," she said. "Hey, if we fall in love, how fast can I move in?"
"If you fall in love with me, how will you know you are in love with me? You've never been in love, remember?" he asked.
He was standing at her feet. He took in her beauty. Her hair was splayed on the bed and looked like a halo around her face.
"I'm not sure, but look how fast I jumped into your bed," she giggled.
She was starting to feel all the alcohol—three bottles of wine with dinner, two long islands—and she was feeling good, open, and relaxed.
"I would like another drink but do not want to move. Your bed feels like a cloud floating in heaven," she said.
She was moving her arms up and down like making a snow angel.
He laughed.
"Hey, wait!"
"Yes?"
"Come here," she said.
He walked over to her.
"Come closer. I have to tell you something."
He leaned over, his weight bared on his left arm. His face was in front of hers. "What, Princess?"
She yanked him down. He caught himself before he ultimately fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and her legs around his waist. She kissed him. Their tongues explore each other's mouths. It made him twitch in his jeans. So much for deflating. She held him there for a minute. Then she released him.
"Ok. I said what I said." She smiled at him.
"We'll pick up this discussion later."
He picked up her glass and let out a small laugh. "Any time you want to talk, I'm game," he said. "Don't steal anything when I'm gone."
"I don't think my purse is big enough to fit your bed. That's all I need."
"Feel free to do some laundry."
"You have a laundry room in your bedroom! SWEET!" She called out to him after he left the room.
He left her alone in his room, on his bed. He smiled as we walked down the stairs.
She lifted herself off the bed and slowly walked around his room. She looked at the pictures on his dresser. They were of him and his sister. Some were recent. Others were when they were kids.
One was of him and his sister; he might have been 12, and she might have been 8. He had his arm extended up in the air, and she was standing on the palm of his hand with her long blonde ponytail and wearing a cheerleading uniform.
One of her on a horse in full riding gear, holding a blue first-place ribbon. She looked so small on the large black horse.
She giggled as she picked up a frame with a photo of him. He was maybe 15 or 16. He had his arm flexed, and his sister was hanging on it like a pull-up bar. She could see how close they were, how important they were to each other.
There was an 8x10 on a roll-top desk. It was recent. It looked like the perfect American family. His mother had truly kind eyes and a genuine smile. His dad looked at his wife like a newlywed on his wedding day, looking at his new bride. It was a loving and longing look you usually don't see in a family photo.
Next to it was another 8x10 of the family with Dean in his Northwestern football uniform, hair drenched in sweat. She thought they all had big smiles; they must have won that game.
A blue dress shirt was hanging on the back of the desk chair. She picked it up and inhaled his scent. Her eyes closed. She was trying to make another memory, this time with the sense of smell.
She continued walking around the room, looking at the things on his huge dresser. Her hand flew up to her mouth. She looked through the bottles.
"Oh my God. He bought all this because I said I liked it. Who is this guy? No wonder he smelled so good he was wearing Nautica.
On the side table, there was a pair of beautiful cufflinks. She picked one up and admired it. The initials were EKS. Next to them was a watch. It was a brand she had never heard of: A. Lange & Sohne. It had an inscription: "U HAVE EXCEEDED OUR EXPECTATIONS." Then, the initials were DES.
That has the same initials as the money clip.
"I thought I told you not to steal anything," he said.
She jumped at the sound of his voice. "I was just admiring your cufflinks."
He came in and handed her the glass. "Those were my great-grandfathers. He left them to me when he passed," he said. "I was like five. I had no idea what a cufflink was. Now, they are one of my most prized possessions."
"I can see why. You're lucky to have family who can pass these family heirlooms on, and this watch is beautiful," she said.
"My parents gave it to me when I graduated."
"Are those your initials on the back?" she asked. "They are DES."
She drained half of the glass.
"It's the second most beautiful thing in this room." He finished his drink.
"How much does something like that cost?"
"I didn't buy it, so you have to ask my parents."
"Umm, I am not asking your parents," she laughed. "I love the pictures of your family. You and your sister look like you're close."
"Yeah, she's tiny, so I always felt I had to protect her."
"I understand. I felt it was my job to protect my little brother. I didn't do an outstanding job."
She took in half of her drink. "She does look small. Can I ask how little she is? She is beautiful."
"She last clocked in at 4 '9. Genetics are a funny thing," he said. "My whole family is very close."
"I would give anything to have had a family like yours. I would give anything to have my family back."
Her voice quivered. She quickly composed herself and took another hefty swallow. "Maybe I should stop after this one. I already won't be able to drive myself home."
"Don't look at me," he said, holding his hands. "You're welcome to stay here. You can have the bed, I'll sleep in the basement, or I can get Arthur to take you home."
"Or you can just stay in the big puffy cloud with me. What side is yours?" she asked, draining her drink.
"Whatever side you don't want," he said.
She didn't know if it was the sexual tension in the room or the alcohol, but her stomach was a flutter.
"Do we have dessert?" she asked. "I could use something sweet."
She turned and headed out of the room.
"I guess we're all done in here," he said to an empty room.
He caught up with her at the top of the stairs. He held her back and went in front of her. "Maybe you should hold my shoulders, just in case."
"THAT is an excellent idea," she said. "Even if I fall, it will feel like hitting a brick wall."
"Come on, I have cannoli's from Corbos' in the fridge."
She playfully pushed him. Not that it made him wavier. As she said, a wall."Let's get moving. I love those. It's been so long since I've had those. Parking in Little Italy is always a fucking nightmare," she said.
"Let's take them downstairs and watch a movie."
She held his shoulders when they walked down to the basement. Somehow, she tripped down the stairs. She fell forward into his back. He wrapped her legs around his waistband and hitched her up on his back, and she propped her arms on his shoulders.
He carried her on his back till they reached the couch. He playfully dumped her off his back.
"Do I need to tip the driver?" she asked.
"A kiss would be nice for my services."
She pulled on his shirt, and he slowly went down over her, his arms braced on each side of her shoulders, caging her in. Their lips met, and her tongue met his.
He tasted like bourbon and rum. She wanted to kiss him till she was drunk on him. He pulled back a little and gave her one last kiss on the lips.
"I completely forgot the cannolis," he said.
"Seriously, Cowboy?"
"We still need to watch the greatest bar movie ever made, no offense to Coyote Ugly," he said with a smile.
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