Broken Hart (The Hart Family) (27 page)

The rest of dinner passes uneventfully, and after dinner everyone takes their leave, but not before offering to help me move my stuff in next weekend.

On her way out, Brooke tells me that she’s going to think about who should move in to the house with her.  I tell her there is no rush, as the house is paid off and she's got time.

After we finish turning off the lights and locking the doors, Dante and I head upstairs to get ready for bed.  I’m just finished brushing my teeth when he comes in to the bathroom completely naked and makes his way over to me.  Sliding up behind me, he puts his hands on my waist, pulling me back up against him.

Laying my head back on his shoulder, I watch in the mirror as he slides his hands down to the hem of my negligee.  Leaning me forward he takes the negligee off me before settling his hands back on my waist and pulling me back against him.

Running his hands up and down my sides, he smiles at me in the mirror.  “It feels more real now that everyone knows, doesn’t it?  I like it a hell of a lot more than I ever could have imagined.  This is our house now.  We’re in our bathroom.”

I smile back at him, touched by how happy he is.  I love him so much, it takes my breath away.  I wish that I could tell him, but I don’t know if it’s the right time yet.

Bending me forward, he places my hands on the marble counter. 

“I’d like to make love to you here, in our bathroom, with the mirrors all around us.  I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as I make you cum.”

Smiling, I bend further forward, crossing my arms and laying my elbows on the counter. 

Meeting his gaze in the mirror I nod.  “Yes.  God yes Dante.  I’m so wet baby.  All I could think about when we were at the table in the backyard eating dinner was that you had me on that table last night.”

Growling, he holds my waist as he positions himself at my opening.  Meeting my eyes in the mirror, he holds my gaze as he pushes forward. 

Biting my lip, I moan as he works his way inside of me.

“Look at yourself in the mirror baby.  See what I see.”

Lifting my head, I look at myself in the mirror.  My eyes are glassy and unfocused, my cheeks and décolleté flushed, my lips swollen and impossibly large.

It’s surprisingly sexy to watch myself as he fucks me, so arousing that I can’t help but clench my inner muscles all around him.

“Ah.  I see that you get it now.  When I’m at the office, I think of how your face looks when I’m inside your tight, wet heat.  Even if people are in the room, when I think of your face as you cum, my dick is immediately rock hard.  It’s all I can do not to take you right there, in front of everyone.  I struggle not to touch you, to let everyone know that you’re all mine.  You’re so beautiful baby, so perfect inside and out, and believe me I’d know.  When I’m inside of you, I’m more than just inside your tight pussy.  I’m inside of every part of you, just like you’re inside of me right now.  Physically I might be the one that gets to be inside, but that’s not what this is.  It’s so much stronger than that.  You’re just as deep in me as I am in you.  I feel you everywhere.”

With each word, he’s bringing me closer to edge, and he knows it because he picks up his pace and increases the friction.  The slapping noise as he fucks in and out of me, along with the smell of his skin and the view of him as he does it, is making me so hot I’m going to explode.

“Oh
Dante please!
I’m going to cum so hard.  Fuck me baby.  Don’t stop.”

Shaking his head, he starts fucking me harder.  “Oh honey, as if I could!  I could never, ever st
op.  You have no idea.  So good and
so right
.  You’re
absolutely
amazing.  You don't realize what you do to me baby.  It's everything to me.  But tonight is about you.  Look at me in the mirror and don’t look away.  I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

He’s no sooner finished that sentence than he starts really hammering in and out of me, sliding his hand down and starting to rub my clit.

I feel him everywhere, in every pore, as he fucks me so hard my legs almost give out.  Sliding his hand away from my dripping core, he slides his middle finger in to my ass.  Within a minute he’s got his whole finger in, and he sets to fucking my
ass
with his finger. 

When he hits the bottom of my womb with his cock and starts wiggling his finger inside my ass, I erupt, shouting my release as I look in to his eyes in the mirror, watching in awe as I feel him start spewing his release in to me. 

The look in his eyes is potent and feral, his face a mask of absolute pleasure as he convulses inside of me.

Gathering me up in his arms, he takes me to bed, laying my head against his chest as we both relax in to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY

One Monday afternoon just over a month
after Dante and I officially moved in together, Damien stops in to our office suite to see me at the end of the day with what he says is big news.

Plopping down in front
of my desk, he gives me an odd
smile.  “Well Rina, I took your advice.  I’m pleased to report that I’ve been seeing the same woman for the last two weeks.”

Smacking my desk with my hand, I let out a “holy shit!”  Apparently it was a bit too loud, because it brings Dante out from his office within seconds. 

“Sweetheart, is everything okay?”

Laughing, I turn and smile at him.  “Sorry honey.  Yes, I’m fine.  But you need to hear this.  Take a seat next to your brother and listen up.”

Stopping first to kiss me, he steps away a minute later and makes his way to the other side of my desk before dropping down in to the chair next to Damien.

Damien chuckles.  “Jesus, you two are ridiculous to watch.  You can barely keep your hands off of each other.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  It’s actually surprising that you manage to make it through every work day without ravaging each other.”

Dante lets out a delighted laugh.  “Honestly, there are many days that we
don’t
…
make it through the whole day that is. You have no idea."

Dante gives him a mock glare.  “Yikes bro, TMI.  She’s like a sister to me.  I don’t want to think about whatever it is you two do in here when the door is locked.  Which now that I think about it happens fairly often these days.  Yuck!”

Sticking my tongue out at Damien before giving him a smile, I urge him to continue.  “Damien, tell your brother what you just told me.”

Rolling his eyes at me, Damien turns to Dante.  “I just told Sabrina… I’ve been dating someone for the last two weeks.”

Dante’s eyes go wide as he yells, “holy shit!”

I laugh and point at him as I say, “See! Shocking, right?”

Turning back to Damien, I immediately start pumping him for details.  “Alright, tell us everything.  Well, not everything.  Don’t go all Dante and give us TMI.  But do tell us who she is and where you met her.”

Taking a deep breath, he jumps right in.  “Her name is Tally.  She’s twenty-four.  Beautiful.  Smart.  She’s very conservative and she’s won’t even consider having sex unless it’s serious.  She’s making me work for it, so I can’t even go all TMI on you, since there isn’t anything to tell.  I’ve not even kissed her yet.”

Dante and I exchange the briefest of looks at that.  Far be it from me to say anything about who Damien likes, but as highly sexual as he is… I hope that being told no for the first time ever isn’t making him think things that he isn’t actually feeling.  I
can tell
Dante just thought the same thing.

Oblivious to the look that Dante and I just shared, Damien continues.  “Believe it or not, I met her through Spencer's mother.  He got roped in to one of her cocktail parties and he forced me to go with him for moral support.  I’d never have believed that I’d meet a girl like that in a setting like that, but there she was.”

Dante raises an eyebrow at this.  Spencer’s mother was friends with Dante and Damien’s mother, and was heavily involved in the scene that their parents were involved in.  They tell me she hasn't changed much.  I'm actually surprised Spencer agreed to go anywhere near her.  She must have really played with his mind.

I’m surprised that Damien met someone at one of Spencer’s mother’s soirees.  Dante and I had to go to one for business reasons, and it was just awful.  Every person there was fake and over the top obnoxious.

Spencer’s mother is a dish best served cold, or not at all.  She’s about as warm as a pit viper.  I disliked her on site. 

Nodding at Dante, I encourage him to speak first. 

“Well.  That is a surprise.  Marceline’s parties are notoriously filled with beautiful people with horrific personalities.  I always hate going to her functions and I know you do too.  Hits a little too close to home, since she was a staple at all of our parent’s parties.”

Damien shakes his head in agreement.  “God knows that’s true.  That’s another reason Tally was such a surprise.  Imagine someone not sexually active being anywhere near a Marceline Cross party.”

Shuddering, Dante nods.  “Ugh.  I hate thinking of Marceline and her bullshit.  Continue.”

“I saw her right away, of course.  Like I said, she’s stunning.  She was there with a girlfriend who is dating one of Marceline’s ‘friends’.  Naturally I was drawn to Tally because of her beauty, and I decided to see if she was like the rest of the trash there.  I was pleasantly surprised that she wasn’t.”

I laugh at that.  “Honey, finding someone normal at a Marceline party must have been quite a shock.  Aside from you and Spencer, I can’t imagine anyone else there that I’d speak to.”

Nodd
ing, Dante laughs.  “That mirrors my thinking exactly.  S
o you can see why Tally was a surprise.  I’ve been out with her on six dates over the last two weeks.  I’m interested in seeing where this goes.  It's time for
me to do something about… um…
it's necessary that I date.  I think.  The reason I’m here now is… well, I’d like to bring her to a Sunday dinner.  This is the first time I’ve ever seen the same woman more than just a few times.  I want everyone to see… I mean meet her.”

Staring at Damien, Dante nods. “Throwing her in the deep end, eh?  I guess we will see if this girl is worth your time by seeing if she fits in like Sabrina and Brooke do."

I giggle and say, “Aww, that’s sweet Dante.  I didn’t know I was a Litmus test.”