Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (47 page)

When I moved my fingers off Dante’s lips, he simply nodded. “Yes, cara, they want to make the move. Alex loves your friend, and it’s obvious she loves him. He is proposing to her, in fact, he probably already has. There will be no problems for us all to move to Italy. I am a citizen already, you will become one by marrying me, and Alex and Mel, will be Italian residents. The fact, that they are coming to work, at the vineyard, makes them appealing to the Italian government.”

He reached for me, sliding his body closer to mine, so he could kiss me softly on the forehead.

“Now I will address all your concerns. I know you are worried about how much money I have, but you shouldn’t. I don’t think about it, it’s not who I am. I only have this kind of wealth because I had Grandparents who loved me, and wanted to provide for my future. If the tables had been turned, and it was you, who had inherited, making you a woman of great wealth, would you still feel the same?”

I frowned at his words. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.

“No, I probably wouldn’t. I guess you have a valid point.”

“That is exactly my point. I want you to remember these things, for whenever you feel a moment of insecurity, once we’re in Italy. The first thing is, no matter how busy I might seem, no matter how many women flirt with me, no matter how much time I might spend dealing with staff and guests, at the vineyard, you are the one I come home to. You are the one I hold in my arms in bed. You are the one I wake up beside. You are the one; I find solace, and my release inside. You are the one carrying my child. You are the one, I’m going to marry, but above all else, the one thing you need to remember, whenever even a moment’s insecurity takes up root within you; you are the one I love. That is all that matters cara. Never lose sight of that.”

At his words, I burst into tears. I don’t know if it was because he’d just said something so beautiful to me, or whether it was my hormones being all over the place, now I was pregnant, or maybe a little of both.

“Gracie, what is wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, pressing my face into his neck, where I cried even harder. “Please, tell me, what have I done to upset you so?”

“You haven’t done anything.” I mumbled, and sobbed against his warm skin.

“Something must be wrong, you are crying so hard.”

I lifted my head from his neck, and raised tear drenched eyes to his. “I love you Dante, so much, and I’m sorry I hurt you when I…well…you know why I’m sorry. I’m not crying because something is wrong, I’m crying because what you just said; is so perfect and beautiful, and I’m pregnant and probably a little hormonal, and chances are, I’ll do this a lot over the next nine months, so you might want to get used to it.”

“You can be as hormonal as you want, my beautiful Grace. I love you, and you are growing our child inside you. I look forward to experiencing every change in your body, comforting you, when you feel the need to cry, for no reason. I will be there through every step of this pregnancy. I cannot wait to watch you swell, and ripen with child.”

I smirked. “Even when it’s my ankles that are swollen, and if I’m not throwing up, I’m eating everything in sight?”

“Then I will dedicate myself, to getting you whatever food you want, no matter how strange the combination; and I will elevate and massage your feet. I will do whatever it takes for you to be happy, and comfortable, as you grow our child.”

I threw my good arm around his neck. “I love you Dante, so much.”

“I love you Grace.” He’d no sooner spoken the words, when I heard his phone chime, for an incoming message.

We both looked at each other for a moment, before he released me, to reach over and grab it.

I watched him, one hand twisting a lock of hair between my fingers, as he read whatever had been sent to him, and when his face lit up in a bright smile, I quirked an eyebrow at him.

He didn’t speak, simply turned his phone towards me, and when I saw the words written on the screen, I too felt the biggest smile, light up my face.

They were just three words, three little words, which were, life changing in a lot of ways. Those three little words were
.
‘She said yes.’

Epilogue

Five Years Later

“My beautiful wife is looking a little sleepy. Would she like to go inside and have a siesta?” The warm, deep and very sexy voice of my husband, brought me out of the light doze, I’d slipped into.

“Where’s Mercedes?” I asked, but right at that moment, I heard the high pitched squeal of our daughter, and pulled myself up onto my elbows, where I could see her in the pool, inflatables on both arms, while one of the staff’s  older children, entertained her.

“Gabriella is so good with her, is she not?” Dante asked, although his eyes were on our daughter, as she splashed and played in the pool. He walked over to watch Mercedes in the water, before he neatly and cleanly dived into the pool, surfacing next to her, making her giggle loudly, as she launched herself into his arms. 

She was so much like her father. Brown hair that fell to her shoulders already, despite only being four years old. Her eyes were as dark as his, and would flash a lighter shade of chocolate, when she was angry, or in one of her stubborn, mutinous moods.

“Hey there sugar, you look like you need a siesta.” I turned, when I heard Alex’s voice. He was grinning, as he sauntered towards me, holding the hand of his wife, and my best friend, Mel.

She was positively glowing, and I’m not sure it was all to do with the large baby bump she carried, as she half waddled towards us. Oh yeah, she had reached the waddling stage, and it made me so happy to see it.

I’d had to put up with endless teasing, about how I’d walked when I was heavily pregnant, well, now it would be my turn.

My eyes narrowed as I watched their approach. They were both glowing, with what I suspected was a sexual glow, brought on from satisfying orgasms, not a pregnancy glow. Well, not from Alex anyway.

“You look positively radiant.” I said to Mel, grinning at her. “So do you.” I shot Alex a smirk. Mel blushed, and a wide grin lit up his face. I knew it.

It was funny, after almost five years of us living and working together in a foreign country, we’d all settled in really well. Mel and I were learning Italian, slowly. It wasn’t coming to either of us that easily, but it didn’t matter too much, as everyone who worked at the winery, spoke English, anyway.

We’d had a double wedding not that long after moving here. By me marrying Dante in Italy, citizenship was automatic as he was a citizen. Alex and Mel were residents of the country, both listed as working for my husband.

Of course, technically, Mel and I didn’t work for him. I helped where I could, and we were working on a big, brand new advertising campaign for the vineyard.

Alex worked with Dante, keeping the business side of such a large enterprise, under control.

I had quickly overcome my insecurities, over the money and the women, who flaunted themselves at Dante. I had nothing to worry about. He was always polite to everyone, but not once, did he ever show anything, that looked even remotely like interest in anyone, other than me.

Becoming parents had brought us even closer together. In the early days, we were united by lack of sleep, but Mercedes had grown, and when she was a toddler, she had shown a surprising independence and stubbornness.

“She definitely takes after her mother.” Dante liked to remind me often, when our daughter was a handful, and I really couldn’t deny it.

I snapped out of my musing, when Mel lowered her pregnant self, carefully into one of the loungers by the pool. I smiled over at her before we both turned back to watch, as Alex jumped into the pool, causing such a wave, that Mercedes squealed.

“Uncle Alex.” She dragged his name out, in that whining tone that said, she was clearly not happy with him.

He swam over to her, and said something in her ear, which instantly brought a big beaming smile to her face.

“So, ten years ago, would you have believed this is where we would end up?” I asked, as we watched the antics in the pool.

Mel laughed. “No way, but how amazing is it? We have gorgeous husbands; we live in a beautiful country, on a massive vineyard. There are people all around us, who do everything. We are still together as friends after all these years, and our husbands are best friends. Fate has truly been kind to us.” She said, rubbing her stomach, a soft, loving smile on her face.

“What has you two so deeply engrossed in conversation?” Dante suddenly bent over me, blocking out the sun momentarily with his big muscular body, and I squeaked when cold water dripped from him onto me.

“We were talking about how much our lives have changed.” Mel explained.

“You’ve made me all wet.” I protested, wiping at the water, which continued to fall from him, all over me.

He dropped immediately to his haunches by my side, his lips pressed to my ear. “I like you all wet though cara.”

At his words, I rolled my eyes, but I still felt my body respond to him, as it always did. One look, one touch, just a hint of heat from him, and my body was clambering with desire. I was so easy when it came to Dante.

This time was no exception, and despite me first complaining about the water, now I welcomed the cool droplets, that nearly sizzled on my overheated skin.

“I want you to come with me Grace; I have something I need you to look over.” He stood, holding his hand out to me, and I placed mine in his, letting him pull me to my feet. “Come.” He began to pull me after him, as we headed towards the house.

“What is it?” I asked, and he bent towards me again, snagging my lips in a brief kiss, before shifting them to my ear.

“I want to fuck you. You look so beautiful. You have captured some sun, and your skin is glowing. I have a sudden, desperate need to be inside my wife.”

“Oh fuck Dante; you have such a way with words.” I whispered. “The only problem is, what about Mercedes? She can’t be left alone.”

“Alex is with her, and I told Gabriella to keep an eye on her.”

“Does Alex know why you’ve dragging me back to the house?”

He grinned, that slow, lazy grin of his. “Of course, and he understands, given he’s just been fucking his wife, for the last couple of hours. It’s nearly a full time job, keeping Melanie satisfied, now she’s pregnant, or so Alex tells me.”

“Well, there’s nothing like being pregnant, to take a girl’s libido up a notch or two.” I agreed.

When Dante led me into our bedroom, and closed the door, he wasted no time, pulling my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing more, than a tiny pair of lace panties.

I watched him tear off the shorts he wore swimming, leaving him gloriously naked, and clearly aroused.

As I stared at him, he walked forward, swinging me into his arms, before depositing me on the bed. He reached for the elastic of my panties, pulling them down my legs, and tossing them to the floor.

Climbing onto the bed, he crawled towards me, his expression filled with carnal intent. When he reached me, he bent his head, his lips touching mine. It was a slow, sensual kiss that seemed to go on and on, until I finally had to pull away, to drag air into my starving lungs.

Dante began to make his way down the front of me, stopping to lick and suck at my neck, my nipples, which were very sensitive, beading into hard peaks from his lips and tongue.

He kissed his way over my stomach before pausing, his eyes meeting mine. “God, I love you so much, my beautiful Grace. I have never experienced as much happiness, as I have since I first found you again. Everything is just perfect. We have a wonderful life, a gorgeous daughter, and in a few more months, our son will be born.” He lowered his lips, kissing the swell of my stomach.

“Who would have guessed, that the woman who couldn’t have children, will soon be the mother of two.” I whispered, raising my hand, to comb my fingers through Dante’s wet hair. “Now, make love to me.” I said, tugging him down to me.

“Whatever my beautiful wife wants, my beautiful wife shall get.” He said, lowering his head, his lips closing over mine, and with one kiss, one touch, I was lost to the heady, intense, all-consuming desire, that only Dante, could arouse in me.

The End

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