with me on my birthday means the world to me.
I’m in love with Santino! I have to tell him, but he’s backing out of the truck doorway. “Wait—”
“Fingers and toes in,” he says, pressing his mouth to mine and then shutting the door. Santino and his uncle’s muffled voices carry through the window. I catch a few phrases like I had earlier. This time, I trust him. Biting my lip, I wait patiently for him to get into the truck.
“Will your mom and Antonia be okay?”
“Yes. Just give me these last few days with you, Gina. Then we can worry about our families.”
I offer a faint nod as he pulls away from the crash site. Piero strolls across the street. Dropping the fishing cap over the top of his head, he adds distance between us.
“Is your uncle . . .”
“He’ll be fine. His driver is down the hill in his car. That was a stolen ride he came up here to check on us in. Good thing, since you can’t drive.”
“Humph, I won’t deny it ei-either,” I manage as a vehicle with the deputy seal coasts by us.
“Next time you feel inclined to give us up with that guilty look, Bella, c’mere. Wrap those lips around my dick.”
“Heh, you kidnapped me, Santino. Once the coast is clear, place your lips on my kitty.”
From my peripheral, I watch as Santino’s tongue dips out. He slithers it around like it’s worth a million confirmations of approval on a social media post. From the corner of my eyes, I stare. Yummm!
“Bad Santa!” I snap when he catches my eye contact.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been missing this, sweetie . . .”
“I said no sweetie—”
“Pie.”
“Or variation of it, Dirty Santa! Anyway, you’re running out of sweet nicknames.”
“Another one,” he mutters, jutting his chin.
While Santino holds up two fingers to subtly cover his face, I gape at another cop car.
“You’re bad at this, Bella. You forget those bedroom eyes, those lips. With a pretty face like that, you can rob—.”
“I’m not robbing a bank, Santino,” I groan.
“I didn’t say that. Must be a fantasy?” He cocks a brow.
“Santi, have we been at this stoplight for a hundred years?”
“Is it a fantasy?”
“Robbing a bank? Really? We are on totally different subjects.”
He further probes. “Is it?”
“It may have been a few decades ago after watching a movie with four kickass, black ladies. Ahem, I’m not answering . . .”
“Hey, I’m helping you, sweet tart.”
“Assh—”
“You didn’t even tense.” He cocks his head to another cop.
“How are you so calm, Santino? Not sure how far we are from the city, but this is your truck.”
“When you were sleeping on our long ride to the cabin, I switched the plates. These are registered. Not a single issue. But now that you’re anxious again and refuse to discuss devious fetishes, we’ll do something else.”
My eyebrow lifts as Santino increases the heater temperature. “It’s dark out, Bad Santa. But FYI, I’m still a little frazzled about dying, not the cops in general . . . Anyway, I’m listening.”
“Remove your pants.”
“No way.”
“It’s warmer now. Do it.”
I’ve kicked off one boot when I notice the other must not have made it. Then I’m eagerly shoving the pants down over my hips. Santino grabs my thigh. His fingernails clutch into my skin.
His delicious Italian accent groans, “Yes, we are in a confined space, but you will move sexier for Daddy.”
Little does he know I can’t wait to come out of these jeans. The button’s stabbing my fluffy tummy. I inch the rough material, exposing more of my chocolate brown legs.
“Bella,” Santino begins, his voice lowers to a delicious lustful baritone. “I’m gonna make you spread those sweet lips between your thighs and fuck your pussy with your fingers.”
My eyes close at his explicit yet dreamy tone, and my hand disappears into my panties.
“You’re so eager.” Santino’s thumb rubs circles over my wrist and removes my hand from my underwear. He puts my palm to his lips, then kisses each of my fingertips as I groan.
“First, listen to all my commands, Gina. Spread your legs, nice and wide, with your feet on the edges of your seat. Since I’m driving and I don’t get to see that exquisite pussy, tell Daddy how wet you are.”
I gasp, “Wet, very wet.”
“Not with your words, baby. All I want you to do with that mouth is groan and moan until I’m fucking it. You may also scream my name as you fuck your pussy. But you will bring your