All Grown Up (21 page)

After dinner, I helped Mrs. Jones clean up and put the food away. Dom laughed at my insistence but then started helping as well. Once it was all cleaned up and put away, we left the kitchen hand in hand.

"Movie?"
I nodded and smiled.
I couldn’t stop smiling with him.

When he led us out of the living room
, where I had assumed we were watching the movie, I thought maybe we were going out.

"I should get my purse if we are going out to
–"

He laughed. "We aren’t going out. We are watching the movie
in here." He kept leading the way.

"Oh
," I said quietly, my brow furrowed in confusion.

W
e walked through a new set of double doors and I gasped. "HOLY SHIT! You have a movie theater!” It wasn’t a question, I could clearly see it was a personal movie theater, it was an exclamation and borderline freak out.

I heard him full belly laugh at my reaction. "Yes," was all he could get
out.

I turned and scowled at him "Are you laughing at me?" I raised my eyebrow.

"No, La mia Chloe." I crossed my arms, not believing him. "I’m laughing at your reaction." He laughed again. "Your reactions are always so genuine, it’s refreshing." He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him.

His smiling lips pressed
against mine, mumbling, "La mia bella Chloe ".

That set me on fire
. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling us closer, as his hands slid around to my lower back. I slid my tongue over his lower lip and nibbled gently. He gasped, parting his lips slightly, allowing our tongues to dance together, twisting and gliding.

My right hand slid up behind his head
, deepening the kiss, as his hands slid over my ass. I pressed my body firmly into his, feeling his erection against my belly, a pulse surging between my thighs. He grasped the back of my thighs and lifted me. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist and he staggered over to one of the large couches in the room. He sat down, pulling me with him to straddle his thighs.

"So
, no movie?" He mumbled against my lips.

I smiled sl
yly and shook my head, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Pressing my hips forward, his cock rubbed against my hot center. He groaned, clasping his hands on my hips. My mouth crashed back to his while I outlined his defined chest with my fingers. I moaned when he bucked his hips upward into me.

Dom
’s hands quickly grasped and pulled my shirt over my head. I unclasped my bra, letting it slide off my arms to the couch. His warm hands moved slowly up my stomach until each breast rested in his palms. I felt his breathing hitch and I pressed my hips forward again, earning another groan from him.

He flipped me onto my back and quickly had my pants unbuttoned and sliding down my legs, with my panties included in the material. He took one hand and laid it on the top of my foot before slowly running his palm up my leg, my side,
grazing the side of my breast and then cupping his hand around my neck as he pressed his lips firmly to mine.

I undid his jeans and pushed them from his body with my toes. I felt his hard
, warm, smooth erection spring free from the confinement of his clothing. The pulse between my legs quickened. It felt like all the heat in my body had pooled between my thighs.

His mouth moved over my chin and down my neck until
finally finding my nipple. I moaned and writhed under him as he caressed my nipple with his tongue and teeth. Bucking my hips forward, I made quick contact with his smooth shaft. 

Dom
fumbled around beside us for a moment and, when I heard the foil wrapper, I realized what he was doing. I reached out and grasped the condom from him. He looked surprised and confused. I pushed him back into his original position on the couch and slid between his legs. I placed the condom in my mouth, sliding it on him with my lips and teeth. He hissed, watching every move. I bobbed my head a couple of times before crawling back up his body.

His hands roamed my body
, leaving wet kisses across my collarbone and neck. I positioned myself above him, feeling the tip of his cock just at my entrance, and slid onto him slowly. His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me in place. Dom growled into my ear.

"
NON MI sono mai sentito qualcosa di così perfetto!"

I didn’t know what he had said but
, what I did know was when he spoke in Italian, it turned me on. I couldn’t sit still any longer and started to rock back and forth.

"Oh
God, Chloe!"

My body humming with pleasure,
I began to pump up and down on him.

"Oh
..Ungh…God." It felt amazing. He was amazing.

Leaning back, I placed
my hands on his knees, sliding up and down his hardness. He bucked his hips up to meet me and I moaned with each grind. Our movements became more frantic as we both approached our threshold.

He brought his right hand up to my breast and rolled my hard
, sensitive nipple in his fingers. I moaned like a wanton woman. The fingers of his left hand became occupied with the swollen bundle between my folds.

"
Vorrei sentire voi cum per me."

The Italian he purred sent
me over the edge, bouncing on his lap to completion.

The tightening of his hands on
my hips let me know he was thrusting toward release. When it came, he called out. "La mia bella Chloe."

I collapsed against his ch
est, Dom still buried inside me, both panting and sweating.

Dom
moved the hair off the shoulder his head was against and started planting light kisses. I leaned back slowly. His hands cupped my face before claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss. When he pulled back, he looked directly into my eyes.

"
Dal Momento in cui ho incontrato ho capito che sarebbe caduta per voi," he rasped, bringing his lips back to mine.

This time I pulled away.  "What are you saying?"

With a sly, yet sexy grin, he pulled me closer against his chest. "Just casting a love spell on you, the way you have me."

I really need to learn Italian.

We eventually moved from our position on the couch. Dom slipped his jeans back on, sans boxers. I grabbed my clothes and slid them over my still sweat dampened skin. Cuddling on the couch, we finally settled into a movie.

I woke
with two arms cradling me behind my back and my knees. I yawned.

"
What time is it?"

His mouth pressed
against my head.

"It’s late, just sleep."

He laid me down on a bed. I stretched while looking around the room.

"Is this your room?" I said
in a hushed voice. He laughed.

"Yes," he replied.

I stood.

"Where do you think you
’re going?"

H
is arms wrapped around my waist.

"Bathroom?"

He pointed to a half opened door across from me and I headed in that direction.

I used the bathroom and washed my face. I didn’t have a toothbrush so I just used some toothpaste on my finger. I figure that was better than nothing at all. As I turned to go back out
, I saw a button up shirt hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Stripping off my clothes, I wrapped up in his shirt before heading back to bed.

Entering the room quietly
, I didn’t see Dom anywhere. I walked toward the bed, slightly startled when I felt him grab me around the waist and then spin me around.

"What do you have on?" I could barely see his raised eyebrow in the almost non-existent light.

"Umm...your shirt." I bit my lip and looked down. "I hope that you don’t—"

His lips cut me off.

"La mia Chloe." He shook his head, stepping back to look me over. "Si sono sorprendenti." His words a heavy sigh.

T
hen he recaptured my lips, walking us back to the bed.

Once
on the bed, the shirt was irrelevant.

I really need to learn Italian.

Chapter Twenty-Two
Newlyweds

Leo

We'
d been sitting in the Mexican restaurant for a couple of hours, the buzz of conversation around us growing louder. Though I noticed the constant murmuring around me, my mind wouldn’t leave Chloe.
She was seeing Domenico? When had they met? How long had they been dating?
The questions kept coming and the scene of tonight wouldn’t leave my mind.

"Leo
?"

A
perplexed look graced Glendaly’s face.

"You have been awfully quiet tonight
." She placed a hand on my arm and rubbed it.

I forced a smile.

"Just more tired than I thought, I guess." Shrugging, I took a large gulp of beer. She smiled sweetly before turning back to her conversation with Mina.

Why am I thinking about her when I have my gorgeous fiancé sitting next to me? It shouldn’t bother me that
Chloe moved on to someone else. I mean, I’ve done the same thing, right? Glenda means so much to me, and it's not fair to obsess over another woman.

Dinner finished and I still couldn’t get them out of my head. I could tell Glenda
was affected by my off mood. I didn’t want to let on to my thoughts.

We arrived back to my parent
’s house and I excused Glenda and myself to bed for the evening. Glenda looked a little confused at the sudden dismissal. I cleared up her confusion once I shut the bedroom door and pressed her against the wall.

My lips pressed onto her full mouth and she accepted my tongue eagerly as I slid it between her lips. Once we broke for air
, I moved my lips down her neck.

"Leo, your parents–"
Glenda whispered breathily into my ear.

"We’ll be quiet
." I attacked her mouth again and moved her toward the bed. Pushing her down quickly, sliding my hands up her thighs, I could feel the lace of her panties. I hurriedly pulled them off and threw them across the room.

As I moved up her body
, I pushed the fabric of her dress up bunching it at her chest. Pulling her up to me, I slipped the dress off and thanked God that she hadn’t wore a bra tonight. I wanted to feel her around me, allow her body and scent to erase my thoughts of Chloe.

Yanking
my shirt over my head, I quickly tossed it to join her panties across the room. She moved fast with the button on my pants and pushed them down with her feet. There was no clothing between us and we were both panting heavily in anticipation and pleasure. I cupped her left breast with my hand while I took the other nipple into my mouth, causing her to arch her back and moan out my name.

Is this what
Domenico would be doing to Chloe tonight?

As soon as the thought entered my mind
, I shook it off, positioning myself at Glenda’s entrance, letting the tip slip between her folds. She was very wet and ready.

She moaned my name and begged for me as she pushed her hips toward me. I responded with a hard thrust into her, groaning out in pleasure. I moved quickly in and out of her wet center
, eliciting moans and grunts from both of us.

Would Chloe go to his room tonight?

Again, I shook off the thought and worked Glenda over forcefully and intently. I felt her muscles start to tense up and she called out as her core clenched around me tightly. A few more thrusts sent me over the edge of my own. I moaned and collapsed on top of her.

We had only been back in Seattle for a week when Glenda got called off to New York for a photo shoot. I had a meeting with
Domenico in regards to a new artist that I was working with that he wanted to sign to his label. I thought about taking the opportunity to discuss his relationship with Chloe. The meeting was pushed back and I rethought about asking him. In the end, I didn’t. It wasn’t my place.

I spent most of my time working on my production company, trying to get it really launched. The new artist that I was working with was definitely my step in that direction. If
Domenico did decide to sign her then it would definitely be the boost my company needed.

Glenda got back from New York only to leave again for Paris
. Most of the wedding was being planned by Mina with Glenda over the phone. They attempted to get my help but I really needed to focus all my attention to the production company.

I had seen Chloe and
Domenico at a couple of parties and dinners together. I kept my distance. It was too close to the wedding to torment myself with thoughts of them.

Months passed and the wedding was two weeks away. The family was coming to Seattle in a week, planning to stay an entire week for the rehearsal dinner, final details and the actual wedding. Most of our invitations had attending responses, so it would be a full wedding and reception.

I was still working on signing Scarlett with
Domenico’s record label. I knew he was interested, however, with the way he was acting, he was either trying not to seem too interested or he had been extremely distracted by something else. I didn’t want to think about what he was distracted with. I knew I didn’t want that answer.

There was tension before the wedding between Glenda and me. She was upset with my schedule and lack of participation in planning the wedding. I tried to be as loving and understanding of the stress she was under
while also trying to get her to understand the pressure I was under with the company.

The wedding arrived quickly and
, before I knew it, I was standing in front of a mirror with my father fixing my tie, my mother wiping tears from her eyes as she watched us. The photographer was getting on my nerves.

I stood at the altar with Max at my side
, waiting for Glenda to come down the aisle. When the music started, I saw Mina walk out and I smiled. Then I caught sight of her long brown hair, curled and half-pulled up. My body twitched to go to her., but an arm shot out from the crowd and pulled her close. Domenico. She laid her head back on his chest as they watch Mina. A large smile spread over Chloe's lips. Domenico curved his body around her, making it clear who she belonged to. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered something and she blushed¸ licking her lips before turning her head to smile up at him.

The smile.
Jesus, that smile still got to me. It used to be the way she smiled at me, from beneath me.

Internally groaning and cursing
, I shook off the feelings she resurrected without one acknowledgement of my existence.

The wedding march began
. My eyes shot to the doors. They opened, revealing Glendaly in her white dress. She looked amazing, as always. Her father walked her toward me. The moment she gave me her hand, the familiarity of her touch eased the torment I was putting myself through.

It's just ner
ves which are perfectly natural at this level of commitment. And the lingering feelings from a past relationship which I didn't truly allow closure. I cared for and loved Glenda. She is the woman I chose as my wife, my life partner, my salvation.

The ceremony was perfect and we were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Leo Mackey. Everyone stood as we left the church and
formed a greeting line. Our guests filed out one by one, while one couple plagued me to distraction. Once they appeared, I wrapped my arm around Glenda's waist for the strength to not say anything stupid.

"Congratulations.
" Chloe spoke and hugged Glenda.

"Thank you so m
uch for coming." Glenda smiled brightly.

"Look at you
." She smiled widely. "Congratulations." She hugged me quickly, the familiar current still as strong as before. The moment she pulled away, my arms tensed to hold her closer.  Instead, I wrapped my arm around my new wife once more, holding onto her, letting her presence reassure how much I want and care for her.

Domenico
’s hand found Chloe’s, pulling her to his side.

"Congratulations
, Mackey." He shook my hand. "You actually found a woman who would marry you, huh?" He winked and laughed.

"Yeah
. Perhaps, someday you will get as lucky." I shot back, instantly regretting the words.

"Oh
, I have." He smiled large and lifted Chloe’s left hand. "I am the luckiest man ever." He kissed the large diamond ring sitting on her left finger. Chloe smiled.

"Oh my goodness
!" Glenda squealed. "When did you two get engaged?"

"About two weeks ago
." Chloe said low. She looked up to Domenico’s face.

"I am so happy for you
." Glenda wiggled out from the hold my arm held on her waist and hugged Chloe tightly.

Chloe returned the hug.

"Um…congratulations, I didn’t know." I tried to be casual and happy for them. By the look on Chloe's face, I don't think I was successful.

"No one really knows yet, but it will be known soon enough
." Domenico smiled.

He didn’t stop smiling
. Bastard.

"Now
, I just have to get her to set the date." Tucking a piece of hair behind Chloe's ear, he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Wrapping both arms around Glenda, she smiled up at me, but a bit of confusion furrowed her brow.

As they walked away, I watched and regretted. Domenico’s hand slid so low on Chloe's back it was almost inappropriate. Once we finished with the last guest, we were ushered back into the church for pictures. Our wedding photo shoot was taken on a trip, driving around town to different familiar and sentimental spots. This actually helped me refocus on my new wife, our happy day and not reflecting on my past.

The reception was amazingly decorated and a ton of fun. The wedding cake was cut, without any face smashing
, per Glenda’s request. The toasts were funny and sincere. The dancing was fun and exciting. Everyone seemed to be on the dance floor at all times. The bar was pumping out drink after drink and everyone seemed to be having a really good time. After the reception, we jumped into our limo and headed for the airport. Time for the honeymoon.

Two months following our return from a two week honeymoon, our lives were back to normal. I worked a lot and Glenda traveled a lot. I'd been missing her since she left me two weeks ago and couldn’t wait for her to arrive home tonight from New York. She had at least two weeks of no traveling, no photo shoots, and no runways. It would be nice to see each other every night for a change, rather than talking over the phone.

Glenda had been home for almost two days and we spent each night completely naked
in bed. I would have to leave in the morning for work, but made sure to get home early enough for dinner. We both needed to reconnect with each other.

Almost a week after Glenda got home
, Domenico called to set up an appointment with me and Scarlett. I knew this was it. He was going to sign her to his label and I would get to produce her first CD. Glenda and I celebrated with dinner and an all-night bed session.

The meeting went just as
expected and both Scarlett and I left meeting excited about her break. Scarlett wanted to celebrate, so we went out to dinner with some people from the production company. I got home at about one in the morning and Glenda was on the couch waiting for me.

"Hey…you’re still up?" I was surprised to see her.

"I’m still up?" She stood with her hands on her hips. "Is that all you have to say to me, Leo?" Her voice rose.

I stuttered a few times
, getting defensive with her attitude.

"Jesus Christ
, Leo! I have been sitting here worrying about where you were! Didn’t it even cross your mind to call me?"

"Look
, I was out celebrating with some people from the company about the Scarlett's deal. Yes, I should have called, but I’m just not used to having to call you at night if I go out. You usually aren’t here." The last sentence was a bit harsher than necessary, but I'm in defensive mode.

"Screw you
, Leo!" She shouted, stomping off upstairs and slamming the bedroom door. I figured the couch was my bed tonight.

We talked the next day
, resolving our fight, and discussing the things we never had. Her always traveling, me working late, and other peeves and annoyances we'd never had to work through in the past.

Another week
went by and we were sitting together on the couch drinking wine, eating pizza and watching a movie. In the movie, a couple was having an unplanned baby and it got me to thinking about kids.

"Can I ask you something?"

Glenda was sitting between my legs with her back pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, my chin resting on her shoulder.

"What?"
She replied.

"Want to have a baby?" I asked
, completely serious.

She started laughing and turned around to look at me
, her laughter quickly stopped.