“That’s why you hate Christmas, Gina?”
“Why does everyone believe that? Christmas is great! A travel agent schedules a family trip for most of the week. We part ways right before the new year. So, my birthdays have always been as perfectly catered as the custom Christmas trees.”
“You will love Christmas again, Bella. This year, for your birthday . . .”
“Just having you there is everything to me, Santino. Please kiss me.”
22
Santino
This precise second, I could’ve walked Gina down the aisle. No regrets. I bite my tongue from saying as much. During the past few weeks, she has talked about nothing but Thanksgiving. I’m not sure if she wants to see if I sink or swim at her parents’ house tomorrow, but I know tonight I’ll be plunging into her tight pussy.
I’m driving to my place when Gina cocks her head to a seedy nightclub.
“I’m not sleepy.” She begs, “Turn around.”
“Putting you to sleep will be my pleasure.”
“Santino.” She purrs my name, reaching over to drop her palm on my cock. It’s hardening by the second. Eyes hooded, I slide into a parallel position. “You want to go dancing, Gina?”
“Yeah, Santa. Is that okay with you?”
“Beg me.” I’m about to place my hand over hers when Gina opens the passenger door.
“I look sexy tonight,” she says. For a moment, that ass has mesmerized me into submission. I reach for her, fingertips brushing the silk of her pants, when she hops out. “Where are you going, Gina?”
“Thought it was evident, Santa.”
Laughing, I shift gears and get out. Gina’s already sauntering down the street, those magnetic lights beckoning her.
I tell her, “I can’t dance.”
“Well, you could’ve fooled me with the bedroom moves.” I catch the faintest smile.
God, I haven’t the slightest idea why that bold-face lie came from my mouth. I grab her by the hair, tugging her softly. I slow my movements, getting less agile like a fucking stripper.
I continue to tug her hair and bring her eye contact level to me. Her gaze isn’t on mine though, it's all over my lips. “Baby, the truth is—”
“Santino, telling you that story tonight took something out of me.” Gina shifts on one stiletto. I’m hypnotized by her curvy hip when she asks, “Am I getting better?”
“Better at what?”
“Being emotionally available.”
“Bella, there’s no question. You belong to me. You’ll open up in due time.”
“Thanks, but I’m going inside of that club. I’ll buy us drinks.”
“No.”
Her eyelashes flutter. “I’llpurchasedrinks, Santino, damn! Then I’m shaking my fucking ass with a few guys, after which, you should punish me.”
She sashays away. Before I can think, I’m behind her. My erection grinds her ass as my fingers grip her neck. “You shaking your ass with other men, not allowed, Bella.”
As cars drive by, Gina giggles. She dances against me. “I won’t throw my ass back on them, like this.”
“Say, please.”