Chapter 28

I'd kissed two Fiore's now and was seriously starting to think they had something supernatural in their DNA. Either that or their mouths had mind numbing powers. Magic was the only explanation. I considered myself a logical thinker, but the only thing I could think about when Kendall had her lips on mine, was how she both tasted and smelled like cherries.

Her kiss was warm, soft, and the most sensual thing I'd ever felt. Then it was done and I was dumb. Like legit dumb. I stood there with a goofy smirk on my face while she smiled at Gio.

"Tell her not to enjoy that."

There was something to be said about a girl who looked like that, being able to make the vein in Gio's forehead throb with anger. Then again, considering his glare was burning a hole through my skull, there was a high probability that Gio's rage was directed at me.

"What the–"

Kendall pressed her hand on Gio's lips. "Shhh. It's okay. One day you'll learn how to kiss."

I might be in love.

With that Kendall strutted away like she owned the world – which she kind of did. Everyone watched her with the look that was somewhere between awe and fear. Even Memphis thought she was beautiful.

Huh? I wondered if I could convince him to kiss her. She had to taste better than Chuck. He spent half his day sweating on the basketball court. He smelled like locker-room and victory. It was annoying yet oddly attractive.

"What the fuck, Nova?" Gio barked.

"Huh?" I grunted while keeping my eyes on Kendall's retreating form.

"What the fuck was that?"

Fantastic, that's what that was.

Even the sway of her hips was hypnotizing.

"That was fucked up." Atlee hung his head and gave it a shake. "I've never been more disturbed and turned on in my life."

Eww.My top lip curled. "That's your sister."

But she wasn't mine.

"Hence the disturbing part of my statement."

"You also said you were turned on." Gio grumbled in his direction.

"Well, yeah. Two chicks just made out. One of whom I've jerked off to many times."

Again eww.

"Hey, I did not give you permission to insert me in your sick fantasies."

"Neither did I." Gio hissed through gritted teeth.

If looks could kill.

"Oh calm down." Atlee rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to touch her."

Thank god for that.

"But in my mind." He rolled his gaze up to the sky. "I've used every hole she has. Many, many times?"

I might've been disturbed by whatever freaky image Atlee was recalling, if Gio didn't lunge forward and crawl over the silver Beemer to grab his collar.

"You motherfucker!"

Gio's arm flew back, fist ready to strike, while I tipped my head.

How was the roof not buckling under his weight. Gio was a solid guy and that car wasn't very big.

Atlee smiled at him. "Does she squeak when you fuck her, cause she does for me?"

I didn't know squeaking, but the metal under Gio's knees was creaking almost as loud as the smack that rang through the air when Atlee got hit.

"Fuck yeah, that felt good." Atlee looked up at Gio as the left side of his face began to turn red. "But not as good as her mouth feels."

Another punch cracked across his jaw.

Should I leave? They seemed kind of occupied. Not to mention they were drawing attention. People were starting to look this way. The last thing I wanted was more rumors and conversations. It was utterly exhausting talking to people. But how was I going to break this up? What would other girls do?

"Oh man. It's so hot." I waved my hand fanning my face and added. "I think I might faint."

They both stopped and cocked a brow my way.

"What?" Gio asked.

Yeah, I didn't sell that very well. I needed to find better romance books than the ones in Maw Maw's stash. Or, I could commit to the role and play the part, which was exactly what I decided to do because my Maw Maw didn't raise no quitter.

There was only one problem–my lack of grace.

When one attempted to feign a faint, one should be aware of their surroundings. My foot slipped out from under me as I crumpled to the ground and clacked the back of my head off Gio's Range Rover. There really wasn't a way to fall on the ground softly.

On the upside, it worked. Gio let go of Atlee and jumped off the car to stare down at me.

"Can't you go one day without hurting yourself?"

I groaned and rubbed the back of my skull. "I didn't hurt myself yesterday."

"Yesterday." Gio folded his arms over his chest. "You mean when you went after my brother with a bat?"

Oh yeah. I forgot about that. I guess I did get hurt, although technically I didn't push myself. Therefore, I didn't hurt myself.

Atlee let out a chuckled snort. "That was great."

To which Gio swung his finger back and pointed at him. "Don't encourage her."

Hey!"No one encouraged me. I'm perfectly capable of making stupid decision all on my own."

Based on the glare Gio shot my way, I was going to guess that was the wrong thing to say.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

That was easy. "I was thinking that I was going to beat your brother's head in."

Duh.

"Uh, huh? And how did that work out for you?"

"Not very well."

It was more like an epic failure, and not one that I cared to relive. So, I picked myself up, brushed my hands on my skirt, and turned to walk away.

I made it two steps before my arm was jerked, pulling me back into Gio.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Was that a trick question? "Um, school?"

That was kind of why we were all here.

"Not like that, you're not. Everyone can see your tits."

"No." Atlee corrected. "Everyone can see her bra."

Exactly. And Gio was the one who told me to wear red, so he had no one to blame but himself.

"Fuck off Atlee."

"Yeah Atlee," I sang. "Fuck off."

Gio's eyes narrowed. "Don't get smart."

How was that smart? I was agreeing with him.

"There's a shirt in the bag in the back." Gio shoved me towards the back door of his Range Rover. "Put it on."

That wasn't going to work. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a bit of a size difference here."

"I don't care." Gio growled. "Put it on."

Fine. Jeez, someone was in a bad mood.

I shot him a sneer then opened the door and crawled into the backseat. Not because he told me too, but because I was pretty sure Sister Mary Of The Hallway would beat my ass if I walked in like this.

On my hands and knees I moved to the other side and reached down for a black duffle bag sitting on the floor. That's when I realized that this was the first time I'd been in Gio's car. It was surprisingly clean.

I'm not sure what I expected. Maybe a bit of blood and couple of bodies. And these seats were way too soft. Leather was supposed to be hard and smooth, not comfortable.

I peeked into the front which was just as tidy and cocked a brow at the air freshener hanging off the mirror. Was that a daffodil? Really? Where was all the bad buy stuff. Guns, cocaine, a couple of counterfeit bills. That's what his family did, right? Unless it was all hidden.

My eyes locked onto the glove compartment. What was in there?

"What's taking so long?"

Why was he in such a hurry?

"I'm looking." I snarled over my shoulder and moved back to the duffle bag.

The glove compartment would have to wait. What pissed me off more was that even the clothes in his bag smelled good. And why did he have like three changes of clothes in here? One of which was a school uniform, complete with sweater vest and tie. What exactly was Gio Mancini doing in this car?

"Fuck me. Is that Oscar the Grouch?"

What the hell. I smoothed my hand over my skirt, covering my ass. I was not giving him a free show.

"You leave my panties alone." He still had my YOLO pair. I liked those ones.

Grabbing a black t-shirt, I threw it over my head and started to back out. But that went as well as the rest of my life. Gio's big ass shirt got caught under my knee, causing me to go face first into the seat. Leaving me in a position where.

My ass was in the air, with my skirt flipped up onto my back and my nose squashed into the leather. It was not my finest moment. Nor would I have considered my position attractive at all. Until I felt the car dip, and heard the door click shut.

Uh oh, this did not bode well.

"God damn panties." Gio grumbled in a heady tone that I knew all too well. Half a second later his palm was smoothing up my thigh.

This was not happening. Not here.

I shot up, intent on jumping out the door. That didn't happen. I didn't even get a chance to grab the door handle. Gio wrapped his arm around my waist, and hauled me on to his lap. His chest pressed up against my back as he growled in my ear.

"I fucking hate your underwear."

The hardness I could feel under my ass would say otherwise.

"Gio," I grabbed his wrist when his palm snaked around my hip. "We're at school."

Sister Mary Of The Hallway defiantly wouldn't condone this.

"Fuck school."

Despite my best efforts Gio shoved his hand down under my panties, and began circling my clit with his finger, making my head fall back on his shoulder. It took everything I had not to moan.

God I hated him. Why did that feel so good.

"Did you miss me yesterday?"

What kind of question was that?

"No," I whispered and quickly bit down on my lip to muffle a groan. "Now stop it. People can see."

"I have tinted windows." His hot mouth swept up the side of my neck causing a shiver to shoot up my spine. "They can't see shit."

Really?

I looked out at the crowd moving through the parking lot as Gio's thick finger pressed inside me. Some of those people were no less than five feet away, and they had no idea what was happening in here.

Gio pumped his finger, dragging it along the sensitive spot on my inner walls, while everyone else continued about their day as if everything was normal. The thought of getting caught made my pussy clench.

"You like that, do you?"

No. Maybe? I didn't know, but my hips were grinding back, seeking more.

"Look at them out there. Do you think they know? Maybe they can smell your cunt getting ready to cream all over my hand."

Gio added another finger, pressing them both deep inside me, causing a stretch that made my eyes roll in the back of my head.

"Keep quiet, Gattina." Gio whispered in my ear.

Trust me I was trying. I could taste the blood coming from my lip where my teeth were digging in. But it wasn't easy. Not while he was doing that.

His fingers continued pushing me closer and closer to a precipice that I wanted to plunge head first over. It was wrong, exhilarating, and addicting. I was so focused on the tension coiling inside me that I barely heard the jangle of his belt. Even then I didn't care.

I needed to come so bad that when Gio lifted me up, pushed my panties to the side, and lined his cock up, I pushed myself down on him. Or I tried to. He was so big and I wasn't use to it. After an inch it started to hurt and I stopped.

I would've backed away completely if Gio didn't grab my hips.

"Fuck," Gio groaned. "I need to break you in more."

Break me in? What kind of bullshit was that. I would've slapped him for it if didn't force more of girth in, making me grab the headrest on the front seat.

"Gio—"

"Shut up." He pushed my face into the seat in front of us, and continued to work his way in.

I was pathetically grateful that he went slow. I was also amazed at his ability to do it in a way that didn't cause much pain. But it took a long time. Agonizingly so. By the time Gio's entire length was buried inside me, I didn't know if I wanted to cry or orgasm. I'd found a new level of frustration.

Then he started to move. Gio bounced me on his cock while I stared out at the few remaining people in the parking lot. One of whom was Sister Mary Of The Hallway. She was ushering stragglers in the school while Gio fucked me in his backseat. This pure servant of God was less than twenty feet away from our sinful act, and she had no idea.

I came so hard that my teeth dug into the leather and I thought I was going to bite a chunk out of the seat. A few seconds later Gio slammed up inside me and let out a quiet groan.

As I sat there feeling his cock pulse out his release, all I could think was that I was so going to hell.