12. Luca

12

LUCA

T his day is one of the craziest I've had in a long time. I don't want to think about the fights, the arguments, or the possible dead body Vito has to get rid of. I don't want to think about hospitals or cars with punctured tires. All I want to do is relax with Jo.

I'm not going to lie to myself I don't want to feel myself inside her warmth again. I pull Jo close to me, kissing her again in the middle of the small kitchen. The house can probably fit in my garage, but it's great for a family this close.

Jett and her brother, Collin, who looks like a hard worker, head out the house, forcing me to pull away from our kiss. I don't want Jett to see me being so passionate with Jo, forcing her to have conversations with her son when we're not even sure what's happening between us.

Jo picks up my hand, opening up the first aid kit to clean the wound over my knuckles. She sprays some liquid bandage over the cut which stings as soon as she applies it. I yank my hand away from her to avoid the pain.

"Starlight," I tell her.

She recoils, knitting her brows together and narrowing her gaze. "You're kidding, Luca. Really? You're going to let it bleed?"

"The bleeding will stop as soon as I don't have to hit anymore people today. Besides, if Duke comes back around, I don't want to have to slug him and undo all of your hard work. Come here."

I move my hand to the side of her face, pulling her back in for a kiss.

"The boys will be back any minute," she whispers and pulls back.

"Then we should hurry up."

I kiss her again, and Jo melts into the embrace. I push myself to my feet, moving us out of the kitchen and to the living room where she lies down on the sofa. My body hovers above her as our lips continue the dance of passion. My hand reaches down to undo her pants. I'm desperate to be inside of her again.

I want to taste her, tease her, give her everything, simply because she soothes something inside me. She slides out of her jeans and panties while I move down to get my face between her legs. She's still carrying our mixture of scents from earlier, igniting the beastly urge inside me.

My mouth closes over her pussy. I hike one of her legs over my shoulder to give myself a decent angle to let my tongue work on her mound. There's a tart sweetness to her wet slit that makes my mouth salivate. Wanting to etch this moment into my memory, I slide my tongue inside her walls.

Josephine moans, arching her back and writhing against my face as I bring her to orgasm. She lets out stunted pants, raking her nails across my scalp while pulling my hair. The idea comes to me as Jo does. I hum the same song from earlier against her clit while using my finger to replace my tongue inside her.

My dick is as hard as it's ever been, and I want to bury myself inside her. She reaches down to pull me on top of her, unzipping my pants to reach inside. The softness of her hands stroking my throbbing cock threatens to end me before we start.

Josephine doesn't stroke me for long before she sets my cock against her entrance. We kiss as my head breaches the tight space and we moan in relief. It's a connection between us that feels incomparable to anything I've ever felt. This feels like home. Inside Jo, on this couch, I move slowly in and out of her at first. When I remember we don't have a lot of time, I pick up my pace.

I push her legs apart to push in faster, deeper, stroking her until her juices coat my cock for me to see how good I make her feel. Her eyes close. She bites her lip. The sound of our bodies chasing orgasms fills the silence of the house.

The way she tightens around me pushes me to fuck her faster. I pull out to turn Josephine around, bending her tight little ass over the couch before slamming my dick back into her pussy. My hands grab her waist to control the rhythm between us as I thrust with a need to satisfy this urge to possess her, claim her, protect her. I want Jo to belong to me, but I know that's a selfish thought.

Dwelling on not being able to have her all to myself isn't a space I want to be in. I pull out again and pull her from the couch.

"Wrap your arms around my neck."

She does what I ask as I scoop her into my arms and slide her down onto my erection to fuck her standing in the living room. She matches my energy, rolling her body up and down against mine until I'm ready to release.

"I'm about to come," I grunt through my movements.

Jo takes me by surprise, hopping off of me and dropping to her knees. She grips my shaft with one hand while sucking me off. She milks my climax out of me, letting it spill down her throat after a few short jerks.

I grip the back of her head to keep her still as I let out the last drop. Fuck she feels good.

When I'm done, I pull her up to face me, kissing her gently on the lips while I put myself back together. She does the same, and it's just in time as we hear Jett and Collin making their way toward the front door.

Jo darts out of the room and comes back with air freshener to spray the space, eliminating the scent of sex from the air.

"Are you going to let me finish cleaning up your hand, Luca?"

"No," I tell her with a smile. "You're not going to burn me with that liquid bandage stuff. I'm a masochist, but that stuff is where I draw the line. It's worse than a paper cut you only find out you have when alcohol or something gets into it. It lingers."

"Fine." She shakes her head as Jett runs into the house with Collin closing the door behind them. He looks at the two of us, laughs, and walks to the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm not sure you know already, but you have a flat tire, man," Collin calls out from the kitchen.

I groan, looking at Jo and going outside to check on my car. Sure enough, there are two flat tires because the most annoying thing in the world is not changing one tire but having to call around for another one.

"The service center isn't far from here." I grimace, kneeling beside my car and patting it like it's a dog, and I have to convince it everything is going to be okay. There isn't any rebar, but my guess is Duke did this, too.

"Luca, it's almost eight. Do service centers stay open this late?" she asks. "You can stay here while you figure out the car stuff."

A car drives down the street. I'm hyper aware of everything because of the events which happened today. Sure enough, my senses aren't too far off as the car's window inches down. I can barely see Duke, but I know it's him as he hurls something out of the window.

The sound of my car window shattering fills me with rage. I'm going to kill that piece of shit.

"How is this asshole not dead yet?" I mumble to myself as my car alarm blares until I silence it with the key fob.

"He's always one temper tantrum away from being a murder victim," Jo says. "I'm so sorry, Luca."

"Don't apologize. Let's go inside. I'm not just going to stay here and get my car sorted, I'm going to stay the night. I can sleep on the couch, but I don't want you and Jett alone if Duke decides to come back once he sees my car's not here."

"You think he's going to come back?"

"I think he's going to be obsessed with ruining your relationship with me and anyone else who might bring you happiness."

"It's a good thing I don't need anyone but me to do that." She sighs. "But that's going to be really annoying. I think my neighbors across the street have a doorbell camera."

"I'll take care of it, Jo," I tell her, following her back inside.

"What was that?" Collin asks as soon as we step through the door.

"Duke threw something at my car. Broke the window," I tell him, frustration flowing through every syllable. "I'm going to have it towed."

"Duke the Puke strikes again," Jett shakes his head from the top of the stairs. "I wish he'd get kidnapped by aliens or something."

"Same, kiddo," Jo calls back. She heads up the stairs to get her son ready for bed and I sink onto the couch where her brother stands in the doorway of the living room.

"So, you're the guy my lucky socks brought into their lives, huh?" He laughs to himself. "Are you really going to put my sister in a movie? Jett told me."

"Yeah, I had plans of going over the script with Jo today, but today was not a good day for work to get done. I should have had her meet me at Luca Brisco Studios. None of this would have happened."

"It's not your fault her baby daddy is a piece of shit. I'd make Duke disappear if I could, but I don't want to take out Jett's father, you know? Duke's showed up more in the past thirty-six hours than he has in the past three months. He's fucking crazy."

"He's not crazy. He's a parasite looking to infect Jo's life in such a way she'll stop being the phenomenal woman she is."

"You like my sister, huh? I mean, more than for a movie role."

"I do, but I don't want to make her life any more difficult than it is. Duke's only coming around because I showed up after their meeting this morning. He's petty and jealous. Those traits are dangerous in a man like that. He already vandalized Jo's car. I'm having mine towed. He's the reason her friend Monique's in the hospital."

"Wait, Mojo's in the hospital? Fuck. I should go check on her tomorrow. Jett left that part out. He was so excited about you and the movie and the car. Mainly the car. It's a nice set of wheels man. I'm sorry Duke fucked it up."

"I want to say it's fine, and money can fix it, but I am pissed. I don't want to let my anger out in front of them."

Collin nods. "I totally get that. I'm the same way. Controlled anger, ya know?"

"Ha!" Jo scoffs as she comes down the stairs. "Is your controlled anger the reason you've been kicked out of the dorms for two weeks and all of next semester?"

Collin groans, narrowing his gaze at his sister. "I told you what happened. I stepped in to help that girl the same way Luca stepped in to help you."

"Wait a minute, what am I missing here?" I ask them.

"I got my black eye because campus security pulled me off of some asshole who was hitting the wall next to his girl's face. She flinched every time he did it and he got off on it so I told him to do it to me. When he tried, I hit him. Security tried to get me off him but I thought it was one of his friends so I threw a punch and then they threw punches. Is Duke the guy who hit you in the face?" he asks.

My eyes dart to Jo who turns a deep shade of red.

Collin's eyes grow wide. "You hit the guy who's putting you in a movie?"

"It was for the role. An audition of sorts," I tell him.

Jo rolls her eyes. "You enjoy telling people I hit you in the face far too much."

"I do. I wear the strength of your frustration like a badge of honor because you are going to make one hell of a killer siren."

"Siren? Like a mermaid that lures ships to crash into deadly rocks in the ocean?" Collin asks. Jo nods and he continues to gush over the news of the film. "That's going to be so cool. I can't wait to see it!"

"Um, I don't think I want you to see that film. There's going to be love scenes in it," Jo says, shaking her head.

"Jo, you have a kid," Collin replies.

I laugh because he has no idea what she means.

"But you didn't watch me make one. Believe me, Captain Chaos, sit this one out. You can see me in the sequel. The siren's victims get their revenge as zombies resurrected out of the watery deep."

His eyes widen. "Can I play a zombie?"

"I don't see why not," I tell them. That sets off an entire discussion about movies and how I make them. I'm in my element, impressing Jo and her brother. We order food. I get my car towed and pass out on the sofa to be sure that Duke doesn't give them any more problems tonight.

My eyes beat the sunrise, opening as birds chirp while my back cracks from sleeping on a couch too short for my height. I can't forget my run-in with Vito's goons at Trips. I should have got looked at in the hospital. I'm certain it's only soreness and nothing a few laps in my pool won't fix. I make my way upstairs to let Jo know I'm heading out, and she follows me to the front door.

"Call me if that asshole comes back here before you get to the office," I tell her.

"I'll call you and the police. I'm probably going to get a restraining order if Duke doesn't stop this madness. Thanks for everything, Luca."

Someone moves around outside the door, drawing our attention. I pull it open to see some woman adjusting her clothes as if she's been out there all night.

"Miss, can I help you?" Jo asks her.

The woman holds up her phone to snap a picture of us and says, "Mr. Devlin, is there any truth to the rumor you put two of your actresses in the hospital to make sure your girlfriend gets the starring role in your latest film? Josephine Hansen, how do you feel about the Scream Queen curse where the actresses seem to have mysterious accidents while working on Luca Brisco productions?"

Jo's brows knit together with worry as she says, "Um, no comment?"