17. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Isabella Bianchi

I really thought we were going to get away with not having to have the conversation with Luca on his day trip, but he dropped his opinion like a bomb at the very last minute. It wasn't really a conversation; it was more like a judgment. I know the situations are different, but when Gonzalo, Karina's dad, basically told Luca never to come back to his house, we all rallied behind him to get his girl.

It's still crazy to me to think how my brother judges me no matter what. I'm too young, I don't know what I'm doing with my life, I can't choose a good partner. Never mind that it's his best friend. How on earth is he not happy for me? For us? I honestly haven't met a nicer guy than Gabo. He's smart, determined, and strong-willed but with a huge heart.

"What are you thinking about so hard over there, principessa?" Gabo asks as he places his hand on mine.

"The truth?" I ask after a deep breath.

"Always."

"Two things: I'm thinking about how I don't want to keep fighting myself to not let you call me your girlfriend and how hard my brother judges me," I say as my voice breaks at the last part.

"Before we talk about your brother, I just need to make sure I'm hearing you correctly. You are telling me you are ready to admit you're my girlfriend?" Gabo says in a giddy tone, and I can't help but smile at how happy he is.

"Yeah, G. You're my boyfriend," I tell him as I grab his hand and squeeze it hard. He has become my rock, and I don't want to deny it anymore. I'm head over heels for this man.

He kisses the back of my hand over and over as he whispers, "Thank you, thank you, Bella mia." And if there were any doubts left, they're gone. This man is incredible.

After a few more kisses and whispers, Gabo's face turns serious, and I know it's time to talk about my brother.

"I know this is hard for you because Luca has been your parental figure for a while, but deep down, I know he only wants what's best for you."

"Yeah, G. He has a great way of showing it," I say with a scoff, and Gabo barks out a laugh.

"You know your brother has no chill." Gabo points out, and now it's my turn to laugh.

"You're not lying," I tell him as I take my phone out. I need to get this off my chest.

Isabella : Why did you have to out me to Luca? He just left after coming for less than twenty-four hours.

Gio : What are you talking about?

Isabella : Oh, come on, big brother. You told Luca you saw something between me and Gabo, and he came all the way from Chile to let us know how he feels about it.

My phone vibrates with an incoming call, and even though I roll my eyes at it, I answer it.

"Hi, Gio."

"Luca did what?" I chuckle at Gio shouting on the phone. Honestly, at this point, we all should know how extra Luca can be.

"Yeah, he arrived this morning and told us to take him to the beach. He played volleyball with Gabo, had lunch, and then told us to give him a ride to the airport. Then he proceeded to tell us how wrong he thinks this thing between us is and got into the jet without saying goodbye," I tell Gio everything, feeling really crappy all over again because the more I think about it, the more ridiculous I think this situation is.

"Can you please put me on speaker?" Gio asks, and honestly, I don't know what to expect from my brothers anymore.

"Please, Isa. What I need to say is to the two of you."

I look at Gabo, who's completely focused on driving. I know whatever my brother says, it's best if Gabo hears it. I know now he's in this—whatever this is—one hundred percent.

"Okay, you're on speaker now."

"Hey, man. Isa was just saying how fucked up your best friend is," Gio says, and Gabo and I chuckle.

"Yeah, bro. He came, did his little show, and then told us what's what before heading back."

"Listen, the only reason I mentioned anything to him was because I did see something between the two of you. I thought it was a good thing, you know? I actually think the two of you make sense together."

My jaw is on the floor. "You do?" I ask after the initial shock has passed.

Gabo squeezes my hand as if to say, "I told you so . "

"Yeah, Isa. I do. Gabo is an exemplary man. You know me, I don't say anything lightly. He wouldn't have made a move on you if he didn't think he was being honest. Our families are already close. It wouldn't be a smart move."

"Boom. Thanks, Gio. I knew Bella wasn't the only smart Bianchi." Gio chuckles at Gabo's compliment.

"I know this is silly and you don't need it, but if it makes you feel better, Isa, you have my blessing. And if for some reason I need to knock some sense into Gabo, you just say the word. I can do that, too." My heart warms up at my brother's words. He truly is the best.

"Thanks, Gio. Please, just don't say anything to Luca. I don't want more drama. He'll accept it whenever he's ready."

"You got it, Isa. Love you."

"Love you, too, big brother." I disconnect the call and look at Gabo, who already has a mischievous smirk on his face.

"What are you thinking?" I ask, a little too anxious to know the answer.

"That we should go to the villa and start our week off right now."

"I love that idea, but I don't have any clothes there."

"That's fine. You don't need them anyway," Gabo says in a serious tone, and I open my eyes wide.

"What? Haven't you been begging me for sex?"

"I have not begged, Signore Godoy. How dare you," I say, mock indignation oozing from my tone.

"Oh, my bad. I thought it was you, Bella mia, chanting, ‘Yeah, G. Like that. More, G,'" he mimics my accent, and I swat his arm as he tries to move away from me.

"Fine. You know what? I don't need you; I have my trusty dildo," I state as I fold my arms against my chest.

"You'll use that damn thing again over my dead body," Gabo says, and I cackle at him. He's so dramatic.

"Lucky for you, I always have it in my purse," I say as I pat my bag. Gabo raises a brow in question, and I explain, "You never know when you need an orgasm, you know?"

"The only thing I know is that you'll never want to use that dildo ever again once you ride my cock." I swallow hard at his statement. I'm so ready for him.

"So what is it going to be, principessa? Are you going to ride me? Or are you going to use that fake dick you have in your purse?" Gabo's hand gets dangerously close to my core, and I instinctively open my legs for him.

"Fuck. Just as I suspected; you're so wet for me." Gabo circles my clit with his index finger, and I can't help the moan that escapes me.

"We'll be there in five minutes. And then you'll be mine," he says as he keeps playing with my clit.

"You guys can go to town for a while or do whatever. Miss Bianchi and I won't be available until tomorrow," Gabo informs his security detail as he carries me like I'm a sack of potatoes into the villa. I giggle the entire time until we enter his room, and he lays me down on his bed—almost ceremoniously.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so fucking long," he says as he gets on top of me, trailing kisses down my collarbone.

"What are you talking about? I've only been here for a few weeks," I say as I shamelessly grab his ass and push him down so I can get relief by feeling his hard length rubbing against my core.

"I have always thought you were beautiful, but when I went to your graduation back in February, not only did your beauty knock me on my ass but also your drive, your take on life. I knew then I wanted to get to know you better, so when you told me your plan, I thought it was kismet to offer you a summer in Italy." Gabo continues with his assault on my neck. I'm sure I'm going to have a bruise there tomorrow. And I couldn't care less. This magnificent man just told me he was hoping I would come spend the summer with him. Me. The woman Luca still treats like a little girl.

"If we're going to be honest, I've always thought you're the hottest of the Godoy brothers, but never thought I'd have a chance with you since you're so old."

"Old? I'll show you I'm experienced, not old," he growls the words against my neck. "And even though some people might think my experience is a point against me to court you, I'd say it's actually good. I made all the mistakes I needed to make before I had a chance with you. Because now I'm one hundred percent certain that you are the only woman I want in my life. I don't need to look anywhere else. You are everything I want."

"Then make me yours, G."

He doesn't reply. He simply starts undressing me with such reverence that I get goosebumps all over my body. I've never in my life had anyone treat me this passionately and thoughtfully. When I'm naked, he sits down on his feet and admires me from head to toe.

"Fuck, Bella. You are every wet dream come true." He removes his shirt and swim shorts, and his cock springs free. Hard and proud.

Gabo gets on top of me once more and starts trailing kisses down my chest. He grabs one of my breasts in his right hand and starts flicking my left nipple with his tongue. I press his head down gently, letting him know how much I'm enjoying his exploration of my body. He continues flicking, licking, then biting my nipple until he decides to pay the same attention to my other breast. I can feel my heart rate increasing. It's embarrassing to admit he has me so hot and ready for him by just touching my breasts, but his tongue is incredible.

"Gabo, I need you." I'm finally able to form words.

"Tell me what you want, principessa. I was made to please you." Ugh, this man says the hottest things.

"I need you inside me." I grab his thick, dripping cock in my hand so he can get the hint.

"I need to make sure you're ready for me." He kisses me sweetly and tenderly. Taking his time, he presses his lips to mine as he starts moving on top of me, giving me the friction I'm seeking. He makes his way down my chest and kisses my breasts again, then down my middle until he reaches my navel and opens my lower lips with his hands. He licks me from back to front and, fuck, if I don't buck in response. It's an overwhelming sensation to feel him all over me.

"You taste so good, I think I'm addicted already," Gabo tells me as he traces circles with his tongue on my clit and enters me with two fingers. The sensation is too much and not enough at the same time—I feel like I'm going to self-combust if he doesn't stretch me with that big cock of his.

Seeking relief, I start moving to the pace he's entering me with his fingers when he stops and moves on top of me. He thrusts into me in one swift movement. I feel the air leave my lungs at the invasion, but once he's completely in, he gives me time to adjust to his size.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asks as he looks at me, those deep brown eyes full of concern.

"I'm okay," I tell him as I kiss him, waiting for my lungs to expand again. Once I'm breathing normally, he starts moving ever so slowly. I've never felt this way, like we could be together like this forever.

Gabo kisses me as he picks up speed, his eyes never leaving mine. We don't need words—our bodies communicate with a dance that only the two of us know. The moment I crisscross my legs around his back, Gabo pushes in even more—something I didn't think was possible—and I yelp in pleasure. He suddenly stops, likely worried that I'm in pain, so I kiss him hard to let him know I'm okay. He starts moving again, and this time, all the gentleness flies out the window. We both are moving fast, chasing the proverbial fall. After three more thrusts, Gabo and I come together.

Once our breathing has slowed down, he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom. I get into the fetal position, wishing I could snuggle with him right now. When he comes back out, he's holding a washcloth, and I look at him, wondering what he's up to.

"We didn't use a condom. I need to clean you up." I relax at his thoughtfulness.

"Yeah, I did notice we didn't use anything. But I've been on the pill for a while, so we're good."

"I'm sorry I didn't ask if it was okay to go bare, but I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to be with you," he says as he gets into bed with me after discarding the washcloth.

"G, it's not a big deal. I would have said something if I wasn't comfortable without a condom." I smile at him as I rest my head on his arm and cross my leg on top of his.

"Thank you for agreeing to be bound to me," he says, those deep brown eyes shining full of love.

"Yeah, G. We're bound to each other." He captures my lips with his, and we get lost in each other one more time.