Yes, tromping around from cabin to cabin every day was toughâ¦
Eating nothing but canned food wasnât funâ¦
And not being able to have a fire sucked. Massimo was afraid that the fires weâd had in the first two places might have attracted unwanted attention, so no more fires to warm ourselves in front of.
Which just meant we had to spend a lot more time in bed, skin to skin⦠usually with Massimo inside me.
The sex at night was so good it curled my toes just thinking about it.
And occasionally we fucked outdoors during the day, with him clamping his hand over my mouth so I wouldnât scream â a kinky little addition that made me come even harder.
Plus there was this feeling of closeness Iâd never experienced with anyone else.
Hell, no one in my life even came close to how much I trusted him.
On our long hikes through the woods, one of the things we talked about was his family.
Dario, the oldest brother and the new donâ¦
Adriano, the hothead who had taken over Florence after the Agrellasâ deathsâ¦
Niccolo, the consigliereâ¦
His fraternal twin Roberto, who handled all the financesâ¦
Valentino, the baby of the familyâ¦
And Lars â who wasnât related by blood, but who everybody treated like a brother after heâd saved Darioâs life in prison.
âYour brother from another mother,â I said.
Massimo laughed. âExactly.â
He also told me about his new sisters-in-law.
Alessandra, Darioâs wifeâ¦
And Bianca, Adrianoâs new bride.
He told me all sorts of wild stories connected with the two of them.
About a Turkish gangster who had kidnapped Alessandra because she was the long-lost granddaughter of the family who ran Genoaâ¦
And about a scary Sicilian mobster whom Bianca killed (and in doing so, nearly died herself) when she grabbed the steering wheel and flipped a car going 100 miles per hour.
âSounds like you have some badass sisters-in-law,â I said in awe.
He nodded. âItâs true, I do.â
He also told me stories about his traitorous uncle and cousin. Fausto and Aurelio had not only conspired to kill Massimo and his brothers, but to turn the rest of the Cosa Nostra against them.
âIt certainly worked on Nona and me,â I said, a little frightened by how effective his uncleâs plans had been.
âThankfully, your grandmother listened to what I had to say.â
âI did, too,â I pouted, wanting my share of the credit.
âAnd you did, too.â He paused. ââ¦after a bit of persuading.â
âWith your cock?â I teased as I reached over and groped him through the front of his jeans.
âWas that what did it?â he asked with a grin.
âYup. Dick-plomacy.â
He didnât understand my English pun, so I had to explain it: diplomacy⦠DICK-plomacyâ¦
Once he got it, he laughed heartily. âI was thinking of tossing you over my shoulder and spanking your ass, but I like âdick-plomacyâ better.â
âWell, I do like being spanked⦠but yeah, I like dick-plomacy better, too,â I agreed.
âYeah?â he growled.
He stopped walking, turned to face me, and pulled me towards him with his hands on my ass.
ââ¦yeah,â I whispered as I felt his cock getting hard beneath his jeans.
That was one of those times we ended up in a bed of ferns.