billion book
Chapter 30
Something came over Lucia when we stepped out of the cabin.
A look of awe filled her face as she slowly turned around and took it all in.
She gazed at everything with quiet intensity – the trees, the ground, the cabin –
And when she saw the mountains, she basically had her palms and nose pressed to the glass the entire time.
It was interesting to realize that things I’d taken for granted my entire life – forests, countryside, mountains – were entirely new to her.
Venice was beautiful, but it was manmade beauty. The most the island had to offer in the way of Nature was some immaculately manicured parks. Very pretty, but kind of sterile.
And there was nothing like the Dolomites.
On a clear day, you could see the mountains from Venice – but they were 100 miles away.
There was a majesty to seeing them up close…
And she was visibly affected by it.
I realized then that she wasn’t just some rich brat only interested in purses and clothes.
She was capable of true wonder and a deep appreciation of Nature.
In those moments, she was –
Well, she was captivating.
Mesmerizing.
Her eyes sparkled…
And they were filled with an innocence and joy you almost never saw except in the eyes of children.
It made me like her so much more. I began to feel something like affection for her –
And then she had to go and ruin it.
“So… how big is it?” she asked with a smirk.
We were inside a restaurant in Padola. It was a tiny place with wood paneling on the walls and exposed beams in the A-shaped ceiling. The décor was far more Swiss than Italian. In the winters, the town turned into a ski resort – a very small ski resort, but a ski resort nonetheless – and there were lots of pictures on the walls of the Dolomites covered in snow.
A few locals were in the restaurant, but since I was dressed like a lumberjack, they didn’t give me a second look other than to take in my size. They were a lot more curious about Lucia, what with her red leather jacket and silk blouse.
At least she wasn’t cranky and glaring back at people like she had at dinner the night before.
No, she was just trying to make me uncomfortable.
“Seriously, how big is it?”
I cut into my eggs and took a bite. “We’re not talking about this.”
“Obviously we are. Is it eight inches? Nine?”
I glared at her. “Could you just let me eat in peace?”
“Sure, once you tell me. Is it ten?”
I ignored her and sipped my coffee.
“Come onnnn… just tell me how big it is.”
“A lot bigger than you can handle.”
She reared back her head and gave me a crafty smile. “Ooooooh… challenge accepted!”
“We are not sleeping together.”
“Technically, we ARE sleeping together. Just not fucking.”
“Well, we’re not doing that.”
She tilted her head to the side and asked with fake wide-eyed innocence, “Why not?”
“Because your grandmother would kill me. And you know that,” I scowled. “Which is why you’re acting like this.”
“I don’t want her to kill you. We don’t have to tell her.”
“You don’t even like me.”
She shrugged. “I’ve fucked lots of guys I haven’t liked.”
“Well, I don’t like you.”
She gave me the kind of smile I’d bet the mongoose gives the cobra. “I’m okay with that.”
“I’m not.”
“Ohhhh, are you saving yourself for marriage?” she asked with a sympathetic, understanding nod. “Are you a good Catholic boy? Are you gay? It’s totally fine if you are – ”
“I’m not gay,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her.
“Yeah, I know,” she smirked. “From the way you were staring at me on the bed last night, you’re definitely not gay.”
“Eat your breakfast.”
She sighed as she cut up her waffle. “You know, I should order some sausage. Might be the only meat I’m going to get my mouth on anytime soon…”
I glared at her. “Would you please shut UP?”
She gave a fake reaction of surprise. “Jeez. Cranky.”
And then she finally gave me some peace and quiet as she ate.
It wasn’t that her talking about sex offended me or anything.
It was that it was starting to excite me…
Thinking of her lying on the bed naked…
The look in her eyes as she unbuttoned my pants and took out my…
Shit.
I could feel my cock getting hard under my jeans.
Good thing I’d jerked off, or it would have never gone down…
And I never would have heard the end of it.