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“As you wish,” he purred, then plunged into me. I gasped. He paused. I made a whiny sound that meant get to it buddy, a sound he knew well by now, so he ground deeper, rolling his hips when he bottomed out.
The top of my head felt as if it was about to blow off. Kind of like my dick. I let go of my cheeks to grab the brass headboard. He hoisted me higher, to my knees, and then found his rhythm. Hard, merciless, rough, and perfect. Each thrust pegged my prostate. I blew apart in no time. The only stimulation to my cock was the back and forth of the swollen head on the coverlet. My cries bounced off the walls as my balls emptied. Donvino clutched my hips, pulling me back to meet each wild surge of his hips. When he came, it was forceful and hot, wet, so wet…
Cum leaked out of me, coating my balls, dripping to the already violated coverlet of soft brown. He folded over my back, his teeth scraping along my neck as he shuddered violently. Each shiver added another pulse of spend. Eyes now closed, chest heaving, he kissed my shoulder and then eased out, huffing softly. He used his index finger to press some cum back inside me, making me moan into the bedding.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and rolled off the bed. My knees splayed out to the sides. I slid downward into a puddle of warm cum with a grunt before moving to my side. “Here, my pretty rainbow dreamer.” He placed a warm, wet cloth on my belly. I rolled to my back, close to where he sat on the edge of the bed and threw my arms over my head.
“I’m too exhausted to move. Can you clean me up?”
He smiled down at me. “Given how pretty you sing when I’m fucking you, I will clean you up forever.”
“Sweet talker.” I sighed, letting my eyes drift closed as he wiped up the mess on my stomach. I fell asleep almost instantly. The combination of lots of carbs, a few glasses of bubbly, and a great lay were the perfect way to end a long work week. I felt or heard nothing for a few hours, then in the darkest part of the night I slowly came awake to the sound of Earnest barking and scratching at the bedroom door. I groaned at the sound of those high-pitched yips as well as the twinge in my ass and swatted around in the dark behind me until my hand found something solid.
Donvino made a grumbly noise.
“Can you see why the dog is at the door?” I mumbled groggily as I slowly peeled one eye open to try to find my phone. The room seemed kind of bright for the middle of the night. I felt around on the nightstand but only found the lube. The smell of a woodfire tickled my nose. Had we lit the fireplace last night? Where was my phone? Oh right, my clothes were scattered around the house. Earnest barked more violently as he dug madly on the door. Donvino hadn’t moved behind me. I sat up, inhaled to sigh, and sucked in smoke. My lungs instantly revolted, and I started hacking. Blinking fully awake now, I glanced around. The room was thick with smoke that glowed an eerie yellow-red.
“Oh shit.” I coughed as the reality of what was going on finally dawned on me. The house was on fire. “Donvino! Get up! Fire!”
I gave him a mighty shake as I flew from the bed to the door. I yanked it open, and Earnest dashed in, whining and shaking. I scooped him up and slammed the door on the flames licking up the staircase. Donvino was slowly coming awake.
“Get up! Get up! We have to get out of here! The house is on fire!” I screamed at him. That shook him out of that sleepy state of half-wakefulness. “Donvino! We have to go!”
I dropped the dog on the bed, found my briefs and yanked them on as Donvino was kicking at the covers like a madman. Earnest was frantic now, leaping from the bed and dashing to the lone window in the room.
“Hurry, come, this way out,” Donvino said as he yanked his jeans over his backside and grabbed the dog from the floor. We ran to the window, threw it open, and then he motioned for me to go. “Go, I will drop the dog down to you. Go!”
Something exploded downstairs, rattling the house. “You come right after. Promise me!”
“Yes, I promise. Go. Go!”
I glanced down to see that this side of the house was not engulfed. Yet. But the first floor was an inferno. My mind went blank for a moment, but Donvino gave me a nudge. So, I slung my legs over, turned to face Donvino, and lowered myself down. The fall to the dry grass was perhaps six or seven feet. My ankle twisted out. I hissed but held up my hands. Earnest fell into my arms with a solid thud. I skittered back to make room for Donvino. He sat on the sill, then leapt down, though his landing was more graceful than mine. The house heaved as if trying to draw a breath. It felt like an ominous sound, so we spun to run away to the river. I was slow, limping along, so Donvino took my arm to pull me along. It hurt badly, but I bit down on my lip and forced myself to flee. That was when we saw that the orchards were aflame. Acres and acres of fires leaping into the darkness, sparks catching on the hot winds and spreading to other trees. I gaped at the carnage, the years of careful planting and cultivating gone in a wildfire that was racing toward us.
“Go to the water. We will swim across and get off Bonetti land.” He gave me a shove to get my feet moving. Earnest was panting with fear, his head tucked into the fold of my arm, his toenails digging into my bare side. We ran as fast as we could—my tender ankle slowing me—until we reached the Tiber, slugging along, a mere shadow of what it was normally. Behind us, another explosion from the manager’s villa, one that shook the ground and sent a cascade of sparks skyward a good hundred feet. The gas main. Dear Blessed Virgin. A blast of heat rolled over us, searing our backs and coating us with ash and soot. Donvino took the dog from me as we slid down the bank into the water. I cried out to give the dog back, but he shook his head. Earnest was already paddling across the river.
“He’s fine. Now we go.” He placed a hand on my ass and gave me a gentle push. I slid into the water, shaking madly, crying for no reason that I could ascertain, and began swimming after the dog. Donvino was right beside me, strong arms slicing through the water to reach the other shore at the same time as Earnest. I came along a moment later, still weeping, and was pulled out and up to the embankment. My legs folded as we turned, soaked to the skin, to witness the area where we housed several hundred beehives go up in flames. I covered my eyes, unable to watch the carnage to our home and our lands and wept uncontrollably. The sound of sirens broke through the crackle and pops of a fire that was quickly growing out of control. Everything was tinder due to the drought.
“The village firefighters are coming,” Donvino said as he dropped down beside me. He draped an arm around my shoulders and tucked me into his side. Earnest wiggled in to sit on my lap, his fur damp.
“You saved us,” I whispered to the sodden dog someone had discarded like an unwanted shoe. I hugged him close, my vision filled with tears and tens of thousands of dollars of loss. If not for this stray, we would have been a part of the losses. Realizing just how close we had come to death, I started crying even harder while the night sky flamed.
Chapter Twenty-One
It was afternoon, that was all I knew, but that was enough for right now. Well, that and knowing Donvino was okay and Earnest was safely back at the villa with Señorina Capello and her two hairless Chihuahuas.
The ride to the chosen hospital of the Bonettis in the heart of Florence had been unpleasant, to say the least. The ambulance attendees were lovely. It was just that I was in pain and mentally fatigued. Mentally fatigued in this instance, meaning tap dancing around a full-blown anxiety attack. If not for Donvino riding along with me from Valle Sicuro to Florence, I would have lost all my remaining shit.
Thankfully, our canine hero was well. Seemed Earnest and the Chihuahuas were getting on fine after a short scrap where Earnest showed them just what kind of chutzpah a terrier truly possessed. Did I mention that I loved that dog? Lucia and Earnest had hit it off well, the cat giving the dog a feline look and rubbing her head on his nose. So things on the animal front were peaceful. Oh, how I wished I were at the villa instead of in this hospital room. As posh as it was, a hospital room was still a hospital room.
My aunt was sitting at my side, patting my hand, as I rested. Donvino and I were being treated for first-degree burns on our backs, cuts, abrasions, and mild smoke inhalation. I’d plucked off the oxygen mask so I could speak to my roommate. Donvino rested on the bed beside mine, also clad in a darling white hospital gown with blue dots. He looked exhausted, sooty, and mentally done in. A larger and hunkier mirror image of myself, I was sure.
I’d made a rather big stink about my boyfriend and me rooming together not that long ago. He lacked insurance and so was going to be put in a larger public ward. I demanded that he room with me in a private room. Things got heated. My aunt stepped in, tapped the floor with her cane, and reminded the uptight man in the suit that the Bonettis had donated millions of euros to the cancer wing, and if he wished to continue seeing such generous donations, he had best have a bed wheeled into this room immediately.
“I want to be you when I grow up,” I had said to her as the administrator called for a nurse to bring Signor Marini to my room.
“Perhaps if you study hard one day you shall,” she had replied, retaking her seat like the magnificent grand dame she was. “Rest. You are wheezing still.”
I calmed down as soon as my man arrived. We held hands for a moment and then he was rolled into place a few feet to my left. Knowing he was there helped me relax and soon I had drifted off, the pain in my ankle and my pink back easing enough after treatment to let me snooze. I’d blinked awake just a few moments ago, groggy, gritty, and uncomfortable. Sitting up, I removed my mask again. The raspy breathing had eased up as I had napped. My aunt looked up from her book, a paperback non-fiction, and smiled at me. I smiled back, then peeked at the bed beside mine. Donvino was out, snoring lightly, his chest rising and falling evenly. I could have lost him last night. We both could have died. It was thanks to Earnest that we were here at all. I vowed to adopt him legally as soon as I could leave the hospital. I’d throw him a parade. I’d build him a doghouse that would sit in the shade of that old spindly pine he liked so well in the front—
