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Valencia

Finally, we made our way out of the dining room. I admit I probably sat there looking like a drooping daisy all during lunch. What a scare. In fact, now I felt less shocked about possibly being a Walker. Because the other possibility had been so terrifying.

Tito kept patting my hand consolingly all through the rest of the time we sat there. Although, he’d had a scare too. We could have found out we were cousins or something. Talk about a nightmare. I just wanted to find the truth once and for all now, so I could put this all behind me.

Tito asked if I would like to take a walk down to the lake. Like a real one, he said.

I teased him, “There’s a fake one?”

He laughed. “Remember I was going to sneak you out of here?”

“Yes, I know.” I nodded at him and so here we were on a grassy path now. “I’m glad now that never happened. It would have been a disaster.”

“You chose to tell the truth…to face the truth,” Tito said.

I stopped walking to look up at him and ask, “What?”

“No sneaking around it. You told everyone what Deacon said and did. You chose to keep everyone out of danger. Even if it meant you might never get to the truth by not meeting him.”

I squeezed his hand. “No one ever …” I shook my head and said, “No one ever saw me the way you do.”

He nodded. “Only someone that loves you sees you for real.”

I sucked in a breath. He pretty much just told me he loved me. I wish I had the courage to tell him the same. Old fears remained and I couldn’t do it yet.

As we walked, Tito told me about all the improvements that his uncle had made to the Descalia property. It had two lakes, one was man made and one had been there already.

I asked him, “Why two?”

He shrugged and said, “Cause Uncle Stephano always has to be extra.”

I laughed as I could see this was true. Everything here seemed to be extra.

The estate even had a river running through it.

There were lots of trees, grassy knolls and flowers everywhere.

We passed the huge 12 foot deep swimming pool, ten minutes back.

Then I asked him about the golf course, where his uncle was supposed to be.

“It’s on the east side,” he told me as he motioned in that direction. “If he went there, he’ll be gone all afternoon. Takes a while to play a round of golf.”

We walked a bit longer. The quiet and the green truly felt relaxing and luckily it was March. So the temperatures were like spring and very mild for the South.

Suddenly, Tito tugged me off the path into the trees. “I have a favorite spot and I think I’m the only one who has ever been there.” He led me through some bushes and small saplings then stopped.

I stepped forward and stared. It was beautiful. A huge oak tree shaded a small area near one of the rivers they had here. The grass looked so cool and inviting. I went over and sat down.

Tito followed me and sat down next to me. “Been coming here since I was a kid. Like after my father…” He shook his head. “Let’s just say that I needed a lot of alone time.”

I looked over at him. Placing my hand on his arm.

He explained what happened, “He went over to Italy when his mother was ill. Then after her funeral, on the way back to their villa, he somehow lost control of his car and went off the road.”

With a gasp, I raised my hand to cover my mouth. “So you lost your father?”

“I was a teen and it hit me hard. I refused to go to school for a few weeks.”

“I don’t blame you. It’s hard enough to lose a parent…

” My voice fell away. “I only had one loss as you know. And that maybe wasn’t even reality.

Man, was I angry after Deacon told me they had killed her.

Deacon promised we would have revenge. I wasn’t in my right mind back then… I now know that I’d been all wrong.”

“I know how that feels too.” He shrugged.

“I would come here and spend hours by myself. I sunk deeper and deeper into depression and anger. Finally, Rocky pulled me out of it. And when I say pulled I mean that literally . I was on my way back on the path we just came in on. He stepped out onto it and asked me what would our father think of me just giving up on everything. I said something back that I realized later was a horrible thing to say. I told him that he was dead so he had no brain to think with anymore.” Tito scoffed.

“Rocky only wanted to kick my ass after that pearl of wisdom. So we actually had a fight. Like fists flying and the both of us rolling around on the ground. A real knock down, drag out fight.”

“Wow,” I murmured.

“Yeah and when we got home, Mama saw our cuts, bloody noses and all the dirt on our clothes.” Tito shook his head.

“Was she mad?” I asked him.

“We sure as hell thought she would be. We were ready to get swatted for sure. But she took one look at us and called us ragazzini pazzi.” He looked up at me and translated it, “Little crazy boys.” He laughed.

I laughed with him.

“The funny part was, we stood over her almost as much as we do now. So her calling us little, just cracked us up. Then she chased us out of the kitchen with a spatula.”

“I could see her doing that.” I nodded. “Ophelia was good to me, don’t get me wrong, but she never acted like my mother. More like a good hearted aunt that bought me presents and liked to visit with me?” I shrugged.

We both sat in the quiet for a bit.

I realized that even with my parentage in doubt, I felt happy.

I knew it was having Tito with me. I knew I’d fallen in love with him.

I just felt grateful that he felt the way he did about me.

He didn’t see me as mean for doing some of what I did when I had been with Deacon.

He genuinely thought I was a good person.

Looking around, I wondered if he was right. Was he the only one who knew about this spot? I decided to make a memory we both could have as I reached over to turn his head and kissed him.

He kissed me back.

I pushed my fingers into his hair as his kiss deepened.

My body came to life, my clit tingling, my skin craving his touch.

My mind immediately went to places that I never dreamed of.

Mostly to earlier today. Reaching for the hem of my dress, I lifted it, pulling my lips away from his long enough to get it over my head and toss it to one side.

Our mouths came back together wildly as he moved his hands over my back. Unhooking my bra, he teased it down along my arms, tossing it to where my dress had landed.

I moved back and he laid me down on the soft grass. Leaning his body over mine, he let out a small growl while staring at my breasts. Finally, he latched onto my nipple to suckle it. He then moved his mouth to my other nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

As he continued to tease me with his hot mouth, my moans and whimpers got louder as I arched my torso with pleasure.

Lowering his hand, he parted my folds and eased a finger into me as he thumbed my clit. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer to him.

I moved with him, straddling him then pushed my tongue into his mouth as I opened the buttons on his shirt.

When I had them all open, I yanked the shirt down along his arms and it joined my clothes on the grass.

We were both wild and mindless, in our need to be skin to skin.

I suddenly realized that I loved rubbing my nipples along his sleek chest. I shuddered as desire rushed through me, then I kissed him hard again.

Desperation.

Yes, that was what I felt. I wanted what I had earlier today, it had been euphoric and addictive.

His large hands roamed over my body. Caressing my bare skin, leaving behind a trail of tingling fire that made me crazy.

He tweaked my nipples to attention all over again.

Slipping one hand lower and running his fingers over my stomach, he located my clit and fingered it in tandem with his hot mouthed kisses on my neck.

Within two minutes, his touch had me soaking wet and panting.

I never knew a man could make me feel like this.

I never knew that I could feel like this at all.

his hard cock pushed at my stomach through his dress pants and I wanted him to be inside me again.

I needed him inside of me. I had become aggressive in the last several minutes as I pushed that line.

One I never crossed before. No one had ever affected me like Tito did.

I reached down to unbutton his pants. Then he sat upright and tugged them down to his thighs, followed by his black briefs.

And yes, they joined our pile of clothing on the grass.

Staring into my eyes, he cupped my face with both hands and gave me another deep, hard kiss.

I accepted his bit of roughness as I too was a bit hard on him, raking my nails down his back a little. I pushed him down to the grass and climbed on top of him.

Smirking, he stared up at me, he teased, “You gonna hurt me, little Valen?”

I laughed. “Hell no. I’m hoping you’ll feel good when I’m done with you.”

He chuckled.

Being on top felt right. Skin to skin, I opened my legs while my core kept rubbing and writhing along his length as it grew slick from my wetness. Locking eyes with him, so I wouldn’t miss a thing, I slid myself down onto him slowly.

Tito let out a deepthroated groan and his eyes almost crossed in pleasure.

I chuckled at the eye roll thing, but when he let out a low growl, I quivered at the sound.

So sexy. Finally, I was all the way down on him, so I raised myself up.

My whole body shook from the ultimate pleasure that was a very largely endowed Tito.

Being all muscle included this muscle too as he filled me up.

It was addicting and I now knew I was hooked.

I swallowed heavily and paused. I never felt so alive, so complete.

My body was on fire, yet I never wanted this burning to end.

As if being almost too cooperative, Tito remained still and waited for me to stroke him with my pussy again.