Chapter 65

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(Continuation of chapter 64)

Vincent and I floated around the pool, wrapped up in each other just talking about this and that when I felt him tense up, only slightly but enough for me to notice and say something.

"Talk to me" I asked. Instead of saying anything, he sighed heavily and laid his head on my shoulder, which made me worry even more.

I didn't push it, but laid my head on his shoulder as we continued to float aimlessly in the tepid, calming water. After a bit, I suggested that it was time to get out, take a shower and climb into bed.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist, turned and headed to the steps, when Vincent pulled me back into his arms. He said nothing but coiled his left hand around my neck and brought his mouth to mine.

This kiss was different, it almost felt...apologetic, but for what I didn't know and I wasn't going to ask either. I just said "Okay." Trying again, I made it to the steps.

I didn't care about my nakedness, since it was only my husband and I here but laughed inwardly when I heard a string of curse words when he watched my dripping body hit the last step before I was back on the deck.

I had noticed earlier when we got in, there were some cabinets that were labeled Towels so I headed for that and pulled out two huge, fluffy ones. Hmm, they smelled so good, like they'd been dried in the sun.

Drying my hair the best I could, I concentrated on my body, wrapping the fluffy softness around me and handed Vincent his. We didn't say anything, so I picked up the bottle and glasses from the table and walked inside.

I hated we weren't talking and it kind of seemed like he was inwardly struggling with something but he didn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on, that's what hurt.

"Calli" I heard him call out as I walked up the stairs. I needed a nice, hot shower.  That would help or at least I hoped it would.

I closed the bathroom door and started the shower, waiting on it to warm up, I got my toothbrush fixed and took care of that.

When the water was to the right temp, I didn't hesitate to get in and almost sank in relief as the water cascaded down my body.

I heard the bathroom door open, but I still didn't say anything, I just started getting my hair washed. It was going to be a pain because of the pool water.

Finally getting it clean, I used a little extra conditioner and really ran it though my hair and while I waited to rinse it out, I shaved and washed my body.

Feeling Vincent's eyes on me was somewhat unsettling but he was the one shutting me out, I couldn't help that he didn't want to talk to me. But then nona's words came back to me.

It's not going to be easy, it's hard work. Don't go to bed angry. My heart softened at that last part. I didn't want to go to bed mad at my husband, especially when we hadn't been married twenty-four hours yet.

Sighing, I opened the shower door, looked at him and held out my hand but he only came when I gave him a small smile.

He gathered me into his arms and I have to admit it, as miffed at him as I was, I still didn't want to be any other place than where I was. It was where I was meant to be.

The shower was really cool, it had two stone benches and four shower heads. Two of the benches were under a shower head so you could sit down if you wanted to.

I led Vincent to the bench and pushed gently, indicating that I wanted him to sit, he didn't put up a fight about it and I was grateful for not having to force him to do it.

I stood in front of him, between his long legs and leaned his head back into the stream, my fingers going through his hair, just making sure it wasn't tangled.

Reaching for the shampoo, I pumped down a couple of squirts of the fruity smelling liquid and placed it in his hair, massaging it in and scraping my nails along his scalp.

His body relaxed and as he seemed to give into me, I felt his arms come around my waist, softening my heart even more.

When I finished with his hair, I grabbed the body wash, stood behind him and started massaging his shoulders, then moved to his back and lower back. I stepped to the side and let the water rinse off the soap.

When I went to turn off the water, Vincent finally spoke up. "Aren't you going to soap down my front, fiore?" He was smirking and looking pretty cocky, making me scoff as I told him to stand up.

Lord help me, he was semi-hard already and I knew that soap-equals-his-body, plus my hands on him, he would have a full on raging hard on and I wasn't sure about sex right now.

Trying my best not to look at him, I kept my head down as I lightly laid my hands on his chest, rubbing the soap in. I was doing a pretty sad job of not letting him affect me. I was a goner and I knew it.

I determined I wasn't going to try because no matter what, I wanted him, so I moved closer to him, my soapy hands moving around to his backside and when I cupped his muscled butt, I almost climaxed.

"Calli" Vincent said. "What?" I squeaked, hating how my voice sounded. "Calli" his voice a little softer now, so I looked up at him, my eyes becoming more tender.

"I'm sorry I shut you out. This is new for me and I don't just open up and start talking like you and Bri.

I've always held my feelings and emotions close because it makes me seem less vulnerable. But I realize you don't deserve to be done that way." I understood and nodded, indicating that I did.

"Can we finish up here, get dressed and then talk?" "Of course we can, Vincent. But I don't want to discuss anything in here or in our bed.

That is our sanctuary and I don't want the world sneaking in and taking that respite from us. That's our place, where we spend time with each other and I want it to remain sacred. Does that make sense?" I asked, looking up at him.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "It does, fiore. It makes total sense."

After drying off and getting dressed in our pj's, which consisted of him wearing the pants and I took the shirt, we walked down to the billiard's room, for some drinks and a game of pool.

While he was racking up the balls and without looking at me, he said "Your father and Dante want us dead."

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