Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (30 page)

“You watched us? Oh hell, how long did you watch us for?”

“Oh, just long enough to see you both come.” I said, as casually as possible.

I saw Mel’s cheeks colour. “Oh god, I have to tell you something. I told Alex, and he wants to try and give me my fantasy. He thinks it’s only fair, given he helped Dante give you, your fantasy.”

I stared at my friend, kind of guessing, where this might be going. “Fucking hell, you want Dante to help you, with your fantasy, don’t you?” I asked.

Immediately she started shaking her head. “No, no, don’t get me wrong Gracie girl. It’s not what you’re thinking. It’s not even that exciting a fantasy, really. You just said you got horny watching Alex and I. How did Dante find it? Did he watch?”

I nodded. “He didn’t find it hot as such. Don’t forget, they were escorts. They’re used to seeing people having sex. Dante had to watch me with Alex, for my fantasy, before he joined in. If you’re thinking, the two of them together like I had, I’m not so sure Dante will agree to it. He’s trying to get past that lifestyle. He just wants a simpler life, and I’m trying to help him, overcome the hang ups, being a stud left him with.”

Mel shook her head. “I don’t want him to fuck me. Sure the double fuck sounds exciting, but Alex and I did it, well our version of it. Just the other cock was a dildo. I still got the same kind of feel from it, sort of.”

“Ah, so we’ve both lost our virginity.” I laughed. “Our asses have been broken in.”

“You could say that but anyway, back to my fantasy. What I want is for the four of us to have sex in the one room. Me with Alex, you with Dante, but we do it so we can watch each other, and at the same time. We fuck together.”

I gasped, placing a hand on my chest, pretending to be deeply shocked. “Ugh, Mel, I’m shocked. All these years and I’m only just learning you’re a closet exhibitionist.”

She laughed. “Yeah, who would have guessed, right?”

“So, you don’t expect us to do anything do you? You’re my best friend, but I have no desire to stick my tongue down your throat, or up your pussy for that matter.”

Mel shuddered at my words. “Hell no; no, nothing like that, no. I love you, but no, god no.”

“I’m wounded; the idea of us kissing, or maybe me wearing a strap on, doesn’t do it for you?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m sure you’ll get over, the trauma of my rejection. No, no kinky shit, other than us, all being, in the same room. What do you think? Do you think you could do it?”

I stared at my best friend, the hint of restrained excitement in her eyes. I couldn’t say no to her, but I couldn’t speak for Dante; would he be ok with it, or would it mess with his head too much?

“Pour a bottle of wine down my neck, and you could probably get me to do anything. For you, I’d do it Mel, but I’m not the one you need to convince, Dante is.”

Mel shrugged her shoulders. “Good, because Alex is probably asking for Dante’s help, right about now.” She said, looking at her watch.

Despite Dante, having said, he’d call the next day; it came and went, with no call. I debated whether to call him, suddenly anxious that Alex’s request had fucked with his head.

Instead I got a text message the following day from him, telling me he was in Italy. He’d had to go to deal with something at his winery, in Tuscany.

I was so surprised that he was gone, but also concerned. He’d flown out of the country, and not felt the need to tell me first? He said he loved me, ok, not in English, but he’d told me so much about himself, and then not cared enough, to let me know, he was leaving the country?

I stressed and worried about his motives for so long, that I worked myself up, into a nervous state, and all my old insecurities came to the fore again.

“What if he’s changed his mind? What if he flipped out, and ran back to Tuscany, because he can’t deal with the exhibitionist sex? What if he’s decided I’m not the girl for him?” I lamented, pacing back and forth in the kitchen the following morning.

Mel, who was trying to eat breakfast, in and around my endless questions, threw her spoon back in her bowl, and glowered at me.

“Bloody hell Grace, for an intelligent woman, you’re acting like a brainless bimbo, right now. Think about what you’re saying? He’s thought of you daily, since you met in that rehab centre, he’s watched you secretly for a year or so, and he fixed things so it was him that you got for your fantasy, when you rang Dial A Stud. He brought himself out of retirement so to speak, because he couldn’t handle another man touching you. He’s told you everything about himself; he’s told you he loves you, so what, if it’s in Italian?” She threw her hands in the air. “I’m sure he has, a perfectly reasonable, explanation for racing to Italy, without telling you. Just calm your tits and wait for his call. He loves you. Alex told me he’s heard all about you, and that was before any of this. Dante’s had you in his heart since he was that seventeen year old, overweight boy, remember?”

I shot her an amused look. “Calm my tits? When have you ever used that saying before?”

Mel blushed. “Blame Alex, he says it sometimes. He’s got a whole repertoire of sayings. He can be funny as hell.”

I watched her eyes get that glazed look to them, and snapped my fingers in front of her face. “Damn, you do have it bad for him, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “Just like you do for Dante; Gracie. We’re a couple of love sick puppies, aren’t we?” Her expression sobered. “It’s too soon. It’s way too soon to think I love him. Ugh, why is life so complicated at times?

“Try not to overthink it Mel. Just enjoy it. If it’s meant to be, it will be.” I tried to reassure her.

She gave me ‘the look.’ “You’re trying to tell me to do, the very thing, I’ve been trying to tell you to do? You should try practicing what you preach girl.”

I reacted the only way I could, I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Oh that’s just so mature.” She grinned.

“Ugh, I’d better get some work done. I stayed with Dante too long and now I’m trying to catch up. People just don’t have any understanding these days. I was busy, working on my relationship and sex life. I’d tell them that, when they email me, to find out when I’ll have their jobs done by, if I thought it would help.”

Mel grinned. “Umm, yeah, I wouldn’t tell them that, if I was you.”

I laughed. “Why? You think they might question my professionalism?”

“You should go and work now Gracie. Let me finish my breakfast. You don’t know when Dante will be back, and I bet he’ll want to monopolise your time once he’s home.”

I spent the day working on various covers, and layouts for a couple of new businesses, that wanted my services, so they became known to the world.

Mel joined me in our office, and we both worked in a companionable silence, for most of the day.

It was just after 5pm, when I decided I’d done enough for the day. My initial drafts I’d sent to both companies had been approved, so I was feeling useful and productive. I was also feeling the need for wine.

I got up and looked over at Mel, who was still peering at something on her computer screen. “When are you calling it quits for the day?” I asked her. “Just, I’m off for wine, and I was wondering if it’s wine o’clock for you too?”

She looked up from her work, long enough to nod and I left her, to head for the kitchen. I’d just taken a couple of glasses from the cupboard, when I heard my phone chime, with an incoming message.

‘I miss you cara. I’m sorry I just took off, but I’ve had a couple of offers on the vineyard, and I had to come to discuss it in person. Tia mo my Grace. xoxox’

I read his message a few times over, and felt my heart swell. He missed me, he hadn’t run. He’d had to leave unexpectedly, but most importantly, he still loved me. He’d put it in writing this time. Sure it was still in Italian, but it didn’t matter. He loved me, no matter what language he said it in.

I had to message him back right now. I had to tell him how I felt too, so he had something from me, to bring home with him.

‘
I was worried you were having second thoughts about us. I was scared that Mel’s fantasy had chased you away, but most of all, I was terrified I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I love you Dante.’

While I waited to see if he replied, I poured the wine for Mel and me, and as my phone stayed silent, I began to get worried that he’d freaked out over my admission. Nervously, I gulped down half my glass, feeling it begin to work its magic, calming me.

Finally I heard my phone ding again, and with a pounding heart, I opened Dante’s message.

‘Your declaration is a surprise. We need to talk when I get back.’

I stared at his words, and I wasn’t sure what to make of them. Was it a good surprise, or a bad one? What did he want to talk about? Damn, waiting for him to come home, was going to have me ready for a straightjacket, by the time he got back.

‘When do you get back?’

I had to ask the question, so I’d have time to prepare myself, for when I saw him next. While I waited for his reply, I swallowed the last of my wine, and poured another one. Bloody hell, at this rate, I’d be drunk in no time.

Just then, I heard the chime of the doorbell through the house, and I took a deep steadying breath. Who the hell was this? Maybe it was Alex.

I hurried through the house, yelling to Mel. “I’ll get it.”

I got to the front door, when my phone suddenly chimed again. Before I opened it, I hastily glanced down at its screen. It was just one word from Dante.

‘Now.’

I frowned at it, as I pulled the door open, raising my head from my phone, to the visitor, and looking straight into the warm, brown eyes of Dante. 

Chapter Twenty

I stared at the surprising sight of him, standing on my front doorstep, and blinked, convinced I had to be imagining him.

I watched his lips curve up in a smile as he stepped forward. “Hello cara. Tia mo. Ti ho ve perso la mia bella ragazza.” The seductive tone of his voice just made the huskily spoken Italian words, sound even sexier.

“Dante.” I squealed, and leapt into his arms so suddenly, he staggered backwards, nearly losing his footing.

“Oh my beautiful Grace, you do like to try and knock me off my feet, don’t you?” He said, as his arms closed around me, holding me close to him.

“When did you get back?” I mumbled against his shirt.

“I’ve just come from the airport. I had to see you.” He cupped my cheeks, and held me so he could look into my eyes. “Did you mean it?”

I didn’t need to ask him what he was talking about, I knew. “Yes.” I whispered. “I realised I was falling for you, while I was staying at your home. I’ve never, before, been like I am with you. I love being with you, spending time with you, just doing mundane, everyday things with you. I’ve never felt like that before, with any other man. I finally realised that I was in love with you, when I was talking to Mel the other night, but when you disappeared, and showed up in Italy, I was scared that something was wrong, and I started to regret, that I never told you how I feel.”

“You have made me so happy Grace. I love you too. I loved you when you were thirteen years old and a sweet, shy young girl, named Barbie. I loved my memories of you, when that was all I had. I loved the beautiful woman you became, when I found you again, and couldn’t believe it was you. The woman I suffered, through the agony of watching give herself to men, undeserving of her. I loved you, even when I knew, I couldn’t re-enter your life, because you deserved better, than a man who fucked women for money. I love the woman you are cara. You are so beautiful and sweet. You make me feel like I can do anything, when I’m with you, and you are more effective than anything, or anyone for chasing away my demons. You understand me, you know me like no one; not even my own family know me.”

By the time Dante stopped speaking, I could do little more than hug him tighter to me, while tears streamed unchecked, down my cheeks.

After a few minutes of me clinging to him, and his hand moving in a gentle, rubbing motion over my back, he suddenly pushed me away, so he could see my face.

“Don’t cry, please, don’t cry.” His thumbs caught as many tears as they could, but I just couldn’t seem to stop crying.

“Are…are…you…are…are you real?” I finally got the words out, around my tears.

Dante looked confused, before pinching himself. “It would seem I am cara.”

His actions made me laugh through my tears. “It wasn’t a literal question Dante. You’re just so perfect; I should be pinching me, to see, if this, is really, happening.”

He shot me a heated gaze. “I’d like to be doing something to you, right now, and it doesn’t involve pinching you.”

Instantly the atmosphere in the hallway seemed to change. I felt myself growing warm, and I could feel a dull aching need, start low inside me. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the sudden dampness of my panties.