Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 746 : Together

*Caterina*

I knew as soon as Olivia had declared it was time for them to leave... as soon as Elio got to his feet, trudging to the closet where he’d stashed their coats and umbrellas. But I mostly knew from how Giovani had risen without a single word and followed Elio to the hallway.

I sighed in disappointment as I watched the truce Elio and his father had come to over the evening literally walk away.

“Oh, Gio,” Olivia sighed, then she gave me a small, sad smile when I looked at her in surprise. “They like to think we’re oblivious, but we’re not. Gio’s been trying to catch him alone all evening, but he’s been glued to your side.”

I chuckled. It was true. He’d been stuck to me like Velcro, following me around like a lost puppy. I wasn’t sure he even realized he was doing it, but as exasperating as it was, I also couldn’t help but think it was adorable.

But we both flinched as we heard Elio’s raised voice from the hallway, not quite yelling but close. I didn’t hear the words, but I could understand the anger and bitterness being thrown there. I slumped over, leaning my head on my hand.

So much for the olive branch I’d wanted to give them. They’d sooner snap it in half with their bare hands and use it to poke each other’s sore spots.

“Men,” I grumbled.

Olivia laughed, giving me a soft look. “True. But I don’t think it’s quite as bad as you think it is.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“Gio has only ever wanted to protect the people he loved. Me and Elio always came first,” Olivia said wistfully. “He even threw away the career he’d spent the majority of his life on just to make me happy, to keep us safe. But now that Elio doesn’t need us, that he’s making the same choices Gio made and not thinking of the repercussions....”

Olivia sighed and then looked at me, a steely glint in the same-colored eyes that I often saw in Elio, and I realized in that moment how much Elio resembled his mother.

“We’ve been where you are right now, Cat,” Olivia said calmly. “And it almost cost us everything. Sometimes, you have to choose what is most important and give up on the rest. Nobody can have everything.”

Her advice didn’t make much sense and I frowned, trying to decrypt any hidden meanings. But Olivia just gave me a sad smile.

“I hope you never understand what I mean, for everyone’s sake.” Her eyes flickered to my stomach hidden under the table, growing a new life as we spoke, and a chill went down my spine.

I didn’t have time to question her any further and she wasn’t sharing anymore as she got to her feet, putting on that bright smile I always associated with her. The men were standing in silence when we arrived, but I could see how pale Elio was, how shaken he looked.

It wasn’t until Giovani and Olivia were gone and the door had shut firmly that I turned to Elio and demanded an explanation.

“What was that about?”

Elio didn’t say anything for a few seconds, staring at the floor aimlessly with that same lost look in his eyes. Whatever his father had said to him had shaken him to his core.

“Elio, talk to me.” I tried a gentler approach, holding his freezing-cold hand in mine. I frowned at the temperature. Elio was always warm—always.

Elio always took care of me, now it was time for me to care for him.

“Come on.”

I gently tugged him to follow me and though he still wasn’t looking at me, he went willingly, stumbling after me as I pulled him into the living room. I got him settled on the couch, pulling out the fluffy throw and wrapping it around him before I went to grab some coffee from the pot I’d made for his parents.

Luckily it was still warm.

When I came back, Elio looked a little better, but I gently placed his coffee on the table, opening up the blanket and crawling my way in.

He was still motionless, and I used my phone as a remote, putting on a cozy movie I knew we both loved. I leaned back onto the couch, curling my feet up. The two of us were entangled together on the couch, and it only took a few moments before his head landed on my shoulder, his face hidden from view but close enough that I could brush my fingers through his curls.

I didn’t say a word, simply letting Elio come to me in his own time as I waited patiently for whatever he needed to work through. But while he did so, I made sure he knew he was safe and warm and loved, just like all the times he’d done the same for me.

It took two full movies, and it was very late by the time Elio finally started coming back to life. A chuckle at a random joke and I could feel him start responding to my gentle touch. I didn’t push him, but once the credits of the second movie rolled, he began to tell me exactly what his father had said.

I was surprised at how calm I remained while Elio told me the horrifying story of his own kidnapping. Elio explained his own flesh and blood had done that to him, and suddenly, Olivia’s words made much more sense to me, as well as Giovani’s reluctance to allow Elio back into the mafia after it had scarred his family so badly. The puzzle pieces just fell into place, creating a picture that I wasn’t sure I was happy to see.

“I’m terrified, Cat,” Eli said quietly, a distressed look in his eyes as he glanced at me. “What if he’s right? What if that happens to our child? Or what if it’s worse? What if they take you and I’m just useless to help you? I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you or to the baby–”

“I know,” I cut him off, keeping my voice soft and soothing as I held him close. “But look at me. I’m safe; the baby’s safe. Nothing has happened to us.”

I’d never seen Elio so emotional before. I quietly pretended not to notice the few tears that escaped his eyes. He clung to me so tightly, it felt like he was trying to merge us together.

I could feel how much he loved and needed me, and though I adored every second of it, it also filled me with that same fear. I loved him... I needed him just as much, and I’d never considered that he had almost been taken from me before we even met.

But the more I thought about it and the more I replaced that mental picture of baby Elio with our own child, taken and offered up to the same asshole, scared and alone and plagued with nightmares he couldn’t wake from... the more the despair of such a future turned to determination that I would never let that happen.

Ever.

Elio and our baby were my life. And I would do anything, even sell my soul to the devil to protect them.

And I was sure that Gio and Olivia had felt the same way and did everything they could to protect their son.

As Olivia had said, nobody could have everything.

But they hadn’t considered one important fact.

“Elio,” I spoke up softly, pulling away from his grip until I could gently cup his face in my hands, bringing our eyes to meet. “Your parents left the mafia to protect you. My parents tried to hide me away to protect me. But here we are, involved, despite all of their efforts.”

I smiled sadly, pressing our foreheads together as I admitted the truth that neither of our parents had wanted to.

“It’s in our blood, Elio. We can’t escape it even if we want to. We’ll always be tied to this world and that danger will always follow us. And the same will hold true for our child. All that matters is that we do everything in our power to make sure that never happens to our baby. But we do it like we always do—together.”

I beamed at the father of my child, the man I loved, and he stared at me with stars in his eyes, like I was the brightest and most gorgeous thing in the universe, and before I could even finish my speech, my words still on my tongue, Elio silenced me with his own.

“I love you,” he whispered to my lips, and I melted into his arms, responding with just as much passion.

It was overbearing as he took control, sealing us together. I playfully tugged on his bottom lip, swallowing the soft groan that leaked out.

I wasted no time losing myself in the heat and passion as I wound up climbing onto his lap, his hands under my shirt and slithering up my spine. I could feel every movement intimately, my body sensitive and hot as he gave me barely any time to breathe.

Everything else flew from my mind. Nothing else mattered, and I gripped his curls in one hand, the other pushing up his shirt.

I gasped aloud as he broke from the kiss, trailing down to my neck. I leaned back, letting him have access as my bra was unhooked with masterful dexterity. Elio’s eyes were locked on me, burning with desire as he watched my every expression.

He slid his hand across my waist, going up until my shirt was pulled up to my chin, exposing my breasts. He popped a cherry red nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he teased it with his teeth, molding my other breast with his hand.

“Elio, fuck—” I could feel his cock swelling beneath his jeans, perfectly placed right at my underwear, and I thanked god I had worn a skirt today to feel the friction as he rocked upward in waves, rubbing through my panties.

I could feel how wet I was, soaking through the fabric and drenching him in turn.

But as much pleasure as I was feeling, I had promised to take care of Elio, and that was what I was going to do.

I pulled away, holding him down by the shoulders. Elio gave me a confused look but didn’t say a word as I slipped from his lap to the floor. His breath hitched as I got to my knees, rubbing my thighs together needily as I undid his belt.

I was burning up but I suppressed my own desires, wanting to service him this time. He clenched his hands, holding the couch as I pulled down his pants and with it, his boxers. His cock sprang up, bulging with his need for me.

I kept my eyes on him, smirking as I cupped his balls in one hand, rubbing his shaft slowly with the other. He cursed, throwing his head back and I licked his head, tasting the salty precum there.

Then I swallowed his cock, inch by inch down my throat. It stretched almost painfully with his girth, and I felt like I was choking but I didn’t stop for a second, breathing sharply through my nose once I hit the base.

“Fucking goddamn.” Elio nearly lost his mind and I felt his hand wind in my hair, pulling it into a bun as he struggled not to thrust himself further down, though I knew he wanted to.

Clumsily, I adjusted myself on my knees, knowing there would be bruises there later as I put my hand on his base, pumping him with my hand as I pulled back and then forward again.

I sucked him off, completely dripping onto the carpet now as every inch of him slid in and out of my throat, easier with every pump. I could hear his breath increasing as he used more force, his restraint waning before I could feel him swelling at the base of his cock, so close to coming, and though I wouldn’t have minded, Elio clearly did.

He ripped me from his dick, spit trailing from my mouth as I looked up at him, confused. His eyes were dark with lust, his control hanging by a thread as he just whispered, “That’s not where that goes,” before pulling me onto the couch.

He pressed me onto the ground, stripping my panties from under my skirt and pulling my legs apart as he situated himself. I could feel his cock head sliding and slipping at my entrance and I groaned with a bit of relief.

“I need you so bad,” Elio muttered.

Pleas fell from my mouth as I thrust my hips toward his cock, begging for what only he could give me.

And he did.

He thrust into me, both of us groaning loudly as he fucked me until all I could feel was him. It was the hum of our heartbeats, the panting out of our breaths mixing together as we became one again and again and again.

Just for tonight, it was only us.