Falling Down(51)

Jesse pulls the covers back. "Open."
"What?" I'm asking as he gently presses a warm, wet cloth between my thighs cleans me. It's the sweetest, gentlest gesture and so uncharacteristic of what I'd expect from Jesse. He is such a contradiction. Such a bad ass rocker, tough and rough, tattooed bad boy, but then he's got a soft side that he's slowly starting to reveal.
He tosses the cloth into the hamper. He opens a drawer and grabs a shirt. He walks over, pulls it over my head, and I slip my arms through. The sleeves go down to my mid-forearms and the length nearly reaches my knees. It is, of course, a black, awesomely designed Falling Down t-shirt.
"It's a little big."
"You already told me that, but you adjusted," he grins.
"Oh my God."
"You already said that too. Multiple times, in fact." He pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs and a t-shirt.
"Jesse!"
"Oh yes, you screamed that out many times as I told you, you would."
All I can do is laugh as he stands there, looking so seriously smug. I walk over to him and climb up his body. His hands lift me and rest under my ass.
I cup his face in my hands.
"Jesse Kingston."
"Luciana Russo."
"You are incorrigible."
He nods. "I am."
I laugh again and he grins. I press a kiss to his lips.
"Feed me!"
"Oh, I'll feed you… food first. Cock after."
"Incorrigible!"




Chapter Ten
Lucy
"Oh my God, Jesse, this is amazing," I say around a mouthful of beef and broccoli stir fry. The rice was the only thing he had left to make--well, and he had to reheat the stir fry. "Where did you learn how to cook?"
He takes a drink of his beer. "My mom. She was an equal opportunity mom meaning it didn't matter if you were male or female, everyone did the same chores."
I nod. "That's how it was in my house too. There was no difference between me, Sera, or Joey. We had a chart and we followed it. I'd mow the lawn or wash the car and Joey'd do dishes or laundry, same with Sera and every day it changed."
"More wine?" he asks holding up the bottle.
"Sure, thanks."
He nods. "How did Sera come to live with you?"
I frown. It's definitely not a happy story and I hate telling it, but I tell Jesse--not all the details, just the main points. He doesn't need to know that our families are freaking gangsters.
"Damn, that's rough."
I nod. "It was so hard on her. She's not the same as she was before… well, before."
"I can understand that."
"We don't really talk about it so…"
"No worries. I won't bring it up. At first I thought she was your sister but then you mentioned being cousins yet I knew she grew up with you and calls your mom her mom."
"My parents are her parents, my brother is her brother, and she's my sister. That's how her parents would have wanted it and so that's how it is."
"As simple as that?"
"As simple as that."
We hear a car rumble up and car doors close. I adjust my t-shirt to cover as much as me as I can.
"That shirt covers way more than enough. You wore less in the video."
"True, but I'm bra- and panty-less," I whisper as if it's a sin.
He shrugs. "They're not going to make a big deal out of it."
"Hmm."
Ben and Xander come strolling out onto the terrace where we're finishing our meal by candle light. Jesse lit a bunch of candles while I was using the restroom and surprised me when we came out here to eat.
"What's going on?" Ben asks.