Safe with Me (With Me in Seattle #5)(48)
Author: Kristen Proby

“What made you come looking for him now?” I ask as he takes a seat and a beer from the waitress.

“My mom died last fall,” he begins and takes a swig of beer then grimaces as he looks at the label. “She never told me about my biological father.”

“Did she ever marry?” Matt asks.

“No,” Dom shakes his head and I can’t help but feel for the guy. Growing up without a father would suck.

“After she passed, I was going through her things, and I found a letter from her.” He shrugs and clears his throat. “She explained who he was, and what she could remember about him, in case I wanted to try to find him.”

“Steven said you grew up in Italy?” Nate asks.

“Partly, yes,” he nods and shifts in his chair. “My mom’s family was still there, and when I was about five she moved us there so she would have her family nearby. We moved back to the states when I was fifteen. I went back in the summer and I studied there for a while. My grandparents died a few years ago, and I inherited their property there.”

“Do you visit often?” Will asks. “I’ve been dying to get Meg over there, we just haven’t had time to go.”

“I don’t go as often as I’d like because I own a business here, but you and Meg are welcome to use the house there whenever you want.” He shrugs like it’s the most natural thing in the world to offer his Italian home to his newly found brother to use whenever the mood strikes him.

Maybe Bryn’s right; he’s just a normal guy.

“Are you married?” Isaac asks him and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No,” Dom shakes his head and smiles ruefully. “Too busy for that. But I met your lovely wife.”

“What do you do?” Nate asks him calmly.

“I run two vineyards. One here in Washington and one in Italy, although a cousin of mine runs the one in Italy for the most part these days.”

As he continues to tell the guys about the wines he makes here in Washington, I notice the girls are laughing hysterically and suddenly, Jules yells over to us all, “Hey! Brynna can suck the fuck out of a bone!”

Chapter Seventeen

~Brynna~

“Caleb! Did you know that Brynna can suck the fuck out of a bone?” Jules yells in the general direction of the guys, earning snorts of laughter from the other girls.

“Of course he does,” Natalie giggles and points at me as she reaches for another hand full of fries. “Hello! She probably blows him all the damn time.”

“Oh yeah!” Jules exclaims and laughs her ass off.

“Um, hello!” I spread my arms out to my sides and stare at the girls, my mind just a little cloudy from the liquor. “I’m right here.”

“Dude, do you blow him a lot?” Stacy asks me and sucks on a rib.

I blink at her and look over at Meg, Jules and Nat, but they’re all staring at me, waiting for my answer.

“Of course,” I reply with a shrug.

Meh, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“I knew it!” Nat yells and pumps her fist.

“Ew!” Jules exclaims and laughs. “So don’t want to know this.”

“I think I’ve found someone new I’d blow,” Stacy murmurs and wiggles her eyebrows, her eyes pinned to Dom.

“I know, right?” I exclaim and take a sip of my sex on the beach before reaching for another rib, much to Jules’ delight. “Jules, I have to tell you, your new brother is hot as hell.”

“It’s the Montgomery genes,” Meg agrees and stuffs nachos in her mouth. “They’re like, super-human or something.”

We all turn and stare at him, taking in the gorgeous. Where the Montgomery brothers are fair, with varying shades of blonde hair, Dom is olive-skinned with black hair, but his eyes match theirs to a T. They’re perfectly blue, and when he smiles, he has one dimple, in his left cheek.

“I wonder if he has dimples above his ass,” Nat observes.

“Oh, those are sexy!” Meg agrees. “Will has them.”

“You know,” Stacy leans in with a knowing smile. “If he grew up in Italy, he speaks Italian.”

“I wonder if he’d teach Will Italian,” Meg ponders. “Just the naughty words.”

“Okay, we really need to bring in more hot guys that I’m not related to,” Jules pouts and sips her water. “I want to talk about naked body parts and sexy foreign languages.”

“Just pretend,” Stacy suggests with a drunk wave.

I work on cleaning all the meat off the rib, making sure there’s nothing left before I throw it in the basket.

“Seriously,” Nat mutters while watching me. “That’s impressive.”

“I bet you guys leave a whole bunch of meat on the bone,” I snicker and sip my drink.

“I’m done,” Meg announces and throws her napkin on the table. “Let’s take our drinks and go sit with the guys. I want to hear what they’re saying to Dom.”

We all agree and join the boys, drinks in hand.

“Brynna has some mad oral skills, man,” Jules informs Caleb as we approach, and I want to simply die.

“Jules!” I exclaim and glare at her.

“What?”

“She’s not even drunk,” Stacy smirks and leans on her husband. “But I have mad oral skills too, don’t I?”

“You do, babe,” Isaac grins down at her.

“Enough of this. We’ll scare Dom off,” Meg announces and grins at the handsome Italian. “I’m sorry for their adolescent behavior.”

“I’m fine.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I went to college. I know how girls are when they get together.”

“So,” I begin and sip my drink. Delicious. “You are Italian.”

He nods and grins at me, showing off that dimple that’s so similar to Caleb’s, and my panties may have just flooded.

“Which means you naturally speak Italian.”

He nods again and chuckles, his smile spreading across his face. Caleb wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me against him, tucking me close to him, and while I should feel guilty for blatantly flirting with his half brother right in front of him, I don’t.

I think it’s funny as hell.

“I think what she’s getting at,” Meg begins, “is that it’s kinda hot that you speak Italian.”

“Oh please,” Will rolls his eyes and scowls at Meg.