Capello Brothers 2 Command My Heart by J'aimee Brooker Page A

move in with me.
     
     
    We’d finished
up the week at work with Inta getting her way on my desk, before
she left to pick up clean clothes for the weekend and I headed to
the supermarket to stock up on supplies so that we had no excuses
to leave the house for the next few days.
    “I’ll cook Dom,
I never cook for you” she offered, breezing into the kitchen and
unpacking the groceries with a light-hearted familiarity that
shocked us both.
    “Ok…" I replied
hesitantly, "How about you get started and I’ll go move your car
into the garage”
    “Yep, good. Can
you get my bag of clothes out while you’re moving the car; it’s on
the back seat” she asked, already busying herself in the kitchen,
opening every cupboard, pulling out countless ingredients and
seemingly every pot, pan and bowl she could see.
    My kitchen was
a sanctuary and no-one but myself, my Ma and brothers had ever
cooked in there. Cooking was important in our family. So many good
times were had at the dining table and I had many fond memories of
us three boys gathering in the kitchen with Ma for our weekly
cooking lessons. She’d taught all three of us the traditional
Italian cooking methods that’d been passed down through the family
from one generation to the next. Now, Inta was in my kitchen,
disorganising everything and it’d drive me crazy to watch.
    After moving
the car and carrying her bag into my bedroom, I still couldn’t
smell anything remotely appetising coming from the kitchen and
rather than face a kitchen disaster I decided to soak under a hot
shower.
    “Dom, can I
come in?” came the whisper about five minutes later.
    Turning, I saw
Inta already completely undressed and waiting for me to accept her
offer. Smiling I opened the shower door and pulled her in, “How’s
dinner coming along Miss Inta?” I asked, bending to take her mouth
in mine.
    “Mmm, half an
hour” she replied, hungrily stealing another kiss.
    “Plenty of time
for this later Miss Inta, don’t you want to keep an eye on
dinner?”
    “Nope, all
sorted. I’m yours for thirty minutes. Relax me, Dom?” she
asked.
    We’d discovered
weeks ago that Inta loved having her hair shampooed and I’d taken
every opportunity to do it for her since. Seeing the way it relaxed
her and knowing I could offer her such a release was something new
for me, and if I was honest I was revelling in this newfound skill
I had stumbled on.
    Turning her
around and reaching for the shampoo, I got started. Her hair was
the most amazing hue of black, skimming just below her shoulders.
She sank back into me giving my fingers full access to massage her
scalp and bringing with it moans of delight from Inta. After a few
minutes of massage, I steadied her under the water and let the
shampoo rinse off.
    "Oh Dom, I love
that so much" she sighed before finding my eye contact and drawing
me in closer. "Let me relax you now?" she asked hesitantly, waiting
patiently for my approval.
    I leant forward
and took her mouth in mine, her lips greedily seeking more.
    "What about
dinner? I'm pretty hungry you know" I joked.
    "So am I" she
replied before dropping to her knees and taking me in her
mouth.
     
    We were getting
dressed when the doorbell rang. Surprised, I threw on a shirt and
headed for the door, it could only be Roman or Luca. Quick as a
flash, Inta ran past me and beat me to the door, resting her back
against it with a cheeky look on her face.
    “Inta? What’s
going on?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew.
    “Well, Dom…
About dinner… It didn’t quite go to plan…” she smiled, opening the
door and greeting the surprised delivery boy with her skimpy nighty
and lack of bra. After an awkward minute or two of the kid trying
his hardest to sneak a look, we finally had the pizza and headed to
the dining room.
    “Might be best
if we avoid the kitchen area for the moment” she said casually, all
the while I could feel my blood pressure rising. I’d put so much
work and money into