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  Train My Heart

  Book three of The Capello Brothers series

  Train My Heart

  By J'aimee Brooker

  Copyright 2013 J'aimee Brooker

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  Train My Heart

  Being the youngest of three brothers has always been one of life's greatest pleasures for Luca Capello, sheltered from many of the hardships his family has faced and spoiled as the baby of the family.

  His successful personal training business gives him the structure and routine he wants and Luca's uncompromising attitude to fitness coupled with his inherited handsome looks has always ensured a steady stream of business.

  But, growing up without his father hadn't been easy yet from what he can remember living with him in Italy had been worse. Luca's uncertainty about his past has always bubbled beneath the surface and when his relationship with his meek-and-mild girlfriend Imogen takes on a new level of intensity, Luca resolves to explore his past in Italy and make amends with the past.

  From the busy backstreets of Venice to the foothills of the imposing Italian Alps; Luca's journey through northern Italy proves to be a life-changing decision. Will he lose everything by confronting his father; most importantly the love and future he has in mind with Imogen?

  More in The Capello Brothers series:

  Draw On My Heart

  Command My Heart

  Acknowledgements

  For Jason, Adam, Liam and Caitlin x

  Contents

  Introduction

  About 'Train My Heart'

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Excerpt: Draw On My Heart

  Excerpt: Command My Heart

  Connect with the Author

  CHAPTER ONE

  The gym was finally emptying; only a few last hardcore fitness fanatics stood between Luca and Imogen’s next bout. She’d been impatiently waiting all week to strap her gloves on and get rid of the week’s pent-up annoyances and it was all Luca could do to kick these guys out so he could have his girl and his gym to himself.

  “Closing time in ten minutes, guys” he called impatiently, to nods and murmurs of agreeance from the last few patrons. Heading upstairs to get Imogen, Luca realised not for the first time how much he cared for his meek and mild librarian girlfriend.

  It’d been a chance phone call, almost three months ago, that had led to them meeting. She’d sounded sweet, reserved, and even a little nervous when he’d answered her call and he’d instantly been drawn into the soft melodic tone of her voice; her every word rounded and polished before it left her mouth. They’d agreed she would visit the gym for a tour of the equipment the following day, and it was the first time Luca actually hoped a prospective client would show. All too often, they’d ring and get prices then never turn up. But this girl had sounded different—genuine and sweet as opposed to many of the pretentious women who frequented his gym.

  “Imogen, you nearly ready?” he called as he ascended the stairs to his upstairs office.

  “Just strapping my ankle, I can’t afford to lose my footing again and let you win” she teased back, referring to last weeks bout which saw her lose in spectacular fashion. She strutted past him with strapping tape in her hand before planting herself into his office chair.

  “Ahhh… so that’s what happened last time, huh?” he joked back, knowing full well he’d won their last bout fair and square.

  Walking to his chair, he pulled her up and dragged his lips slowly across hers before hoisting her up and depositing her on his desk. A gorgeous crimson glow hit Imogen’s cheeks as she leaned up to grab his mouth again.

  “Oh, Imogen, that’s not really playing fair is it?” he questioned tauntingly.

  “Well, I’m at a distinct size disadvantage, so I’ll do whatever I need to do to distract you from your fine form Luca” she said, pulling away slightly and dropping her lips to his neck.

  “If that’s what you’re up to, I’ll have to stop you right there” he replied, pulling away from her seductive kisses before dropping into his chair and nudging her thighs apart to sit between them. Running his fingertips gently from the apex of her legs down to her sore ankle, he grabbed her foot which was still looking a little worse for wear and starting to gently smooth down the strapping tape.

  “I’m not fighting you tonight, Imogen” he spoke suddenly as she pulled her foot back and stared at him questioningly.

  “Why? You said we would, Luca. I need to…” she trailed off.

  “You said you’d do the exercises I gave you Im. If you don’t want my help I can refer you to another physio; but this ankle isn't improving and as you’ve just pointed out, I’m too big to be a fair opponent” he spoke calmly, knowing she’d be disappointed. “But, I know you need the outlet, so how about tonight we do this a bit differently—you box on the bags, hands only, we’ll sort out the physio business in the morning” he replied, smoothing down the last of the tape.

  He could tell by the ashen look on her face that she was disappointed, but she’d clearly done some damage to her ankle already and there was no way he’d make it worse.

  “Now”, he whispered, his hands sliding up the outsides of her thighs before he grabbed her ass and pulled her forward on to the edge of the desk and planting a row of kisses along her thigh, “lets go and get you hot and sweaty…”

  “I… I think I’ve got another option for taking my frustrations out tonight Luca” she whispered, shuffling forward to close the distance between them and shifting her weight forward and on to his lap.

  His hands immediately went to her as he gruffly threaded his fingers into her hear and pulled her mouth to his. “Trust me Imogen, I’m happy to oblige” he breathed in her ear, “but first, get your ass downstairs and into the boxing room”. Luca replied, lifting her off his lap and back on to his desk, his cock uncomfortably straining against his shorts with every movement.

  “Let’s go” he said, before reaching for her sock and shoe and slowly easing her foot in. Her grimace as the shoe went on was his confirmation that she was hurting; for that he’d go easy on her tonight. Maybe.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Imogen, ten more. Go” Luca barked from the other side of the boxing bag, “put some effort in this time”.

  Though he was no longer technically her personal trainer, that’d stopped after a few weeks when it became clear that a relationship between him and Imogen was a given, she’d asked him to keep her on track with her fitness goals and he’d promised her he would.

  “Imogen. C’mon, harder. You know you can,” he shouted firmly, “keep going, five more then you can rest”.

  He saw de
dication laced with annoyance on her face and knew she was pushing herself harder than normal, but it was his role to get her to push that little harder, to extend that bit more effort and energy.

  Im, don't push so hard, you’ve got this babe, just keep steady” he shouted back encouragingly, holding the bag firmly as she struck it harder and harder for the last few times.

  “You got it” he shouted to her before coming out from behind the bag and seeing her bent over and gripping her ankle, her muffled sobs threatening to shatter the hushed silence that’d fallen between them both.

  Rushing to her side, Luca swept her up in both arms and tucked her head against his chest before walking over to a weights bench and sitting her on the edge.

  “Ankle?” he asked, though he already knew it was the problem.

  She didn’t reply straightaway, just sat crying and moaning in pain.

  Something was definitely wrong. Her ankle had always bothered her but she usually hid the pain behind forced smiles and a nonchalant attitude.

  Kneeling before her, he slowly pulled her face to his and waited patiently for her eyes to meet his before he wiped away her tears with the hem of his shirt. “I’m going to look, ok?” he asked tentatively, knowing if the pain was bad now it’d only increase once the support of the shoe was taken away and the pressure it was holding in was let loose in her body.

  Slowly easing the shoe off, he saw the exact moment the pain shot through her leg and registered behind her eyes. Looking at the golf-ball sized lump on the side of her ankle it was pretty clear she’d torn a ligament. Gently prodding the area, he could feel the balloon like swelling was still forming.

  Standing, he slid his arm under her legs and one behind her back and carried her upstairs to his office—she was still hot from the workout but her skin was cool and clammy, the pain obviously causing some shock. He’d had plenty of patients in the years since finishing his physiotherapy degree but this was the first time he’d treated someone he cared about.

  As he eased Imogen onto the couch in his office, he noticed she’d stopped crying but her eyes were dull and distant.

  “Im, how bad is the pain out of ten” he asked, kneeling beside her and holding her hand.

  “I… I’m not sure… it’s high, maybe an eight…” she replied quietly, “what’s happened, why’s my foot so swollen and… the pain, it’s…” she trailed off.

  “Looks like a torn ligament, Im” he replied, before a fresh batch of tears threatened to burst from her eyes.

  “No, not that Luca. Check again” she pleaded.

  “I don’t need to babe, I know what I’m seeing and it’s definitely torn. I’m sorry”, he replied, knowing the setback of six weeks of minimal movement would be just as painful for Imogen as the injury itself.

  Grabbing a compression bandage, an icepack, and a couple of paracetamol, Luca set about fixating the joint as best he could, knowing the drive home would be painful; she’d need something stronger for the pain but he’d have to get her home first.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “Luca, I need a shower” she whispered a couple hours after arriving home. The painkillers had kicked in, she’d eaten half a sandwich and had finally calmed down.

  “That bandage has to stay on Im. It can’t come off or the pain will kick back in” he replied.

  “But, I’m sweaty, I won’t be able to get any sleep like this. If I toss and turn all night, won’t it be worse for my foot anyway?” she complained.

  “Imogen, I’m serious, the bandage stays, at least until tomorrow”.

  “But, Luca… please” she moaned.

  Smiling, Luca looked over to her and teased, “Nothing I can do Im, unless you’re keen for a sponge bath”.

  Rolling her eyes, Imogen almost dismissed the notion before realising that was Luca’s final offer. “Ok” she murmured quietly noticing the mischievous glimmer in Luca's eyes as he once again swept her up into his arms and whisked her to the bathroom.

  “Wow, you’re not wasting any time Luca” she laughed as he walked them into the bathroom and sat her gently on the edge of the bath.

  “I don’t want you to change your mind” he smiled back, winking playfully in her direction.

  As the bathtub filled, Luca moved quickly to grab Imogen’s body wash and a flannel. Standing before her, he slowly pulled her up onto her steady foot, resting her hands on his shoulders for support before sliding her shorts and panties down her tight and toned legs. Running his hands back up her body, he reached her waist before pushing her back to her seated position on the edge of the bath. Reaching for the hem of her lycra shirt, he ran his hands up her torso taking the top with him as he gently pulled it from her body.

  Imogen’s eyes locked with his; how could he make something as simple as a sponge bath be so damned seductive? His eyes met hers and she felt herself surrender to his intensity, could feel his energy drawing her in and holding her pinned to his every word, touch, and movement.

  Romance and sex was always great with Luca—his confident and assured approach had made her feel comfortable with him almost instantly. Even their first time together, she’d felt his intensity and allowed herself to be drawn into it. But tonight was different, the intensity was there but the way he was touching her, holding her, caring for her—it was overwhelming.

  “Im, you ok?” he spoke gently, “are you in pain?”

  “No… yes…” she stammered, before blushing and hiding her face from his.

  “Oooh… you’re blushing again Im… Care to tell me what you’re thinking about” he teased, reaching around to unclasp her bra without so much as breaking eye contact.

  “No” she replied shyly.

  “Hmmm… that hardly seems fair” he said, moving his eye contact to stare at her mouth, before licking his lips and looking back at her.

  “It’s just… you… you’re different tonight” she replied, her eyes again falling from his.

  “Different, how?” he asked hesitantly, before standing upright and pulling off his shirt and shorts swiftly.

  His muscled and defined body left her speechless, his length already aroused and widening as he stood and reached for her, lifting her into the corner of the bath with her back up against the walls and lifting her injured foot to rest on a towel on one side, effectively baring her open to him.

  Stepping into the bath, he knelt before her before wetting the flannel and coating it with the body wash. Starting from the toes of her unaffected foot, he slowly made his way north to the tops of her thighs, gently brushing his fingers across her mound before he began to wash the next leg.

  The wet cloth hit her stomach next, his fingers moving slowly and purposely around her waist and around to her back. Dipping the cloth again in the bath water, he slid her body forward, resting her heavy chest against his shoulders as he continued to slide the cloth up and down her back, shoulders and neck eventually feeling her tensions subside as she relaxed her body weight on to him.

  Setting her up against the walls again, she looked heavenly. Relaxed and with heavy eyelids, she met his eye contact just as he slid the cloth across her breasts capturing one nipple in his mouth, the other in his hand. He watched as her eyes closed involuntarily and she moaned with pleasure. Dropping the cloth, he took her mouth in his and she parted her lips instantly giving his tongue access to her. As she ran her hands through his thick black hair, he slid his thumb across her throbbing clit pressing and moving slowly, greedily claiming her moan.

  Imogen rocked slowly against his thumb, moving only to give his fingers better access to her heat, which he took, sliding his fingers into her core.

  Breaking away from the kiss, Luca settled himself between her legs running his tongue over each lip before capturing his clit in his mouth. Her moans filled the room, amplified and echoing off the tiled surrounds; providing the perfect soundtrack for the evening.

  “Luca, please…” were the only words he heard as he stood and lifted her from the bath and stood her stead
ily on the floor, leaning her against the wall, taking her injured leg in hand, resting it gently around his waist. Holding her open, he slowly rubbed his cock at her entrance before entering her inch by inch. It’d taken the best part of the last couple months and a damn lot of practice for Imogen to be able to relax enough to take his entire length, yet tonight she was pleading for more. Greedily accepting each offering, and arching her back to take more. Finally nestled firmly inside her, Luca drew her face into his and whispered, “God, Im, I’m falling hard for you…”

  “Me too” she whispered before slowly rocking her hips against Luca’s length.

  He took her queue and started drawing back from her heat before pounding in again, establishing a rhythm that had them both at the brink of climax within minutes.

  When she could take no more, Imogen breathed into his ear, “Come with me Luca, now”. He felt her climax as her heat spasmed around him and he came quickly with the intensity of her orgasm.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The news was as bad as Luca had expected. He’d taken Imogen to see his mate and fellow physio Anthony Purse, who’d agreed the ligament was torn and had given Imogen crutches for the first week or two and advised her against physical exercise for 4-6 weeks before starting physio thereafter.

  She’d been devastated but waited until they’d reached Luca’s Jeep to burst into tears. He’d quickly picked her up and lifted her into the vehicle, before she grabbed on to him and sobbed.

  “Hey, look on the bright side” he offered, “take this time to finish writing your book. Let your body heal, this ankle has been playing up for ages now, it’s clearly time to let it rest.”

  “Yeah, maybe” she sniffled. “I’m just so sick of work, putting up with Bill and his stifling moods and demands. Boxing was my only outlet for getting rid of all the pent-up frustration…” she trailed off.