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He tosses back the last of his drink, his thigh muscles tensing under me, and one of his hands grips my leg while the other flutters over my clit. “I’m going to come,” he breathes in my ear, his words growing taut. “I’m—oh, fuck, Mila, I’m coming inside you, oh?—”
Lorenzo groans, his hand splaying over my stomach as he holds me down in his lap, utterly still beneath me. Without the sensation of him thrusting against me, everything inside of me is magnified. I can feel every throb and pulse of his cock as he groans, the heat of his cum as it spurts inside of me, and my back arches, a cry escaping as I clench around him and come apart for the second time.
“Lorenzo!” I moan his name, grinding in his lap, and he lets out a gasping moan as the sensation of me moving overstimulates his throbbing cock. His fingers dig into my thigh, his mouth pressed to my shoulder as his fingers rub over my clit, and his cock keeps spilling inside of me, both of us locked together in a very public orgasm.
“You are—” Lorenzo gasps against the warm skin of my shoulder, breathing hard, “—you are everything I could have ever dreamed of, principessa. Mila. My love.”
He whispers the last in my ear, the two of us still as close as we can possibly be, and I tilt my head back, turning so I can graze my lips over his.
Carefully, he dislodges me from his lap. I press my thighs together, but I still feel the warm stickiness of his cum dripping onto my skin, and I flush with embarrassment. With that comes a fresh wave of desire, and I reach for his hand, looking up at him with a flushed face and glossy eyes.
Lorenzo’s gaze darkens. He reaches for his wallet, tossing several bills onto the bar without bothering to look and see how much he’s overpaid the bartender. “Let’s go home,” he murmurs, a possessive lust in his eyes as his gaze sweeps over me. “I want to fuck you in our bed, until the sun comes up.”
“I like the sound of that,” I whisper softly. I link my fingers through his as he leads me to the door, the noises of the club fading into the background. “We can come back?”
“As often as you like,” Lorenzo promises with a mischievous grin. He leads me through the door, out to the waiting car, and my heart feels as if it might overflow with everything in it—desire, love, happiness. All the things that I thought were out of my reach, for so long.
It’s all mine, now. Forever.
Lorenzo
After the excitement of last night, I let Mila sleep in. Over the month that she’s been here, her little brother and I have built up quite a rapport. It’s become normal for me to make an attempt at breakfast for us both when Mila needs the extra sleep. I pour cereal and put on cartoons, marveling in the back of my head at how easily I’ve taken to having what amounts to a small family of my own in my house.
The truth is, I think I always wanted this. My own family has always been important to me, and I never balked at the idea of marrying and having children, when it seemed like that particular duty would fall to me. I’d put it out of my head after Dante found Emma—but now, with Mila and Niki here, it feels as natural as if it were always meant to be.
I’d propose to her today, if I thought she didn’t need a little time, I think to myself as I spread cream cheese over toasted bagels, pour orange juice, and glance once more at Niki to make sure he’s safely ensconced in front of the TV with his breakfast before going down the hall to see if Mila is awake. There’s no doubt in my mind that what we have is what I’ve always wanted, that there is no one else for me. But a lot has happened to her in the past two months, and I want to give her time. I want her to know that I’m not going anywhere, and to stay because she wants to, not because she feels she has nowhere else to go.
She’s just sitting up in bed when I push the door open, carrying the breakfast tray, and she smiles sleepily at me as she pushes her hair out of her face. She’s naked, the sheet tucked around her chest, and I feel a throb of desire at the memory of the night before.
I brought her home from the club and straight back to bed, already hard and eager for her before we were even on the mattress. I fucked her long and slow, taking my time, making her come twice more for me before I filled her with my cum again. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to finish inside someone, so long that I’d forgotten how good it felt, how much better it was to come buried inside of that wet heat.
Better, still, because it was Mila. For the first time, I had someone in my bed that I love. It made it all different. Intense in a way that I couldn’t have imagined, and I never want to lose.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks softly as I set down the tray, and I slide into bed next to her, reaching for her chin as I kiss her lightly on the mouth.
“Because I love you. And I love seeing you in my bed in the morning.”
Mila flushes. “Because of what we do in it?”
“Because it’s you.” I kiss her again, a little more firmly this time, and the light sigh that she lets out against my lips almost makes me take the tray away so I can topple her back into bed and slide inside of her again. I’ve never been so constantly hard before, always on the verge of an erection, always aching with the desire to feel her wrapped around me again.
“No one’s ever brought me breakfast in bed before.” Mila reaches for the orange juice. “I could get used to it.”
“You should. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed as often as I can.” I glance over at her as I reach for a piece of fruit. “I have another surprise for you.”
“Another one?” She blinks, a teasing smile at the corner of her lips. “Is it as good as last night’s?”
“I hope so. Just in a different way.” I take a sip of juice, feeling an odd anxiety in my chest. The surprise I have for her today means something to me, and if she doesn’t like the idea of it, it will change things between us. I don’t want that—but I also want us to move forward, and this is an important step.
“My family has dinner together at the family home, one Sunday a month,” I explain. “I’d like to take you and Niki to it today. I know it’s unexpected—but I wanted to surprise you.”
Mila pauses, and for a moment, I feel a spark of panic. It’s too soon. We’re not that serious. I don’t know if this is what I want. All the possible things that she could say rush through my head, and I have to blink and try to focus when she actually speaks a moment later.
“You know Niki still doesn’t talk.” Mila presses her lips together. “How will that go?”
“They’ll all be understanding,” I promise her. “No one will push him. They’ll all adore him, honestly. And I want them to meet you—to meet you both. I want them to see—” The words press against my lips, frightening and necessary all at the same time. “I want them to see how important you are to me.”
Mila smiles softly. “What about this,” she says slowly, as if considering. “What if I go, this time? And we work up to bringing Niki. Maybe next month. Darcy can take him out to dinner and a movie tonight, she was mentioning something to me just the other day about wanting to plan that.”
