I’m on her within seconds, planting kisses over every inch of exposed skin as I cradle her close.
She reaches for me, impatient as always, and I gladly slide back in.
We cling to each other this time, kissing and biting and mouthing at each other. I’m feral for something to claim while I pound into her over and over. Over and over. Over and over.
She wants it hard. She doesn’t want me to hold back. I adjust her slightly to get the perfect angle, and her back obediently arches…
When Mia screams, it’s with unbridled ecstasy. I can barely hold myself back as she rides through her orgasm.
My cock twitches inside of her. One more thrust, then another. Then.
“I love you.”
I groan as I fall into my own ecstasy, riding the high of the feeling of her clenched around me. Her words echoing in my ears sound like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
“Say it again,” I say, slowing down.
“I love you.”
“Say it again,” I say, holding her close.
“I love you.”
I kiss her perfect lips and stare in wonder at her bright green eyes. Perfectly close. Perfect together.
“I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
Mia
Laughter floats through the open windows as I settle on the plush couch in Isabella’s beautiful Bay Ridge living room.
Luca is on my lap, his tiny hands grasping for the toy dangling in front of him, while Liza is nestled in Isabella’s arms, already dozing off with her thumb in her mouth.
Her daughter, Irina, sits on a soft blanket nearby, cooing at Cory as he babbles on at her with a confidence that he surely gets from Cassandra.
“I can’t believe how big he is now, Cas,” I marvel as the two-year-old pushes himself onto his feet and putters over to his mother.
Cas scoops Cory up with a proud smile. “He moves around so much I can barely keep track of him. I dread to think what it’ll be like in your house when the twins reach this stage.”
Isabella scoffs, her blonde hair tied back in a loose braid, starkly contrasting her sleek designer outfit. “What are you talking about? I’m never putting this one down.”
She nuzzles into Liza’s chin, staking her claim as the favorite aunty.
I tilt my head at her fondly. “Do you think you’ll have another?”
Isabella laughs. “I think we have our hands full with these four, don’t you? Besides, I think this is the perfect opportunity for us to open a bottle of wine. Can’t do that if you’re pregnant.
I can practically feel myself salivating. “Dear God, I haven’t had a drink in almost a year. Please tell me you have tequila.”
“Mia!” Cas lets out an undignified squeak.
I stick my tongue out at her. “I worked in a bar, Cas. Come on.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Isabella winks at me as she places Liza gently on the floor by a cooing Irina.
I settle back into the couch as Cas shakes her head, though I can see a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
