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Chapter Eighteen:
Can We Keep Him
Mia
If he thinks all of those kids are mine, why the hell is he still here?I’d expected him to run for the hills without letting me explain at all, and the fact that he hadn’t yet made me want to see just how brave this man was. “Mhmm. How was Jago? He’s ... protective.”
“He might be my favorite other than Little Hombre. Told me he was watching me then asked if I had enough blankets. He reminds me a bit of Sterling, honestly,” he said, glancing around my bedroom. “How old are they? I was trying to guess, but I swear they kept appearing and I was having a hard time keeping up with their names. It’s Jago, Valentino, Alex ... then I think they said Carlo was at a friends’ house? I saw Dinora’s door but didn’t meet her. Is she young like Rio?”
It was a struggle not to laugh, and an even bigger struggle not to cave. “Dinora’s the oldest. Jago is sixteen, Valentino’s fourteen, Alex is twelve and Carlo is ten. Oh Rio is six, but I have a feeling he told you. He’s excited to turn seven and wants a space party.” I slowly moved closer to him, placing a hand on his heart as I stared into his eyes and I was surprised by how steady it was. “Not even this would scare you away?”
“Are you kidding? You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that, Octomom.” He kissed me before I could slap him for that and then bit his lip as he pulled back. “I had my heart attacks downstairs, I’m good now.”
“Did you?” I leapt up into his arms and nipped his nose. “You smell better, at least.”
“I used your soap. Didn’t want to get my ass kicked by a herd of angry kids, so I figured I should steer clear of everything that even remotely smelled manly.” He kissed my jaw, my cheek, my chin, holding me steady. “Why didn’t you tell me, Mia?”
I suddenly felt guilty for lying, too guilty to keep it going. “Those are my nephews, Ollie. Dinora is my sister and the oldest boys are hers. I may have only gave birth to Rio, but all of those boys are mine ... I had to see if you’d run while you could.” I kissed his cheek, then hugged him so tightly I shocked even myself. “But you’re still here.”
“Of course I am.” He carried me to the bed and sat down, pulling back slightly to meet my eyes. “I’m not gonna pretend like I’m not relieved they’re not all yours, but I get it. They might as well be, and it’s clear just from meeting them that you and your sister are brilliant parents. And the best part is I just met you like two months ago, so you can’t try to tell me any of them are mine,” he teased.
“Diós mio.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “You sure? Carlo’s eyes are lighter like yours. You meet my sister before you met me?” I reached under his arm to squeeze his ribs and tickle him, making him fall back onto the mattress and flip us both.
“I mean, not like a hundred percent sure, but I’m pretty sure,” he said quickly, kissing me and pinning me to the bed. “I’ve got a thing for women who don’t put up with my bullshit.”
The shift had me squirming under him and cursing the clothes between us, but I knew I’d have him soon. “You must,” I responded, rolling my hips to show him what I wanted. “Remember what I said, baby? About my mouth?”
“Gotta keep you quiet even though I love to hear you moan,” he whispered, running a hand down my body and squeezing my ass. “You sure about this though? I can wait, I don’t want to put you in a bad position.”
“You can wait, but I can’t.” I reached down to palm him, smiling when I felt how hard he was. “No, you can’t. You want to sink inside this warm pussy don’t you, Papí? Been missing it all these days apart?”
Ollie crumbled, eyes going unfocused as he nodded quickly. “Yeah, fuck yeah. Okay. Quiet. Got it.” He scrambled back to strip and then tugged the clothes from my body, immediately dropping down to pepper kisses over my skin.
I allowed myself to enjoy it. To let him bathe my body in affection, and I fought every urge I had to rush him. He looked so good between my thighs, so good in my home and in my bed, almost like he belonged in those places ... and for just a little while, it didn’t cause any fear. I suddenly wasn’t scared of letting him in because he was already in, and he was proving time and time again that I had nothing to be afraid of. Ollie wouldn’t hurt us.
When his tongue touched my clit, I jerked, my moan turning into a gasp after a brief struggle, and I gripped his hair to keep him there. “Oh, Oliver,” I whispered.
“Shh,” he reminded me, sliding two fingers into my mouth. “Suck, Mia. Wrap your legs around my head and suck my fingers.”
I didn’t look too closely at how quickly I sucked those fingers in, but once I did, it triggered something in Ollie. He licked me faster, swirling his tongue and grazing my clit with his teeth as he ground his head between my clenching thighs and fucked my mouth with his fingers, and staying silent when I came was painful, but it was a pain I already craved more of. “Papí,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
I knew it was a risk, one I probably shouldn’t take, but I knew the boys were occupied in their rooms and luckily mine happened to be the furthest from them. He scrambled up into position before I stopped him, then pointed at the remote so I could put on some music to help us. Every delay felt too long, but it was worth it when he sank inside of me and we both groaned.
Our hands shot up to each other’s mouths, mine covering his and his covering mine as he moved in and out of me slowly. He moved so slowly in fact the bed was silent, and the small, muffled whimpers we released drowned out the world around us. It felt scary, mind-blowing even, and different than anything I’d ever experienced before. I felt closer to him than I thought possible, and his eyes staring into mine was all I needed.
I came first, just a choked-off sob as my pussy clenched around his throbbing dick and he followed me almost instantly. We came down with messy kisses, gentle touches, and few words, but we didn’t need those. Not in that moment.
I fell asleep in his strong arms, feeling so safe and warm I didn’t dream at all. The fact that I woke up alone was as much a surprise as it wasn’t. Ollie wanted to make a good impression, and him waking up in my bed wouldn’t have done that so I wasn’t upset in the slightest. I hastily washed up and went downstairs with a smile, inhaling the smell of pancakes and taking in Oliver Bishop in my kitchen.
The older boys were on the couch watching TV and Rio was on the counter as close as he could be to Ollie. Seeing how smitten he was with him made me nervous. There was a reason I’d never brought a guy around him, and all I could do was hope it didn’t blow up in my face.
There was no going back now.
“Buenos dias, familia.” I kissed Ollie’s cheek and whispered a thank you, then hugged my Rio tightly. “How’d you sleep, Papí?”
“Frickin’ great—”
“Good, Mamá!”
