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“Il mio bambino.” Mom skirts around where Journey and her father are talking quietly while they dance together.
“Mamma, I’m not sure I can be your baby boy anymore.” She pats my cheek, telling me what she wants without a word. I dip my head down so Mom can kiss both of my cheeks.
“You’ll always be my baby boy. Nothing you can do about it either. One day, you and Journey will see. Hopefully, that one day comes soon. It’s been too long since we’ve had a baby in the family. Work on that, will you?” My hand is holding hers, the other gripping my bicep as I lead her around the dance floor. Others may have thought that my father ran the show. Little do they know it was my mom always in his corner, making sure things ran like a well-oiled engine, and if shit came up when Dad was working, Mom took care of it.
“I’ll work on that. Maybe after the honeymoon.” Journey and I haven’t discussed the timeframe on when we’d start having children. If it were up to me, the fucking birth control pills would have been flushed down the toilet, one by one, until they all disappeared. I’ve even threatened it a time or two after the incident with Petrov. If I learned one thing, it was that you never know what’s going to happen. Your life could be taken away at any given moment, and it’s time for us to start doing just that: living.
“Or you could start on the honeymoon. It’s what your father and I did. The two of us were young and in love. Of course, he was younger than you are now. Maybe that’s why it happened so suddenly after our marriage.” I drop my head trying not to laugh or call her out for the lie she’s still trying to swing my way.
“Is that the story you’re sticking with tonight?” I tease. Mom was already pregnant when she walked down the aisle to my father. No one knew except their parents and didn’t realize it until they did the math when I was born. Two years later, my sister came along, and Mom was done. No way she’d have more than two when Dad was busy working his way up in the famiglia.
“That’s always the story. I’m proud of you, Nico, and so is your father. You and Journey were made for each other. Now, go get your wife and get out of here, okay?”
“Thanks, Mamma, for everything, even if it did cost me a lot of money. I know the reason behind it.” I kiss her cheek again. She does the same to me, and then I’m on a mission, one that involves taking my wife out of here, back to our house for the night until tomorrow morning, when it’ll be nothing but Journey in a bathing suit in Cabo San Lucas for the next two weeks.
Epilogue
JOURNEY
Three MonthsLater
My hands areabove my head, looped in the soft velvet that Nico has secured to the bed frame. I’m watching his body move, slick with sweat, maintaining his slow torturous speed as he tunnels in and out of my wet heat. He has already given me an orgasm with his mouth, in one of his moods where he’s insatiable. Me coming once wasn’t an option tonight. That could be because before we made it to the bed, he saw the proof of what’s now the size of a watermelon seed inside me.
“Oh God, more,” I moan on one deep powerful thrust of his hips. The only reason he’s giving it to me this hard is because after I showed him the proof that in less than nine months, we’d be parents, Nico immediately called the family doctor he keeps on speed dial. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything to hear him talk about our sex life to someone I know I’ll have to face again. It was hard to give him an earful when all he felt was relief. Letting it slide was the right thing to do. That whole “Pick your battles” concept is real, especially in marriage.
“Fuck, yeah. One more, then I’ll come inside you, vita mia,” Nico groans. His big hands are on my hips, pinning them down so I’m completely at his mercy. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to wring orgasm number three out of me, but here he is, rocking my world in more ways than one. Marriage, a baby on the way, the completeness in which he takes care of me in every way possible. I hit the jackpot when Nico and I found one another, no longer the pesky little sister to his best friend, when he never saw me in the way he does now. In fact, the second Wylder left for college, that was also the last time I saw Nico, unless my brother came home. It was sheer happenstance that we reconnected after being apart for so long.
“It’s not like you can get me pregnant.” The smart aleck in me comes out, causing him to stop moving his body. I see the smile on his face those words caused.
“Because I already did.” He drops to his elbows, tongue sliding around my nipple, not giving me what I want while working his hips slower than ever, still building my orgasm like only he can.
“Please,” I beg, begging for him to move faster, to wrap his mouth around my nipple and pull it deeper into his mouth before nipping it with his teeth. The bite of pain would be all it takes for my pussy to clamp down on his length, holding it tight as he keeps going, dragging my orgasm out until Nico finds his.
“You need to come, vita mia?” he questions, eyes searching mine. He must see the desire written in them, because his usually dark eyes grow even darker, loving how he can tease me, and I’ll just keep doing whatever he says in bed.
“Yes, quit killing me.” I’m dramatic. The best part of this orgasm he’s working over me won’t be just for me; it’ll be for me to watch his body stiffen, neck bowed back, corded neck muscles tight, hands tightening their hold. It’s the only time he loses control, and it’s a beautiful thing.
Nico shocks me by pulling off my nipple with a pop and unlatching the Velcro around my wrists. My hands instantly go to his body, one on his bicep, the other to the side of his head. His hair is a little shaggier than normal, in need of a haircut, which works in my favor seeing how he likes me holding him. We don’t always have sex with my wrists above my head. Today, though, I think it was for Nico’s sake more than mine. He was worried he’d take me too hard, too deep, too fast. My legs wrap around his. With every thrust, I use my body to reach his cock, not wanting it to leave my center for a moment.
“Fuck, you gotta come, Journey, right now.” He moves so there’s enough room between our bodies for his callused thumb to slide along my clit, once, twice, three times. My eyes slam shut, body obeying what Nico demands, only opening them at the last minute to watch him come inside me. “Journey.” It’s a prayer coming from his lips, like a man drowning for his last sip of water after being stranded in a desert. And I watch until his body is replete from coming and his body draping over mine, lips seeking lips, still greedy for one another but in a different way.
“Nico,” I moan against his lips. My arms wrap around his waist, hands meeting at his back, not willing to let him go.
“Need to move. Can’t give you all my weight.” I mourn the loss with a huff of breath but do as he asks, my legs sliding down, hands moving away. “Not leaving, just resituating.”
“Good, because I’m not ready to leave the bed yet.” Which means Nico won’t, knowing I’ll get cold unless he piles on the blanket. Secretly, I’m hoping we have a little girl. Seeing my husband with a girl, wrapped around her little finger, it’d be amazing. Though a little boy who looks just like him with his good-natured personality, always taking care of his loved ones like his daddy does wouldn’t be so hard either.
“I think we should have one of each,” I say abruptly.
“One of each, what?” Nico asks. He’s not lying on me. He’s now on his back, and I’m wedged beside him, neither of us worrying about the wetness seeping from between my legs just yet.
“Children. I’m greedy, and if we have more than two, I’d be okay with that.” He grins at me, chest shaking, trying not to laugh at my antics.
“Two at least. And, Journey, I already know you’re greedy.” I arch my eyebrows, telling him to explain. “Orgasms, baby. My wife has a greedy pussy.” I face plant into his chest, both of us laughing at the truth and neither of us complaining about it either.
