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“Alessio,” I cry out as I shatter, my body shuddering as my orgasm washes over me, my pussy squeezing his cock as I come.
“Christ,” he growls. “Fuck, Gabriella, I’m going to come.” He thrusts into me once, twice, three times more before he grunts out his release. “Fuck, it’s good to have you back in my arms,” he growls as he breathes hard.
I drop my head onto his shoulder and breathe. That was amazing, something I hadn’t expected nor thought would ever be possible.
“Momma,” I hear Anthony call out.
I freeze at the sound of our son’s voice. I turn my wide eyes to Alessio, who looks like a deer caught in headlights.
“Fuck,” he snarls as he withdraws from my pussy. I wince but push through it and quickly climb off the counter and fix my dress.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” I say, unable to meet his gaze, because if I do, I know I’ll fold. I want Alessio. Hell, I crave him. Have done since the moment we met. But it’s different now. Anthony is the most important person in my life. His needs come first, and that means anything that Alessio and I had, is in the past.
“That’s not the only time that’s going to happen,” Alessio promises me. “I’m going to want a repeat of that, over and over again.”
I don’t argue with him, because truth be told, I am too. But it can’t happen, and I’m not in the mood to argue about it.
“Want to meet your son?” I ask cautiously.
He fixes his clothes and smiles at me. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
The heat of his stare on my back makes it difficult to move, but with Anthony calling me still, I don’t stop. The second I’m in the room, Anthony rushes over to me, his lips pressed into a pout as he shows me his bottle.
“Empty?” I ask.
He nods. “It’s gone,” he says. “Thirsty.”
I smile and take the bottle from his hands. “I’ll get you some more, darling. But first, there’s someone I want you to meet.” I lift him into my arms so he can look at Alessio properly. “Anthony, honey, this is your dad, Alessio.”
Anthony’s eyes widen, and he gives Alessio a toothy smile. “Dadda,” he cries, his arms outstretched, wanting his dad to take him. I fight back the sob as Alessio takes Anthony without hesitation and holds him close to him. His eyes close as he presses his lips against his head.
Emotions well up inside me as I watch this man—this deadly, scary, intimidating man—be so soft and gentle with our son. Iquickly mumble that I have to fill his bottle and move out of the room.
I should never have kept them apart. That wasn’t fair on Alessio, and it certainly wasn’t fair on Anthony. Neither of them deserved to be without the other. I’m just glad they’re together now. I messed up huge, and I need to ensure I do everything in my power to let them have a relationship.
Alessio’s cell rings, and I quickly fix Anthony’s bottle for him. My little man drinks water like we’re going through a drought. Once I have his bottle filled, I move back into the living room, where Alessio is currently sitting on the floor watching Anthony play.
“Here you go, honey,” I say as I hand him his bottle. I run my hand along his dark brown hair. He smiles up at me, and my heart melts.
“Thank you, Momma.”
I press a kiss against his cheek. “You’re welcome, honey. Did you show Daddy what you drew this morning?”
His eyes widen dramatically, and he runs out of the room, racing toward his bedroom. I can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“He’s amazing,” Alessio tells me.
I nod. “He really is. He reminds me a lot of you,” I say. “Other than looking like your clone, that is. He’s got your temperament and smile.”
Alessio gets to his feet and moves toward me. He runs his hand along my jaw. “You’ve done an amazing job, Gabriella. I can’t believe we have a son.”
I lean into his touch, craving his warmth. “Alessio,” I whisper. “I can never apologize enough.”
He shakes his head. “I get why you did it, Mama, I do, but I’m so fucking angry. Not only at you, but at myself.” He presses closer to me, his lips inches from mine. “We’ll get through this,Gabriella, and when we do, your ass is going to be in my bed forever.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “What?” I hiss. He can’t be serious. “We barely know each other.”
“Four years, Mama, that’s how long I’ve been searching for you. You think for one second that now I have you, you’re going to be going anywhere?” He raises a brow, daring me to argue. “Your sexy ass is going to be knocked up and in my bed.”
