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His words make me smile, my heart thumping as the silence stretches between us. Movement flutters in my belly and I smile, quickly grabbing Remy’s hand to place it on my belly. “They’re moving.”
I hear Remy’s breath hitch, his palm spreading wide over my stomach. After a particularly strong kick he chuckles, shaking the bed with it. “Saranno forti come la loro madre.”They will be as strong as their mother.
Once they’ve settled again, my fingers trail up his arm, brushing over his lips. “I want you. Ineedyou.” Palming his face, I bring our foreheads together and close my eyes. I don’t want to talk about Viva. I don’t want to think about anything right now.I just want Remy.“I need you.”
My palm finds the beat of his heart, his lips finding mine in the next breath. Hand rising between us, he uses his fingers to brush the hair from my face, running his thumb along my cheek and jaw. Shifting, kisses are pressed along my neck and back to my lips. His grip tightens as he tugs me closer, my chest pressed against his as holds me close.
My fingers push into Remy’s skin, running along the hard ridges of his chest and stomach, rreveling in the feel of him under my hands. His lips separate from mine for only a second, as he adjusts us, lifting up onto his forearm so he hovers above me. His hand grips my thigh, fingers kneading the flesh as he holds me to him with as much manic need as I’m feeling. With frantic movements, my shirt is stripped, lost in the sheets before I’m lifted, my naked body sat in Remy’s lap as he grabs my legs, wrapping them around his back.
His erection juts between us, hard inside of his sweats, and I grind against it, my belly rubbing against his. My head falls back as his hands grip my hips, rubbing a wet spot to stain the front of his joggers while his lips taste the arch of my neck, my hair tickling along the bottom of my spine. His tongue finds my collarbone, and I sit up, hand reaching between us to slide my fingers under his waistband, stroking the length of him as I tug his dick free from it’s confines. Rough palms pinch into my sides as he lifts me, teeth scraping along my jaw as is thick cock slips inside of my wet pussy, my knees squeezing his sides as I bottom out on him.
It’s beensofucking long since I had this kind of intimacy, felt this kind of sweet affection, and our frantic movements pause for just a moment, both of us savoring the feel of one another. One of Remy’s hands wraps around my hair, cradling the back of my head as he pulls my forehead to his, sharing my breath as he holds me close. Unable to stay still any longer, I start to shift my hips, clit grinding against his hard belly with each slow pivot.
I get lost in him, my skin heated as we become a tangle of legs, arms, and hands, both of us using each other as a balm for our burned hearts. My fingers dig into the damp skin of his shoulders, run through the soft hair at his nape as he devours every inch of skin his lips can reach. His hands have taken over my hips, building our rhythm into a faster pace that has me openly moaning, my gut heating with my climax.
Remy claims my lips with his, swallowing down my sounds as I come unglued in his lap, the hot spurt of his own release pushing me into a blinding orgasm. My forehead falls to his shoulder as I catch my breath, his palms running the length of my sides as he kisses my neck and shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into my skin that I can’t quite hear, but canfeelwrap around my heart.
He lifts me up, shifting just enough to pull from me and tuck himself back in his sweats before he rolls backward with me. Tucking me against his chest, he tugs the sheet over my legs, placing a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll figure it out,cuore mio.”
I don’t answer with words, instead, I place a kiss over his heart and press my face into his warm skin. My heart is flickering with a soft glow that it hasn’t felt in such a long time, and I know he’s right.We will figure it out. Closing my eyes, I let the jagged tune of his ragged breaths lull me to sleep.
Epilogue
“If this is a joke, Beverly Marie, I will kill you.” Delaney yells from across the room, and I roll my eyes, pulling on a plain white sundress.
“My middle name is Hunter, not Marie.” Grabbing a scrunchie off of the shelf, I throw my hair up into a messy bun before coming out of the closet. We didn’t get to celebrate Delaney’s birthday while she was away for her equestrian tournaments, so Remy hired a circus to have a late party. “And it’s no joke.”
Squealing, she launches toward me to squeeze me in an obnoxious hug. “When is the party?” Pulling back, she gives me a wide smile. “And I know what your middle name is. Hunter is an awful name, so I changed it to Marie.”
“You can’t just change my middle name. I like my middle name. But they should be here Friday.” I notice my sonogram gripped in her fist and reach for it. “Hey, don’t steal that. I only have one copy left.”
Giving me a look, she sets it on the bed before bouncing toward the door. “I wasn’t stealing it, I was just looking at it. Next time, get more copies.”
I shake my head, running my fingers along the fabric of my skirt as we walk down the hall. “Maybe you can convince Andrea to give you his.” She chuckles, the sound light and airy as it bounces down the hallway.
She catches my eye, whispering very loudly, “I think he’s more excited than I am, but don’t tell him I said that.”
I’m not sure why she’s whispering, but it compels me to whisper with her. “Why does it matter if he knows that?”
She’s leaning toward me, our faces huddled together as we stand in front of the sliding doors. “I don’t know.”
I laugh, but it’s abruptly ended when Donatello sneaks up next to me, startling us.
“What are you guys whispering about?”
“Donatello, what have I told you about sneaking around? You scared the hell out of me.” I frown over at him, but not as harshly as Laney is. Her scowl could strip paint from the wall; but Donatello doesn’t even notice because he’s avoiding looking at her.Awkward. “Laney, you want to go outside? Gretchen already brought out a bunch of snacks.”
Bringing her attention back to me, she smiles and pushes the door open.
“Yes. I’m sure you’re starving now that you’re eating for three.” She comments, slapping the door shut in Donatello’s face.
“Why are you mad at Donatello? You practically skinned his nose with the door.” Grabbing a lawn chair from my the patio, I pull it further into the yard and sit down. People should be coming over soon, and I want to make sure I get a good seat. Not that it really matters, I’m sure Remy would kick someone out of one for me if I requested.
Delaney rolls her eyes at my question before plopping into a chair next to mine. “Because he’s an ass.”
“Oh.” I don’t comment further, leaning my face back into the sun to bask in its warmth. It’s the first warm sunny day we’ve had all spring, and I plan on taking full advantage of it—hence the sundress. My chair rocks slightly as Dylan squishes his big body under my chair, the feel of a pair of large, calloused palms running over my shoulders making me smile as Remy wraps me in a hug from behind.
My eyes open at the soft press of Remy’s lips on my neck, as he crouches behind my chair. “Dylan stole a package of hotdogs from Gretchen, and now he’s hiding from her wrath.”
