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Braiden.
The fact that my fifteen-year-old son pays zero attention to my ten-year-old goddaughter doesn’t sway her in the least. She enjoys watching him and periodically throws questions his way, which he ignores.
In fact, he acts as if the kid doesn’t exist whenever they’re alone, and while it’s painful to see her hurt over his behavior every single time, it might be better in the long run.
Although I seem to be the only one concerned with this crush of hers. They all think it will pass, but isn’t she living and breathing proof that some crushes just never go away? “Why is your bag so heavy?”
She taps on her notebook, flipping it open. “I’m designing new jewelry. See.” She points with her paint-smeared fingers to a specific pretty drawing. “Grandpa told me that it rocks, and I can have my own collection one day if I work hard enough.”
“You sure will, kid.”
“I want to be a famous designer. It’ll be an achievement.” She blows me a kiss. “I gotta go!” She runs back to her bag and grabs it, resuming her walk to the alcoves.
I guess being determined and striving for success and recognition is in her blood, although she’s already accomplished a lot by being the first girl born in her father’s dynasty.
All thoughts fly from my mind, though, when my gaze settles on a dark-haired beauty wearing a long gray dress, lifting her face to the sun as a smile graces her plump lips. Her skin practically glows.
Every possessive instinct inside me awakens, need shooting through my system.
My wife. Mine. The love of my life.
Reaching her in three long strides, I spin her around and her surprised gasp turns into a moan when my mouth lands on her. I lock us in a deep kiss while my arm traps her in my embrace, her curves molding against my chest as her familiar scent twitches my nose and sends lust flaring through my system. Everything in me screams to take my woman upstairs and stake my claim on her again.
The years only intensified my need for my wife, and any separation from her is unbearable.
She moans, her hands circling my neck, and she lifts on her tiptoes, her tongue entwining with mine while the kiss becomes more passionate and indecent. I wonder if I can steal her away and fuck her on the nearest flat surface while her whimpers echo in my ears.
She tears her lips away, though, gulping for breath, and chuckles when melodic laughter rings in the air, reminding me children surround us during broad daylight. “We can’t be as reckless as we used to be, darling,” she whispers, and I steal another kiss, earning myself one more moan. “Octavius!”
“I’ve missed you.”
Her gaze softens. “Me too. Save that thought for tonight.” A mischievous grin curves her mouth. “I might have a surprise for you.” My growl lets her know that her husky voice along with the idea floating in my head after her words do little to help me with my desire. “Patience, darling, patience.”
“The night will be long, kitten.”
“I’m counting on it.” Her face grows serious, her fingers gently rubbing my neck, and she swallows hard before asking, “How was everything?”
Ah, my gentle kitten. She never asks for details, but I don’t hide anything from her. Yet I never feel her judging me for it, and she always welcomes me with warmth and love.
Something I starved for my whole life and only found with her.
I remove the stray lock of hair from her face. “It’s good. We’re all safe.” She nods because her main concern is that my deeds do not harm our family in any way. I’d sooner die before I allow that to happen. “How was your visit to Houston?”
After Diego’s engagement, their grandparents flew here right away to meet their granddaughter and new grandson, as they called me. They showered us with love and affection, crying most of the time, and spoiled Braiden rotten. They were overjoyed to find us and made us promise to visit them often and remember that we have our own family now as well, which was…a nice thing to have, to be honest.
We met the rest of the family during Diego’s wedding, and I still find that event the most hilarious thing I’d ever attended. Diego always flips me the finger whenever I remind him of that.
How can you not, though, with all the drama of that day?
So we travel to Houston once a month, and the kids sometimes stay there during the holidays while Diego visits us as well. Surprisingly, he’s a good uncle, even if he still has issues showing affection.
She rolls her eyes. “It was good. Diego panicked. As always.” Yeah, he doesn’t handle his wife’s pregnancies well. Not that I blame him. “I’m happy for him, though.”
Our heads swing to the alcoves when Gloria exclaims, “Braiden,” only to erupt in laughter when he lifts her and throws her in the air, catching her. She hugs him and sits down while the rest of the girls jump on him, kissing him on the cheek, and he just shakes his head.
“Do you have any regrets?” I ask my wife, and surprise flickers in her gray orbs. “About our marriage?”
