Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“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 Months Later
My hands are above 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.