Christmas with the Beast (The Fiore Family Book 1)
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“Silly man. One day you’ll get tired of me.”
“Never.”
“So since we had a fabulous dinner last night, what are we going to do for food for lunch?” Soren asks. “I’m still hungry.” He’s quite slender in comparison to Franco, but you can tell he has a lot of muscles. Like he works hard all day and doesn’t replace those calories, which is crazy because he loves pasta like the rest of this family. After our long talk, I’ve learned that Soren took over for his father, managing to expand the vineyard with the help of Franco and Fabio.
“We have some turkey leftovers for sandwiches or I can cook some of the Tag…” Franco’s hand slaps over my mouth, stopping me from finishing my sentence. Everyone starts laughing as I yank his hand away, shaking my head at the silly man.
“Don’t be cruel. You can share,” I say.
“Not that. It’s for me.” Damn, his pout is adorable.
“Hey, I’m letting you keep my best chef. I think that constitutes a meal,” Fabio says.
“Fine. I suppose it’s a fair trade.”
“Besides, I’ll be able to make that and much more.” I wink and kiss his cheek. He growls and bends me over to kiss me hard and fast.
Anabelle brings out her camera and takes a bunch of pictures, getting one of us kissing which I’m sure is going to be a regular thing.
“Take a picture with me by the tree,” I tell Franco.
“Anything for you, Tesoro.” He kisses my lips again and we head over to the tree. Franco takes the side that hides the majority of his scars while holding me tightly.
“We should make this a tradition with our babies. Every year photos in front of the tree.”
“Sounds wonderful my love.”
The day goes perfectly as we celebrate with his family. I make lunch and before the sun sets, everyone parts ways. I say goodbye to my sister after we chat about wedding plans. I have a feeling that I’m not the only one who will be tied down soon. Anabelle rides back with Fabio and I didn’t miss the stolen looks throughout the visit. I don’t know if they’re going to act on it, but I’d love to see both of them happy.
Epilogue
Franco
Next Christmas Eve
“Come for me,” I demand, holding and tugging on Isabelle’s hair as I fuck her from behind.
“I need more. Fuck me hard, Franco.” Her mouth gets filthy when she’s about to come, and I feed on that lust roaring through her tiny frame.
“You’ll take what I give you,” I growl next to her ear. Her pussy grips my cock tighter, wrapping her warmth like a death grip around it because she likes when I control her orgasms, and I do—every single one.
“Franco, please.”
I reach around and slip my hand over her mound, my thumb strumming her clit while I pick up my pace, driving every inch deep within her. “Is that what you want?” My other hand moves from her hair to her throat, feeling her breathing quicken, and then I give the gentlest squeeze. “Answer me, wife.”
“Yes,” she hums as her walls tighten and flex.
I spank her pussy as she creams for me before I fill her up with my load. I want to flood our house with little ones.
“I love you, Isabelle.” Pulling out of her warmth, I help her adjust her clothes into the right place.
“I love you too, but I’m grateful that our guests haven’t arrived yet.” She sighs, pressing her hand to my chest as she plants a kiss on my lips.
The gate bell goes off. “Oops. I’ll keep our guests distracted.” I reach for my phone and buzz them through the gate.
“I have to wash up and check on the baby.” She kisses my lips and then takes off through the back steps. I tuck myself away and wash my hands before getting the door. I’d hire more help for the house, but then I couldn’t fuck my wife wherever and whenever I felt like.
As soon as I managed to get the door, my family’s grinning from ear to ear, knowing damn well what we were up to. “Damn, I told you we should have waited another ten minutes.”
“Shut up, Soren. Come on in and stop letting my heat out,” I snarl. We have the fireplace roaring, even though we have central air. It’s freezing this year, but it is upstate New York, so it’s nothing unexpected. We’re expecting a huge snowfall to begin in the next half an hour, so it’s going to be a very white Christmas.
“Get your big ass out of the way,” he grumbles.
“Hey, where’s Mia?”
“She’s going to visit a friend for Christmas Eve. She should be here tomorrow.”
“A friend?”
“Not that kind of friend. I think she’s feeling a little out of place these days.”
“True, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to give her hell tomorrow.”
“We all will. So where is my dear daughter-in-law?” my mother asks as she takes off her coat and hat, hanging them on the rack next to the door. The rest of the family does the same, one after the other.
“She’s with the baby right now,” I explain after giving Zia Lucia a hug.
“Yay. Take these. I have to go see my grandbaby.” She tosses a stack of presents into my arms, marching through my house with her heels clacking along the hardwood floors. The snow hasn’t begun, but the driveway has been cleared and heated to prevent slipping. It’s one of the joys of being wealthy. I take my family’s safety seriously and have added more cameras just in case someone tries to sneak in. It’s never happened, but you can never be too careful when it comes to the most important people in your life.
“Give me my baby boy,” my mother calls out.
“Here you go.” She snatches up our son and I go to my wife, needing to taste those lips again. I’ll never make up for the lost time. Isabelle wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her face against my arm.
“You have that look again.”
“What look?” I ask, staring down at my whole world.
“Regret.” Damn, she’s getting better at reading me. “We can’t change the past, but we can sure as hell enjoy the future.”
“You have that right. I’m looking forward to my future tonight in bed.”
“That’s more like it. I’ll bring the dessert.” She winks and sneakily pats my growing length before walking away.
Soren comes up to me. “Lucky bastard.”
“Damn right,” I say with a grin, loving my life.
I want to ask him about his life and if there’s anyone special, but Fabio calls out for Soren to help him with something from his car.
I stand alone in the corner of the room and stare at my wife until she drifts toward the kitchen and then look for my son, who is currently with my father. Smiling, I feel the wealth of love in this home.
“No more looking back,” I whisper to myself and join my family as they start taking pictures.
Isabelle
Christmas Day
Ten years together, and my heart still skips a beat every time he comes into the room. I watch him push through the kitchen door, eyes finding me instantly. “Merry Christmas, my darling wife.”
“Merry Christmas. Have our guests arrived?”
“Not yet. I came in to check on you.”
I smile up at him from my prep station. “And the kids?”
“Grace and Hope are reading Rita that Christmas book they picked up at Barnes and Noble last week.” Our six-year-old twin girls are always trying to show they’re grown up. It’s too adorable.
“Oh goodness. She’s so wonderful with them. Did you get some pictures?”
“Of course I did. I’m a smart man,” he says a little too quickly.
I roll my eyes at him. “You didn’t.”
“I remembered to do it as I walked out of the playroom.”
“So what brings you to me?” He’s never in the kitchen unless he wants to actually eat whether it’s food or me is always up for debate.
“I came to be of service, Chef Fiore.”
“Well, get to chopping, Mr. Fiore.”
“Chopping…
I thought maybe I could help in another way.” He strolls up behind me, cock digging into my backside.
“We don’t have much time, my dear apprentice.” I tap his nose with my finger.
“We have twenty minutes, to be exact. I put a timer on my phone. The other two kids are with my parents and will be here soon. Besides, I only want dessert.” His hand slides down the front of my holiday dress.
“You liar,” I moan when he cups my sex. My panties are drenched, and he rubs them against my tender slit. No matter how many babies we have, I get so damn aroused when pregnant. He’s not aware of it yet, but he will be.
“You’re the little liar. You might say you don’t want to fuck, but I feel your heat rising off your skin, your scent mixing with the vanilla wash.” His movements are slow and deliberate, and after ten years expert.
“Fuck, Franco, I’m so close already.”
I moan when I feel the tip of his cock replace his fingers. “That’s because baby number five is in there.”
“How did you figure it out?”
“I can feel it,” he growls, biting on my shoulder as he dives forward. With my hands pressed firmly on the sink, I throw my head back, resting it on his chest. He pumps in and out of me lazily at first, speeding up as the minutes tick down. Franco grabs my breasts, kneading them, plucking on my overly sensitive nipples and I cry out, but he’s quick and places his hand over my mouth, muffling my orgasmic shout; his own orgasm is muted by my shoulder.
“I love when you do that,” I moan, rolling my head forward.
“Me too. Although I love it when I can hear you come loudly.” His body relaxes over mine. We stay like that for a minute before he pulls out. He fixes my panties, making sure to press his seed back inside as if I’m not already pregnant. “How are you feeling?”
“Great. How are you?”
He spins me around in his strong arms, staring at me with the faintest wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from smiling so much. His mouth caresses mine before he answers. “I’m the happiest man alive. You know this is my favorite holiday and you’re still my best present that I love to unwrap.”
“Good. Then you’ll really enjoy opening up your gift tonight.”
“How do you do that to me? I’ve just spent a morning’s worth of cum, and then you utter a few words and I’m stiffer than steel.”
“Your guess is as good as mine, but I hope it never changes.” The sound of the gate goes off.
“Papa, why are you buzzing for Dad? We have the code.”
“They might be busy.”
“All the reason to just enter it. Oh no. You mean they…are kissing again.”
We listen to them and breathe a sigh of relief that he still doesn’t understand the birds and bees yet. Then again, he’s only nine. In a couple of years, he’s really going to get an education if he doesn’t learn to leave well enough alone.
“We’re coming.”
“Make sure you wash your hands first,” our son Maximo says. “Dad likes to touch mommy’s butt. I don’t know why, other than it’s like a squishy pillow.”
“One day, my boy. One day,” my father-in-law tells him, and I turn tomato red. We have four kids and another little one on the way, so my pillows have gotten a little fuller. Not much because I’m still slender, but not like I was when I met Franco.
“I love all of your pillows.” Franco squeezes my breasts for good measure.
“I like them too. Especially when you have your hands and mouth on them.” I wink and then head upstairs to clean myself up while Franco goes to the door with a grin on his face. Franco’s not the least bit embarrassed. I shake my head as he disappears from my sight. I hope that one day my kids find someone who loves them as their father loves me.
THE END
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