“Yes! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!”
We kissed passionately as the minutes went by. We were totally oblivious to time. We only had time for each other.
We toasted. “Our last drink in the hot tub.”
“Why is that?” I playfully frowned.
“Because…pregnant women shouldn’t be drinking, or in hot tubs. And especially not drinking in hot tubs.”
“Yeah, silly, but I’m not pregnant.”
“You’re about to be.”
Dominic scooped me up and carried me from the hot tub. Our bodies dripping wet as he took us into the master bedroom.
It was well below zero outside, but soon we’d be calling housekeeping for a fan.
EPILOGUE
Dominic
One year later
The anticipation was killing me. I had barely slept on the plane ride over. Or should I say rides.
The whole way over to Italy all I could think about was her. How we had come so far, and how we were about to go even further today.
The entire flight I either looked at her or across her and out the window. Clouds and my angel. That’s all I saw for hours. What a perfect life.
And here I was, in Rome. I stood at the front of the church waiting her arrival. And then I saw her.
She was in a beautiful white dress. I don’t know much about dresses, but I know it looked amazing on her. Everything looks amazing on her. She can make my workout sweatpants and one of my old t-shirts look incredible on a lazy Sunday morning on the couch.
I was proud that her father was giving her away. He was a good man. We had already started bonding back home. He thought the idea of a small wedding in Italy was perfect. And afterwards we would all tour the city for a few days. Then we would have a honeymoon of our own. Wine tasting in the north for a few days and then Capri. What could be better?
We would have liked to stay longer, but wanted to get back home and get Cora settled in and relaxing before baby Sophia came.
I already had the best woman in the world by my side, and now I was about to have two girls to love. I was beyond excited at the idea of having a young Cora in the house. And when she got to be dating age, the boys better look out. I wasn’t only possessive about my Cora. I was possessive and protective about both of the girls in my life. Little Sophia was already a world traveler and she wasn’t even born yet.
We said our vows that we had written for each other. When we were finished I wanted to take her right then and there. Kiss her like the wild animal that I was, but out of respect for everyone, and the church, I found a way to control myself. But tonight…there would be no control. Only unbridled passion running free and wild.
“I told you I was going to make you mine,” I said as we walked down the aisle for the first time as husband and wife.
“Yes you did. And you did.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Complete. Whole. Loved.”
“So you’re saying I have your heart?” I winked.
“You always did.” she smiled.
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the history of the universe. And now I’m going to do everything to show you how you’ve made me feel. And to make you the happiest woman that ever set face on this beautiful earth.”
She squeezed my hand tight. “You already have.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
The End
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EXCERPT: BAMBINO
CHAPTER 1
Vince
It had been one hell of a night. I pulled off my helmet as I shoved open the door to an all-night gas station just off the interstate. Grab an energy drink and top up my tank. I’m in and out of here in under three minutes tops.
And that’s when I see her. She’s fucking stunning.
I notice her instantly. She’s just my type.
I was focused on getting from point A to point B before sunrise, but after seeing that gorgeous body, the fucking delivery can wait. She’s all that’s on my mind now.
More dangerous curves than a mountain pass on my Ducati Superbike. Thick thighs and an even thicker ass. I know she can handle a punishing fuck.
She’s wiping down the counter. I’m waiting for her to look up at me as I make my way up the aisle to pay. She’s whistling and wiping. Doing everything but noticing me. That never happens with girls and it’s pissing me the fuck off.
Her beautiful brown eyes finally look up. She sees I’m focused on nothing else but her. She looks away as she blushes. I smirk. She’s damn cute. Her innocent little look is doing it for me.
I feel the blood rushing to my cock. Damn, I can barely walk straight.
Her nametag says Kate. She sure looks like a good girl. I don’t think it’s an act. This could be a problem. Or maybe it could add to the fun.
Girls are always trying to act like little miss sweet innocent and pure around me. It’s just an act. I know what they want. They want to get fucked hard by a six foot five bad boy covered in tattoos who reeks of confidence and pussy. They’re texting their friends before I even have my pants back on.
But there’s no way there’s reception up in these parts of the hills. And there’s no way she has any idea who I am and what I do. Good.
“Morning,” she says with a smile. Her ponytail bounces as she says it. Her dark hair is well down her back. I can see the side of her neck. Damn, I’m ready to dive right in.
Her tits are epic are spilling out of her tank top. Damn, V. Keep it together. I set the energy drink on the counter.
“Anything else?” she says.
Fuck yeah, I want something else. Ever last inch of my cock inside you.
“Four gallons.”
“I saw you when you pulled up. Beautiful.”
I can see her staring at me. She’s either in a trance like most girls, or she’s sizing me up, like the rest of them do. There are no cracks in this armor, sweetheart. She knows it. My confidence doesn’t break, and if she tries the most she can hope for is to get bent. Over. And punished.
“The bike. It’s beautiful. I’ve never see you, I mean seen it, around here before.”
What the fuck? She’s flirting with me. Loose lips sink ships, honey, and your pouty lips are about to be wrapped around my dick if you keep this up. I can feel the energy between us. And I want to feel my cock inside her. Now.
I see the sparkle in her eye. I’ve seen it more times than I can remember, but this is different. She’s different. She’s not like the girls I usually meet. I have to know more about her.
My phone vibrates in my backpack. Fuck! There is reception up here. It’s Uncle Tony. I’ve got to take this. I put the money on the counter and grab the drink. I keep my eyes on her and turn to leave.
I can see her reflection in the glass door as I push it open. She’s hurt. The smile’s gone from her face. I leave her feeling empty and rejected. I want to leave her feeling full of my cock and spent, but not tonight. I’ve got work to do.
Family business. And family comes first.
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