by Blue Saffire
My relationship has improved with my mama as I have allowed her into my life more. After her revelation to Valentina I have made a conscious effort to try harder with her and things have been much better in our tumultuous relationship.
I have spoiled them both rotten so I am the one to blame but I would have it no other way. This is why on one of my club’s busiest nights I have closed the place down to give my wife the night of her dreams.
Rebecca had a hundred dozen blue and lavender roses brought into the club. In addition, white rose petals have been rigged up to the ceiling to drop on a timer. Throughout the night it will be like rose petals are raining from the ceiling. I have my mama to thank for suggesting I do something special for Valentina.
I have been distracted with news from Chicago. It seems that the Giordano’s are tired of being quiet. I have known it would only be a matter of time. The families didn’t back their demand for justice as they thought they would but that would only deter them for but so long.
What they don’t get and what some will never understand is that I have eyes and ears everywhere. There is nothing that stays hidden from me. I have known their every move since I have brought my wife back on US soil.
I blame my attention on those dead men for the fact that I have missed that something is off with Valentina. Although I noticed it right away once my mum made subtle mention of it. So tonight I intend to get to the bottom of what has my Bella Donna upset.
Just as she is coming down from bliss the car pulls up in front of the club. I pull my fingers from her body and pop them in my mouth licking my fingers clean before moving her knickers back into place and smoothing her dress down.
I place a kiss to her temple, and squeeze her breast one last time. “Are you ready,” I murmur against her damp skin.
“Just give me a sec,” she says breathlessly.
I lift her and place her back in her seat as I straighten my own clothing. I don’t take my eyes off her as she fidgets with her hair and smooths lip gloss across her lush lips. When she turns to me and gives me a broad smile I lean in to peck her jewel colored lips.
Valentina smiles and reaches to rub her gloss from my lips. Seeing that she is collected I tap the window to alert the driver that we are ready. The door opens and I step out before holding my hand out for Valentina’s. She steps out of the car looking like a goddess. I smirk when she looks at the club entrance and her brows furrow. There is usually a line wrapped around the block with patrons trying to get into the club.
I place a hand on the small of her back before she can voice the question in her eyes and lead her into the club. My focus is on her as we step inside and she takes in her surroundings. It is my job to keep her happy and I’m not pleased with myself for botching that job up. I watch her face as we enter the club. Her expression goes from confused, to stunned, to surprised finally settling on a beaming happiness that has been absent for a few weeks.
“Uri, it’s beautiful,” she gasps as she turns to me wrapping her arms around my neck. Rose petals are floating down around us making the moment one to truly remember.
“Happy anniversary, Love,” I murmur into her hair.
She pulls away and looks up at me. “I can’t believe you shut down your club for me. Isn’t this one of your busiest nights?”
“This is not important in comparison to you. I would stop the world from spinning to see a smile on your face,” I tell her as I run my thumb across her full bottom lip.
I am thrown when her eyes become sad. That is not the reaction I expected from my words. As soon as the sadness appears it disappears. I almost question whether I have seen it or not.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“Is everything alright, Love?” I ask wanting to finally get to the bottom of what is going on with her.
I know that her company is doing well and she is planning a show in London within a few months. She speaks to her father almost daily and there hasn’t been any strain there. Shannon and Luca are their own story altogether and I have asked Valentina to stay out of it for the time being.
She wasn’t too happy with that request but she seemed to have gotten over it. Her uncle Valentine called her once to have her advise on a family job but I happened to be in the room and I put a stop to that bullshit.
I informed Valentine that if he couldn’t find a replacement for Valentina then he could call me from now on. I will handle their family business along with mine, but my wife will not be taking another life if I can help it. She hasn’t had a nightmare in months.
So I have come to my own conclusion as to what is going on with her. She gives me a weak smile and kisses my lips. “Perfect Baby, this is amazing.”
I’m not buying it but I am not going to push right now. I kiss her forehead and lead her to the table set in the middle of the dance floor for a romantic dinner for two. I can feel that Valentina is retreating into her thoughts. I sigh to myself. Things had been so good for so long. I had thought we were in a place where she would always open up to me.
I will give her sometime tonight but not much. As soon as we are seated our server arrives and we start with the wine I had chosen for tonight. I watch her every move taking in what I have been overlooking the last few weeks. My little vixen is holding something back. Time is up bella mia.
~B~
I won’t look up at Uri, although I can feel his eyes on me. It is like he can see through me. I don’t want to bring this night down. I may have married him to avoid an arranged marriage to a prick but I have fallen in love with Uri harder than I thought I ever could.
I can feel that he loves me as well but I can’t help that I feel like this marriage isn’t what he really wants. I mean we have been married for a year and he still hasn’t bought me a ring. I mean he took care of everything for our wedding but not the rings.
Uri is so calculated and takes care of all the details so I have a hard time understanding why he overlooked that one detail. The day he gave me the custom made earrings in the gym I had thought a ring was in the box. I hadn’t meant for him to see my disappointment and I was so grateful Shannon and Luca showed up when they did. Uri can be relentless and he would have drilled me until I told him what he wanted to know.
Just like right now. I know he is not going to let this go. I made the mistake of letting my feelings show and now his eyes are all over me. He does know that it irks me every time he introduces me as his wife and some woman that is eye fucking him looks down to check his ring finger and mine. I have almost put a bullet between more than one woman’s eyes over this man. Eyes are always on him and him not having a wedding ring on his finger doesn’t say man in love to me.
I can’t even blame the women and even some men that can’t take their eyes off him. He looks amazing tonight, the grey suit fits him like a second skin and the blue tie is setting off his blue eyes under those thick dark blonde lashes. His crisp white shirt is only enhancing his tanned skin. This man should come with a caution sign. I wish I would have heeded the warning my heart tried to give me.
I can’t believe we have been married for a year. I have been happy for the most part of the year we have been together. It’s just…I goofed up and now I don’t know how he is going to react to it, which is the reason that the ring has become an issue for me. What if the ring is a sign that this is just not going to work out? I have now created a problem that can’t be easily fixed.
I blink to fight back the tears. For three weeks I have been avoiding him. It was easier when his mind was occupied by other things. Just my luck he started to notice something is wrong and has been watching me more closely since.
Now that this is a real reality I’m not sure if I’m ready to be a mother. When Uri speaks of our future he has never mentioned children, so I don’t know if this is something he wants. He always deflects the subject when his mother brings it up.
“Tina, what are you so deep in thought about?” My heart goes to mush hearing my childhood nickname coming fr
om his lips. After hearing my father and uncle call me the nickname a few times he started to use it too in our more tender moments.
I don’t know why but it does something to me to hear him call me that. Just one more reason I am so in love with him. I feel like the worst wife in the world. I should tell him what I suspect but I don’t have the strength to lose him. Uri has done something to me. The part of me that I knew was broken but never knew how to fix has been healed in his arms.
Uri makes it okay for me not to have to be the strong one and that is something that I have needed. I know that now but I didn’t before I met him. I should just tell him and let him take care of everything the way he always does, but what if this time he doesn’t want to fix it?
“Love, tell me,” he pushes.
I plaster on a smile and shake my head. “I just can’t believe we have been married for a year already. You are nothing like what I expected you to be,” I say teasingly hoping to deter him.
He cracks a small smile. “And what is it you expected?”
I shrug my shoulders. “For an old man you are more interesting than I thought for one,” I smile.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep hearty laugh. My heart leaps at the sound. “This is what goes on in that pretty head? You think I am old,” he lifts a brow and lets his eyes roam over my face and then my body with a heated stare. “I thought by now I have put this notion to bed. No? I guess I have some work to do.”
He smirks at me licking his lips. I look away and train my eyes on the soup that has been placed before me. This would lead me to my other issue. Uri is amazing in bed. He has done things to my body that make me weep in joy. He never disappoints but there is something I want from him and he hasn’t asked or tried since I told him of my aversion to being beneath a man.
Uri is not just any man. I trust him and I want to take this final step. I know I sound confused, trusting him on one hand, being reluctant on another. I blame my silly hormones for now. I’m surprised Donatella hasn’t figured it out by now. I have been a mess.
Uri calls my name sharply and this time there is a scowl on his face. “Explain this,” he says in Italian waving a hand at me.
“There is nothing to explain. Please Baby, we will talk but I just want to enjoy tonight,” I plead.
His eyes soften as the endearment flows from my lips. He looks at me for a beat longer and then nods and turns his attention to the soup before him. We make it through the first few entrees with light conversation. As the strawberry and chocolate dessert is placed in front of us Uri’s eyes move over my face.
I beam at him before devouring the treat. “Would you like some of mine,” he chuckles as I lick the remains of my finished dessert from my spoon.
I blush and place my fork down. “Everything was so delicious,” I say biting my lip.
“This pleases me. I want you to have nothing but the best,” his full lips tug into a smile beneath his trim beard.
“Why is that?” I ask because I can’t help myself.
He lifts a brow at me. “This is something you need to ask?”
“Yes, it is,” I say softly still not able to look him in the eyes.
I hear him growl and this time my eyes meet his. “Have I not shown you how much I love you?” He narrows his eyes at me as he watches my face. He stands not waiting for my answer.
I am stunned when he walks away from the table. I lift my napkin from my lap because I feel the stupid tears coming on. I haven’t cried in so long. I thought I was over all the tears. I am mid sniffle when Hoobastank’s, The Reason, filters through the sound system.
I pause as I remember Uri walking in on me singing this very song. I look around the club for where he has gone and suddenly the lights come up on the main stage. Standing in the center of the stage is Uri with his hands in his pockets as he stares straight at me.
I gasp not because of the sexy man standing on the stage but because of the décor of the stage around him. The stage looks just like the shoe store we met in in Chicago. When Uri sees the recognition in my eyes his lips lift into a smile and he lifts one hand holding it out for me.
I laugh slightly while standing on shaky legs and move toward him as my eyes scan over the amazing replication. When I get to the edge of the stage Uri squats to grab my waist and lifts me onto the stage. I look up into his blue eyes and they are sparkling at me.
He pulls me in close and places a soft kiss to my lips. “There is never a need to doubt me, Love. I breathe to love you,” he cups my face and I feel a cool metal that was never there before. I pull his hand away to look at it and find a wedding band on it. I gasp and look up at him. “You think a ring can justify or deny the way I feel for you? I know you very well my little one.”
My lips tremble but I don’t have an answer. Uri kneels before me and pulls a box from his suit jacket. “When you married me I gave you the best wedding I could on short notice but I knew it would not be our last. You deserve more.
“I could not find rings that felt right then but I have them now. So I will ask you today, Love. Will you marry me, Valentina? Will you become my wife in front of all of our family and those that love you almost as much as I do?” He’s holding up a sparkling diamond ring that is just breathtaking.
“Yes,” my voice comes out so small because I’m fighting to hold back the tears. I clear my throat and say it louder. “Yes.”
The smile that lights up Uri’s face is amazing. I have never seen him smile like this before. He lifts to his feet placing the ring on my finger before wrapping his arms around me. With his forearms resting under my butt he holds me against his chest. Giving me a gentle kiss on the lips he says against them, “Are we still questioning my love?”
I shake my head and move to tuck my face into his neck. I’m still not ready to give him the news about being a father. I want to enjoy this moment for now. I know my father and Donatella will be happy for a wedding. I just don’t want to burst this bubble right now.
As if reading my mind Uri moves his lips to my ear sending a shiver up my spine. “This will not happen again. Do not hold back from me. You will tell me what bothers you no matter what it is,” he commands before placing a kiss under my ear. “Understood?”
I simply nod into the croak of his neck. I yelp when he slaps my ass. I pull back to look him in the eyes. My lip is poked out as I glare at him.
“I want to hear you,” he says with a sexy growl that I feel in my belly.
“Yes, I understand,” I grumble. Than in Italian I add. “Watch the hands.”
He slaps my ass again and replies. “When we get home I plan to spank you while I fuck you into next week,” he chuckles.
“Promises, promises old man,” I tease back.
“I have your old man,” he growls as he pulls me against his erection.
I moan wrapping my legs around him and kiss his lips. “I’m ready to go home, Love,” I mock him.
Uri throws his head back. “You are getting better at that,” he says with a warm smile.
CHAPTER THRITY ONE
I lick my lips as Uri stands at the foot of the bed butt naked in all his fine ass glory. I may tease him about his age but he is fit and in better shape than most guys I know my own age. My eyes drop to his hard manhood and I can’t help but let my tongue peek out to wet my lips once more.
“See something you want?” he asks smugly.
“Not really,” I shrug and pull my fingernails up to my face to examine them.
A rumble sounds from deep within his chest and I look up just in time to see him move up the bed grabbing my ankles and dragging me half way down the bed to meet him. Uri hovers over me to peck my lips but pulls away quickly to move to my side out of habit.
I snake my hands under is arms and over his shoulders holding him in place. His eyes lock with mine and his brows lift. I bite my lip as I look up at him through my lashes. I want this. I want my husband in the one way I have never had him. I know I am ready. As he hovers abov
e me I only see him. I feel no panic.
“I want this,” I say in a whisper. “I’m ready. Please.”
Uri’s face softens and he cups my face leaning down to plant a soft lingering kiss on my lips. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, positive. I trust you, Baby, I love you,” I whimper as his member grazes my folds. I can feel him hard and heavy against me.
He moves down my body causing me to whimper again at the loss of his heat. He starts hot wet kisses over my breasts before drawing one into his mouth. He sucks hard before biting down causing me to lift off the bed. My nipples are super sensitive and the attention to them drives me insane. I am so wet for him I can hear my own juices between my thighs as I shift.
He moves to suck on the other breast before making his way to my belly button. My husband has a serious thing for my belly button. He spends way more time than I can handle running his tongue around the perimeter of my little indent.
When he starts to murmur his love for me against my flesh my mind goes to the little life that is growing within the very spot he is worshipping. Will he still love me once he finds out that I am carrying his child?
“Focus on me,” he growls. My eyes snap open and I lock eyes with him. His blue gaze is blazing back at me. I nod my head to let him know I am back with him.
Not taking his eyes off me Uri moves down between my thighs and takes his first long slow lick. I suck in a breath and fight to keep my eyes open. The heat in his eyes promises to light an all new fire within me as he devours my soaked flesh.
He groans his pleasure into me and I can feel that I am about to come. “Baby, I’m so close,” I cry out. I whimper in frustration when he pulls away. Like a big cat he climbs up my body. My clit is throbbing with need as my orgasm just hovers in the background.
Uri places his hands in mine and lifts them up over my head. With our fingers locked together and his heated eyes devouring mine he slides into me slowly. I can tell he is handling me with kid gloves to make sure I don’t freak out.
