by Vera Roberts
His lips moved down to her neck and Faith naturally parted her thighs for easier access. This was home. He was home. Being with her husband, her partner, the love of her life, her everything. She knew it was going to be a long road ahead of them. A lot of prayer and a lot of therapy. It was going to be a while before she would be able to fully trust him again.
They would fight more as they worked on their issues. It was going to be tense as she would try to forgive the past and focus on the future. It was a risk Faith was willing to take. She couldn’t give up on her marriage until she knew for sure there was nothing else left to fight for.
His hands wandered all over her body, landing at her breasts. He softly squeezed them through the soft fabric of her dress, eager to taste them once again. Eli’s lips became more demanding, swallowing her lips with a fervent hunger and making her moan louder, crying for a release.
Faith felt Eli’s hands travel down the soft curvature of her breasts to what he really wanted, her sex. He lifted up the dress and found her damp panties, soaked with desire and need. He slid a finger inside her panties and Eli almost lost control. She was completely bare and smooth. He forgot how innocent she felt. How tender she was. When he slid a finger inside her heat, she immediately clenched around him. He totally forgot how tight she was.
He circled her clit with a thumb while he continued to assault her neck with his tongue. “Anima mia…” he purred. “….you want me to come home? You want Daddy to come home?”
Faith’s thighs squeezed around Eli’s hand but he forced them back open. She leaned back on the bench, her head and shoulders on the bed, while her ass was barely hanging on. The brief scent of his woodsy cologne, his mouth once again devouring hers with feral kisses and his fingers working their way inside her heat was making her delirious. “Stop… stop talking,” she moaned.
Eli’s thumb kept working Faith’s clit as his fingers coaxed their way in and out of her heat, causing Faith to move in the same motion. “That’s it, baby girl…” Eli purred in her mouth, ignoring her like he always did. “…ride my fingers…”
“Eli…” Faith’s breath came out in jagged spurts, her body rolling uncontrollably as she wanted to reach her orgasm. “Don’t deny me this.”
“I won’t deny you anything else for as long as you live.” He kissed her neck, setting her body ablaze. “Anything you want, baby girl.”
“I want you in me,” she begged, “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“You didn’t have to ask, baby girl,” Eli unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles. He then mounted his wife, sharply entering her. “Io ti appartengo e tu mi appartieni,” he moaned in Faith’s ear as he moved inside her.
“Ooh…” Faith held onto Eli’s back. “…stop talking.”
Eli wrapped his wife’s legs around his waist and moved faster inside her. “Do I own this pussy? Say it.”
“You own it…” she moaned.
“Say it again, baby girl,” he moaned, “say it again.”
“You own this pussy,” she cried out.
“That’s right,” he pistoned in and out of her tight core, “I own this. Forever?”
Faith felt her legs shake and her mouth began to make the familiar whimpers and cries Eli had become accustomed to, signaling to him she was near climaxing. She clenched around him tighter, milking him as her body prepared for the orgasm.
She finally came, her back briefly arched off the bed before falling limp. Eli finished soon behind her, spilling himself inside her tight channel and collapsing on top of her.
Faith wrapped her arms around her husband’s back while her legs cradled his. “Forever.” She whispered.
Later that night, Eli slept with Faith in their master bedroom.
Epilogue
Four years later…
Three-year-old Elena Harris sat in front of the TV, playing with her dolls. She was a curly-haired, fair-skinned biracial child, who favored her mother’s light skin but had her father’s hazel eyes. She was a precocious child, always asking questions and getting into things. She briefly looked up and watched a few seconds of Madre’s. She pointed at the TV and smiled when Eli appeared. “Daddy!” She turned to her mother.
“That’s right,” Simone got up from the kitchen table and joined her daughter on the living room floor. “That’s Daddy.”
“Am I going to see Daddy again, Mommy?” Elena asked.
“Hmm…” Simone rocked back and forth on the floor. “…well, that depends. Do you want to see Daddy?” Elena quickly nodded. “Well, how about this? We’ll see if Daddy wants to come here and maybe bring your brothers? You like that idea?”
“Could we go there?” Elena pointed to the screen.
“Well, we could,” Simone thought about the firestorm awaiting her if she showed up with Elena at Madre’s after all this time. Not only would Eli’s reputation be ruined but so would hers. She’d spent the past several years rebuilding and rebranding SHE, making her the leading event-planning in all of Houston and commanding a six-figure income. Eli and Nicola were not going to take that away from her. “But I think it’ll be better if Daddy came here.”
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“And this is where the magic happens,” Eli introduced the warehouse to the cameras, “this is where we create all of the designs right here. As you can see, it’s pretty big, about twenty thousand square feet. We have anywhere between two to three hundred events every month. From weddings to anniversary celebrations to corporate gatherings to television network parties, we do it all right here.”
“And cut!” The director yelled. “That’s good. We need to get some shots of you working with another client. Do you think we can get a frazzled one coming in today?”
“Today?” Joey smirked. “Try any hour.”
The reputation of Madre’s grew so large the family snagged their own reality show, aptly titled, Madre’s. The show was proven to be a runaway success, with many female viewers tuning in to see the hottest brother duo on television. Joey and Eli had earned at least two magazine covers so far with many more pending. The TV show also brought more attention to the other brothers, boosting Kieran’s and Tiana’s clothing line and raising Nick’s profile at the university. Tony parlayed his brother’s popularity into expanding his barber shop into two stores.
“Can we shoot tomorrow?” Eli glanced down at his watch. “I need to pick up the little men from school and day care.”
“Yeah and I need to go home to my girl.” Joey added. “She gets feisty when I don’t come home with food.”
“Well, she is pregnant.” Eli smiled.
“And she will not let me forget it.” Joey said, exasperated.
“Yeah, yeah, not a problem.” The director signaled to his crew to wrap up filming for the day. “We’ll pick up where we left off. Take care, Eli.”
“See y’all tomorrow.” He left the store. He got into his truck and made the daily excursion to pick up Nathan from elementary school and Eli, Jr., from day care. On the way home, he always asked Nathan how his day was and what he had learned in school before they went home and he started on his homework.
“And there are my boys,” Faith greeted her sons as they rushed to her. She kissed her husband hello. “How was the shoot today, honey?”
“No drama today,” Eli shrugged, “but whatever didn’t happen today will be made up for tomorrow.”
“As always,” Faith smiled.
“As always.” Eli smiled back. “Is the princess asleep?”
“Finally.” Faith yawned. “It was a loooooong day for the both of us.”
“I’ll take over, baby girl,” Eli headed towards the nursery, “you relax now.”
Faith lay down on the couch. “I’m about to…”
Eli made a bee-line to the master bedroom and saw his three-month old daughter, Abriana, sleeping peacefully in her bassinet. He gently touched her head and smiled. “Hey, princess. Daddy’s home. I heard you kept Mommy awake all day. Well, it’s a good thin
g Mommy only works part-time now, huh? She doesn’t have to be in the shop as much anymore.” He then left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen, where his sons were already doing their homework.
“Baby girl, what do you want for dinner tonight?” Eli opened the refrigerator and perused it. “Baby girl? Faye?” He closed the door and walked into the living room. Faith was sleeping peacefully on the couch.
“Mom’s knocked out, Dad!” Nathan giggled along with Eli, Jr.
“Yeah, she’s had a rough day with your sister,” Eli got out a blanket and covered Faith with it. “Let’s have her rest. We got to put on our quiet voices now, okay?”
“Okay!” The boys whispered.
Eli kissed his wife’s forehead and stared at her for a brief moment before he started to make dinner for his family. Everything he had ever wanted was right before him. She was with him at his best and stuck by his side when he went through his worst. He knew where he wanted to be and had no desire to go anywhere else.
The End
Other titles by Vera Roberts:
Dear Diary
Discipline (Scott & Mariana)
Gettin' It
Hot Like Fire (Sweet and Clean Romance)
S&M III, Vol. II (Scott & Mariana)
S&M III, Vol. I (Scott & Mariana)
S&M II (Scott & Mariana)
S&M (Scott & Mariana)
The Train Ride (Free on Smashwords.com)
The Erotic Intoxication, Vol. I: Bad Girls
The Nanny (The D’Amato Brothers Series #1)
The Painter
Til Tomorrow
To Love and Obey (The D’Amato Brothers Series #2)
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Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Book II
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Book III
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Book IV
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
