I let my gaze wander up his body, taking all of him in, and in a moment of weakness, I let my cunt answer for me. “I’ll go to Miami to see your parents with you,” I said, almost choking on the words because I couldn’t believe I’d actually given in. The words were foreign on my tongue and tasted salty.
James looked so satisfied as he smiled down at me. “Thank you.”
“Don’t speak.” Normally, I’d be angry with myself, but I was so damned turned on that I didn’t even care anymore. I just wanted his cock, his hands, his mouth, and all of him on and in me. “Just fuck me before I change my mind.”
Thankfully, he listened. James climbed onto the bed, nestling between my legs before thrusting into me. I cried out as he pummeled me, slamming his body against mine. When the orgasm crashed over me, it didn’t feel like defeat—because it was the best damn orgasm of my life.
Izzy
“Mommy. Mommy,” Trace yelled, running through my parents’ house to leap into my arms.
I hugged him tightly as he wrapped his legs around my body and locked his arms around my neck, almost putting me in a choke hold. The little man had no idea how strong he was, just like his daddy. “I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?”
He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Nonna took us for ice cream.”
“Butter pecan?”
He looked me square in the face with his eyebrows turned inward and grimaced. “Mint chocolate chip. Pecan is gross, Ma.”
“Right.” I laughed. “Where are your brothers?”
“Outside playing with Gigi and Lily.” He untangled his body from mine and shimmied down to the ground. “I gotta go watch the Cubs with Grandpa.”
James walked in after finishing a phone call just as Trace ran back into the living room. “Where did he run off to?”
“Cubs are on.”
“Enough said,” James replied, kicking off his boots before we walked into the kitchen to greet my mother.
“Ah,” Ma said, holding out her arms to us like she hadn’t just seen us two days ago. “You two look well-rested.”
“I kept her in bed most of the weekend,” James said, moving in front of me to embrace her as she laughed. “Thank you for taking the kids off our hands for a few nights.”
She probably had no idea that he meant he’d kept me tied to the bed and not served breakfast in bed like a queen. But then again, knowing my mom, she probably suspected. “They were lovely. Soon they’ll be too old to hang out with Grandma.”
“They’ll always love you,” I reminded her. I remembered spending time with my grandparents, but as soon as I became a teenager, my weekends were spent with friends instead of them. I looked back on it now and regretted all the moments I missed.
Suzy strolled in from the living room and leaned against the counter next to me. “What can I help with? I can’t sit and watch baseball for another minute.”
“Are they losing?” I asked her.
“No, but bases are loaded, and the guys are stressing me out.”
James hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. “I’m going to go sit with the guys and bullshit.”
I patted his hand and leaned into his lips. “Have fun.”
As soon as he walked out of the room, Max, Angel, and Mia walked in, and we all started to get to work, but this week would be easier. Ma had already prepped the breaded chicken, and the pasta was lasagna. There would be no slaving over a hot stove this weekend.
“How about after dinner us girls go shopping?” Ma asked as she closed the oven door for the chicken and lasagna to cook.
“I could use some retail therapy,” Aunt Fran said, wandering into the kitchen as soon as Ma said the word shopping.
“Sounds like the best idea ever,” I said, and Max, Mia, Angel and Suzy agreed.
“Let’s get the table set, and we’ll leave the guys to clean up.” Ma laughed and held her belly. “I’m sure they can do it once.”
I loved each of them, but when it came to doing the Sunday dishes, they somehow became allergic to water. The only day they got off their asses was Mother’s Day.
