My vision blurs with her words. “You’re too sweet, Daphne.”
“I’ll deny it.” She laughs softly before raising her glass. “I’m so happy to have another sister and brother.” She pauses and looks to her brother. “I couldn’t be happier for you than I am right now.”
“To finding our happily ever afters.” I lift my glass and touch it to Leo’s, then Daphne’s, and finally my husband’s.
“Now, get out of here,” she says after taking a sip of the cold, crisp champagne. “Go enjoy yourselves tonight.”
Within minutes, Angelo and I are out the door, in the back of the waiting car, and headed to the swanky hotel Leo owns. It’s a short ride, and we spend most of the time silent, holding hands and stealing glances at each other in the muted darkness.
“I hope you’re not too tired. The last thing I want to do tonight is sleep.” The door to our suite is barely closed when Angelo sweeps me into his arms and stalks toward the bedroom.
I snake my arms around my husband’s neck, staring up at his handsome face. “Not tired at all,” I lie because there’s nothing I want more than to ravish this man with no little ears to hear things they shouldn’t.
His lips are on mine in an instant. There’s no time to take in the grandeur of the suite or much of anything except my husband and the need I feel for him and have felt since I saw him standing at the altar.
He places my feet back on the floor, our mouths still fused, as his hands go to work at my dress. Thankfully, I picked something sensible and not overly complicated with hundreds of little silk buttons. The soft material slides down my body, pooling near my feet within seconds.
My fingers are at his zipper as he makes quick work of his shirt and tie, dropping them to the floor near my dress.
I’m in his arms, his mouth against mine, tongue sliding between my lips as he moves us toward the bed.
“I love you,” I whisper into his mouth as we fall backward onto the mattress.
He whispers my words back to me as he settles between my legs. His mouth slides from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck, and my hands find his arms and hold on tight.
“I want to take it slow, baby, but I don’t think I can,” he murmurs against my skin, sending goose bumps scattering everywhere.
“Don’t.” I lock my ankles around his ass. “Don’t go slow or be gentle. Fuck me.”
He gazes up my skin at me, and his eyes flash. “You know how your dirty mouth does crazy shit to me.”
I tangle my fingers in his soft hair. “Less talking, more fucking.” I smirk, loving when my husband has that wild look in his eyes.
He closes his lips around my nipple, causing my back to arch and a moan to slip from my lips. For once, I don’t have to worry about the kids hearing, and for that, I’m thankful.
Angelo’s hand moves between my legs, and his fingers are inside me seconds later, thrusting deep and hitting the right spot. “You’re so perfect,” he says as my body starts to tighten underneath him. “You’re mine, sweetheart, totally mine.”
Before my orgasm bubbles to the surface, his fingers are gone and he’s climbing up my body and settling between my legs again. He stares down at me as I gasp for air, looking up at the man I love. “I’m yours,” I repeat.
Our eyes are locked as his cock inches inside me so slowly. I’m holding on to him, begging for more. More speed. More depth. More of everything. It doesn’t take long for my body to tense again, each thrust pushing me closer to the orgasm my body so badly craves.
My toes curl and my fingernails bite into his skin as the wave of pleasure crashes over me. My vision blurs, and my breathing ceases, but Angelo doesn’t stop, chasing his own ecstasy.
The first time is rushed and frantic, but the rest of the night is spent exploring each other’s bodies slowly. I don’t know how many times I came or even what time we fell asleep. The one thing I know is that it was the perfect end to our wedding day.
When we arrive the next afternoon, Lucio’s in the kitchen, busying himself with a dish of something I can’t quite make out. “Someone looks relaxed and satisfied,” he teases before Angelo closes the front door.
“It’s amazing what a night without kids can do for you,” Angelo tells him as he slides his hand down the swell of my ass.
My body’s buzzing, still high on the orgasms and quite a lot of them in the last twelve hours. I am still exhausted, but in the best possible way.
“Next week, you’re paying me back and taking the kids off our hands. I need a night alone with my hot mama.”
“Anything you want,” I say without hesitation. “That’s what family’s for.”
I love saying that. I have a giant horde of people who’ll always have my back, and I’ll have theirs. We’ve worked out a family plan where we each watch one another’s kids, so the other couple can have a night alone. It’s so foreign to me.
Not just the kid swapping, but kids in general. I now have kids. I didn’t birth them, but I’m just as responsible for their well-being. I never even had a niece or nephew to practice with before destiny threw me into the path of Angelo and his two little cuties.
