I don’t dare disobey when he’s all growly, although I wouldn’t mind a spanking right now.He’s been far too gentle with me lately.
Toeing off my shoes, I sit on the end of the bed and lean back on my hands, watching as Lucca tears away his shirt, popping buttons and stitches as he moves.
“What did I say?”He prowls towards me, jaw ticking, pulse pounding in that thick vein on the side of his temple.“Strip, Coco.”I recognize that he’s gone rogue when he uses my given name instead of the pet name I adore so much.“You want a red ass, is that it?”
Biting my lip, I don’t answer until he stands right in front of me, chest heaving with power as he holds the feral beast at bay.
Reaching forward, I work his belt and pants until they’re open, and I can see his excitement staining his briefs.“I have to tell you something,” I whisper, kissing his taut stomach, loving his musculature.There’s not an ounce of fat on this man’s body.
“What?”he growls, gripping my ponytail and tugging my head back.
I lick up his chest as I get to my feet and push up on my toes while he bends down for me.Moaning in his ear, I finally whisper, “I’m pregnant.”
When I found out in the hospital after admitting that it was a possibility, I hadn’t thought the test would come back positive.Now, I’m almost certain that he knocked me up the first time he came inside my body.
“I have a secret, too,mia amore.”His hands grab my hips, and he tosses me back on the bed, landing softly in the middle.“I already knew.”
My jaw drops.I thought I’d been discreet.
“How?”I ask, crossing my arms as he tugs off my socks and leggings.He smirks and settles between my thighs, his briefs now missing, so I feel his raging erection pressing against my overly horny pussy.
“Aside from the fact your tits are bigger and more sensitive, your pussy is hotter, tighter, and your belly has a little more cushion.”With my excitement deflated, I give him my signature pout.“Believe me,amore, I am ecstatic, and I’m so glad you’ve finally told me.”Dragging my shirt up, he removes it from my body, along with my bra, and wraps his hot mouth around a nipple as he gently slides inside me.
The thirty minutes he was given turns into hours, and before we know it, we’ve missed our entire Christmas Eve party and don’t see anyone until morning, when we share the news with his parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles, and my coffee shop family.
A year ago, I was dreaming of experiencing this type of Christmas, and now I have.It’s even better than my imagination.I’ll treasure these memories for the rest of my life.
Turns out Sabrina was wrong, stocking the kingpin was exactly what I needed to do.
Epilogue Two
LUCCA
Five Years Later.
Five blissful years of waking up every morning to my woman, and three adorable little girls who are the spitting image of their mother.I always thought love would soften me.Preston, Jason, and my cousins say that it’s made me more ruthless, if possible.As long as my girls are safe, I don’t care.
I’m also a sucker for the woman who has turned my world into paradise.Which is how we wound up chartering this yacht with Sal, Cor, and their women and children to sail across an ocean.Italy awaits us.Our first family vacation where everyone will be available.
The yacht is as large as a small cruise liner, and after the company that owns it made some child-safety modifications, I was settled enough to say yes.The trip is intended to take about two weeks.It’s been four days since we started, and so far, things are going well.
Preston, Jason, and a few of my cousins’ men are with us as well, and four nannies have been hired to help with the children because a man needs his wife, too.
Since I’m the one who is footing the bill this time, I’ve ensured our suite includes a private balcony so my wife can sunbathe in the nude.It’s something she’s taken a desperate liking to.
Stepping out onto the deck now, she is precisely where she promised to be.Under an umbrella, bare naked, and on her back on a deck chair.Her legs are spread wide open as I approach, and her sun-kissed flesh glows.
“I think you’ve had about enough for the day.”
Her tits are swollen, and I know she’ll either need to pump or feed a child soon.
“But it feels so wonderful.”She sighs and sits up.“Is she up already?”
Our youngest is only four months old, but I swear Coco’s already pregnant.Her body bounced back quickly after giving birth this time, and as I examine her, I notice the subtle differences once again.
“Not yet.You’re mine, first.”She also hasn’t had a period since giving birth, and given that she was on me as soon as the doctors said she could, I suspect my fertile wife was impregnated that first time.
“Mmm, I’m always yours, husband.”I never tire of hearing her say that.
