He kissed my cheek before straightening. He pulled apart my ass cheeks with one hand, smeared lube on his length with the other. How I loved watching him grip his cock. I could just look at that all day long. He grinned and slid the other hand beneath me.
“And you call me dirty.”
I arched my back. “Fuck me already.”
“Up on your elbows. It’s going to be hard and fast.”
I braced myself but couldn’t have been ready for that.
“Good girls get rewarded, Lucia, remember that?”
“Fuck, yes!” His fingers worked my clit roughly while his cock thrust in and out, movements deep, slow at first but increasingin pace as I came, my first orgasm making me cry out, making him thicken inside me until, on the heels of my second orgasm, he thrust one final time and fell over my back, his cock throbbing as he came. He breathed hard against my ear and bit the edge of it just a little too hard, but that nip drew one final, smaller shudder from me.
We clung to each other, neither of us speaking as our breathing slowed. I don’t think either of us took our time together for granted. I knew I never would, and I knew it would never be enough.
We showered afterward before sitting down to eat. I plated the steaks and carried the dish over to the table where Salvatore had just put two beers down. I took a seat across from him.
“You’re really going to eat two steaks now?”
I nodded, ravenous, unsure how to tell him, happy myself but uncertain how he’d feel. We’d only been living together for half a year if I didn’t count the time in New Jersey.
He watched me for a long minute, sipping his beer while I devoured the food. He pushed my untouched beer toward me. I met his gaze but popped another bite of meat into my mouth instead of going for the beer.
“Lucia?”
He could always read me like a book.
“I’m pregnant.”
SALVATORE’S EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS AFTER THAT
Imarried Lucia on the beach in our backyard. Lucia walking toward me barefoot, her belly swollen, wearing a simple, flowing white dress bound by golden thread just beneath her breasts and a crown of flowers in her hair, was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I’d never been so happy in my life.
We wrote our own vows, and she blamed hormones when she wept throughout the ceremony. Luke and Isabella were our witnesses and Effie our flower girl. That was all. No other guests apart from the priest who married us. Afterward, we barbecued and swam and talked about baby names and about Isabella and Luke moving closer. Effie spoke more to her little cousin inside Lucia’s belly than to anyone else. She may have been as excited as Lucia and I were.
They spent the night and drove back home the next afternoon. We didn’t have a honeymoon. There was nowhere either of us wanted to be but here. Together.
“We have everything,” she said as we lay on lounge chairs, watching the night sky.
We did, and neither of us took a moment of it for granted.
“Will you tell your father?” she asked.
“In time.”
“What’s on your mind?”
I looked over at her and tugged the thin blanket over her shoulder. She’d filled out a little with the pregnancy, and she couldn’t be more beautiful to me.
“Dominic. I’m worried.”
“He’ll turn up. He has a lot to process, and probably feels awful for what he did.”
“He’d know by now that I’m fine. He’d know where we live. He just disappeared, and that worries me.”
