“Like what?” she whispers.
“They believed I was an assassin. They wanted me to be something I wasn’t so they could justify what they were doing.”
I can tell she wants to know enough, but not everything. Some details would break her, and she knows it too.
Seeing a tear roll down her cheek, I kiss her softly as my hand trails down between her thighs. I slide one finger inside her, and she arches her back just slightly, telling me she’s more than ready. I add a second finger and work them in and out of her, my cock hardening as her slick heat closes around me.
When I know she’s ready for me, I pull my fingers free and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. She tastes exactly as I remember. I wrap my hand around my cock and slide into her in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck, Mateo,” she moans.
I smile down at her. She’s everything I remember. Her soft eyes hold mine as she takes me all the way in. She likes it when Itake control, just not too much. Tonight, I don’t want to be gentle. I want her rough and breathless, making up for all the time we lost.
I flip her over and guide her onto all fours, exactly where she wants to be. It’s her favorite position. She claims it’s because she climaxes faster like this, but I know better. She likes the way I take control, the way she gives it up without hesitation, trusting me to set the pace and not stop until she’s undone.
I guide my cock into her from behind, and her body responds instantly, her back arching as she takes me in. I move in and out of her, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Fuck, it feels so good. Her moans grow louder, less restrained, and hearing her give in like that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Vanessa, you better be close,” I grit out.
“Yes,” she moans.
I drive into her faster, harder, until my release hits. I come inside her, that final rush of relief settling deep, the kind I’ve been craving since the moment I came home.
I pull away and step off the bed, heading into the bathroom to grab a washcloth so we can clean up. When I come back out, she’s standing in the doorway, the baby monitor in her hand.
“I think we woke them up,” she says with a laugh, pulling her nightgown back on.
I smirk back. “You were pretty loud when you were moaning my name.”
“Hmm.” She smiles. “Well, I’m going to go check on them.”
She slips out of the bathroom and heads down the hall toward the nursery.
After brushing my teeth, I crawl into bed, knowing she probably doesn’t need my help, but still watching the door until she comes back. A few quiet minutes pass before she returns,pulls back the covers, and settles in bed beside me. She presses her lips to mine.
“Goodnight,” she says softly.
“Goodnight,” I reply.
She turns onto her side, and I do the same, wrapping my arm around her waist. I wait until her breathing evens out, until I know she’s asleep. Then I lean over her, grab the baby monitor, and set it on my nightstand. When I slip my arm back around her, she shifts closer to me the way she used to.
I sleep better that night than I have in a year.
THIRTY-THREE
VANESSA
I smell bacon. My favorite.
Wait. Why do I smell bacon?
I pry open my eyes as bright sunlight spills across my face, forcing me to squint. I glance at the clock on my nightstand. Nearly eight.
Shit. The twins are probably losing it right now.
I throw the covers back and hurry down the hall toward their bedroom. I peek inside and stop short. They aren’t there. A deep laugh drifts up from downstairs.
I head down the stairs and pause at the edge of the living room. Mateo is sitting on the couch, the TV on low, a baby cradled against his chest. One of our babies. And still, the sight of it makes my heart squeeze. Since he came home, he’s been the doting father I always knew he’d be.
