“Fingers crossed I don’t.” Lil raises her hands to show us the crossed digits. “I’m a fucking grown-up, after all.”
“Hey, I’m a grown-up,” Ariana pouts. I chuckle and pull her close, kissing the top of her head.
“Debatable, but not because of your sleep issue. Okay, I’m going to go be a grown-up and watchBeauty and the Beastin bed.” Lil closes her door, and I close ours.
I start the shower, grinning when I see Ariana’s shampoo and body wash next to mine. Mango pineapple. That’s what her stuff all smells like. We touch and kiss under the water talking about that sex bucket list, then she leads me on a chase around the room. When I catch her, I take my time worshiping her body, making love to her slowly and bringing her to orgasm twice before she rides me and we come together. She collapses on top of me, limp from exhaustion.
When I can function again, I carry her to the bathroom and then back to bed after we clean up. She falls asleep on my chest with my arms wrapped around her and is still there hours later when Lil knocks on the door.
“I’m sorry, I tried to be a grown-up.”
“We’ll be there in a minute, Lil.”
I grab one of my shirts for Ariana, and we both get dressed sleepily before moving to Lil’s room.
Chapter 59
I really like cake
Luca
There’s a sticker chart on my bedroom wall when I come home from my second win. I bark out a laugh when I see the two My Little Pony stickers on it.
It wasn’t a difficult win, but I’m a little more sweaty and bloody than I was after the first one. Especially my knuckles. Ariana’s in the basement bowling with Lil. I didn’t tell her we were almost home because I don’t want her to see me until after I’m cleaned up.
I turn on the water and start undressing, but I only get my shirt off before she’s there in front of me. How she knew I was home, I have no idea. She frowns as she takes in my knuckles, my ribs, and what will definitely be a black eye tomorrow.
“It’s not that bad, it’ll heal before the wedding,” I assure her, hoping I’m right.
“I’m not worried about that. Well, I wasn’t. Now maybe I am.” Her face pinches adorably as she thinks it over. She exhales loudly with a frown. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go to one of your fights. Or if I do, I’ll have to leave my guns at home.”
I chuckle and lean down to kiss her. God, I love kissing her. My jeans are open in seconds, and her hand is wrapped around my hard cock. I groan, pulling my mouth from hers. “Baby, I am way too gross right now.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulls her hand out of my boxers and undresses as I watch her with hungry eyes. She steps into the shower and I follow her as soon as my clothes hit the floor. I grab my soap but she plucks it out of my hand.
“I’m doing that.” She pours some out and runs her hands over my body, taking care to be gentle where I’m bruised. Her fingers softly move across my skin. I moan when they graze my cock, and a smirk crosses her face.
Dropping to my knees, I put one of her legs over my shoulder and lick her pussy until she comes on my tongue. I stand, grabbing her by the hips to pick her up, and thrust into her against the shower wall. Her head drops to my shoulder, and I feel her teeth dig in slightly as I fuck her. Her pussy clenches around me, and she moans my name as she shatters. I follow right behind her and hold her as our ragged breathing slowly returns to normal.
“You ruined my blowjob plan,” she mumbles against my neck.
“Next time, baby.”
“You’re so impatient.” She raises her head and kisses me.
“Where you’re concerned, yes. Especially when it comes to your pussy. My cock wants to live inside you.”
“He does seem right at home.” The minx in my arms smirks and rolls her hips a little. I’m just about to start a second round when she says, “I need a snack. I was too nervous to eat dinner.”
“Then let’s go find you some food.” Can’t have my girl go hungry.
“I did make you some bracelets, though.”
The week flies by faster than I expect. On Wednesday, I get DeVille tattooed on both my pinkies and add my second Vegas win to my arm after Marco and I get fitted for our tuxedos. I go to his dentist and have a couple of trackers put in my molars Thursday morning, then watch my girl have fun in her dance class, even though it feels like there are a million more men working security. Marco and Mia don’t go out for their date night. Instead, we order pizza (FINALLY!) from the place that is worth crying over, and it’s everything they said it would be. We play card games, and even Becca joins in.
Friday, Ariana bakes a bunch of cakes for us to taste-test. They’re all so damn good I can’t even start to narrow it down.
“Luca, seriously, put them in some kind of order,” Ariana says in an exasperated tone, her hands on her hips.
