I do what any self-respecting Alpha who just got married does, and I rip my sweats down, before I get back on my knees and wait for her to climb into my sweats.
“Want me to carry you down too?”
The way she stares at my body does way too much to my already blazing ego. I feel her eyes inching up my bare legs, lingering on my thighs, before she tips her head in interest when she checks out my junk. Which she does because her eyes fly to mine before she shrugs quickly before she goes back for another look. Kinda glad I wore my white boxers, so she can seeeverything clearly. I’m also glad they’re small and only just have enough room for my hard cock.
My wife fucking hums before she climbs up into my arms, looking smug as a bug. Which only confirms she’s had a crazy day, all the fights and mood swings physical proof. As is my dick that nudges against her ass as I carry her out of the gym and back down.
“I actually half thought you weren’t interested.”
Maybe I flex a bit more than necessary, so she can feel for herself how interested I am.
“I’ve spent so much time thinking about you, I’ve been jerking off any chance I get.”
“I thought you were doing Mafia stuff.”
“I can multitask. You know that, right?”
22
Layne
Dante takes us back to the kitchen, ignoring his brother’s hard glare and Matteo’s worry, to put me on a stool. Edward and Bella trot over, double-checking with their wet noses I’m okay.
The room is nice and warm, the lights are on low, and the aroma of garlic, spices, and something roasting in the oven has my stomach growling.
“Val, do you have any food for Layne ready? I need to get changed and run her a bath.” Dante doesn’t wait before he leaves.
“You good?” Matteo asks quietly as he passes, following Dante out the room.
“Yes, I promise. I am fine. No harm.”
Valentine steps into view, still wearing his suit. “Did he upset you?”
“Dante? No, honestly. We chatted, and he actually rubbed my ribs down, and you know, shoved a wedding ring onto my finger.”
Valentine does a slow exhale, relief on every one of his harsh angles. It’s a very weird place to be—not in his kitchen or his house, but inside his inner circle. I know he and Dante and Matteo are heavily involved in organized crime, but I haven’t seen that in spades. Without question, I can tell that he could flip his lid and be a coldhearted bastard, but inside the safety of his home, with his pack around him, he’s not like that.
He puts his back to me, turning again with the bunch of flowers he was holding in an elegant glass vase. In typical Valentine style, he slides it over the counter toward me.
“I did want to give you these before. I know it was a big decision to come back to us. Thank you,” he says, muddling my stereotyped assumptions even more.
“You’re welcome.” I drop my eyes from his. Both he and his brother have deeply expressive eyes. “These are very pretty. What are they?”
“White lilies. Very symbolic of faith and hope in our culture, and they’re given as a symbol of appreciation.”
Matteo comes back in with a hoodie in his hands that he drops over my shoulders. “Layne, I need to go out for a few hours. Will you be okay here with Valentine and Dante?”
And there is no hesitation at all when I answer him. I can see him arguing with himself about how to leave, but he eventually chooses to go without a kiss.
During that time, Valentine does the unthinkable and removes his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up. The way he flicks his tie over his shoulder and secures it under his shoulder holster has me holding on to the edge of the bench, trying to stop myself from climbing my husband like a goddamn tree.
I cross my legs, twisting my foot around my calf, like ivy, hoping to keep the proof of how good he looks to myself. Dante walks back in, his eyebrows up high, a dangerous, knowingsmirk on his face, but instead of calling me out, he gets to work and helps Valentine serve dinner.
But seeing the twins together doesn’t help in the least. If anything, it makes my situation ten times worse.
“Are you hungry?” Valentine asks, mid-serve.
“Yes, Val, our little wife is ravenous.”
