It was then I decided I’d beg, steal, and borrow from Conor and Star to get season tickets in a box—it’d be worth whatever favor I owed them because there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for the sight of that ass, jiggling in time to the beat of a song that appeared to consist of one word—goal.
Once the next intermission hit, the family laughed and joked around when the kiss cam turned on us, as I’d arranged with Star.
Immediately, I retreated into the aisle. A flash of hurt creased her expression until I dropped onto one knee. A ring box in my hand. A band of emeralds in an eternity setting my unorthodox offering because, hell, she already wore my engagement ring.
She jerked upright then plunked back down. To the crowd of cheers and jeers as well as “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None The Richer, I called out, “Liunissa, will you rule over this jungle with me?”
A smile hit her eyes in a way that gave me my answer before she whispered, “Se.” She rushed to embrace me, mouth hovering above mine, denying me her kiss until she imparted, “You might finally have convinced me.”
As the girls cheered around us, her ma screeching and sobbing, the crowd’s screams entangled with the moment, making this a memory she’d never forget, I asked, “What,duci? To take on this broken man you made whole?”
“Nah.” Her forehead pushed into mine. “That I was born with your kiss on my lips.”
SIXTY-TWO
STAN
Apparently, I was a glutton for punishment.
Not only did I prolong the agony by reminding Kitty about her gift, which saw her hauling me to the locker room where she met with the victorious if pungent team, but the journey out of the stadium involved Kitty fucking my mouth.
Ordinarily, that would be a happy occasion, but just as her hands were inches away from burrowing into my pants, we pulled up outside our end destination.
She panted against my lips: “We’re home?”
“Not exactly,” I answered gruffly, resenting my plan now that my dick was weeping with need for her.
Gésu,the power this woman had over me… My personal supply of Kryptonite.
“Where are we?”
“The only restaurantMatriwill patronize.”
“Wha…” Her glance tripped over the vehicles surrounding us outside the limo. “What’s happening?”
“The meeting.”
Her dazed eyes cleared. “No.”
“Yes,duci.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“NO! You cannot mean to make this a big family event when I need your cock in me right this second?!”
“It seemed like a great idea at the time.” I groaned.
“I’m never letting you plan anything again.” She pushed her forehead against mine then almost head-butted me when the back door opened.
“STOP MAULING STAN!” Neev shrieked around a wave of laughter as she tugged and pulled on Kitty’s arm until she had no choice but to stand on the sidewalk or lose her hand.
Unsurprisingly, only a few members of the family hovered outside—for security reasons—but I quickly guided the chattering sisters into the restaurant.
“Mr. Valentini,” Giuseppe, the host, greeted. “May I offer you my congratulations, sir!”
“You may,” I said with a grin/grimace—Cristu, I should have arranged this meet for another time. A time where Kitty’s pussy didn’t call to me like she was my personal siren. “My family arrived okay?”
