Chapter 143 145

Chapter 143 145
He’s in the nanny’s arms, cooing and smiling. Angelo has my nose but Carlo’s blue-green eyes, a dazzling mixture that’s going to make him one hell of a heartbreaker when he grows up. I give him a kiss on the forehead and tell him I’ll be home soon. I tell him I love him more than anything.

“Come on,” Carlo says, but he’s holding Angelo’s hand. “Let’s go before the little bastard makes it impossible.”

“Carlo!” I cry, but I’m laughing. “Do not call him that!”

Carlo grins, kissing Angelo on the cheek. “I’m sorry, son. Forgive me. Be brave and we’ll be home soon.”

We head to the car, and then to the airport to the private plane. It’s impossible to keep our hands off each other.

A lot has happened in the past two years. I opened my restaurant, Miraggio, which is Italian for mirage and is supposed to, y’know, communicate the changing nature of the cuisine. Because every time you come here, there’s something different. It’s been quite the success, actually, and even if the hours are long and the work is hard, it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done, apart from the obvious. I don’t have the time to teach anymore, but I still paint as often as I can. The paintings hang all over Mirragio. We hold art exhibits here, too, twice monthly. There’s no more war with the Irish. There’s no more violence.

But as the private plane takes off and Carlo’s hand strays up my leg, none of that seems to matter.

Carlo looks straight ahead as his hand slides up the soft material of my shorts. I changed soon after getting on the flight. Wedding dresses are majestic, but they’re not exactly comfortable.

“Are you trying to play it coy?” I laugh. “Like that one time at dinner?”

He turns to me, his eyes suddenly intense. He pushes aside my underwear and strokes his fingers up and down my lips, pausing at the flaming spot of my clit.

“Stop teasing me,” I pout. “Or I’ll tease you even worse.”

I reach forward and grab him, rubbing up and down. He strains through the fabric of his pants. He’s barely holding himself back.

“I hope there’s turbulence,” I whisper, unbuckling my seat belt.

He does the same and then reaches across, grabs my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing. He’s even stronger since his injuries healed, since he’s been hitting the gym like a maniac.

I grind my heat against him and then reach down and free him from his pants. He groans shakily as I stroke pre-come from the tip to the base.

“If there isn’t turbulence, I’m going to make the pilot do somersaults,” he growls. “I want you to feel like you’re going to explode.”

I let out a gasp when he seizes my hip in one huge hand. I know he’ll leave red marks in my skin. Do I care? No fucking way.

“You’re an animal,” I tell him. “But you’ve—oh, fuck.”

He’s sunk himself into me, jolting the sentence from my lips. I close my eyes as he pulls all the way in, until we’re hip-to-hip.

Carlo tears at my tank top with his teeth and pushes my breasts together, licking one nipple and then the other as we begin to writhe. His lips are fire-hot on my nipples, making them hard, and his cock is somehow even hotter inside of me. It’s like I’m burning up from the inside. The plane shudders and I almost fall backward, but Carlo braces me with his hand.

He fucks me fast. I grab onto his shoulders and throw myself down on him in time with his thrusts. I’m so close I feel like something inside of me is going to burst; hot wet pressure unleashing. I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to—”

He moans, muffled by my breasts, pulling me toward him with his strong hands on my back. My whole body quivers and electric tension works its way through my belly. I rock back and forward. My wetness spills down his massive length.

I cradle his face, kissing him, whispering between kisses, “Come inside me, Carlo. I want to feel it—”

He roars at once, biting onto my lip as he erupts.

I hold him as he rides out his own orgasm. kissing him again and again. When it has finally simmered down, I stay right where I am.

So this how my happily ever after starts: thirty-five thousand feet in the air with my husband’s cock inside of me, on our way to one of the food capitals of the world for our honeymoon, with our child and our friends and our family and my restaurant waiting for us when we get home.

I think I can live with that.