Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I slide my arms around her slender waist, pulling her close. Our bodies touch and her sweet scent drives me wild. I’m tempted to just forgo all conversation and take her to bed, but I want to hear what mischief she has to share. “Tell me, princess. What am I supposed to do with you?”
“Just a kiss. I’ve been a very good girl. I missed you. Did you get the job done?”
“Don’t I always?”
“It would seem so… I’m pregnant.”
My eyes shoot wide open and I lift my woman up in the air, spinning her over my head. “Put me down before I get sick all over you.”
I chuckle with untold happiness but remember to lower my beautiful woman to her feet without letting her go. “Sorry, baby girl.”
“It’s okay.” She presses her lips together to keep herself from getting sick and I mentally prepare myself for plenty of it’s okay’s in the future.
“So are we telling everyone, or do they already know?” I ask my beautiful pregnant wife.
She slaps my chest. “I did the test by myself.”
I throw my hands up and lean back slightly. “Hey, you girls are close.”
She dips her chin and sighs gently, placing a soft kiss on my chin. “Yes, but this is something I wanted just for us.”
“Good. Now it’s time to celebrate you making me a daddy.”
“I believe you did that part. The rest is up to me and my doctors.”
“Well, it’s going to be my pleasure to spoil you along the way.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her off to our bedroom. There are things we still need to discuss, but they can wait until I get her undressed and screaming my name.
There was something special I needed to do today, but I’d been so distracted by our news that I forgot. My phone rings a couple hours later, and it’s Alessio. “Fuck. What’s up?”
“Have you forgotten?”
“Damn it. I did. We’re on our way.” I end the call in a rush and jump off the bed. “Sweetheart, I need you to get dressed as fast as possible. We need to be at the main house in ten minutes.”
“What’s going on?”
“I can’t discuss it.”
“Is there anything I should be wearing?”
“I’d go with the new dress you got with May and June yesterday.” She nods and runs into the closet. The guys and I have been planning this for a few weeks since we married our women, and I managed to screw it up.
About twenty minutes later, I arrive at the house with a breathtaking woman who doesn’t have more than a swipe of lip gloss on her puffy kissed lips and is wearing a gorgeous green party dress. “You look stunning, January.”
“Hardly.” She blushes and I take my wife’s hand, leading her into the backyard where everyone in the organization and a dozen friends and acquaintances have gathered to celebrate our nuptials.
“Welcome, everyone. On behalf of Alessio, Enrico, and myself, we’d like to introduce you to our beloved brides, June, January, and May. Thank you for coming here to celebrate in our joy. We are blessed to have found such insanely enchanting women who have stolen our hearts like the best thieves in the world.”
Cheers erupt, and we’re congratulated by many couples including a couple of other heads of crime families including Domani Bianchi who recently got married as well. His wife is now chatting with mine. “She will be fine. My wife is a sweetheart,” I say when Bianchi watches their conversation.
“Forgive me. It’s not your wife I’m concerned about. I don’t take my wife’s safety for granted. I nearly lost her, and I always remain close.” I nod because it’s a shared sentiment.
“That we can agree on.” We shake hands and go to our women.
I pull January aside and head to the center of the dance floor to hold my wife closely for a special dance. “Thank you for not running away.”
“Like you’d let me. I’d probably be zip tied and in a trunk again,” she teases.
“I’d even let you borrow my car again,” Luca says, leaning in as he passes by us.
“Fuck off. Next time it will be my vehicle I toss her in,” I reply, feeling territorial.
“I promise, Mr. Barone. There won’t be a next time unless you’re feeling a little kinky.” She winks.
“Fuck, I’m hard as hell,” I growl against her ear. “It’s too early to call it a night.”
“Maybe we should find a room…” She rolls her hips, rubbing her hot pussy against my stiffening length.
I’ll never get enough of this woman, and finding a room sounds like one hell of an idea.
Epilogue
Enrico
I quietly creep through the house from the secret entrance to avoid any of the kids seeing me covered in specks of blood when I’m instantly startled. I jumped back, almost pulling out my knife on the miniature version of my lovely wife with her eyes wide and her mouth parted.