Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Pausing, I frowned as I tried to understand her comment. “I don’t get it.”
“Then let this spell it out for you.” Annika smirked and held up a small white stick with a blue cap and a little window that said, “Pregnant.”
I read it several times before my face split with a huge smile. “Pregnant? I knocked up my woman?”
Annika nodded and returned my grin. “I figured you’d be smug about this,” she laughed.
I winked at her, then lifted her off the counter and set her on her feet. After I finished stripping us both out of our clothes, I took her hand and led her into the shower. We stood under the warm spray for a few minutes, just holding each other. Eventually, I pushed her back until she was flush against the wall. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I stared in wonder at her still flat belly. “Can’t wait to see you round and swollen with our baby, dolcezza.”
I smoothed my hand over her stomach, then leaned in close. “Ciao, piccolo bambino. It’s your papà. Be good to your mamma in there. And help me out by being a boy, okay?”
Annika giggled. “You wouldn’t be happy with a girl?”
Her tone was amused, so I knew she didn’t seriously think that.
“I’m going to need boys first in case we have any girls,” I explained.
She stared at me for a moment, then drew her head back and laughed. “My big, bad biker husband is afraid to have baby girls?”
“Not afraid,” I growled. “Just enlisting help. Look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and our daughters are going to be just as beautiful. One shotgun ain’t gonna do it.”
I wasn’t sure what she said in reply because my attention became distracted by the round swell of her hips and the blond curls between her legs. I rubbed my lips across her pubic bone, and she shivered.
Dropping my head back, I looked up into her ice-blue eyes, grinning at the fog of lust growing in them. “It’s fucking hot as hell knowing you’ve got my baby growing in your belly,” I rasped.
Pink dusted her cheeks, but she canted her head and whispered playfully, “Why don’t you show me how much?”
“Tutto per te, dolcezza,” I murmured before devouring her until I was full.
Then she wrapped her plush lips around my cock, and I fucked her mouth before she swallowed every drop of my come.
Still not completely satisfied, I pulled her up to her feet and flipped her around, placing her hands on the wall and tugging her ass out. Then I grabbed hold of her generous hips and fucked her from behind until we were both shouting with our release.
When we’d caught our breath, I cleaned us both up, dried us off, then carried her toward our bed. On the way, her stomach let out a loud growl, causing a deep laugh to burst from my lips.
“I want a cinnamon roll,” she announced, sounding ravenous as she licked her lips.
“Sure, baby. Anything else?”
“Ummm…olives? And…some pineapple.”
I gave her an odd look as I grabbed a pair of clean boxers and pulled them on.
“Get used to it, Matteo,” she teased. “The cravings are only going to get weirder.”
EPILOGUE
ANNIKA
Having Georgia’s best tattoo artist for a husband meant that I had more ink than I originally planned. And children who always had questions about them.
Lorenzo traced his finger over the first tattoo Matteo gave me. “This one’s for my nonna and nonno who are in heaven, right? Your mamma and papà?”
“It sure is,” I confirmed with a soft smile. “Which you already know because I’ve told you the story of how I met your father more times than I can count.”
I tickled his side, and his boyish laughter filled the air. When I stopped, he flashed me a sheepish grin. “I know, but you say all the time that I like to ask questions.”
Lorenzo had never grown out of the “why” stage from when he was three, which I lamented on a regular basis. “You have any more for me?”
“Yup.” He let the P at the end pop, his smile widening. “And this one is for the day you and Papà got married?”
He pointed at the tattoo on my other thigh, a red heart with a heritage rose vine wrapped around it, the bloom on top, and the date of our anniversary in the middle. “It sure is. One of the best days of my life, along with when you and your sisters were born.”
He tugged at the bottom of my shirt so he could see the three dates inked on my rib cage. Poking the one on the top, he mumbled, “I know that, silly. This is my birthday.”
“And what a day it was.”
Unlike his sisters, who had stayed in my womb almost until they had to be cut out because I was a week overdue, Lorenzo had been impatient to be born. He came two full weeks before his due date, in the middle of the night, and we almost didn’t make it to the hospital in time. Which was extremely unusual for first-time mothers.