Christmas with the Beast (The Fiore Family 1)

He starts laughing, and so does everyone else. “Go ahead and open this one.” I open the one he says and join in the laughter. I turn it to show everyone, and it’s a picture of us on the bodies of Belle and the Beast when they’re dancing.

“Oh my goodness.” Tears spill from my eyes as I try to stop laughing.

“Hopefully now he’ll open up the castle doors and let the world in,” Fabio says.

“Nope. I don’t want anyone near my Belle.” He grabs me tightly and kisses my lips.

“Silly man. One day you’ll get tired of me.”

“Never.”

“So since we had a fabulous dinner last night, what are we going to do for food for lunch?” Soren asks. “I’m still hungry.” He’s quite slender in comparison to Franco, but you can tell he has a lot of muscles. Like he works hard all day and doesn’t replace those calories, which is crazy because he loves pasta like the rest of this family. After our long talk, I’ve learned that Soren took over for his father, managing to expand the vineyard with the help of Franco and Fabio.

“We have some turkey leftovers for sandwiches or I can cook some of the Tag…” Franco’s hand slaps over my mouth, stopping me from finishing my sentence. Everyone starts laughing as I yank his hand away, shaking my head at the silly man.

“Don’t be cruel. You can share,” I say.

“Not that. It’s for me.” Damn, his pout is adorable.

“Hey, I’m letting you keep my best chef. I think that constitutes a meal,” Fabio says.

“Fine. I suppose it’s a fair trade.”

“Besides, I’ll be able to make that and much more.” I wink and kiss his cheek. He growls and bends me over to kiss me hard and fast.

Anabelle brings out her camera and takes a bunch of pictures, getting one of us kissing which I’m sure is going to be a regular thing.

“Take a picture with me by the tree,” I tell Franco.

“Anything for you, Tesoro.” He kisses my lips again and we head over to the tree. Franco takes the side that hides the majority of his scars while holding me tightly.

“We should make this a tradition with our babies. Every year photos in front of the tree.”

“Sounds wonderful my love.”

The day goes perfectly as we celebrate with his family. I make lunch and before the sun sets, everyone parts ways. I say goodbye to my sister after we chat about wedding plans. I have a feeling that I’m not the only one who will be tied down soon. Anabelle rides back with Fabio and I didn’t miss the stolen looks throughout the visit. I don’t know if they’re going to act on it, but I’d love to see both of them happy.

Epilogue

Franco

Next Christmas Eve

“Come for me,” I demand, holding and tugging on Isabelle’s hair as I fuck her from behind.

“I need more. Fuck me hard, Franco.” Her mouth gets filthy when she’s about to come, and I feed on that lust roaring through her tiny frame.

“You’ll take what I give you,” I growl next to her ear. Her pussy grips my cock tighter, wrapping her warmth like a death grip around it because she likes when I control her orgasms, and I do—every single one.

“Franco, please.”

I reach around and slip my hand over her mound, my thumb strumming her clit while I pick up my pace, driving every inch deep within her. “Is that what you want?” My other hand moves from her hair to her throat, feeling her breathing quicken, and then I give the gentlest squeeze. “Answer me, wife.”

“Yes,” she hums as her walls tighten and flex.

I spank her pussy as she creams for me before I fill her up with my load. I want to flood our house with little ones.

“I love you, Isabelle.” Pulling out of her warmth, I help her adjust her clothes into the right place.

“I love you too, but I’m grateful that our guests haven’t arrived yet.” She sighs, pressing her hand to my chest as she plants a kiss on my lips.

The gate bell goes off. “Oops. I’ll keep our guests distracted.” I reach for my phone and buzz them through the gate.

“I have to wash up and check on the baby.” She kisses my lips and then takes off through the back steps. I tuck myself away and wash my hands before getting the door. I’d hire more help for the house, but then I couldn’t fuck my wife wherever and whenever I felt like.

As soon as I managed to get the door, my family’s grinning from ear to ear, knowing damn well what we were up to. “Damn, I told you we should have waited another ten minutes.”

“Shut up, Soren. Come on in and stop letting my heat out,” I snarl. We have the fireplace roaring, even though we have central air. It’s freezing this year, but it is upstate New York, so it’s nothing unexpected. We’re expecting a huge snowfall to begin in the next half an hour, so it’s going to be a very white Christmas.