Coming Home (Morelli Family 6)

I’m wild with desperation now, needing the release only he can give me. “Oh, God. Mateo, please. Please.” I’m just murmuring senselessly now; he’s already giving me exactly what I need, just like he always does.

“Oh, oh, oh… Oh God, Mateo,” I cry out, squeezing his hand and throwing my head back against the couch as my orgasm rips through me.

He lets up so I don’t die, then he kisses me right on the pussy before traveling up my body, leaving kisses along my belly and breasts. He worships my body with his lips, and I’m so sated and full of affection I could melt.

When he comes down on top of me on the couch and kisses me hard on the mouth, I wind my arms around his neck and hold him close, gazing up into his eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he tells me.

“Your mouth is maybe my favorite part of your body,” I admit.

Chuckling, he drops a kiss on my forehead and says, “I’ll have to tell my cock; it’s going to be offended.”

“Hey, I love your cock, too. I have plenty of love for every piece of you,” I assure him, shooting him a slightly mischievous smile.

“Uh huh.” He drops a few casually tender kisses along my neck. “We’ll see how you feel about my cock when I’m pounding it inside you later.”

“Ooh,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “That’s tempting, but I don’t get you tonight, remember?”

“You do now,” he says simply.

My eyes open. “I do?”

He nods and his hand moves back between my legs, cupping me. “I’m going to hold you down and use this sweet pussy until I come inside you.” He punctuates this promise with a kiss in the crook of my neck. “I’ll fuck you hard, just the way you like.” Another kiss, a little higher on my neck. “I’m going to make you come all night long, Mia.”

My pussy throbs and my heart speeds up with excitement. “I thought my night was supposed to be tomorrow. Are we switching?”

“Nope.” His hand moves up to caress my hip, then skates lightly across my tummy. “I’m spending tonight and tomorrow with you. I’ll probably stay for the rest of the week.”

Well, that doesn’t happen very often. “Not that I’m complaining, but why?”

I figure Adrian must have told him. Now he sighs and takes my hand again, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles. “Because I want to.” His gaze meets mine more attentively as he adds, “And Meg knows she’s supposed to play nice. She didn’t.”

Stripping her of nights as punishment probably won’t make her nicer, but I don’t say that. He’s smarter than I am by leaps and bounds, so I’m sure he knows that; he just doesn’t care.

It bothers me that this is even real, let alone something he has to tell me, so I lower my gaze. He can penetrate my soul without looking into my eyes, but I feel like that makes it easier.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to tell you myself,” he finally says.

It still makes my stomach ache. I shift, trying to get out from under his weight. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He eases back on the couch, letting me get up. “Are you mad?” he asks, sounding somewhat surprised.

“Of course not.” I bend to retrieve my bra and panties, draping the dress over my arm. “I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick,” I tell him, still without looking at him.

“Nope.” He catches my wrist when I go to walk past him. I look back with a sigh, but I can tell by the look on his face I’m not winning this one.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Mateo. Can’t we just…?”

Shaking his head, he tugs me closer until he can pull me into his lap. “This can’t be glossed over. If you’re upset that I’m having another child, I need to understand why so I can fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix,” I say, simply. “I’m not upset that you’re…” I stall, not even wanting to utter the words. “I’ll be fine. Nothing to fix. Nothing to worry about. I need to pee.”

“Mia.” He fixes me with a firm look, his eyes reminding me so his voice doesn’t have to that he doesn’t appreciate having to repeat himself.

Sighing heavily, I sink against him. “It’s just weird.”

“Why is it weird?” he asks, patiently.

I can really only stare at him. How does he not get how this is weird?

His dark eyebrows rise as he awaits an explanation.

“Because I love you and I want to be the one having your babies?” I suggest. “Because you spend more time with me than you spend with Meg, but she’s the only one who gets to share that stuff with you? It’s not fair. I’m just as capable of that kind of stuff as she is, but I don’t get any of it and sometimes, like when I’ve had a few margaritas and discovered that you’ve expanded your family and didn’t even tell me, it bothers me.”