Coming Home (Morelli Family 6)

Shifting his hips and rocking them forward, he gives me the friction I need, then he claims my lips and I feel like I can breathe again.

“Harder,” I tell him, my fingers digging into his sides as he slams his cock inside me. “Oh, yes.”

“You like when I’m angry, don’t you, sweetheart?”

He punctuates his question with a rough tug of my hair and I groan, nodding my head as he pounds into my hips like he’s trying to bury me in the floor. He grinds his hip in this magical way of his, dragging my clit to the party. I cry out, reaching above me for something to grab onto, but there’s nothing. My hand grabs at the floor, then moves across my mouth and frantically down my body.

“Mateo…”

“Should I let you come, Mia?”

“Please,” I say on a gasp, nodding my head vigorously.

“Do wives who keep secrets from their husbands deserve orgasms?”

I don’t know if it’s more exhilarating that he’s teasing me with orgasms, or calling us husband and wife. The combination is so exciting it verges on fucking torture.

I writhe and buck against him, but he easily maintains control despite my attempts. “Please, Mateo. Please.”

He thrusts inside of me, grinding his hips and I arch up off the floor, crying out with a mix of pleasure and frustration. “You won’t ever keep another secret from me again, will you, sweetheart?”

I shake my head frantically. “Never. I promise.” I groan again as he tortures my clit with another practiced movement. “Please, please, please.”

I must not be desperate enough to satisfy him, because he still teases me. His cock may be filling me as he fucks me mercilessly, but he drags out my arousal and stimulates my clit until I’m ready to cry with frustration. He knows how to work my body better than I do, and it’s so deeply frustrating when he’s in the mood to withhold.

Grabbing onto his shirt, I beg again, “Please let me come.”

He crushes his lips against mine and adjusts the rhythm of his hips. I cry out and gasp against his mouth, and he catches and keeps every last desperate sound.

“I own your pleasure, Mia. Be a good girl and I can make you happy. Piss me off, and I’ll drive you fucking crazy.”

He’s already driving me fucking crazy. I frantically kiss his lips, bringing my arms around him and holding him close. Finally, he lets me have relief. I cry out, coming apart on the floor beneath him. I close my eyes and cling to him, trying to catch my breath as he continues to move inside my body. A moment later, he finds his own release and empties himself inside me.

Mateo relaxes against me for just a minute, then eases onto the floor beside me and pulls me into his arms.

I snuggle up against him, right there on the floor. Nuzzling my face into his chest, I drop a series of light, sleepy kisses there. “I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs.

“I’m sorry I kept a secret from you.”

“I know.”

“It won’t happen again,” I assure Mateo, holding onto him like I’m shipwrecked and he’s the only life raft in the world.

Epilogue

Mia

I finger the black scalloped lace near my elbow, turning sideways in the mirror to inspect my reflection. The black off-the-shoulder dress Mateo bought me is beautiful, but it’s a little sexier than I would’ve liked. He had to pick out everything though—he’s insistent on everything being just right today.

I hate his tests.

I guess I should just be glad I’m not the one taking it this time.

My stomach feels a little unsettled. I think it’s nerves. A little anticipation mixed in there. I don’t know what to expect, but I have so many anxieties, hopes and fears.

I don’t have my shoes on yet, so I pad over to the door quietly and peek in on my favorite men. Dominic is lying on the bed, cooing and eating his fist while Mateo finishes getting ready. My heart overflows like it always does looking at them. As deeply as I loved already, I was not prepared for motherhood. It’s nearly incapacitating sometimes, the emotion that fills me up to bursting.

Dominic was my little Christmas present. Born two days before Christmas Eve, we were able to bring him home just in time for his very first Morelli Christmas. Of course he didn’t care, but I did.

Since Mateo had something to prove, I already have another December baby due this year. My poor vagina is going to hate me.

Mateo frowns, looking at his cuff. He looks down at the edge of the bed, feeling around, then his gaze flits to Dominic. “You little thief. Hand it over.” He reaches forward and unclasps Dominic’s tiny fist, extracting his cuff link and shaking his head. “That was pretty slick, I’ll give you that.”