Sweet and Vicious(Margarelli Brothers 1)

Naked ways to pass the time, of course.

I grunted as my hips started to move out of tempo. I was barely thinking as my balls turned over and the seed started to come barreling down my shaft. I cursed a blue streak as the most epic orgasm of my life hit me like a big, blue wave.

Hell, it was a fucking tsunami.

The room turned white and then black. It was like the air disappeared. For a moment, I wasn’t myself anymore. I was no one.

And then the world came rushing back. First, it was Evie. Always Evie. And then my body, the bed, the room, the seed that was still pulsing out of my body and into hers.

I had the craziest feeling that we’d just made a baby. It hadn’t even been deliberate. After all the planning, the worry, the argument downstairs in the hall, and it had just . . . happened.

It was inevitable.

Evie was going to have my baby.

I stayed inside her, unwilling to move and hoping that it helped the baby take hold. One of many babies to come.

Evie was mine.

There was no going back now.

Chapter 38

Evangeline

Antonio held me for what felt like hours as we both slowly drifted back to earth. My whole world had been rocked. And I was pretty sure his had been too.

I didn’t know what to say so I kept quiet. I doubted he knew what to say, either. I felt painfully shy on top of it, knowing that he had seen into the deepest part of me. Into my soul.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he finally said, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. He pulled away quickly, but not before I felt him growing hard inside me again.

“When can I go back to classes?”

“Soon,” he said evasively, pressing a quick kiss to my brow. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

He handed me a strawberry and a glass of champagne after I sat up.

“To keep your strength up,” he said with a roguish smile as I sipped champagne and bit into the best tasting strawberry . . . pretty much ever. I couldn’t help thinking about Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

If I keep this up, I thought dazedly, I might actually get tipsy.

“You look so comfortable,” he said with regret as he scooped me up and carried me into the shower. “But sticky.”

I glanced back and saw the blood on the sheets. My mouth opened in surprise. Antonio must have seen what I was looking at.

“I hope it didn’t hurt too much,” he said huskily. But the words were strangely polite. As if we were strangers.

“No. I’m . . . it’s fine.”

How do you tell someone that they completely turned your world upside down? You don’t, my mother’s voice said flatly. Not if you want them to treat you right. So I acted like everything was normal. Like I wasn’t completely putty in his hands.

He gave me an impersonal smile as he set me on my feet and turned the water on. I stood awkwardly as he tested the temperature and adjusted it until it was very warm, but not too hot. He stepped aside and guided me under the water. But again, there was something impersonal about the way he touched me. As if he was keeping his distance.

It made me feel even more off balance. Insecure.

I sighed as the hot water washed over me. True, I’d had a shower early that morning, but I was sticky. Never mind the blood and . . . other things clinging to my thighs.

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me, an intense but unreadable look on his face.

“Is everything okay, Tony? Did I do something wrong?”

He laughed harshly and shook his head.

“Wrong? You don’t really think that, do you?”

He was practically on the other side of the enormous shower, staring at me, his erection still covered in my blood.

“You seem . . .”

“I seem like I’m trying not to ravage you again,” he said softly. “I’m trying to control myself.”

“Oh,” I said, turning bright pink. I took some shower gel and started to wash myself. But he stopped me.

“Let me do that,” he growled. The man really was part bear. Or wolf. I’d been wrong when I called him a shark. He was far too hot-blooded for that.

I stood still as his hands glided over my body, lathering up my breasts and the globes of my bottom. He was very thorough when he started washing my thighs. He moved onto my chest, watching my face as he swirled his rough hands over my breasts. I had a hard time thinking straight. But I needed an answer.

He tugged on my nipples and I groaned.

“Hmm, that’s nice. Do you like that, sweetheart?”

“I . . .”

“Yes, Evie?”

“I want to go back to school.”

He sighed, pausing in his torturously slow exploration of my body.