True Love - Love Series - Page 34

Allison bucked and began to work herself up and down my cock with her hands cupping her tits, so the light bounced off her wedding ring like a beacon. I dropped my gaze to her swollen belly, more proof that I’d claimed my woman. I’d branded her as mine, making sure every asshole who looked her way knew that she belonged to someone and it sure as fuck wasn’t them.

When she began to spiral toward her peak, her movements became rough, and I grabbed her hips to keep a steady pace. “Tengas cuidado, Ali.” She needed to be careful now that she was getting bigger. I decided to take over and flipped us so she was on her back.

As I pictured the first time we’d made love in this bed, warmth surged through me that had nothing to do with my impending orgasm. “Te amo, nena,” I rasped in a voice thick with emotion. My words pushed her the last of the distance to her climax, and she cried out as she fell apart.

I followed her over the edge like I would follow her anywhere. She was mi cielo, mi mundo, mi todo. My sky, my world, my everything.

Later, we snuggled up on a loveseat out on the back deck and enjoyed the breeze off the ocean and quiet whispers of the waves crashing on the beach.

“Te amo, Diego,” she murmured as she looked up into my face.

I fucking loved it when she spoke to me in Spanish. I brushed a soft kiss over her sweet lips. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go. Te necesito demasiado en mi vida, nena.”

Epilogue

Allison

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shook my head and sighed as the two most important men in my world walked toward me. Everybody else had already made it past me since they were the last to leave the impromptu football field. My dad’s jeans were ripped in the knee, and his sweatshirt had grass stains all over the pale green material. Diego’s jeans—which he’d changed into when I’d told him his gray sweatpants showed off his huge dick too well for company—and sweater were in even worse condition. His dark brown hair, which was threaded with more silver than when we’d met, was tousled, and there was a bruise forming on his left cheek. “When we invited everyone up here for Thanksgiving, I didn’t think you’d use it as an excuse to beat up on my husband.”

My dad grinned at me, humor shining from his gray eyes as he shrugged his broad shoulders. “Sorry, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make him pay for defiling my baby girl.”

I rolled my eyes as my husband moved next to me and slung his arm over my shoulders. “He really does like to get the jabs in when he can. I should’ve known better than to suggest we throw the ball around.”

What was supposed to have been a few of the guys having fun had quickly escalated into a fiercely competitive football game with my dad and husband on opposite teams. Not that I should’ve been surprised, considering the guys in my family tended to act like a bunch of cavemen most of the time. But still, this was our first holiday at the massive estate in Connecticut that Diego had bought to celebrate the birth of our fifth child six months ago. With a seventeen-thousand-square-foot mansion and four guest homes on two hundred and sixty acres, we had more than enough room for everyone. And since the estate was about fifty miles outside the city, it was only a little more than an hour drive from Manhattan, making it convenient for everyone to join us when we were up here.

We’d had such a great day before the guys had decided that they needed to work off the calories from the turkey feast our chef had prepared while the younger kids went down for their naps. “Diego and I have been married for ten years and have given you five grandchildren. Don’t you think it’s past time to go a little easier on him?”

“Nope.” My dad dropped a quick kiss on my cheek. “But some of those grandbabies are girls, so I’m sure Diego gets where I’m coming from.”

My gorgeous hubby mumbled something under his breath in Spanish about ripping the balls off any boy who dared to touch one of his daughters. My dad grinned before he wandered past me, most likely in search of my mom. Thanks to the guesthouses on the property, I hadn’t needed to worry about hearing any sounds coming from their room overnight. They were still disgustingly in love with each other, and I hoped that my children were making gagging noises over Diego’s and my public displays of affection after we’d been together as long as they had. They were relationship goals for sure.

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