Brushing my lips across her cheek, I took in a deep breath. “The thought of losing you . . . it destroyed me.”
“Nic,” she whispered as she leaned back and captured my gaze. “You’ll never lose me.”
“And you’ll never lose me. I promise.”
When she smiled, I knew everything would be okay. But first, we had a bit of additional making up to do.
Taking her hand, I said, “We’re going to my house.”
Her eyes lit up as she lifted her brows. “I like that plan.”
Grabbing her hand, I practically dragged her back into the house. Quickly getting my phone and wallet, I pulled her out the door, down the stairs, and to her car.
“We can walk ya know.”
I laughed. “No, because if I don’t get what I want soon, I’ll end up fucking you in someone’s front yard.”
Gabi laughed. “That would probably be bad for my business.”
Making it to my house in record time, I parked Gabi’s car out front. I couldn’t focus on anything. The only thing I could think about was my cock inside her warm pussy. And it was driving me fucking nuts. I just wanted to forget the last few days. This last week.
Opening the passenger side door, I took her hand in mine and nearly jerked her up the steps to my house.
“Nic!” she said with a giggle. “Where is the fire?”
“In my damn pants.”
Gabi giggled. “I’ve missed you.”
Unlocking the door, I slid my hand behind her neck and pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her like I’d never kissed her before. The soft moan rushed through my body and made my dick harder than ever before.
She reached for and found the door handle, opening the door. We stumbled in, nearly falling over boxes in the process.
“Nic,” Gabi said as she tried to pull my shirt over my head.
Breaking our kiss long enough to pull our shirts off, we both tossed them to the floor and slammed our mouths together again. My hand was up her skirt, pushing her lace panties to the side.
“I need you now, Gabi. I’m sorry. I need my cock buried in your . . .”
A voice cleared from behind us and everything instantly came to a stop.
Looking past Gabi’s shoulder, I saw my mother standing there.
Holy fuck. I just said I needed to have my cock buried in Gabi and my mother heard it.
“Please . . . please tell me it’s not your mom,” Gabi whispered as I looked back down at her.
“Um,” was all I could get out as I looked back up. Aunt Maria, Aunt Agnes, and cousin Sophia were all standing there now, smiling.
“I see you two made up. Wonderful! Get dressed and let’s eat, we’ll have a celebration!”
“Opa!” the other’s all cried out.
Gabi’s eyes widened in horror at the sound of more than one person shouting out. “Oh. My. God. There are more people here?”
I nodded. “This is my family, Gabi. There is always more than one person.”
Her head dropped to my chest. I thought she was crying when her body started to shake, but when I lifted her chin to look at me, she was laughing.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She shook her head and let out another chuckle before asking, “Ready for what?”
“To spend the rest of your life in this crazy-ass Greek family of mine.”
Her smile dropped and tears quickly filled her eyes.
She looked so damn cute when she nodded. “There’s nothing I want more in this life than to deal with your crazy-ass Greek family.”
Leaning down, I brushed my lips across hers. “Good.”
Gabi and I quickly pulled our shirts back on. Before walking into the kitchen where everyone was, I pulled Gabi to a stop.
“There is one little thing I do have to tell you about.”
Her brows pulled together with a concerned look. “Besides that your mother overheard you just now.”
I groaned. “Yes, besides that.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“My mother kind of did something insane. Like really insane.”
Gabi stared at me. “What did she do?”
“She took your hair and had a DNA test done to see if you had any Greek in you.”
It was like she was staring straight through me she was so stunned. “Gabi? Hey, are you okay?”
Waving my hand in front of her face, she didn’t even blink.
“Gabi, she didn’t mean any harm. Hey, talk to me, prinkipissa.”
Her eyes lifted to mine. “Oh. Oh. I know exactly when she got my hair sample!”
“You do?” I asked with a shocked voice.
She laughed then looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and asked, “What did the results say?”
I jerked my head back. “Huh?”
“The results. What did it say?”
“You’re not mad?”
With a shrug, she answered. “I mean, I’m not going to say that I don’t find it a little odd, but then again, I don’t find it strange at all. It’s weird.”
I laughed. “It said you were three percent Greek.”