Page 83 of Borrowed Bride

Gianna looks at me with her large, sparkling eyes, then lunges forward and kisses me hard. “It’s beautiful!”

“Wanna see inside?” I laugh, gathering her in my arms.

We spend the next hour exploring every room in the new house and Gianna lets her ideas pour. This is the first house she’s ever had that’s truly hers, and it’s a beautiful sight to watch as she points out offices and playrooms, makes excited ramblings about the decor, and even sets aside a few of therooms for Tara, and Fawn. Even Cherry gets a space, although Gianna is still a tiny bit reluctant there.

Even though Cherry and Tara are on excellent terms under Fawn’s wing, Gianna still holds some pain there, and I won’t force her to move past it. She will when she’s ready.

Our tour ends in the master bedroom, where a large four-poster bed takes up most of the space. It’s the only piece of furniture, and Gianna laughs the moment she spots it.

“Really? This whole building is bare but there’s a bed?”

“I’m fairly certain it’s from the old owners,” I smile at her. “Trust me. Our bed will be better than this.”

“Aw, so it’s leaving?” She darts forward and throws herself onto the mattress, then immediately groans as if she’s wounded. “Okay, ow. This is so hard. It’s too hard.”

Watching her enjoyment throughout this entire trip fills my heart and I can’t resist running over and crawling over the top of her with a smirk. “You know what else is hard?”

“Oh God,” Gianna laughs, pushing at my shoulders with no real strength. “You’d get turned on by the wind, I swear.”

“If you were the one blowing it, sure I would.”

We kiss, and my heart floods my chest with a tingling warmth. I am in love. I am happy. There is nothing more in this world that I need. Soft kisses gradually turn more heated and soon Gianna’s clothes are on the floor as I nip an enticing path up her body. She clutches at my shoulders, pulls at my hair, and wraps her legs so tightly around my hips that I contemplate letting her take control.

Not yet though. I want to be the one to fuck her in our new house.

Gianna’s moans ring through the room, echoing due to the emptiness, and she giggles in between as I kiss her ribs, lavish attention over her breasts, and then thrust inside her with all my lusty determination. She cries out and claws lines of fire downmy back with her nails. I start to fuck her, and I fuck her hard. Gianna clings to me like her life depends on it and she digs her heels into the small of my back, her telltale sign to not stop. I have no desire to, and I fuck her as hard as I can on a bed that’s surely never seen sex this good.

We climax together, mingling our moans between frantic kisses, and Gianna murmurs an apology for the scratches she left on me. An apology I wave off quickly as I roll to the side and soak up the pain of the sheets pressing to the wounds.

“Always mark me,” I pant, taking her hand in mine and bringing her knuckles to my lips. “Always.”

“So is now a good time to tell you that the other room across from this one is the perfect room for a nursery?” Gianna pants softly.

I roll my head and look at her. “A nursery?”

She nods quickly and bites her lower lip as my post-orgasm mind struggles through the implication of her question.

A nursery?

For a baby?

I jolt upward. “Gianna, are you saying…?”

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing a dark red. “Is that okay?”

“Gianna, that’s amazing!” I tackle her back down onto the bed, kissing her repeatedly, and then I move down to her abdomen. “Our baby?”

Tears sting unexpectedly in the corner of my eyes. I missed so much with Freya and while I love her dearly, I miss the moments I could have had in her early life. Now? Now I get a second chance. As I kiss her abdomen, a sudden thought occurs.

“Wait, what about the wedding? Do you want to postpone it until after the baby?”

“Fuck no,” Gianna says and she grasps my chin, dragging me up for another kiss. “There’s no way in hell I’m waiting any longer.”

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GIANNA

“Are you nervous?”

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