Page 109 of There Are No Words

It’d become our nightly ritual, and I wondered if I’d ever want to go back to The Black Sheep. Jack was holding down the fort, and I was so glad for it because this time with Gina meant the world to me.

I skimmed my gaze across her delicate frame. Her skin was pale but so smooth that I finally understood what people were getting at when they talked about a baby’s skin. Her cheeks had a hint of color, though, an almost rosy tint to them, much like Allegra’s. Her eyes were closed now, but when they did open, they were almond-shaped and brown. When she looked up at me with those big eyes, she stole my heart. My heart was no longer mine. It belonged to my favorite girls—Allegra and Gina. And I couldn’t forget about Tipsy, of course.

I grasped her hand in mine, mesmerized by how tiny she was. Shifting my gaze, I looked around the nursery—my gift to her and Allegra—and was eternally grateful that I’d followed my gut when designing the nursery. I took in the purple walls and star pattern. It felt so right for this little one, this little angel sent to us from heaven—for her to be surrounded by the stars.

“Your mom knows so much about the stars and constellations and horoscopes. She’s been teaching me and it’s become one of my favorite pastimes, listening to her. You’llenjoy it, too. Her eyes light up in this way, and it’s like she makes you see the whole world differently,” I said, talking to Gina as she slept in my arms.

I bent my head and kissed the top of hers. How had I gotten so lucky? I must’ve done something right in my life to be holding this bundle of joy in my arms, to be loved by one of the most incredible women, and to be accepted into the fold of the Morelli family.

One man couldn’t be this lucky. At least, that had been what I’d always thought.

I would’ve settled for a lot less than this, but take my advice on this one, okay? Don’t settle.

Allegra had once told me that shooting for the stars wasn’t so hard. All you had to do was believe your shot would pay off and you’d get everything you ever dreamed of. Well, like with most things, she was right. Love was endless, especially the love I had for the family Allegra and I had created.

When Allegra opened her apartment door to me and invited me into her life as her roommate, she cracked open my heart, and it had been beating for her ever since. It was because of her that I was a father to the most beautiful baby girl I’d ever laid eyes on. Yes, technically, it had been our one-night stand that’d made this possible, so I had a part in it, too. But Allegra’s brazen attitude was due all the credit. She’d asked for what she’d wanted that night at The Black Sheep, and I thanked my lucky stars every day that it was me. That she wanted me that night.

“I’ll always be here for you, Gina Jo. You’ll never be alone in this world, do you hear me? You’re very fortunate, because you were born into a big, beautiful family,” I whispered, unable to peel my eyes from her this time.

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Allegra

“I can’t believe we still can’t have sex.” I pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. “What’s the point of getting Gina and Tipsy to bed if we can’t have a little fun of our own?”

Chuckling, Brady leaned against the headboard, wearing nothing more than boxers. “You heard the doc,” he reminded me. “You need time to heal. Plus, imagine how sore you’d be.”

I leaned over and brushed a kiss on his cheek. As I backed up, I blew seductively into his ear, trying to egg him on. “Maybe, but they don’t know how big you are. I’m sore no matter when we have sex.”

Brady shifted and sat on his side now, propping his head up with his elbow, his hand finding my breast as he leaned over to kiss my neck. “We can do other things, though.”

I liked the way my man thought.

My eyes moved over his body, and I shook my head, wetting my lips as my gaze traced his torso. I was obsessed with his body—the ridges and valleys, the hard lines of his abs. He had no hair on his chest, either, and I loved the way it was so smooth, the way his cheetah tattoo sat right there, looking on.

Rolling on top of him, I braced my arms on either side of him and swiped my tongue across his tattoo. I purred and raked at his arms with my nails. Swallowing hard, I offered, “I can make you feel good.” I continued my descent down his torso, licking every inch of his chest and working my way down his body.

But Brady shook his head, his hand weaving its way under my lingerie, intent on my breasts. “I like to makeyoufeel good. Everything I do is for you.” He pulled the lingerie up and I raised my arms so he could take it off completely.

“I know,” I replied simply, letting my gaze fall down on him as his hadn’t left my breasts, “but you can make me feel goodwhen the doctor gives me the thumbs up, and we can finally have sex again.” I reached out and placed my hand over his boxers, coming in contact with his length. “Until then, tell me what would make you feel good, Brady.”

He let out another low groan and clenched his jaw, clearly trying to remain in control. I didn’t want him to, though. I wanted him to lose control.

“Fuck, Allegra. I want to play with your tits,” he said, continuing to stare at the way they were hanging freely over him. He pulled me down on top of him and I let them glide across his chest as I scooted lower on him, intent on something else. “They always make me feel good,” he said, reaching for them like they were his playthings.

Not the answer I was hoping for, but I couldn’t lie, I loved the way he loved my chest. I supposed some men liked asses, and some liked boobs. Who knew I’d wind up with a boob man?

“How glad are you that I can’t breastfeed anymore?” I asked thinking back to the doctor’s suggestion that I stop breastfeeding since Gina hadn’t taken to it well.

Throwing his head back in laughter, Brady replied, “Even our daughter knows they’re mine.”

How I loved the way he got possessive over my body. . . I stroked his length and bit the bottom of my lip, holding back a moan. I ached for his hard, thick cock to be inside me. But I knew that couldn’t happen right now.

And if my enjoying it in other ways wasn’t what made him happy, then. . .

“Do it,” I finally dared him, knowing he wanted to have his way with my breasts. A fire burned in my eyes as I narrowed them. My gaze never once left his cock, though, which I was still working. “This is about you, so give my breasts the attention you think they deserve.”

He let out a growl that came from deep in his throat. It was hot. It was sexy. And it was unleashed. Brady’s control had snapped.

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