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Tasha was supposed to be here but well, one of the Syndicate members we’ve been tracking who we now know was involved in the sex-trafficking ring Donahue was a part of, was spotted in California and she wanted to deal with it immediately. My involvement with the FBI has been kept low profile due to my job as a professor at Columbia but also because I do not have the yearning to be away from my wife longer than I have to be.
Jonas didn’t invite his teammates due to the mischief we have coordinated with Aleksi and Ivan Sokolov, Elena’s bodyguard, who are currently tracking Sofia. So when I hear my phone ringing and see it’s Maksim, I’m a little surprised. “This is unexpected.”
Maksim huffs out a soft laugh. “My wife just showed me the pictures Raven sent her. Congratulations.”
“Thank you. It feels good to be a married man.”
I glance over to see Raven and Damon dancing closely together to the soft music playing. Jonas is dancing with both Elena and Amelia, making them laugh as he twirls them. His sister sits holding her new baby as her husband, Theo, deals with the older ones. They’ve been coming around a lot more often as well. Both with Elena and alone. Both Henry’s or as I’ve called themTheHenry’s sit at the table talking and eating with Enrique. I blink, feeling the corners of my mouth lift with the realization I’ve gone from having absentee parents and not even one cousin to a full room of people I can call family.
All because one dark little angel of death dry-humped me on a damp carpet in the restricted manuscripts and archives section of a dimly-lit library hiding secrets.
Maksim grunts in agreement. “Listen, I’m sure you know how it is, wanting to make your wife happy and all, so I wanted to invite you to my family’s villa in Verona.”
I furrow my brows. “I’m pretty sure Aleksi told you what we’re doing for our honeymoon?”
“Which is why I’m calling. She’s been captured, friend. He’ll be sending you the coordinates soon. But I meant when you’re done? We’ll be heading to Verona tomorrow. I have a few things to settle with my father’s lawyers over the vineyards and of course, my wife is very sad she missed your wedding. I think this would be a good way for you all to truly relax after your post-wedding… activities. A well-deserved honey after the moon.”
I think about it, watching our nephews grab Raven by the hands, dragging her away from Damon and begin to dance with her to a faster paced song. She laughs with them, signing and they sign back. She does a weird version of some dance and they mimic her. She’s going to be a great mother and I plan on keeping her pregnant for averylong time. “Is the villa bigenough? I’m not going to lie to you, Maks, I have other things planned.”
This time he laughs heartily. “There’s an entire other section of the villa that’s never used. You’ll probably only see us for breakfast and whatever other trouble our wives get up to.”
I groan. The last bit of trouble included them playingstrip-hide-and-seekin the cemetery in the middle of the night with the cops being called by Mrs. Silverstein. Yes, they were very drunk. “Let me talk to them. This last bit is our wedding gift to Raven so…”
“I get it. No worries. Just wanted to extend the invitation. Congratulations again.”
“Thank you. Do me a favor and call again in a day or two. I need you to ask Raven yourself. She hates surprises.” I hang up and go join The Henry’s and Enrique to watch my wife be silly with her twin brothers-in-law.
Mywife.
Fuck.
My beastpurrsand I can feel my eyes dilating, zeroing in on my wife’s dancing form. Oh yeah… I can't wait to punish her later for whatever fate she chooses for Sofia.
Chapter Eleven
Raven.
I thought I was going to get capital F-U-C-K-E-Dfucked.
Not have to catch a fucking jet to… wherever we’re going. Ughhhhh.Anothersurprise. Well, they said it was the last one and that we had to get to where we’re going quickly, whichiskind of exciting. And wearein my abuelo’s jet so I’m pretty sure we’re going to Spain. Plus, every surprise so far has been really awesome. Especially the night at Inferno. I’ve never been so sore after sex. Or bruised. I had to take this entire week off sex and amp up my Kegel routine. Even Damon was tender and didn’t check for “internal bruising.”
Pfft.
Okay, I'm a brat.
A horny, needy little brat. But it’stheirfault. So you know… they should do something about it.It is their husbandly duties, after all.
I sit back in my pod with a huff and cross my arms then look down at my ring. Fuck it’s so pretty. They did so well choosing it. And I have to admit the rings I chose for them look pretty great on their fingers. Little sparks of happiness make me internally scream and I kick my feet. OH MY GOD I’MMARRIED! AH!
Which is why I should be gettingdecimatedright now. I sigh. We’re four hours into our flight and all my guys are taking a nap on the plane and I’m the only one awake. I look over at Jonas sleeping beside me. He’s so beautiful. Damon and Maverick are across from me in their pods looking in our direction. I lean over to kiss Jonas’ forehead and then lean back again, trying to get settled. I face Jonas, grab my blanket, pull it over me, and let my mind go over every little detail of today. God, that cheesecake was incredible.
I frown, a little upset I didn’t bring any to enjoy as a midnight snack as I feel myself drift off.
I wake up to fingers gently massaging my clit, roving over and over, tenderly pinching and tapping. I’m being played with so sweetly I know exactly who’s trying to wake me up. I open my eyes to the dimly lit cabin and see Jonas’s bright smirk. He lifts his finger to his lip in shushing motion and I nod, letting that sensation take over. I notice the arm that separates us is up and out of the way so I move closer so I can kiss my husband, rocking into his strong, dexterous fingers, playing with me in expert precision. I run my fingers to his lap to find him hard and ready for me.
I stifle a moan, sliding my tongue against his as I lower his sweatpants. He lifts his hips, removing his hand from me just long enough to push them down. He’s hard, heavy and hot when I touch him. His dick is already weeping pre-cum and when I run my thumb over the fat head, he inhales sharply, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. I swear I can hear his praise in my mind.
I really fell for Jonas Anderson.
