Page 134 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

The girls were seated with Luca and Matteo, while we stayed in the back, with the double stroller.

I didn’t think it was possible to be so fucking happy. Yet, I was. My eyes lingered on my wife and son, then to my mother holding my other son. We had twin boys. The world was so fucking right that I was scared that someone would fuck it up. Take it all away from me.

It scared me how much I had to lose. But that was a good thing, because it meant we had something valuable. Something incredible.

Bianca shifted, leaning further into me and accidentally grinding against my cock. It was all it took for my wife to get me hard. I groaned softly and her face turned my way with an innocent expression, but her eyes gave her away. They twinkled mischievously.

“What’s the matter, husband?” she asked softly as the priest gave his blessings to Luciano’s little girl.

“Are you trying to torment me?” I whispered softly against her ear.

She shifted her body again, brushing against my erection. “Not at all,” she purred. “Just getting you back for being a sneaky husband and switching my birth control pills with vitamins. Prenatal vitamins at that.”

Yep, she was pissed off when she found that out. I never saw a woman go from ecstatically happy to find out she was pregnant to murderous rage at my fucked up ways.

I gently bit into her earlobe. “But look what we got,” I murmured. “Now we have four beautiful kids.”

Her mouth sought out mine, and I took it hungrily. I’d never get enough of her.

“Do you want more kids?” she whispered against my lips.

“Fuck, yeah.” I suspected we’d have a large family, especially considering I couldn’t keep my hands off my wife. “But you have to recover first.”

“So no more switching my pills,” she taunted.

“No more,” I promised. “You tell me when you are ready.”

She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck, our baby cooing in her arms. Some days, I felt like my chest would just explode. Fucking explode from all the love and happiness.

“I won’t go back on the pill,” she murmured low against my neck. “If it happens,bene. If it doesn’t, that’s fine too.” She lifted her head, our eyes connected and I nodded in acknowledgement. Her tongue traced lightly across my lips. “I could put the baby in the stroller and ask Nancy to keep an eye on the kids.” My cock hardened at her proposition. “And we could get started today.” Her voice was a soft whisper. God, I loved this woman so much. She had given me her mouth while she recovered, but I felt like a bastard taking it. Fucking my wife’s mouth was heaven but nothing compared to her pussy. “I want to inspect your new tattoo,” she purred. “It gets me so hot.”

I gently took the baby from her arms, stood up from my seat, and put our little Dominico into the stroller. He never even stirred. He was mama's boy and slept like her too.

“Nancy,” Bianca called out in a hushed tone. “Nico wants to see-” she fumbled with an excuse. “Some flowers.” I stifled a choked laugh. I would never be looking at fucking flowers. “Can you keep an eye on the kids please?”

She blushed and it was enough to tell my mother what the deal was. My wife’s eyes darted to our girls who were still glued next to their uncles.

“Of course.” My mother wasn’t fooled, her eyes twinkled with amusement. She looked younger and happier than I ever recalled. Nicoletta was still a dark, somber shadow, and her loss would never completely heal, but we all learned to live with it and cherish our present. Our family was priceless.

“Let’s go look at the flowers.” Bianca dragged me by my hand towards the opposite side of the yard.

The moment we were out of the earshot, I chuckled. “Flowers? You better leave lying to me, Cara Mia.”

“Whatever.”

We were right by the entrance to Mr. Vitale’s, Luciano’s father, greenhouse, and I urged my wife inside it. It would be empty, and there were no cameras in there. I hungered for her, but I’d kill any man that saw bliss on her face as she orgasmed. That was all mine and only mine. The moment the door shut behind us, I reached for her ass and lifted her, her legs wrapped around my waist.

She slammed her mouth on mine. This craving for her, starvation for her never eased. It grew with each day, filling all the empty spaces in my heart. I loved her more with each passing day. She and our family were my everything. I’d burned down this world to keep them protected.

I broke our kiss and sought out her eyes. “I love you, Nico,” she murmured softly. I loved hearing those words from my wife. I’d never tire of them. “So damn much, it scares me sometimes.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “I want to tattoo your name across the heart in my chest. You are mine and I’m yours. Forever. Nothing will ever keep me away from you.”

I set my hand around her neck, right over her frantic pulse and like always, she leaned into my touch. I slammed my mouth against hers and she returned the kiss.

“Yours,” she murmured against my lips. “I need you now.”

Pinning her against the hard wall and my hips, I tore open the front of my pants and pushed her panties to one side. Our mouths collided again, hungrily as I impaled her in one rough thrust. God, it was always amazing with her. Every time was amazing and different. I’d lose my mind without her.

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