Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
He searched my expression for any hint of doubt. “That’s what you really want?”
“Absolutely.” I couldn’t wait to start building a life with him there. “But if you want to live somewhere else, we totally can. I just want to be with you.”
“So damn sweet,” he murmured. “Which is why I couldn’t help falling in love with you so quickly.”
Hearing those three little words from him made butterflies swirl in my belly. “I love you, too.”
“Thank fuck.” He gave me a quick but hard kiss. “We’ll toss our shit into the back of your Jeep and my truck so we can get a head start on moving into your place.”
“Damn, Ink.” Onyx clapped him on the back. “You’re a kept man now.”
King slapped Onyx on the back of his head, but Matteo ignored him. “You’re gonna meet my mamma sooner than expected.”
“How come?” I asked.
“Even with him gone for so many years, she still loves my father as much as the day she married him.” He reached for my left hand, brushing his over my ring finger. “The ring he gave her means the world to my mamma, but she’s always said that the day I bring the woman I’m gonna make my wife to meet her is when she’ll pass it along to her new daughter.”
Happy tears spilled from my eyes. “Did you just ask me to marry you in the sweetest way possible, even though it was completely unplanned and spur of the moment?”
“Nope,” he whispered against my lips before claiming a deep kiss. “That was me telling you that you’re going to be my wife. And soon.”
Less than an hour later, his mom did exactly what he said. And then she helped us plan one of the quickest weddings in history. I walked down the aisle to him surrounded by my newly found family—the Hounds of Hellfire and the DeLucas—with King at my side and my best friend only a few feet in front of me.
EPILOGUE
INK
Annika was in the kitchen cooking something that smelled like my favorite dessert when I walked in the door. I grinned and sauntered behind her.
“Ciao, dolcezza,” I murmured as I slid my arms around her, resting my palms on her belly and burying my face in her hair. “You smell amazing.”
Annika giggled and leaned back against me.
“I do? Or my cinnamon rolls do?”
After taking another deep inhale, I whispered in her ear, “Doesn’t matter, they’re both making me hungry.”
A shiver raced down her spine, and I smirked as I pushed her hair to the side and over her shoulder. My lips glided over the soft skin of her jaw, and one of my hands sneaked under her skirt to cup her pussy over her underwear. “It drives me insane to think about anyone else smelling your delicious treats.”
Annika leaned her head back on my shoulder and looked up at me. “Except, I don’t care what any of them think. You’re the only one I’m interested in tempting.”
She winked, and I couldn’t help smiling at how damn cute she was.
Her lips suddenly curled down into a pout. “Besides, it’s not like there aren’t plenty of women out there drooling over my man. Especially when you’re inking them.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve thoroughly staked your claim, dolcezza,” I teased.
Shortly after we were married, I’d come into work one day to find a blown-up wedding photo hung at my station.
My wife was soft and sweet, but if you messed with someone she loved, she turned fierce. I often teased her that her inner fiery Italian was showing. But truthfully, I loved when she got possessive over me. It was hot as fuck.
“Come shower with me, and I’ll remind you who we both belong to.” I swung her into my arms and stalked out of the kitchen.
“My cinnamon rolls!” she protested half-heartedly.
“Midnight snack,” I grunted. “I’ll be plenty full when I’m done eating you, baby.”
Once we were in our bedroom, I went straight to the large bathroom and set her on the counter before walking over to the shower and turning the water on. Returning to her, I licked my lips as I began removing her clothes. “Then I’m going to feed my cock to that sexy mouth of yours before I fill your pussy with my come.”
It was tempting to shoot my load down her throat, but I didn’t want to waste any of my seed outside her womb until I knew she was knocked up.
“I made an appointment with a doctor,” she blurted out.
My fingers halted, and my worried gaze flew up to hers.
“What the fuck, Annika? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“I’m not,” she insisted, her hands batting at mine when I tried to put her clothes back on her. “Not really.”
“I’m taking you right now.”
She cupped her cheeks and smiled. “Can’t you think of another reason I might need to see a doctor, Matteo? Pretty sure it’s been a top priority lately, so I’m surprised you’ve overlooked it.”