Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Don’t get used to hearing me say this, but you were right. Never again. Half the fucking city is here, and I don’t even know all of them, not to mention all the family members who were hiding and came out of the woodwork. And yeah, you were right,” I grouse. Then I continuing about the Delaney meeting Pierre thing. I’m not sure she’ll listen, but I’ll tell her anyway, “Your job with the guys is done. Leave them be. Let them navigate it. Delaney wants things slow, and you need to respect that.” Journey rolls her eyes. She knows it’s the truth. The only good thing that came from this second wedding is knowing we’re running away for a real honeymoon this time around. No work for either of us, which also means no phone, making the time for one another while we’re gone for two weeks. I tried to convince Journey to take a trip to the Pacific Northwest, seeing the Snoqualmie Falls and getting to experience some cooler weather. That was a no-go for my wife, who’s inevitably freezing. It doesn’t matter when or where, she’s cold, even during her hospital stay when she complained to the nurse that another blanket was needed. The nurse documented it and then ran more tests. The tubes of blood taken from her body were more than I cared to think about, and all the tests came back fine, including a negative pregnancy test.
“How do those words taste coming out of your mouth?” Journey asks, waiting entirely too long to use that quote from a movie. I pull her closer, allowing her to feel what she does to me in the dress that’s form fitting to her body, showcasing her curves in all the right ways. Plus, I know my wife forgoes a bra and underwear when she wears dresses, giving me the easy access, which I’ll be taking advantage of sooner rather than later.
“Hmm, seems like I have something for that mouth of yours, Journey.” The sharp intake of breath lets me know that I’m not the only one who isn’t unaffected. “Tell me, vita mia, is your pussy wet for me? Is it weeping at the thought of me sliding my cock deep and hard inside of you, hands bound above your head as I use my mouth on those berry-tipped nipples that are hard and pebbled and begging for me?” I wedge my thigh between her legs, heightening the sensation she’s currently feeling.
“Nico.” The softness in her voice, the way her eyelids flutter closed, I know we won’t last long here at our own reception. A reception that’s entirely too long after a formal Italian-style wedding in a cathedral. I never experienced annoyance as much as I did earlier today, having to go through our vows a second time.
“Hold that thought. My mother and your father are on their way to dance with us, and I’m pretty sure neither of them wants to know what we were talking about.” My head lowers until I’m whispering into her ear, my cock slowly deflating at the thought of dancing with my mother.
“You started it. You always start it, Nico.”
“Yeah, and I’ll finish it later, too.” I nip her earlobe then pull back, spinning her body until she’s in front of her father. My mom is smiling big and brightly, already scheming something else, I’m sure.
“Il mio bambino.” Mom skirts around where Journey and her father are talking quietly while they dance together.
“Mamma, I’m not sure I can be your baby boy anymore.” She pats my cheek, telling me what she wants without a word. I dip my head down so Mom can kiss both of my cheeks.
“You’ll always be my baby boy. Nothing you can do about it either. One day, you and Journey will see. Hopefully, that one day comes soon. It’s been too long since we’ve had a baby in the family. Work on that, will you?” My hand is holding hers, the other gripping my bicep as I lead her around the dance floor. Others may have thought that my father ran the show. Little do they know it was my mom always in his corner, making sure things ran like a well-oiled engine, and if shit came up when Dad was working, Mom took care of it.
“I’ll work on that. Maybe after the honeymoon.” Journey and I haven’t discussed the timeframe on when we’d start having children. If it were up to me, the fucking birth control pills would have been flushed down the toilet, one by one, until they all disappeared. I’ve even threatened it a time or two after the incident with Petrov. If I learned one thing, it was that you never know what’s going to happen. Your life could be taken away at any given moment, and it’s time for us to start doing just that: living.