The kids are finally asleep and we ease each door shut but leave the one adjoining the rooms open so they still feel like they are together. They have always shared a room. I don’t think it will be as easy as they hope it will be. They will miss the bunk beds; I know it.
“So, where is my room?” I ask Luca, knowing what the answer will be, but I want to drive him a little crazy. I want to tell him tonight. I want to tell him the truth that Olivia and Oliver are his.
I also want to know how he hasn’t noticed. They look so much like him. I thought it would be obvious considering the time frame, and let’s not forget the blue eyes.
Now that I think of it, I kind of want to tap him on the back of the head and knock some sense into him. It’s funny when I think about it.
His laugh is sarcastic, and he falls forward, caging me against the nearest wall. His arm falls next to my head, and he leans down, his nose brushing against mine while his free hand flattens across my hip. “You’re adorable if you think you won’t be staying in my room,” he lowers his voice, dark enough to awaken heat in my body but light enough not to wake the kids.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I whisper, focusing on his lips.
I want to feel his stubble scratching the sensitive skin of my thighs as he kisses between my legs.
“Why? Afraid we will do something we have already done?”
“Luca,” his name is a sighed breath of lust leaving me.
“I’ve missed you, Beautiful Girl. I’ve dreamed of you in my bed.” He pushes off the wall and slides his fingers through mine, tugging me to the French doors at the end of the hall.
“Oh, I’d hate to be the one responsible for not making your dreams come true,” I flirt, trying to be seductive as possible with my tone.
“I know. You’ll be a good girl, instead, won’t you?” he swings open his door and slings me inside the room, locking the door behind us, so we aren’t interrupted.
He’s on me the moment we have peace, kissing me with desperation as if I’ll vanish all over again. Luca tugs my shirt off and tosses it somewhere in the room. He groans the moment he cups my breasts, kneading them before reaching back to unclip my bra.
“They’re bigger now,” he hums in appreciation. “So fucking pretty.” The pads of his thumbs rub over each tightened peak, and I whimper for him.
“Luca,” I try to push him away so we can talk before this happens. Before we fall into bed, he has to know the truth because it can change everything.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he checks me up and down.
I shake my head and press my chest against his. “I need to tell you something, and I want to tell you before we do this.”
He rubs the back of his knuckles against my cheek. “I’m listening, Beautiful Girl.”
“You might be mad at me, but I didn’t know how to tell you, and you were a stranger and then…my landlord. I had to give it time. I needed to know you were here for me and not because of the fortune.”
He flinches back as if I hit him. “Do you truly think I’d be with you because of money? Camilla, look around; money is the last thing I need. Do you think that?”
“No, not anymore. You can’t blame me for being paranoid. Remember, I’ve taken care of myself. It’s been a long time since I could trust someone.”
“You trust me?” he asks with a slight smile on his face. It tilts up and to the right.
“I do,” I whisper, curling my fingers against his chest. “The kids, Luca.”
“They are wonderful.”
I can see the truth shining in his eyes.
“They are yours,” I finally say, pushing through the nerves and anxiety. “The kids. They are yours. By blood. Your son and daughter.”
He steps away from me and just…stares.
Luca barely blinks, and I don’t think he has taken a breath.
“Luca? Please, talk to me. Please.”
He’s thinking, and I can see the moment it hits him that what I’m saying is true. “All this time?” he rasps. “I missed five years. Five years, Camilla. Why? Why didn’t you find me? Why…”
My eyes fill with tears, and I cross my arms over my chest to cover myself. “My dad. He sent me away. He made me swear not to come back. He was ashamed of me and disappointed. I didn’t know who you were at the time, and I thought it was just one night. I was going to tell you, but he sent me away, and he said he never wanted to see my face in town again. I didn’t have a choice. He didn’t give me a choice.”
His brows pinch together, and his fingers pop as he curls them into his fist. “You were alone. You were all alone. With my babies. Mine.”
“I was okay.”
“I didn’t know that. I didn’t…I would have…” he rubs his hand down his face and staggers, leaning his weight against the door. “I would have been there. I would have taken care of you. I would have loved you and the kids. You were mine. All of you. And he kept you from me!” he roars, banging his fist against his chest and his face becomes red with rage. “He kept you from me. If he weren’t dead, I’d kill him. He took what was mine,” his voice breaks with anger, sadness, and bitterness.
A tear rolls down his cheek. Just one. He isn’t a man that likes to lose control. “You were alone,” he repeats, the anguish twisting his voice. “You were alone!” he yells, slamming his fist against the wall.
He charges at me, wraps an arm around my waist, and invades my space until the only thing I can see are his lips. “You aren’t alone now. You’re mine. They are mine. None of you will ever be alone again.” Luca slams his mouth on mine, and I can taste the saltiness from the tear. “I’m so sorry, Beautiful Girl. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” He kisses me again, his hand against my neck as he guides my head while his lips melt to mine.
He shucks off his jacket, tie, and shirt. Miles of beautiful olive skin is in front of me, and his body is somehow leaner and more muscular than it was five years ago. He undoes his belt, whipping it off in one swoop, kicks off his shoes, and tugs down his pants.
When he’s naked, he’s on me, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pants before yanking them off me, and I’m standing naked right in front of him for the first time in five years.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He picks me up, hooking my legs around his waist.
We drop to the bed and get lost in each other’s kiss. I don’t know how long we lie there, touching, stroking, tongues sliding against one another, but I know I never want it to stop.
“I won’t miss you again,” he whispers, kissing his way down my chest until he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Miss?” I somehow managed to question what he said.
He kisses down my stomach and presses his lips against the C-section scar I have. His hands clutch my waist before climbing over me again. He spreads my legs with his knee and makes himself comfortable.
“I won’t miss another pregnancy. I want to be with you every second. I want to experience it all with you. Just like we should have five years ago. I have so much time to make up for. And I can’t wait any longer—” he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance. “Already so fucking wet for me. Did you keep this pussy safe for me? Is it all mine?”
I nod, rolling my nipples between my fingers. “Only you. Didn’t have time with you know…raising your kids.”
With a hand on my throat, he thrusts in, stealing my breath with his size.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His hand gives my throat a squeeze. “I never forgot how good this pussy feels. I’m glad you didn’t have time. I’m glad you were too busy raising our kids. Nobody touches this body except for me. Nobody, do you understand?” He slides out, leaving me empty and aching. “Do you?”
“Yes!” I cry out when he slams in, touching the parts of me that no other has touched except him.
“I’m going to fill this pretty pussy all over again.” He yanks my hair back, and I hiss from the sting. “And again. And again,” he snarls, snapping his hips. “I’m going to fill you with every drop every time I’m inside you until you’re pregnant all over again.”
“Luca—” I gasp, getting wetter from the thought of him being by my side during the pregnancy.
He groans when he feels and hears how much slicker I am. “You like that thought, don’t you? You love the thought of being full of me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “I do. I’ve wanted this for too long.”
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go with a soft pop. “You’ll never have to go without me again.” He moves against me, his cock filling me until I can’t take another inch, and he moves quicker with every stroke. “You’ll never start your day without me inside you, and you’ll never fall asleep until I get my fill.”
My fingers drift up his back and dig my nails into the thick ropes of muscle.
“God, you don’t know how much I’ve craved being inside you.” He lifts me onto his knees and gathers my legs, placing them on his shoulders. It changes how his cock hits the spot inside me. “You’re so tight.” His eyes roll, then he kisses the side of my knee, pressing his cheek against my leg as he fucks me.
“Luca!” I cry out his name, and he covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my screams as he curls his hips at the perfect moment.
He leans down and kisses me again. It’s messy and not at all guided. It’s hot. Teeth clink together. Our tongue search for one another, but all we can do to truly bring us closer together is breathe in each other’s exhales.
“You have to be quiet.” He brings his lips to my ear and chuckles. “We don’t want to wake the kids. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I nod, whimpering again. His body feels too good against mine. Every hard muscle of his flexes and every hard drive of his cock pushes me closer to orgasm.
“Can you be quiet?” he asks, licking a path down my neck before blowing cool air on it. “Can you be quiet while I fuck this pussy for the first time in five years?”
I shake my head, pressing my hands against his to keep it over my mouth. I moan again, and he finds the strength to fuck me harder. My tits bounce in response, and his eyes fall to my chest, watching them with blown pupils.
Sweat gathers along his temples, and he bites his bottom lip into his mouth before flipping our positions. He’s on his back, and I’m on top of him.
“You look so good up there, Camilla. I’ve imagined this way too many times to count.”
My hands find his chest, and my hair falls around my face, cascading down my shoulders like a curtain. “I’ve never….” I don’t know how to admit the rest. How am I back at this moment? It’s like time rewound itself, and I’m a virgin all over again.
“And you have no idea what that does to me. You look gorgeous sitting on my cock. I love your body. I wish you could see yourself how I see you.” His hands roam up my body, skimming over my breasts before sliding back down and kneading them. “You’ve changed but for the better in every single way.” His hand falls to my C-section scar again, and I rock my hips, his praise giving me the confidence to move. Luca’s eyes fall shut, and he grunts, nostrils flaring as I pick up speed. “That’s it. You’re a fucking natural riding my cock.”
“You feel so good. You stretch me so much.” I grip his pecs, rolling my hips as fast as I can, and the bed slams against the wall. “Luca, I’m close.”
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it; come with me.” His fingers dive between my legs and play with my clit, rolling it gently, and my thighs tremble just as my toes curl.
I toss my head back and shout, forgetting all about the kids, and let the pleasure ignite my body.
Luca flips me onto my back and plummets me through my orgasm before planting himself as far and deep as he can. “Fuck! Yes,” he sneers, licking the sweat off his top lip before planting a kiss on me. “Camilla,” he whispers, slowing his strokes to shallow thrusts, pushing himself through his come. “So good, baby. So good,” he croons, pushing my hair out of my face before kissing the tip of my nose.
He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he maneuvers us until I’m little spoon and he is wrapped around me. He kisses my shoulder and covers us up with the blanket.
“Thank you for giving me everything I’ve wanted in life,” he whispers. “And if you aren’t sure, everything I’ve ever wanted has been with you.”
I smile, taking his hand in mine, and let his heartbeat sing me to sleep.
I’m finally home.
