Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
It’ll be good for him. I’ll just have to distract myself from the endless worries plaguing my mind when he isn’t around.
“How are you feeling? About my mom taking him?”
“Nervous. I trust your mom, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. He needs this, he needs to trust himself and know that I trust him.”
I look at Enzo and lean in to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss. Over the past couple of days, I’ve been growing more used to the easy affection that Enzo offers and been working on offering it back to him.
When his tongue enters my mouth, I know what I plan on doing while Alice takes Matteo to the park.
Alice comes into the room, already bundled for the late winter chill of March. She’s carrying layers of sweatshirts and jackets for Matteo, and a pair of snow boots that she must have bought for him because they don’t look familiar at all. Now that I think about it, neither does that winter coat.
“Did you or your father pay for the new wardrobe your mom is building for Matteo?” I whisper to him. Alice heard me anyway, if the glimmer in her eyes is anything to go by.
Enzo groans. “Do you know how doomed my bank account is if we ever have a daughter?”
“Hush. You have enough money for a few lifetimes. Using your credit card to make sure that my grandson has snow boots is hardly going to bankrupt you,” Alice says.
“Nonna!” Matteo says, abandoning his breakfast and jumping off the kitchen stool to get closer to one of his favorite people. The feeling is mutual, and Alice beams at him.
“Did mommy say yes?”
He nods his head, bouncing up and down on the soles of his feet. Alice stretches out a hand for him to take, which he does enthusiastically, and they bound out of the room together.
The anxiety is immediate. I gnaw on my bottom lip as Matteo eagerly chatters away about what he wants to do once they get to the park. The swings have always been his favorite, but he’s become more fond of the slide lately.
“He’ll be okay.”
“I know,” I say. My voice is a low whisper, but under the layer of anxiety, I know Enzo won’t let anything happen to him. He added more cameras all over the property, and he and Andy have been vetting everyone who has access to the house. Even the men they trust the most have been under question.
To distract myself from the anxiety, I weave a hand behind his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. When our lips meet, I waste no time to deepen the kiss. I let his mouth and tongue distract me from my worries, washing them away in the heat of the moment.
He pulls away from me. “I have two regrets about the first time I met you. The first is that I let you leave. I should have just kept you here with me forever.”
“And what’s the second?”
“That I fucked you on a bench instead of a bed. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you what it should have been the first time that we made love. “
I don’t share his regret about the bench. It wasn’t what I pictured, and it certainly wasn’t something you would find in fairytales, but it was raw, and it was real. I nod my head in agreement anyway, because I’m not stupid. If Enzo thinks he owes me a session of sweet sex, then I’m happy to collect from him.
He turns me around on the barstool and guides me to wrap my legs around his hips. The sleep shorts I wore last night are just on the right side of indecent, and he uses that to his advantage. He grips onto my upper thigh and I have to fling my arms around him when he lifts me up. The entire time, he never removes his lips from mine, even when I squeal from the movement.
“Hi,” I say. I’m giggling as he presses his forehead to mine. Our bodies are pressed tightly together and I can feel how turned on he is, but instead of grinding on me or squeezing where he has his hands, he kisses my nose.
Then he squeezes my ass and thrusts his covered cock into me. Balance. If he was too sweet, I’d wonder where my fiance went.
He walks me through the living room. I don’t realize we aren’t alone until we hear hoots and hollers. I bury my head in his neck, not wanting to see who’s witnessing this. Someone, I think Gio, yells out, “Baby number two on the way.”
The words make me freeze. Enzo and I had spoken about me going on birth control, but I hadn’t. There hadn’t been time for me to go see a doctor. And since then, he’s definitely come inside of me.