He steals my mouth in a kiss that shoots down to my fingertips and toes. I wind myself around him and roll my hips on him. He groans. “Six months with twins.”
“I’m going to get really big,” I warn him.
“More of you to love.”
The same thing he said when I was first pregnant. Roman proves it by drowning me in kisses that spark love, lust, and everything that goes with it. His mouth flows down my neck and to my breasts. He lifts me enough to get his pants down, then rips my leggings right down the middle.
I gasp. “You could have-”
“Impatient,” He reminds me, grinding against me.
I tremble. I’m already soaked for Roman, but the fact that we’re doing this so wildly so impulsively is amazing. It’s such a huge turn-on that I can’t resist him. I’m so ready for my husband to show me every bit of his love and happiness. I want us to enjoy this pregnancy – what we have left of it – the same way we’ve enjoyed the last few months.
Roman holds me in place and thrusts into me hard. We moan together. I bite his neck. “Don’t you dare be gentle.”
He chuckles and nips my ear. “Impossible with you. Requires too much control.”
“And I ruin your control,” I croon in Italian.
He groans and kisses me hard, nibbling my bottom lip, giving me everything he can as he thrusts into me again and again. Every thrust fills me with more pleasure. It’s so intense and overwhelming and soRoman.
“Be loud.”
“The kids,” I pant.
“Let all of New York hear you moan for me.” He stands, holding me against the railing of our balcony.
My hair dangles over the edge, adding an extra thrill, despite Roman’s arm wrapped tightly around me. I hold onto him, rolling my hips to take him deeper again and again. We groan together and Roman lets out strings of curses in Italian as we fuck hard and fast.
“Down,” I order him.
He sets me on my feet and manages to take a single step back. I turn around, grabbing the railing, then wiggle my ass at my husband. He grins, swats my ass, then fills me again. We moan together as my pussy tightens around him.
I’m already on the edge. I think holding out is impossible when it comes to my husbands. Roman’s breath fills my ear. “Come for me, Bambina. I want to hear you come apart for me.”
I whimper. “I’m so close.”
Roman lifts my thigh to bury himself even deeper inside me. I can’t handle it. I can’t handle him or his quickies that feel more like the main event. My head falls back and I let everything out as I come.
My voice echoes from the balcony and Roman snarls against my neck as he jerks me harder against him and grinds against me hard. Two more quick thrusts and he sighs my name. He rubs my hips and kisses up my neck.
“Bambina, you are ...”
I smile as I catch my breath. “I’m wonderful and lucky to have you and the guys all to myself. I’m the lucky one.”
“Are you?” Roman asks seriously. “From where I am, we’re lucky to have you, Sophie. You make us better, give us children, and have made our lives a dream.”
I turn around, hugging him tightly, and kiss him. Roman kisses me back, stroking through my hair and drawing back to hug me tightly. I tremble in his arms and close my eyes as I breathe in his delicious cologne.
“You’ve given us everything, Sophia. A lesser person would have run away from having all of us. But you ... you thrive with us and have made us the best we could possibly be,” He says in my ear. “Our kids are lucky to have us too.”
I bask in absolute joy for the next few days until Monday rolls around and Gunner and Nick say goodbye to the kids and head out. My eyes catch on Nick and I remember. I’m owed a secret.
And I expect to get my secret. Even if that means talking to my father. But I’ll try to be good – I promise myself that – until Holden appears and sighs. “I have to go in too.”
I gape at him. “Hold?”
“Daddy!” Cora pouts. “I go!”