A delighted smile spreads over my face. “Really? That’s the loveliest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“You’re who we want for the mother of our children. Someone who’s sweet and loving and who will protect them at all costs. I know you’ll give them all the love they could want and more, and you’ll fight like a tigress to keep them from harm.”
I wrap my hands around his waist and gaze up at him. “All that’s true, but there’s another reason, too.”
“What is it?”
I look up at him. “It’s because I love you.”
His eyes glow and he cups my face in his hands. “You do?”
“You’re my beautiful, clever man who never fails to make me feel wonderful.”
“Well, that’s the loveliest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” His smile fades, but his eyes are as bright as ever. “I love you, too, kitten. Not just for who you are, but for what you’ve done for all of us. We were waiting for you for nine long years. Thank you for not making us wait a day more.”
He kisses me beneath the rushing water, his arms wrapped around me. They found me, and I’m never leaving their sides.
We get out of the shower together and dry off. As he’s rubbing his hair with a towel in my bedroom, he glances at his phone. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I see that my own phone is lighting up with messages and pick it up to unlock it. Salvatore has texted the group chat, Sorry, Vinicius. I think I dented your car when I punched it earlier.
Vinicius starts toward the door and replies, What??
Salvatore sends a picture of a red Lamborghini with a cartoon anvil crushing the hood. Lorenzo and Cassius reply with laughter and emojis, and I stifle a giggle.
Vinicius sends back, Oh, haha, and tosses his phone onto the bed. “What are you grinning about, kitten?”
I’m still getting used to the idea of getting pregnant and I will worry about them even more if they have a baby to protect, but right at this moment, I feel nothing but in love with four beautiful men.
I shake my head, smiling. “Just that the fathers of my future children are a bunch of big kids.”
9
Lorenzo
I stare at the message Chiara sent to the group chat a few hours ago. I love you all.
She loves us.
All of us.
I don’t know who she told first and who was last, but I’m surprised to find I don’t care and I have no interest in finding out. Chiara’s words are a warm weight in my chest. She loves me.
She loves us.
It’s been a week since Ginevra had the baby and we all fucked Chiara over Vinicius’ car. Every chance I get I’ve been sliding my hand over Chiara’s stomach, feeling her belly. The others are doing it, too. There’s nothing to feel, but there will be soon. She’s probably not pregnant yet, but we’re in there.
In fact, I hope she’s not pregnant yet because getting her that way is so fucking hot I almost don’t want it to end.
Everyone’s suddenly obsessed with sex. Even more than usual, that is. The others keep turning up at the compound at random hours of the night. I hear the gate grinding open, footsteps coming along the corridor and the sound of Chiara’s bedroom door opening and closing.
I give them a few minutes to settle in, then quietly open Chiara’s door and enjoy the show. Salvatore likes her on her back so he can kiss her. Cassius loves her on top, his hands cupping her breasts while he thrusts up into her. Vinicius prefers her from behind so he can watch himself screwing her in the mirror. No one’s finishing on her tits, in their hand, or pulling out. These men are on a mission.
Two weeks into Chiara’s sleep being broken every other night, she sits at my kitchen counter yawning over her morning coffee. There are shadows beneath her eyes and she looks exhausted.
“If you want to sleep through the night, just tell me and I’ll lock the front gate.”
She rubs her eyes and yawns again. “You know that they’re all coming here?”
“Princess, I fucking watch.”
“You do? Lorenzo, you big perve. How come you’re not creeping into my room like the others?” Chiara stops rubbing and frowns at me. “Come to think of it, we haven’t had sex for more than a week. Why?”
I have my reasons. “Do you need more dicks in your life right now? Are you not swamped with dick?”
Chiara laughs. “God. So much dick. But what happened to the competitive man I know and love?”
I give her a wicked smile. “I have your cycle written down. You’re not fertile for another three days.”
She suddenly chokes on her coffee. “Oh, my God, you’re monitoring my cycle? I don’t even know that.”
I go over to her and wipe milk foam from her lip and lean in close. Does she think I’m going to leave this kind of thing to chance? “Of course I am. I’ve been circling the days on my calendar. So guess what? When you’re fertile, the gate is going to be locked that day. And the next day. And the day after that. It’s going to be locked at night as well. No one’s getting in or out, and that includes you.”
Her eyebrows creep up her forehead. “What?”
I smile and rub my thumb over her lower lip. My princess, all mine for three days while I fuck her senseless until I’m sure I’m the one who’s knocked her up. I can’t wait.
“What happens when the other three turn up and can’t get in?”
“They can fucking cry about it. You’ll be in my bed, phone off, coming on my dick. I don’t live in the most secure house in Coldlake for nothing.”
She gives me an amused smile. “I thought that was to keep the gangs out, not so you could knock up the mayor’s daughter in peace.”
“You know me. I’m always thinking ahead.” I press my mouth to hers and part her lips with my tongue. I murmur in between kisses, “Are you going to tell on me princess, and ruin my plans?”
“What plan? I didn’t hear a thing.”
I laugh softly and kiss her again. She slides her arms around my waist and presses her tits against my chest, and I turn to tempered steel in my jeans. She can’t still be horny. If we fuck now, I won’t be in the best condition to get her pregnant.
“Stop giving me those sex eyes. I thought you weren’t going to ruin my plans.”
“I just miss you, Lorenzo,” she murmurs, stroking the nape of my neck.
I never thought I would turn down sex from my woman. I don’t want to turn down sex from my woman. I want to wrap her thighs around my hips and fuck her against the refrigerator.
“Ah, Christ. Uh…I have a patient to deal with downstairs. One of the fighters at Lasher’s gym got into a bar brawl and I’m hiding him from the cops until he heals.” The Strife men don’t like me treating Lasher or anyone associated with him, but the Strife men can shove it up their asses.
“But Lorenzo,” she whispers so sweetly, “it doesn’t feel right that I’ve had sex with the others this week but not you.”