Page 58 of Bulletproof Baby

"So, four to six weeks then, right?" he asks, shifting the mood back to our sex life.

I tip my head up and down, pushing onto my tip toes for a kiss. We move through the house, getting comfortable. Val orders food and we sit up for hours, talking and tending to Ava. When night falls, I ask Val to stay, and for the first time in eight months; I sleep beside the man I love with our beautiful daughter under the same roof.

26

VALENTINO

Six weeks feels like an eternity when pussy is sleeping right beside you. The sweetness of her touch, her flavor, her essence, it calls to me like bait to a trap. I want Lia so bad it hurts, but pain is pleasure when it comes to me.

I do everything I can to distract myself from it, but one morning sometime during that seventh week, instead of waking up to morning wood, I wake up to Lia's hand wrapping around my shaft.

"Good morning, Val."

"Good morning, Lia."

She giggles softly before dipping under the covers to wrap her mouth around the tip. Her tongue glides under the ridge and along the vein, making me harder by the second. I can't wait to bury myself inside of her. First, I let her take her time, rediscovering what she likes about me, my manhood, and savoring every minute because it can change in a flash.

I don't let her finish me off, pulling her face away from my cock, bringing her up to kiss me, and putting her on her back. I must return the favor, leaving a trail of kisses from her mouth to between her tits, leading to the apex of her thighs. The way she tastes is slightly different than I remember, but I'm eager for more.

I don't want to come before I've had the chance to feel that familiarity. Neither does she as this time she pulls my face from between her thighs to kiss me as I nudge every inch inside of her sweet sheath.

The ripples of her walls around me envelop me in pleasure. My movements are slow at first, giving her time to adjust and giving me a moment to calm down. I don't want it to end before it's started. Lia's moans, and slight whimpers come out louder than either of us expect.

I move to put my hand over her mouth and she sucks my fingers while I stroke in and out of her. Every thrust is smooth and gentle at the start. However, the more we get into it, the more we remember what we are together. Volatile, combustible, passionate.

My pace quickens as she takes every inch of me with stride. Her walls clench around me as if they're trying to hold me in place. I keep moving, coaxing one orgasm after another out of her until I'm ready to come.

Every thrust, every stroke, every dive in and out of her sex brings me closer to that cliff of ecstasy where I've been waiting to fall over ever since she left. Now that I have her back, Lia's never going to simply walk out of my life again. I'll prove to her that I'm worth more than a letter and that she's worth more than a virgin auction.

I owe this next phase of my life to her, and I don't want to do it without her by my side. Love is one thing, but realizing that I truly want to marry this woman is something different. I can't be without her and I don't want to be.

It feels like every motion of my erection inside of her is to prove a point of how worthy I am of her love and affection. With every thrust, I catch a glimpse of our future together and she's mine.

Mine.

All mine.

My climax shakes through my core, emptying myself inside of her until there's no stamina left inside of me.

Just as I finish and clean up, the doorbell rings and Ava wakes up. Lia hops in the shower and I'm on breakfast duty as I open the door to see Cecilia, Armande, and Frankie standing there.

I step aside to let them in, wondering what's going on.

"What's wrong?" I ask them.

"Nothing," Armande says in a nonchalant tone that still makes me uneasy. "This is actually a coincidence."

"Don't believe in those," Frankie says, pushing me out of the way to finish cooking breakfast. "Coincidences are like winners of Publishers Clearing House. You hear about them, but never see them in real life."

Armande chuckles. "This guy. We're actually here for all different reasons and just happened to show up at the same time. A coincidence is exactly that."

Frankie shrugs and I dismiss this insanity. "So why are you here?"

"Oh, we got family business to handle," Armande says. "A little crime and punishment."

I nod and look at Cecilia. "We have family business to handle. Hera's been popping up at Barten, making a scene and telling everyone who will listen that her son is the don, the godfather of La Familia, and she won't shut the fuck up about it to the point she might get the attention of NYPD. I have an affidavit drawn up for you to sign to put a restraining order in place to keep her out of the building and away from all of us."

"Oh, I like that. Can you give restraining orders to anybody?" Frankie asks, piling pancakes high on top of one plate and sitting it in the middle of the table.