There Are No Words (The Morelli Sisters #3)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Brady

a few weeks later

“You bring a joy to my life I hadn’t even known was missing,” I quietly whispered to Gina as I rocked her to sleep in the rocking chair in front of the window in her nursery.

It’d become our nightly ritual, and I wondered if I’d ever want to go back to The Black Sheep. Jack was holding down the fort, and I was so glad for it because this time with Gina meant the world to me.

I skimmed my gaze across her delicate frame. Her skin was pale but so smooth that I finally understood what people were getting at when they talked about a baby’s skin. Her cheeks had a hint of color, though, an almost rosy tint to them, much like Allegra’s. Her eyes were closed now, but when they did open, they were almond-shaped and brown. When she looked up at me with those big eyes, she stole my heart. My heart was no longer mine. It belonged to my favorite girls—Allegra and Gina. And I couldn’t forget about Tipsy, of course.

I grasped her hand in mine, mesmerized by how tiny she was. Shifting my gaze, I looked around the nursery—my gift to her and Allegra—and was eternally grateful that I’d followed my gut when designing the nursery. I took in the purple walls and star pattern. It felt so right for this little one, this little angel sent to us from heaven—for her to be surrounded by the stars.

“Your mom knows so much about the stars and constellations and horoscopes. She’s been teaching me and it’s become one of my favorite pastimes, listening to her. You’ll enjoy it, too. Her eyes light up in this way, and it’s like she makes you see the whole world differently,” I said, talking to Gina as she slept in my arms.

I bent my head and kissed the top of hers. How had I gotten so lucky? I must’ve done something right in my life to be holding this bundle of joy in my arms, to be loved by one of the most incredible women, and to be accepted into the fold of the Morelli family.

One man couldn’t be this lucky. At least, that had been what I’d always thought.

I would’ve settled for a lot less than this, but take my advice on this one, okay? Don’t settle.

Allegra had once told me that shooting for the stars wasn’t so hard. All you had to do was believe your shot would pay off and you’d get everything you ever dreamed of. Well, like with most things, she was right. Love was endless, especially the love I had for the family Allegra and I had created.

When Allegra opened her apartment door to me and invited me into her life as her roommate, she cracked open my heart, and it had been beating for her ever since. It was because of her that I was a father to the most beautiful baby girl I’d ever laid eyes on. Yes, technically, it had been our one-night stand that’d made this possible, so I had a part in it, too. But Allegra’s brazen attitude was due all the credit. She’d asked for what she’d wanted that night at The Black Sheep, and I thanked my lucky stars every day that it was me. That she wanted me that night.

“I’ll always be here for you, Gina Jo. You’ll never be alone in this world, do you hear me? You’re very fortunate, because you were born into a big, beautiful family,” I whispered, unable to peel my eyes from her this time.

* * *

Allegra

“I can’t believe we still can’t have sex.” I pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. “What’s the point of getting Gina and Tipsy to bed if we can’t have a little fun of our own?”

Chuckling, Brady leaned against the headboard, wearing nothing more than boxers. “You heard the doc,” he reminded me. “You need time to heal. Plus, imagine how sore you’d be.”

I leaned over and brushed a kiss on his cheek. As I backed up, I blew seductively into his ear, trying to egg him on. “Maybe, but they don’t know how big you are. I’m sore no matter when we have sex.”

Brady shifted and sat on his side now, propping his head up with his elbow, his hand finding my breast as he leaned over to kiss my neck. “We can do other things, though.”

I liked the way my man thought.

My eyes moved over his body, and I shook my head, wetting my lips as my gaze traced his torso. I was obsessed with his body—the ridges and valleys, the hard lines of his abs. He had no hair on his chest, either, and I loved the way it was so smooth, the way his cheetah tattoo sat right there, looking on.

Rolling on top of him, I braced my arms on either side of him and swiped my tongue across his tattoo. I purred and raked at his arms with my nails. Swallowing hard, I offered, “I can make you feel good.” I continued my descent down his torso, licking every inch of his chest and working my way down his body.

But Brady shook his head, his hand weaving its way under my lingerie, intent on my breasts. “I like to make you feel good. Everything I do is for you.” He pulled the lingerie up and I raised my arms so he could take it off completely.

“I know,” I replied simply, letting my gaze fall down on him as his hadn’t left my breasts, “but you can make me feel good when the doctor gives me the thumbs up, and we can finally have sex again.” I reached out and placed my hand over his boxers, coming in contact with his length. “Until then, tell me what would make you feel good, Brady.”

He let out another low groan and clenched his jaw, clearly trying to remain in control. I didn’t want him to, though. I wanted him to lose control.

“Fuck, Allegra. I want to play with your tits,” he said, continuing to stare at the way they were hanging freely over him. He pulled me down on top of him and I let them glide across his chest as I scooted lower on him, intent on something else. “They always make me feel good,” he said, reaching for them like they were his playthings.

Not the answer I was hoping for, but I couldn’t lie, I loved the way he loved my chest. I supposed some men liked asses, and some liked boobs. Who knew I’d wind up with a boob man?

“How glad are you that I can’t breastfeed anymore?” I asked thinking back to the doctor’s suggestion that I stop breastfeeding since Gina hadn’t taken to it well.

Throwing his head back in laughter, Brady replied, “Even our daughter knows they’re mine.”

How I loved the way he got possessive over my body. . . I stroked his length and bit the bottom of my lip, holding back a moan. I ached for his hard, thick cock to be inside me. But I knew that couldn’t happen right now.

And if my enjoying it in other ways wasn’t what made him happy, then. . .

“Do it,” I finally dared him, knowing he wanted to have his way with my breasts. A fire burned in my eyes as I narrowed them. My gaze never once left his cock, though, which I was still working. “This is about you, so give my breasts the attention you think they deserve.”

He let out a growl that came from deep in his throat. It was hot. It was sexy. And it was unleashed. Brady’s control had snapped.

He moved like the cheetah on his shoulder—fast and on a mission. He flipped me over, switching our positions on the bed, him on top of me now. There was no stopping him. Not that I would ever want to. The next thing I knew, he was hovering over me, pinning me to the bed.

“You want me to play with your tits?” he asked, lust and desire filling his eyes.

“Yes, please,” I purred.

He straddled my belly for the first time now that I wasn’t carrying our child, and I placed my hand between us, finding his pulsing cock. “But when are we going to free him?” I asked, peering up at Brady with an intense look.

Chuckling, he pulled his boxers down and released my favorite obsession. It sprang free, and I licked my lips on instinct, watching the liquid bead at the tip. “Go ahead, Allegra, drag your finger through it. I know you want to,” he said, thrusting himself forward.

I chuckled. “Am I that obvious?”

He only grinned in response as I did as he’d said and then sucked my finger in my mouth. I’d never get over the taste of him. Bottle it up so I could drink it for days, that was what I said.

His eyes roamed over me before settling on my breasts. I knew he wanted to touch them, so what was he waiting for? They were his for the taking.

He gripped my chin and pulled my head up to him as his lips met mine in a greedy, ravenous kiss. “We’re going to try something different, if you’re okay with it,” Brady said when he pulled back.

I nodded. “Tell me.”

“I’m going to fuck your tits.”

Damn. That would be a first for me, but I wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, I was straight-up giddy. “Tell me what to do.”

“Be quiet so you don’t wake—”

I contorted my face. “Don’t say her name while I’m staring at your cock.”

Chuckling, he said, “Noted.”

I lifted my head and extended myself so I could swirl my tongue over his tip.

He let out a desperate groan. “That tongue is going to be the death of me.”

Biting my lip, I only grinned.

“Down, girl,” Brady commanded, pushing me back and running his palm up the skin between my breasts as they fell to the sides. “I’m going to need you to get nice and wet for me first. Can you do that?”

I nodded, up for the postpartum challenge. “Turn me on, big boy.”

Brady rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and plucking them. Satisfied, he leaned down and took each pert nipple between his lips, sucking. Hard. Then he grazed his teeth over them, tugging. I bucked against him at the sensation, my nails scraping against his back as I cried out his name. “Brady.”

He brought a hand down there before returning it to my breast for one last squeeze.

I wanted to feel his length against me, swiping against my center, but I think we both knew that wasn’t happening. Not yet anyway.

I knew he wouldn’t tell me I failed him, so I studied his expression. I was dying for my body to go back to normal. For me to go back to normal. For sex again with this man. Yeah, remember when I’d said we could be celibate? I had been so very wrong. That was never happening. Not when I shared a bed with this man.

Grinning, Brady took his cock in his hand and eyed me. “Spit on it.”

Eyes wide, I looked at him. Was he serious?

“Spit on my cock,” he demanded again.

So I did. I pushed his hands aside, held it in my own and spit on his cock, Brady’s eyes on my face the whole time. Now, let’s be honest, it wasn’t an altogether enjoyable experience for me—the spitting, I mean. Not until I took my hands and wiped it over the length of him anyway. Then I was feeling pretty good about it. “Fuck me,” I said, issuing my own demand.

Grinning like a fool, he clawed at my hair, fisting one of his hands in it as he placed the other on his cock again and lined it up at my chest. He slid it between my breasts. “Push those tits together. Squeeze my cock with them, Allegra. Nice and hard.”

I obeyed and reveled in the way it felt to have his manhood snuggled between my breasts. The sensation was incredible.

“Shit. I don’t know why we haven’t done this before,” Brady said, finding his rhythm and pumping.

His hand in my hair tightened, pulling. Not so much that it hurt, but enough that I felt a sting on my scalp. It wasn’t painful, though. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was turning me on. When it came to my breasts, he was savage, and I couldn’t complain. With Brady I’d learned I didn’t mind things rough. It made me feel. . . alive.

As he pumped faster, I offered him a tighter wedge and more friction so he could go even faster and have his release sooner. Pushing them as close as they could possibly come together, my breath hitched as he thrust. The center of my chest grew wet and I so badly wanted him to finish so that I could revel in the mess he would make.

I squeezed my thighs together as heat rushed down there. I hoped like hell the time flew by quickly so I could have my own sweet release with him inside me where he belonged.

His lips parted as his eyes strained to keep them connected with mine. He kept thrusting, then squeezed his balls, pumping, thrusting, more thrusting. Until finally, his breathing grew rapid.

I knew the time was coming, so I released my grip on my breasts and pushed back on his shoulder, urging him up, so he would be hunched over my chest. In a ragged voice, he said, “Allegra, I’m going to—”

“I know.” I was ready and waiting for it.

“Waa!” The baby.

Brady paused, his body not moving, his cock not even twitching.

My eyes grew wide at the same time his eyebrows shot up practically to his hairline. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d shot straight to the sky.

And of course, Gina’s wail sent Tipsy into a barking frenzy from her kennel.

“Waa!” Gina has the worst timing in the world. And thinking about her name technically didn’t count because she’d already burst our precious bubble.

“Fuck!” Brady whisper-yelled.

I cleared my throat as he rolled off me, attempting to get himself together as he reached for his boxers.

“I’ll get Gina,” I told him.

He shook his head, raking a hand through his hair. “No,” he said. “I’ll do it. You clean up and rest if Tipsy quiets down.”

He got off the bed, opened a drawer, and put a pair of gray sweatpants on.

“Talk about a mood killer,” I muttered mostly to myself as I stood up.

He chuckled, shaking his head. He walked over to me, my lingerie in hand. “I hate to say this, but you should put this back on.” He brushed a light kiss on my cheek.

I murmured my agreement as I walked to the bathroom. “Are you sure you don’t need a minute?”

“Nope. I’m good. Really. I love spending time with our little girl.”

I smiled, my cheeks heating. After everything we’d just done—after everything we’d almost done—I thought that might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever heard him say. “I know.”

* * *

Padding down the hallway to Gina’s nursery with Tipsy resting in my arms, I quietly pushed the door open to see what was taking Brady so long. Gina had quieted down almost immediately, so, at this point, I wondered if he’d fallen asleep with her.

But he hadn’t. He was rocking back and forth, holding Gina against his chest—the two were skin-to-skin, just her diaper and his pants. His eyes were closed, and Gina looked like a little angel with her eyes closed, too.

I couldn’t get enough of watching them, so I leaned against the doorframe with Tipsy and smiled as the puppy’s eyes also fluttered, barely able to stay open from the looks of it. She obviously wasn’t interested in keeping her eyes glued to her dad and sister, but it was one of my favorite pastimes. The way Brady had taken to being a father was impressive. I knew he’d been worried, but it turned out he had nothing to be worried about. He was made to be a dad.

I was just glad that if I was going to be a mom, Brady and I were in it together.

He’d never wavered in the promise he made to me on day one, that he was going to be in this with me every step of the way. If only I hadn’t been so foolish. I’d spent so long fighting him, not believing that he could really want to be with me and not believing that I was destined for a romance with Brady.

But I’d never been so happy to be wrong.

Happy.

Thankful.

Overjoyed.

Honestly, there were no words for the way I felt.

Unable to fight the connection we had, even now, I pushed off the doorframe and walked into Gina’s nursery, coming to sit down at his feet with Tipsy in my lap.

He opened his eyes. “Allegra,” he said, and I smiled as I did every time he said my name. “Everything okay?”

I nodded. “Mmhmm. Tipsy and I just wanted to be with you and our baby girl.”

Smiling, he continued rocking. “My three girls.” He rubbed Gina’s back with one hand and squeezed my shoulder with his other.