Epilogue
Monica
Three years later
“What my wife wants, my wife gets,” Gabriel whispers in my ear as he pushes inside me from behind. We both groan as he fills me perfectly. “Open your eyes, anjinho . Watch the lights.”
Gabriel has me against the window in our hotel room overlooking the Eiffel Tower. When I told him years ago that I wanted to travel and experience the world, he promised to bring that dream to fruition. I’ve seen so many new places and experienced things I’d only read about in books. He’s my perfect travel partner and willing companion. The yin to my yang. Never could have imagined being this happy.
The light show on the Eiffel Tower is beautiful as Gabriel brings me closer to orgasm. He has one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against the window as he thrusts into me from behind. I come on a silent scream as my eyes unfocus, and my body bows back toward Gabriel. I feel him swell in me as he grunts his release. We stand still for a moment, catching our breath.
“Closest I could get to fucking you at the Eiffel Tower, I’d say,” he whispers gruffly against my neck as he slowly places me on my feet.
Like I’ve always told Gabriel, I don’t need much. We still live in Gabriel’s condo, and we still drive the same cars. My penny-pinching ways haven’t gone anywhere. Where we splurge is in travel. Being able to see all these places I’ve only dreamed of, with the love of my life by my side, is sheer perfection.
On our first wedding anniversary, Gabriel and I made a bucket list of sorts. Knowing how much I wanted to travel, he encouraged me to create a sexcapade list. Not only the list of where I wanted to visit but how I wanted him to fuck me while we were there. Seeing it as a challenge, I got creative. Sex in the London Eye. On a rooftop in Santorini, Greece. Against the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Italy. I began to get incredibly creative with my sex suggestions just to see how outlandish I could get and whether or not Gabriel would tell me to reel it in. He did not.
Cologne Cathedral in Germany. Great Wall of China. Sydney Opera House. You got a famous landmark? I put that sucker on my list. I figured Gabriel would just print off pictures of the places, and we’d fuck next to the photograph, but no. Gabriel found this challenge of mine to be exceptional foreplay, planning intricate strategies to give me the most unique and erotic experiences of my life.
I’m not a voyeur by any means, and I have no idea why my list became almost solely about having sex in public. We joked years ago about both of us having an affinity for sex outdoors. It’s not about getting caught. It’s about living my life and being with the one person who accepts me unconditionally as I am. Gabriel’s support and steadfast belief in me have given me so much. He’s watched me blossom into the woman I am today. Loving him, and having him love me, is what dreams are made of.
I expected at least some teasing when I told him I wanted to write a novel. I should have known better. Gabriel’s support was unwavering. Not only did he ask to read my chapters as I wrote them, but he also helped design the covers. I’ve now self-published six books. I’ve stepped away from real estate and write full-time. I finally found my purpose, and Gabriel has been the most supportive husband.
“So what’s next, husband?” I ask as we slide into bed after a quick shower. Gabriel’s lips quirk up in a small smile. He loves when I call him my husband. We’ve been married for almost three years, and it still feels like the newlywed phase. Gabriel proposed at his cabin only a few weeks after I reconciled with my father and brothers. We were married there a month later. Only Emily and Nathan attended, as per our wishes. Neither of us wanted a fancy affair. I just wanted Gabriel.
Our honeymoon was a week at the cabin with no phones, no internet, nothing. Just the two of us. It was idyllic and the best week of my life. We make an effort to head to the cabin once a month to unplug and unwind. Mountain sex just hits different.
True to his word, my father never complained about the lack of family presence at our wedding. We took a few pictures and sent them in the family group text. That’s right: I now have a family group text with my siblings and parents. My relationship with my mother is strained. We were never close growing up, and the time apart did not change that. My father and I are still a work in progress.
I talk to Giovanni and Isabella regularly. Gio is still single. He still won’t tell me what happened with the girl he had his eye on years ago, but I can tell he was hurt. The stories he tells me about our older brothers, though … man, their relationships were crazy before they settled down. My sister Lucia and I remain somewhat estranged. Her husband doesn’t like me, how I left La Famiglia , and wants Lucia and their kids to have no connection to me. So I’m choosing not to focus on that.
Alex continues to surprise me. We talk daily. He’s opened up to me about the stress of being the next in line to run La Famiglia . I think the fact that I’m not part of La Famiglia anymore has allowed him to be honest with me about his fears. He doesn’t like the direction they’re going in. He wants to get the family out of the bad things and turn La Famiglia into a legitimate and honest family. But he doesn’t know how to do that, and our dad isn’t on board with it.
My relationships with most of my siblings only help to confirm to me how lucky I am that I got out. Yeah, life was rough for a while. But I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. It led me here. To Gabriel. And my chosen family. I’m so fucking lucky.
“What’s next on your sexcapades list, wife?” Gabriel asks. I open the notes app on my phone and check off the Eiffel Tower one.
“Hmm. We’re close to Versailles, aren’t we?” I ask. Gabriel chuckles.
“Yes.”
“I’d love to see the gardens there.”
“I figured you would. We’re booked on a train tomorrow afternoon.”
“Are we winging it, or do you already have something planned?” I ask.
“I have something planned.”
“Oooh, what?” I shout.
“You’ll see tomorrow, querida . ”
I pout. Literally pouting, my lower lip sticking out and my arms crossed over my chest in frustration. Gabriel throws his head back with laughter before looking at me. His gorgeous blue eyes shine with love and affection. His dark blonde hair is more than halfway grey at this point, but I’ve never been more attracted to him. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. He’s my other half. My love. My tesoro .
“I promise you, anjinho , you’ll be very happy with what I have planned. Now be a good girl and come sit on my face,” he whispers as he leans in to kiss the spot behind my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I respond, and he groans. I don’t call him Daddy that much anymore. Our relationship has evolved over the last three years. I much prefer to call him tesoro or husband while we are intimate. I reserve Daddy for special occasions, and I typically get multiple orgasms out of it when I do.
“Fucking hell, baby girl. Get up here,” he growls as he grabs me by the waist and throws me toward the headboard. I’m barely on my knees before his tongue spears inside me. He yanks my thighs down, so I’m smashed against his face. His beard tickles against my pussy as he latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
Four orgasms later, I’m thrown to my back as he enters me roughly. Gabriel grabs my hands, intertwines our fingers, and places our linked hands above my head.
“Look at me, anjinho ,” he says gruffly. I open my eyes to see him watching me intently. “I love you so much, querida . So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I whisper.
“One more.”
“Gabriel, it’s too much, I can’t …” I trail off, moaning, as he quickens his pace.
“You’ve got one more in there. I can feel it. Give it to me, baby girl. Give me my orgasm. Come on my cock like a good little girl. Such a good fucking girl. My fucking girl. Forever. Forever mine,” he mumbles.
“Yours, Daddy. Yours.”
I let out a guttural moan as I come, searing pleasure whipping through my body as I see stars. Gabriel roars his release and collapses on me, utterly spent. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him, our bodies still connected.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispers as he slowly strokes my spine.
“Like this?” I ask, confused.
“Yes. Sleep. I’ll fuck you to sleep and fuck you again when you wake up,” Gabriel murmurs as his hand slows on my back.
His cock still twitches in me, but it’s weirdly calming to have him filling me like this. Finally, I begin to drift off as I hear him whisper again how much he loves me and that I’m his forever.
“Forever mine, anjinho .”
“Forever mine, tesoro .”