Chapter 32
Anastacia had already gone upstairs while I found the guys to give them the incredible amount of food Ana had ordered for them.
“Evening. Ana got you all some food, enjoy.” I placed the food on the coffee table before turning to leave.
“Hold up, Renzo,” Red called. “How was the date?”
“It was different, but honestly, I loved every second.” I smiled, something that was rare to them over the years.
“Fuck! He’s smiling!” Finn teased. “Nah, just kidding, Boss. You do look happy, though.”
“Are you?” Gino asked, questions coming from all angles.
“You know what, I think I am.” I genuinely was, and the woman upstairs was the reason. “She makes me feel…things. Things I haven’t felt before.”
Red raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with a mix of banter and sincerity. “Things like love, maybe?”
The four letter word hung in the air like a challenge. “I don’t know what love is,” I scoffed. “I’ve never had the luxury of figuring that out, never wanted to, never needed to.”
The room fell silent, the weight of my words pressing down on them.
I wasn’t one to open up, especially about something as vulnerable as emotions.
But tonight, there was a crack in the armour I usually wore so effortlessly.
Red leaned forward, his tone softening. “You don’t have to know what it is, mate.
You just have to know how it feels. And if she makes you feel something you’ve never felt before, maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s love.”
“Maybe, but it’s too early to say it even if that is what I’m feeling.” I cleared my throat.
Emmet shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re an idiot, you know that? If you feel it, just fucking say it. You’re lucky you’ve got this second chance with her. Don’t waste it. You’ve already wasted enough time.”
My thoughts drifted to the early days with her, something I was doing a lot of lately.
I treated her like just another piece in my carefully constructed world, but when I treated her better, she started to let me in and show me who she truly was.
And not the woman she had been taught to be, but the woman she longed to be.
“I fucked up in the beginning,” I admitted. “You all know it. I just didn’t want to listen. I should’ve been better to her.”
Red clapped me on the shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. “You’ve got all the time in the world to make it up to her now. Don’t fuck it up again.”
I nodded, though my mind was already upstairs with Anastacia.
I thought about the way her eyes lit up when she saw the bowling alley, the way her cheeks blushed the perfect shade of pink when I kissed her in the rain.
If what I felt was love, I didn’t want it to end.
She was the one in my life I never wanted to lose.
“Right, I’m off to bed, enjoy your food.” I held my hand up in a see you later gesture before making my way upstairs.
I never cared much about the future before. I couldn't have cared less if I lived or died, but because of her that wasn’t the case anymore. I wanted to find out what my future held, and I wanted to find out with her.
I entered our bedroom as Anastacia was brushing her hair at the vanity, the mirror reflected her image, a woman who had learned to navigate a world she was probably never meant for. She wore nothing more than one of my T-shirts. It drowned her frame.
“There you are. Now we can eat.” She clipped her hair up in a damp bun on top of her head before sitting crossed-legged on the bed, our food surrounding her.
“You waited?” I asked, relieving myself of my damp clothes. “You could have started.”
“Either we eat together or not at all.”
“Is that our new family motto?” I asked, slipping on some sweats.
“I think it might be, yeah.” She patted the bed beside her, her eyes shining with happiness.
“I like it.” I settled down beside her, leaning back against the headboard. “Now, let’s see if this food is as good as you claim.”
I unwrapped the burger she handed me, taking a huge bite. All the while, I felt those big blue eyes on me, waiting for me to say she was right. Dammit.
“Well?” she questioned, feeding herself a curly fry.
“I hate to admit it, but you’re right.” I took another bite. She couldn’t hide her triumphant smile. “This burger is pretty damn good.”
“I knew you’d like it.” She seemed so proud of herself as she laid back on the bed, turning her attention back to whatever movie she put on prior to me arriving.
“What are you watching?” It looked like a complete load of shit, to be honest, but she seemed into it.
“Why? Are you planning on watching it with me?” she questioned.
“Perhaps.”
But there was no perhaps about it. I was staying with my wife, watching whatever it was she wanted to watch. I draped my arm around her, pulling her close to me. She settled in the crook of my arm, fitting perfectly as if she was made for me, and maybe that was the case.
I watched the nineties movie she was enjoying, and honestly, I had no idea what was going on or who was in love with who, but Ana was smiling, and enjoying every second.
“I have no idea what’s going on.” I complained as she swatted my chest.
“Stop complaining and just enjoy being here in the moment with me instead.” Her fingers brushed one of the scars on my chest as she put me in my place.
Once the movie finished—thankfully, it was only a short one—Anastacia cleared the remains of our food away, leaving it outside of the bedroom door. Once she closed it behind her, she lifted my T-shirt above her head and tossed it aside.
“I think it’s time to claim your prize, Ricci.” Her voice was low and seductive, a raspy whisper that caused my cock to harden.
“Come here,” I demanded, and of course, she obeyed.
She sauntered over to me as if she was the hunter, and I, the prey, but she couldn’t be more wrong. She stopped before me, her eyes dropping to my cock as it fought against the restraints of my sweats.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered. Her eyes darkened the second she dropped between my legs.
Her tongue darted out to dampen her lips, her fingers teasing my waistband before she slid the sweats down my legs, letting them pool at my feet.
She ran her tongue along the tip of my cock as she kept her gaze fixed on mine. Moments later, she took me in her mouth, and fuck me, she was breathtaking.
Seeing this woman on her knees could easily have been the death of me.
She fisted her hand around my cock while the other gripped my thigh.
The deeper she took me, the more her nails dug into my skin, and I fucking welcomed it as my mind wandered to her raking those nails across my back, leaving her mark in her wake.
I fisted her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her to take more of me, seeing just how far I was able to push her. “Eyes on me.” She obeyed instantly, her glazed gaze meeting mine. “Good girl.” She fought the urge to gag every time I hit the back of her throat.
Her mouth worked me expertly as a mixture of her own spit and my pre cum trickled down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.
Yanking her head away from my cock by her hair, I watched the tears stream down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. I was torn between fucking her mouth or her pussy. The latter won.
Lifting her effortlessly, I threw her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing.
My need to fuck her took over everything else.
I wanted to see her face as she moaned for me, wanted to watch her come undone as I made her come all over my cock.
I trailed my fingers from her lips to her throat and down the channel between her breasts to her navel until I reached her perfect fucking clit.
“Don’t tease me… Just fuck me.” Her words shattered the silence as well as my thoughts. I ached to hear them again.
“Are you calling the shots on my prize?” I asked, watching as her eyes flared with an intense mix of desire and desperation. Her fingers darted to her clit, stroking and teasing with an urgency that took my breath away.
“Yes… Fuck me, please,” she begged, her voice breaking with desperation as her breaths tore from her chest in ragged gasps.
"Where would you like me to fuck you, wife?" I taunted, a wicked edge to my voice as I moved my finger to her ass, pressing firmly against her entrance. "How about here?" I whispered my words dripping with intent.
“My pussy, please…” she whimpered.
“What my wife wants, my wife gets.” I smirked. “Now, bend over for me.”
She did without hesitation, she locked her gaze onto mine over her shoulder.
“Hold onto the bed. Don’t let go,” I ordered, watching her do as she was told.
I thrust into her. Her sharp gasp as I filled her confirmed she could handle all of me, every single inch.
Her fingers gripped the sheets like a lifeline, as a symphony of sweet moans escaped her.
My hand snaked around to her throat, a gentle but firm hold, increasing the intensity of the moment.
She shot me a sultry smile over her shoulder as I pounded into her relentlessly.
With every forceful thrust, her body tightened around me, enveloping my cock in a vice-like grip, her desire insatiable.
“Fuck! Lorenzo,” she moaned. “I want you to come.”
“Not yet.”
I circled my thumb over her clit as I leaned forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as she let out another moan, no longer caring if anyone other than me could hear her.
Her body trembled beneath me. Her pussy squeezed my cock as I slipped my thumb, now slick with her arousal, into her mouth, letting her taste herself.
Her tongue swirled around my thumb, as she hummed, enjoying the taste of her.
“Good girl.” I murmured, my voice thick with admiration and satisfaction. My grip tightened on her throat, as I could feel her pulse race beneath my hand.
“Please, Lorenzo… I can’t…” She pleaded, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Please.”