79. I can make lists, too
Chapter 79
I can make lists, too
Luca
“ F ive more reps, then a water break.”
Ariana and Lil both groan as they lift the small weights.
“I’m thinking it’s time to disown Luca,” Lil tells Ari.
Ari shakes her head with a frown. “Not even a full week in, and I’m going to have to file for divorce already.”
“Not funny, Ariana,” I growl. She sets her weights down and picks up her water bottle with a grin.
“Shit, you poked the bear,” Lil says as I stalk toward Ari.
“I could make jokes about how I like it when the bear pokes me, but—” I silence her with a kiss, but she just grins again when I release her.
“Trying to drive me crazy, Minx?”
“What? Never. Now, get back to work. Believe me, you’re going to want to win your first fight as a married man. I got you something special.” She wags her eyebrows suggestively at me before turning to strut away.
“Baby, we’ve talked about this.”
“Yes, but I’m not happy with the outcome of those talks.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and her little pout turns to a full-on frown.
“You said you didn’t think you could handle going to one of my fights yet.”
“I’ll just leave my guns at home.”
“Any time you leave this house, I want you to have at least one gun with you.”
“There’ll be ten men with guns around me, Luca.”
“I won’t be able to concentrate if you’re there, Ari. Not right now, not with him out there.”
“That’s not fair.”
I sigh and rub my hands up and down her arms. “I know it’s not. And I’m sorry, baby. I really am. But keeping you safe is my main priority, even if it pisses you off.”
She steps away from me, dragging her feet as she walks to the window with her arms still crossed. In the reflection on the glass, I see her wipe a tear away. Fuck. Closing the distance between us, I wrap my arms around her, holding her back to my chest. She doesn’t melt against me like she usually does, but she doesn’t pull away. I drop my head to rest on top of hers.
My resolve breaks. “Alright, I’ll get security set up so you can go tomorrow night. Do not leave your gun at home. If you shoot someone, you shoot someone.”
Her breath stutters as she exhales. “No, I’ll stay here. You’ll be too distracted and lose or get hurt. Or both. If it’s my fault, I’ll just get more pissed. ”
“Ari—”
She stops me with a shake of her head. “I’m tired of the fucking fear, Luca. I can deal with security detail for general purposes, but I hate this shit. I’ve hardly left the house in weeks because someone who was supposed to love me tried to kill me instead and isn’t done trying, and I just want for none of us to have to even think about that.”
I turn her around and pick her up. Her arms go around my neck, her legs around my waist, and she buries her face against my shoulder. Wrapping my arms under her ass, I hold her while she sobs.
After a few minutes, I walk to the bed and sit down, resting her on my lap so I can run my hands gently up and down her back. “You don’t need to hold it all together. Fall apart if you need to. I’m here. I’ll collect all the pieces for you.”
“I know. You married a mess, you realize that, right?”
“I married my favorite person in the whole fucking world.”
She slowly stops crying, but neither of us moves for a long time. “You’re supposed to be training,” she whispers.
“I’ll sit here as long as you need me to.”
“You have a fight to win tomorrow.”
“It’s not important, Ari. You’re what’s important.”
She pulls back enough to look at me. My girl tries so hard to be strong all of the time, but sometimes, she needs a safe place to break. I’ll always be that place for her.
“I’m fine, Beefcake.” She sighs, running her fingers through my hair. “Go train. Lil already has your next sticker picked out, and she’ll be pissed if she has to wait to put it on your chart.”
“Hmm. I’m more excited about the prize you mentioned earlier.” I’ve hardly thought of anything else since she brought it up.
“I bet you are.”
“You know I want you there, right? You cheering me on ringside is very high up on the list of shit that needs to happen in my life. And we’ll make it happen soon.”
She leans forward, and I rest my forehead against hers. “What else is on that list?”
“Taking you on a honeymoon. A real one, anywhere you want to go. Going to a baseball game with Marco and my dad. Pushing Lil in every body of water we ever get close to.” She snorts at that one. “What’s on your list, baby?”
“Hmmm… driving that ’67 Mustang I won from your dad. Drinking coffee in every single state. Finding my favorite pair of heels that have been missing for over a year. And you fucking me on that desk.” She motions toward the desk with her head.
“Damn, I keep forgetting about that desk. We’re marking that one off your list tonight.”
Her lips meet mine in a slow kiss. Oh yeah, we’re definitely fucking on that desk as soon as possible. My cock starts to get hard, and the minx on my lap rubs against it.
My phone dings, the screen showing a text from Marco letting me know the guys I spar with are downstairs waiting. Ariana untangles herself from me and stands. “Go on, come find me when you’re done.”
I stand and kiss her. “As soon as I can. Hey, you know that Mustang is a clutch, right?”
She smirks, glancing down at my shorts. “I guess you’ll have to teach me how to drive a stick, Hot Stuff.”
I jump in the shower when I’m done training, and come out to find Ariana leaning against the desk. She’s wearing a short skirt, heels, and a tank top that dips low, showing off her cleavage .
“You’re a fucking wet dream, Minx.” I stalk toward her, dropping my towel to the floor. Her eyes go to my cock, and she licks her lips, making it twitch. “Do you see what you do to me? You make me so fucking hard.” I stop in front of her and drag my nose up her neck, breathing her in as she shudders. When I graze her bare shoulder with my teeth, she moans and runs the tips of her fingers along my shaft.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I already know she is. She probably was even before I got out of the shower, just from standing there in this sexy outfit and anticipating what was to come.
She nods. I reach up under her skirt and palm her pussy through her panties. When I feel how soaked she is, I groan and suck on her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. There’ll be a mark there later. She whines and gets even wetter.
“I need to taste this sweet pussy.” I pick her up and move around the desk, then place her on the edge in front of the chair as I sit. I’m on her pussy instantly, teasing her with my tongue through her drenched panties.
“Oh god, Luca!” Her legs are over my shoulders, her skirt hiked up, and her hand is in my hair, pulling it just the way I like. Grabbing the sides of her panties, I rip them as Ariana gasps. I drag my tongue through her wetness, then focus my attention on her clit, licking, biting, and sucking on it until she gushes into my mouth with a loud moan. I lap her pussy through her orgasm, fighting my own.
My wife can make me come without even touching me. Just tasting her like this, hearing her moans and groans and whimpers, always brings me to the edge. I stand and thrust into her as I crush her mouth to mine. She loves tasting herself on my tongue.
Her legs wrap around my hips. I pump in and out, holding her hips so hard I know I’ll leave bruises, but she loves that, too. Just like how I love the way her nails are digging into my back. I fuck her hard, and she meets me move for move .
“You.” Thrust “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. “Minx.” She goes crashing over the edge, taking me with her. Our combined cum leaks out around my cock and onto the desk. I collapse, using my arms to brace myself so I don’t crush her into the wood.
It’s several minutes before I can move. Minutes I spend enjoying the way she makes my heart race, the way she makes my soul relax. We both groan as my dick slips free. “Make sure you pick the sturdiest damn desk you can find for our room, baby.”
She grins at me. “You think? Now let’s clean up because there’s cum everywhere. And you owe me a new pair of panties.”