15. Tilly
TILLY
Angelo collapses into a chair near the bed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “Such a long day,” he says softly as I climb into his lap. His hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin through my dress.
I press my hands against his chest, loving the feel of his warmth and the steady beat of his heart under my palms. “Are you ready to go to bed, husband?” I love how the word slides off my tongue.
His hands find my ass and squeeze. He lifts his head, gazing at me with needy eyes. “I’m tired, but I’m hungry, wife.”
A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers tighten against my skin. I lean forward, running my tongue along the stubble under his jaw. “What would satisfy you?” I murmur against his skin.
He curls his fingers, bunching the fabric of my dress, and baring my thighs. “Only you,” he whispers in my ear, and goose bumps break out across my skin.
I scoot forward, rubbing my panty-covered pussy against his denim-clad cock. “You want my mouth?” I ask, staring into his greedy eyes as I run my tongue along my lip.
His gaze dips, following the trail of my tongue as he tightens his fingers, pulling my body closer. “I want that beautiful cunt.”
God. I love when the man talks dirty to me. Cunt is a word that used to make my stomach turn, but damn it, when he says it that way and with the need in his voice, it makes my body throb to be filled.
I dip my head, bringing my lips close to his. “And what do I get?”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.”
I smile as my lips press against his, softly at first, as my fingers find the button on his jeans.
He slides his hand up my back, fisting it in my hair as he deepens the kiss.
Our tongues tangle together, dancing in unison in our mouths.
I’m drunk on lust and love, wanting nothing more than for my husband to fuck me.
I work my fingers feverishly at his zipper, and he lifts us both, our mouths never leaving each other.
As I yank the sides of his jeans down, exposing his beautiful, hard cock, he moans against my lips and slips his hand under my dress.
I gasp as his fingertip grazes my clit so lightly, my body moves forward, begging for more.
“My panties,” I pant into his mouth.
Without a verbal response, he pulls the thin material to the side and lifts his hips, touching his hardness to my wetness. “Fuck me,” he demands.
I do not argue. I want him. The stolen glances across the yard and watching his skin glisten in the waning sunlight filled my entire body with need.
Lowering myself onto him, I close my eyes, and take his mouth with a hunger I haven’t felt before. Maybe it’s the fear of whatever the men have planned that drives me as I rise and fall, spearing myself on his hard shaft over and over again until we’re trembling and covered in sweat.
I lean back, staring into his eyes with him buried deep inside me. “I know what I want.”
His eyes blaze. “What do you want?”
“I gave you my cunt. Now I want your promise.”
Fuck. I feel so naughty and powerful in this moment. After a short conversation with Izzy, I knew how I’d get Angelo to do what I wanted. Part of me felt guilty, but right now, in this moment, the feeling has vanished.
“Anything,” he grits out, trying to lift me, but I clamp my legs around his thighs to keep myself there.
“Whatever you have planned, you’ll cancel.”
He lifts an eyebrow as a slow smile slides across his lips. “You’re using sex as a weapon now?”
“Not a weapon, baby.” I smirk, rolling my hips forward until he grits his teeth. “You promised me anything, and if you want me to ride your cock some more, giving you what you crave, you’ll promise me.”
“Or what?” he asks as he brushes his thumb across my nipple, causing my core to spasm.
“I’ll go to sleep, leaving you here with your hard cock to finish yourself.”
This is all kinds of wrong. I know it is. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I know I have to. I’m kind of high on the power. I’ll beg for forgiveness later when whatever danger has passed, but for now, I’ll do what I must to keep my husband safe and at my side.
He cups my breast in his hand, but his eyes never leave mine. “Are you scared?”
I nod slowly. “I’ve lost one man. I won’t lose another,” I say honestly.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly as his hand slides up my dress, finding my neck. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I never want you to have the fear and sadness you felt before. I’ll tell Morgan and the guys I can’t go with them. Nothing is more important than you, my sweet Tilly.”
I stare at him for a moment, blinking a few times as my eyes hold his. That was entirely too easy.
“Not because you’d leave me here to finish myself off, as you say, but because I want a happy wife and a long life with you.”
“You promise you won’t go.”
“I promise,” he tells me without blinking before pulling my face down to his and capturing my mouth in a deep and demanding kiss.
I move my hips, taking him deeper and harder than before. Within minutes, we’re panting and moaning our ecstasy. My body is sated, and my mind is at peace.
Angelo slides his arm around me, his cock still buried deep inside me when he whispers, “Don’t do that again.”
“Or what?” I whisper back against his neck.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “I shouldn’t let you hang out with Izzy anymore. She’s a problem.”
“How do you know it was her?” I ask, smiling against his skin.
“She’s trouble and has been since she was a little girl. You’re too sweet to think of something like that on your own, baby.”
I want to argue, but he’s right. I never would’ve thought about or had the courage to use the thing he wanted most in that moment against him to get my way.
“I’m not the same woman you met.”
“You’re a Gallo now,” he says as he strokes my spine with his thumb. “The women in my family are strong and cunning, but I like you soft and sweet.”
“I’m still soft and sweet.”
Angelo’s body shakes with laughter. “You weren’t.”
I push myself upward to look at Angelo. “What were you guys planning?”
He shrugs. “Nothing too dangerous. He needed help tracking someone down.”
“Too dangerous?”
He smiles at my questioning of his word choice. “Morgan would go in alone, but he wanted backup in case something went down.”
“And by something going down, you mean…”
“In case he got hurt or the guy was able to get away. Morgan’s been away from the city for a while. I was just going to help him track the guy. Nothing more, sweetheart. The other guys would’ve handled the rest.”
“I was married to a man who thought it was his duty to save the world, Angelo. And I buried him. I won’t bury you too.”
He moves his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks in his palms. “It was a dumbass move not talking to you about it first. I’m sorry.” He pulls my forehead to his, and I close my eyes as he continues. “You know how important my family is to me. When they ask for help, it’s hard for me to say no.”
He’s right. Family is everything, and now I’m part of this family. He wouldn’t be putting himself at risk for nameless and faceless people, but for his own blood. My own blood.
“You can help if you want.” I take a deep breath, hoping like hell I don’t regret those words later. “As long as you promise me you’ll be careful.”
He lifts my head, and our eyes meet. “I’ll help him find the man, but I won’t go in after him. I won’t put myself in danger for you and our children.”
There’s a warmth in my chest from his words, especially how he refers to Brax and Tate as ours.
That’s the thing about this man. There hasn’t been a day when I’ve felt like an outsider.
He’s embraced me completely, and so have the children.
His family has been beyond amazing, loving, and everything I could have dreamed of.
I lean forward and kiss his soft, warm lips. “Okay,” I whisper.
He rises to his feet as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Now that you’ve had your fun, woman, I think it’s time for me to remind you who’s really in charge.”
I giggle as he tosses me onto the bed and stands near the foot, staring down at me. “It’s still me,” I tease because if there’s one thing I’ve learned around the Gallo women, it’s that they rule the roost.
Angelo smiles and grabs my ankles so fast, I don’t have time to react before he pulls me toward him. “I’m pretty sure I am, baby, but think whatever you want if it makes you happy.”
“You make me happy,” I say, letting my eyes travel up his body. “Now, get naked and fuck me again.” I smirk.
He reaches back with one hand, pulling his shirt up and off before tossing it to the floor. “Your wish is my command,” he says as he yanks off his jeans and kicks them somewhere to the side.
My mouth instantly goes dry at the sight of my naked husband. I don’t care who’s in charge at this point. All I’m thinking about is the fact that he’s staring at me like I’m prey, and I like it.