Carlo’s POV
Carlo’s POV
Catalina and I had fallen into a routine, where she tried to ice me out and I tried to smooth talk her into any kind of conversation.
The first month after her miscarriage was the roughest. She avoided me at all costs, not that I blamed her.
Somehow, though, she eventually started coming out of her room more when I was home, but there was a disconnect from her that kept a distance between us.
I wanted to tear that gap apart, but knew she was in a sensitive state after the miscarriage.
I couldn’t believe she had been pregnant with my baby.
All in one moment I was elated to be a father only for it to be crushed when it was taken from me.
Then when she said she would never have another baby for me, it about destroyed me.
I had come back from a meeting early because the thought of being away from Catalina for too long didn’t sit right with me.
Even if we weren’t sharing the same room, I just needed to know she was nearby for peace of mind.
I know I didn’t deserve peace of mind, but I was trying to be patient.
I desperately wanted my wife back, in any capacity.
At this point I would take anything I could get from her, every little crumb would have to be enough.
Dom Gutierrez and Maximo Ruiz were pissed off that I didn’t stick around longer since they were trying to find Nico Cattaneo.
The sicko had tried to ambush Maximo’s wife Aria at their home several months back, killing a few of his men.
I was impressed to hear that Aria not only held her own, she commanded the remaining men, and took out several of Nico’s men, with Nico running away like a little bitch with his tail between his legs.
Aria even apparently got a shot off on him, shooting him in the shoulder.
There were rumors Nico had been seeking out allies wherever he could, including the Fire Dragons MC.
Dom knew of them, and he still had a bone to pick with them over planning the kidnapping of his wife.
Dom eventually told me he had let the kidnapping play out because he was testing his wife, Sophie Sanchez.
He made arrangements for a marriage with the family, aiming for the older sister, but it turned out she slept with every man she could get her filthy hands on.
After that discussion, I realized Emily was the Spanish equivalent to Serena Sanchez.
Made me realize how fucking stupid I had been.
Once I got home, I was up in my room getting ready to take a shower.
It was late, around midnight, so I didn’t bother going to my wife’s room.
I hated saying that. My wife’s room. This should be her fucking room, but here we were.
I was unbuttoning my shirt when the door opened suddenly, making me turn quickly, on alert.
And there in the doorway stood my drunk wife, looking at me with lust I had not seen in awhile.
Her hair was mussed up, but she looked fucking fantastic.
She was wearing one of her floor length silky nightgowns, the V-neck dipping low to show her luscious cleavage.
Now I was hard as a rock, staring at my curvy wife in all her drunken glory.
I knew I needed to be careful since she was still pissed at me, but I couldn’t even look away from her.
Catalina was neither big nor little. She was right in-between, perfect in every way. I stood in the middle of the bedroom, watching my wife stare at me.
She smiled lustfully at me.
“Let me help you with that, dear husband.” Her voice was husky even though her words were slurring.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, watching as she swayed into the room, directly towards me.
I should stop her. Take her back to her room. But I couldn’t move. It had been three months since I got to touch my wife. I hadn’t been with anyone else since that Emily fiasco, including my wife. And the way my wife looked now, I didn’t think I could be strong enough to say no.
Her hands slid gently up my chest to the last button I had stopped at, her fingers playing with the button, as she looked up at me through her lashes.
My little drunken seductress. Her eyes lowered back to my shirt.
She slowly began to unbutton my shirt, as I stood there, feeling helpless, but needy.
Once she finished the last button, her fingers brushed inside my shirt, her fingers tickled as she trailed her fingernails lightly from my waistband up over my stomach causing my breath to catch, and I grabbed her hand, gently.
“You should not be tempting me right now, baby.”
She leaned in a little more and looked back up at me through her lashes. In a breathy voice, she asked, “Why not? Am I not allowed to fuck my husband?”
I groaned. “You are not yourself right now, mi alma.”
She tugged on her wrist, pulling it gently out of my grasp, as she moved it back to my stomach, but then slid it downward until she was holding my very hard cock.
I groaned again as I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers, closing my eyes.
In a strained tone, “Please baby. Don’t do this.”
She kept rubbing my cock, making this decision even harder.
In a pouty voice, “Don’t you want your wife, Carlo?”
And that’s when I broke. Was I being weak? Abso-fucking-lutely. Damn this woman! Would I regret it? More than likely. But damn the consequences!
I pulled her hand away aggressively and slammed her to my body, rubbing my hard cock up against her silky nightgown. I gripped her head with my hand and kissed her aggressively. Our tongues were battling for dominance, and I could taste the liquor on her tongue.
We pulled apart, both panting.
She practically whined, “I need you, Carlo. Please!”
Being a gentleman went right out the window when that came out of her beautiful mouth. The need behind her words were intense.
I gripped her tightly, “I need you to, baby. I need you so fucking badly.”
I stepped back from her, making her whimper as I reached for my shirt. She stepped closer, and proceeded to help me take my shirt off, even in her clumsy drunken state.
She stumbled back, making me hesitate until she leaned in, reaching for my waistband. I pushed her hand away, and frantically pulled my pants off, leaving me in my brief underwear, my cock so hard it was poking out the top.
Catalina’s eyes zeroed in on the tip, licking her lips, making me groan again.
Damn this woman was such a turn on. I moved towards her, making her eyes whip up to mine, as I grabbed her gown and yanked it up quickly, off her.
She stood there naked except for her silky matching panties.
I grabbed her, pulling her back to me, rubbing my hard cock against her silky underwear, the only barriers between us.
I kissed her in a messy way, just needing to touch her, licking her lips.
Her hand pulled away from me and slid down to touch the tip of my cock that was peeking out of my underwear.
I knew this wouldn’t last long so I needed in her. Now.
“Baby, it’s been too long. I need you. Now baby.” My voice was hard, trying to keep myself under control. She pulled back smiling at me and took her panties off while staring at me. She did it slowly and delicately. Me? I just yanked mine off and tossed them. She laughed.
I lunged at her, making her squeal, and pushed her to the bed.
“No play time, baby. I need inside. Now.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, making me groan again. She pulled me closer, rubbing her very wet pussy against my cock.
“Oh for fuck sakes.”
She laughed softly.
I pushed in, trying to keep myself from exploding. She moaned, making it an even harder task. Once I was fully inside her, I stilled, regaining some restraint.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Hard and fast, Carlo, please.” She was practically begging now.
Oh she would definitely get what she wanted.
Without waiting I started moving, slow and steady for a few thrusts, then faster and harder.
This wasn’t going to last long, but I would make it count.
Catalina’s orgasm grew louder, making me realize she was as needy as I was.
She had vocal orgasms, but nothing like Emily’s.
I honestly hated how Emily would be loud and over the top.
Once or twice I actually lost my hard-on because of it.
I had to visualize someone else with her.
I guess that should have been another red flag.
This orgasm was louder than usual though, and I wondered if that was because she had been drinking.
Normally, Catalina didn’t drink a lot. She’d have maybe a glass of wine or two in one evening, but never more, and it was spread out across the night.
I had honestly never had sex with my wife drunk, so this was a new experience for us.
I was getting close and I needed her to finish.
“Baby, I need you to cum for me. I can’t last much longer.”
She grew louder, and after three more thrusts she exploded on my cock. I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom, but that thought just propelled me into thrusting harder, quicker until I exploded in her, groaning out her name.
I wanted her pregnant again. I wanted this woman to have my baby. Babies. Was it shitty to lock her in with a baby? Yes. Was that below me? Right now, hell no!
I leaned over her, waiting until I completely emptied my seed into her, then slowly pulled out, slid to the side, and pulled her back to front, gripping her tightly to me. She would be staying in my bed tonight. Because, tomorrow……...tomorrow would bring anger and chaos.