Chapter 17 #2
I blow out a breath. “Happy you like my baked pea pancetta.”
“The parmesan and mozzarella cheese make it incredible,” he adds.
Nico nuzzles my ear. “Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Pitucco.”
Would he ever get tired of calling me by my new last name?
It doesn’t appear he will. I love it when he calls me Mrs. Pitucco. The way his eyes light up with pride lets me know he adores me. Deeply and truly.
Sitting side by side, we eat dinner and watch the movie.
“It’s been so long since we sat and watched a movie together,” I say.
“Now we live under the same roof. No popping up at your house to spend time with you. I have you to myself for the rest of our years.”
I lean into his neck and plant a kiss.
Three mojitos later, Nico has pulled me up into his arms. He stalks into the large suite.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I stare into his brown eyes. “What are we about to do Mr. Pitucco?”
His hands firmly palm my ass. “I’m about to fuck my beautiful wife.”
I blush as he lowers me onto the bed. Leaning up on my elbows, I lick my lips as he removes his shirt.
“Nico, I want to shower,” I purr as I stand to my feet, take his shirt from his hand, and toss it on the bed.
I’d been in the pool, then we went into the ocean. And I love watching the water stream over Nico’s washboard abs. I love the way he pushes his wet hair back.
“So fucking sexy,” I mutter as I take his hand, leading him into the bathroom.
“What?” he asks.
“You naked in the shower.” I wink.
“Such a naughty little wife.”
“Nico,” I moan.
This man knows he drives me crazy.
I halt at the mirror and pin my hair up while Nico uses the bathroom. This is married life. Not like he’s never used the bathroom in front of me while we were in the same space. I like that we continue to be so comfortable around each other.
The black and gold sleek, long countertop yells luxury. The toilet is at the other end of the bathroom, next to the shower. A black and gold standalone tub is behind me. The bathroom walls are mirrored. You can see your reflection at every angle. I love this.
“Nico, grab the rum, please.”
He nods, steps beside me, and washes his hands in the second sink. This man knows if he doesn’t wash his hands after using the toilet, I will lose it.
The second he steps out of the bathroom, I relieve myself.
Nico returns, placing two crystal tumblers on the sink. He pours two fingers of rum into our glasses. After I wash my hands, I grab my glass.
“Let’s toast,” I say.
He smirks and lifts his glass. “To married life.”
“To married life,” I repeat as we clink glasses.
“And to us being a powerful couple.”
Nico’s face lights up. “We’ve always been a powerful couple, baby.”
I bring my glass to my lips and sip as my fingers roam his chest.
“You’re right. We took care of the vain girl who fat-shamed Jenny. We also took care of Chris.”
I take another sip, then place the glass on the counter.
My fingers curl around the thin strap of my red summer dress.
Nico reaches for the other strap, his calloused fingers dragging along my skin, and a shiver strikes my body.
He steps even closer and clenches my chin.
His lips sweep mine. My fingers move over my name inked on his skin.
It’s surreal to see how far we’ve come once I finally gave in to him.
Gave into us. It’s not like I didn’t want Nico.
I felt so betrayed by what he did in high school.
I felt if I gave in to him, everyone would see me as weak.
I hated the way my own bodyguard, Javier, looked at me whenever I’d meet with Nico.
And Nico always wore that cocky smirk that said, ‘see I can have her anytime I want.’
Breaking our kiss, I inch backward.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, concern lacing his words.
With the dress still molded to my thick frame, I hop up on the counter and pour myself another drink.
“So many times I wanted to be with you…Nico,” I whisper.
He gulps down the contents in the glass.
“I was so weak. Coming to you after you crushed my heart…”
I shake my head. “…who learned their boyfriend bet he could take your virginity, and then planned to humiliate you?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I put the train back on the tracks.”
Nico didn’t say a word. He listened.
“I remember Javier’s face when I went to see if you were at the pizza place with that cheerleader. He shook his head like he was disgusted by my actions. And how I let you get under my skin time and time again.”
“Yes, the way I went about getting you back into my life was unconventional. I promise it didn’t matter if you didn’t come to my dorm room that day because I was coming for you. The second Rod entered the bet to take your virginity. I couldn’t allow it.”
Rod believed his tall, athletic frame, blonde hair, and blue eyes guaranteed he’d be the one to take my virginity. He assumed every girl desired him simply because he was handsome.
He was wrong. I only wanted Nico.
“I wanted to be your first and your last. But entering the bet severely risked me being your last.”
“You tried to hurt or kill them all, Nico,” I grit out.
“Because you were mine. Was it wrong that I cockblocked every guy that looked your way? Yes. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. Honestly, I liked being free.” He slips his fingers through his hair.
“Being free to talk to whoever while keeping guys from getting close to you. It was wrong. Shit, Serenity, I was fucking obsessed with you. Yet, in denial at the same time. Once we spent time together, I knew there wasn’t another girl for me.
The bet was a double-edged sword. It kept other guys at bay and forced me into a relationship.
You were mine, Serenity.” He palms my face and presses his forehead against mine. “Always mine.”
I drink in this moment before he steps back and stares into my eyes. His large hands squeeze my thick thighs and I love it.
“Nico, I respect your honesty. I wish I was strong enough to receive it early on. I know I’m my own woman and if I wanted to forgive you, that was my choice.
However, I chose to distance myself more and more from you.
It didn’t matter how much I hurt inside not seeing your face or being in your arms. I couldn’t be made a fool of. ”
Nico pulls me into his arms. “I apologize for what I put you through. Finally, I have you all to myself,” he murmurs.
His heart beats rapidly in his chest.
Vulnerability has never looked so good on Nico.
“Take off my dress,” I breathe.
He holds up a finger. “One sec.”
Nico steps into the shower and turns on the water.
He returns, unzips the dress, and yanks it off my body. While he ditches the rest of his clothes, I strip out of mine.
“Nico, I need you,” I purr.
He hooks my legs around his chiseled waist. His hard length pressing against my stomach. My arms rest on his broad shoulders as my lips tease his. “Dear husband, you are my wet dream,” I breathe before I suck on his tongue briefly, which tastes like rum.
He smiles like a schoolboy. “I fucking love that.”
I stare at him with love and desire in my gaze. My fingers slip through his silky strands under the hot water. We’re at the back of the shower so the water doesn’t hit my hair. Hot water shoots out from the lower jets, spraying my lower body parts.
He fist his dick between us. “I’ll fuck you while you’re dirty and clean. It doesn’t matter, I have to have you anyway I can get you.”
His long, thick cock fills my starved pussy.
“Yes, I need it,” I murmur as my back smacks the cool wall. “So many times I wanted to show up at your house in the middle of the night.”
Nico pushes in and pulls back in pleasing rhythmic strokes.
His tongue trails down the side of my face. “That’s why I came to you so many times. I needed your sweet cunt wrapped around my cock.”
Nico fucks me harder. My breasts bounce up and down as my head drops back.
“Fuck yes,” I yell. My words come out shaky.
I can feel the first orgasm coming on as my back meets the cool, sleek tiles again.
“I have one mission on our honeymoon,” he says as he pauses.
I stare up at him through hooded lashes. “What’s that?”
His eyes darken. “To get you pregnant.” Nico slams into me again and again. His large hand bends my knee and holds it in place.
“I’ll let you come. Once we’re in that bed and I give you this dick again, your job is to keep my cum inside your pussy. I want my swimmers to strike your womb.”
I almost laugh but the wind is knocked out of me as he slams deep inside, hitting that special spot that has me screaming his name.
“Nico,” I roar as my fingernails dig into his skin and fucking stars flash behind my eyes.
“All I want is this dick tonight. We, we need to make up for lost time,” I whimper. My legs tremble so badly if he places me on my feet, I’ll fall.
Nico sits me on the bench. “Let’s get cleaned up so we can get dirty again.” He winks.
My hair would be a complete mess by the time we land because I’m taking this dick all fucking night.