Page 125 of Born into Mayhem
“It’s not like I have a choice. They start screaming, and the milk just starts coming. I have no control over my body.” She looks down at Seryozha and runs her finger along his chubby cheek. “They’re lucky they’re so cute and it’s impossible for me to get irritated with them.” He looks up at his mom and gives her a big gummy smile.
“That’s sweet,” Mia says, “but also really gross. No more talk about milky boobs.”
The others laugh, more than used to Mia’s squeamishness about certain things, but when I look over, I see Luka giving Lara a heated look and a quick wink. It appears Mia’s cousin doesn’t share her views on the grossness ofmilky boobs, and as soon as Mira starts fussing, he doesn’t waste any time in helping Lara inside so she can feed their daughter.
Niki, Damien, and Evgeny come over to join our group, and when we’re all together, I hear the unmistakeable smartass voice of Vitaly Melnikov, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. “There’s my niece and the man she swore she wasn’t interested in.”
Mia hands Jake back to Vitya and then returns her uncle’s boisterous hug. Vitaly lets her go and then points a finger at her. “You lied to me. I forgive you because you’re family and I love you, but you lied to me.” He takes on a higher pitch, trying to mimic her when he says, “No, of course I’m not going to Italy to have hot sex with the Italian who’s twice my age. I’m not Nat.”
“First, that doesn’t sound anything like me,” Mia says, but it’s obvious she’s trying not to laugh. “And second, I’m not going to comment on the rest of it.”
Vitaly grins. “As soon as Jolene popped you out, I knew you were going to be a handful. I could see it in your eyes. Those are my brother’s genes at work.”
Lev hears Vitaly and walks over, and when his brother sees him, he laughs and wraps an arm around Vitya’s shoulders. “If you want toborrow my Russian son-in-law for a bit and pretend he’s yours, I’ll allow it.”
Vitya rolls his eyes and scoffs out a laugh before saying something in Russian that makes Sveta cover Seryozha’s ears while Vitaly’s mouth drops open in mock horror.
“I can’t believe you kiss my sweet daughter with that mouth,” Vitaly says.
Sveta grins, “He does a lot of things with that mouth.”
Vitaly groans and covers his ears. “Jesus, don’t say things like that.”
Sveta just laughs and nudges her twin brother. “I’m finally getting payback for all the years of inappropriate comments and public displays of affection.”
“That’s different,” Vitaly insists. “Your mom and I were showing you the importance of a loving marriage.”
“This is a loving marriage,” Sveta says, leaning against her husband.
“And you’re my daughter, so you can’t tell me anything sexual. Ever. Samantha is a precious gift, and as far as I’m concerned, Jake and Seryozha were immaculately conceived. End of story.”
Before he can get too sidetracked, he looks over at me and says, “I couldn’t bring a cake for your wedding because of the long flight, but your mom and I hit a few bakeries the other day, and holy shit, I might move to Italy.”
“I’m glad you’re getting along so well with my mother,” I tell him. “She loves cooking for people.”
“She hated me at first because of the whole Russian Bratva thing,” he says, waving a hand in the air like it’s no biggie, “but I warmed my way into her heart when I cleaned my plate and asked for seconds.”
“And then thirds,” Katya says, walking over to kiss her smiling husband.
My dad gets everyone’s attention with several bottles of wine, and it isn’t long before we’re all raising a glass and drinking to my beautiful bride and our amazing future. We spend the next few hours celebrating with everyone as the sun dips lower in the sky and the salty breezedrifts up from the coast. Pulling Mia into my lap, I bring my face to her neck and breathe in her scent.
“Today is perfect,amore,” I tell her.
With everyone else laughing and talking, she leans in so her mouth is by my ear. “I hate that I’m still not healed. We can’t even consummate our marriage.”
“It’s consummated in every way that matters,amore. You’re my wife, and it’s not just pretend this time. My ring is on your finger, you have my last name, my heart, my body, and my soul.” I kiss her neck and give it a teasing bite. “And you’ll have my cock inside you as soon as the doctor says you’re healed. Enjoy your break,piccola vipera, because as soon as I’m allowed back inside you, I may never leave.”
“I may never let you leave,” she says, making me smile, and then she gives the saddest-sounding sigh. “I really miss your dick.”
A deep laugh comes out of me before I can stop it. “It misses you, too, baby, believe me.” I nip at the crook of her neck and say, “Not too much longer, little viper. We can survive this, because as long as we have each other, we can survive anything.” I kiss her soft skin and add, “Don’t worry. I’m still going to make you come so hard tonight you’ll see stars, and then I’m going to do it again and again and again.”
She gives an approving hum, and then lets out a soft sigh when she feels me growing hard under her ass.
“That would make me feel a little better about things,” she says, wiggling in my lap just enough to drive me crazy.
“Soon,amore,” I promise, and then I give her another kiss and wrap my arms even tighter around her while our families turn up the music and use the veranda as a dance floor.
I never thought in a million years that I’d ever get married, but now that I have my wife in my arms, I can’t imagine ever going back to a time before her. The very idea has me squeezing her even tighter. Mia is a handful in the best possible way. She’s never going to take a backseat or quietly stay on the sidelines where it’s safe. No, her cute ass is always going to find a way to be at the very center of any trouble she can sniff out. I know this about her. I know she’s alwaysgoing to keep me on my toes, that I’ll constantly worry about her, and that boring will never be a word I’ll use to describe our marriage, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
