Page 18 of Her Dark Melody
Blue laughed. “Obviously.”
Romy turned around, straddling him. Blue immediately reached for her breasts, and she grinned, then sighed happily as he took a nipple into his mouth. She reached down to stroke his cock, feeling it swell and harden under her touch. Blue lifted her up and impaled her on his shaft. “God, your cunt is so silky,” he said, kissing her mouth, crushing his lips against hers as she began to ride him, rolling her hips towards his. His fingers bit into the skin of her hips as she took him in deeper and deeper. “Romy, Romy,Romy…”
The whisper of her name made her whole body tingle, and she increased her pace, looking down to watch his cock slide in and out of her. “A beautiful sight, eh?” Blue whispered, “I love watching usfuck.”
“God, yes…” Romy was close, and when Blue started to stroke her clit, she shivered and gave a little cry as she came, then smiled as she felt him pump thick, creamy cum deep into her belly. “I love you so much, BlueAllende.”
“And I love you,” he said, kissing her passionately. As she caught her breath, Blue was gazing up at her with such love in his gorgeous green eyes that her eyes filled withtears.
“Hey, hey, hey…” he said in concern, pulling her in for a kiss. “Perché piangi, bella?Why are youcrying?”
She smiled as the tears dropped down her cheeks. “They’re happy tears…I swear…I’ve never been so happy as I am right now. Our beautiful family…and you. Blue, I don’t know what I’d do withoutyou.”
“You’ll never have to find out, baby. I couldn’t live withoutyou.”
Romy pressed her lips to his again. “Let’s get out of this tub and go to bed, baby. I want to fuck you all nightlong.”
As they dried themselves, Romy massaged moisturizer into her body. As she stroked the cream into the skin on her belly, she traced the faint scar of the bullet wound she had sustained all those years ago. She’d been lucky; the bullet hadn’t hit any major organs and arteries, and their daughter, at the time only a tiny, tiny embryo, had alsosurvived.
Blue came up behind her and swept her into his arms making her giggle, and carried her off to their bed. As he covered her body with his, she gazed up at him and knew she had everything she had ever wanted right here, right now. No one could touchthem.
Very soon,she would discover, in the worst way, that she waswrong.
Chapter Eight
A boy, not older than seven or eight, skidded to a halt in front of Ebony and gaped at her. He had the same shaggy black hair and bright green eyes as Atlas and Ebony smiled at him. “You must beFino.”
A moment’s hesitation and then the boy smiled, the same wide, friendly, devastating smile as his uncle, and presumably his father. A moment later, Ebony saw his father, Mateo, as he came down the steps of the Tigri mansion to greetthem.
“Hey, At, hey, Ebony, great to meetyou.”
Ebony thought he was going to kiss her cheek; instead, Mateo picked her up and twirled her around, making her shriek with laughter. Atlas chuckled, shaking his head. “He likes to surprisepeople.”
“Ebony isn’t people, she’s family,” his brother corrected, setting Ebony back on her feet and grinning down at her. “You said ityourself.”
“Did you?” Ebony looked at Atlas and smiled, touched all over again even though he’d said as much at the dinnertable.
“That’s the last time I tell you a secret,” Atlas teased his brother, while wrestling with hisnephew.
“I’ve never seen him so enchanted,” Mateo went on,smirking.
Ebony flushed as Atlas sighed. “Dude.”
Mateo grinned, unrepentant. “Sorry, bro. Fino, come give Ebony ahug.”
Ebony was about to say he didn’t need to when Fino threw himself at her. She hugged the young boy, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the warmth of the Tigri’s greeting, but she soon realized it was par for the course for the Tigri twins. Their house, while as palatial as she would have expected, was also a place of love and laughter. Mateo introduced her to the sweet Molly, who clearly adored both Mateo and his son, and enjoyed a jokey relationship with Atlas. Their chef, Annalise, prepared a delicious buffet for their lunch, and afterward, Atlas took Ebony on a tour of thegrounds.
It was bitingly cold, but Ebony hunkered down in her thick wool coat, and Atlas offered her his arm. The grounds looked like a Winter Wonderland – a hoar frost was clinging to the vegetation, the trees, and the fences around theproperty.
“You grew uphere?”
Atlas nodded. “Most of the year. We spent a lot of time in Italy, too, Padua, where we were born.” He smiled down at her. “Maybe I can take you theresometime.”
Ebony grinned. “One thing at a time, Atlas, I’m still processing that someone like you could want someone likeme.”
Atlas frowned. “I don’t understand what youmean.”
“I mean, look at this.” She gestured around the grounds, and to the house. “I’m just a kid from St. Anne’s. Obe and I went to regular high school, we brown-bagged our lunches, we worked three jobs through college to pay for it. I’m…ordinary, and you are…agod.”
