Page 65 of Bastard Prince
“I told you, baby. Perfect.”
“Perfect,” she echoed, one hand on my shoulder, the other behind her on my knee, holding herself at the angle she needed. “Always.”
I could feel her muscles clench, the pulsing sensation an indication that my girl was close. Sliding one hand between us, I took her clit between two fingers, flicking it back and forth as I drove up over and over. Sweat ran down my chest and I could feel my balls start to tighten as we both chased that high. As I stared up into her beautiful face, flushed and completely open to me, Francesca bit down on her lower lip, quieting the sounds that were escaping her mouth almost unbidden.
“Let me hear you, Frankie,” I rasped, pulling her close and sucking that lip right into my own mouth. “I want to hear exactly how good it feels, baby.”
“So good. Better than I ever thought it could be.” Pressing her forehead to mine, she stared into my eyes as she swiveled her hips, grinding down on my cock as she shamelessly chased her orgasm.
And when it hit, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Throwing her head back, Francesca let out a wail that shook the windows behind us, and just the feel of her coming apart in my arms sent me over right after her.
Perfect.
For a moment, we just sat there, breathing, as I enjoyed the feeling of just being connected to another person so completely. When Francesca opened her eyes, she met my gaze and blushed, moving to climb off my lap like she was suddenly shy.
“Where you goin’, babe?” I asked, snagging her by the wrist.
“Oh,” she paused, chewing on that lip again, “I need to shower.” She let out an awkward chuckle. “You know, we really have to sort out this condom situation.”
Looking her over, I could see that she was clenching her thighs together, and it hit me like a fuckin’ train.
She was the only woman I’d ever fucked without a condom, and thinking about it now, this was the third time it had happened. It was so unlike me, to not think about suiting up before sex, but with Francesca, it seemed to be the last thing on my mind.
I wanted to be as close to her as possible, nothing between us, and the more I thought about the consequences of that behavior, the less I was worried.
Suddenly, that vision I had on our wedding night, the one with her pregnant, came flashing back into my mind. Only this time, I didn’t find myself shying away from it. This time, I embraced it. Picturing a future with this woman that included a family no longer scared the shit out of me. I wanted it all, and to do that, we needed to end this bullshit we were facing with the Family.
Only then could we get to where I suddenly wanted desperately to be.
Ignoring my racing heart, I pasted a casual smirk on my face and pulled her close. “Nah, babe. Ain’t nothin’ to sort.” Kissing the surprised look off of her face, I winked. “Things are exactly how they should be, Francesca. You wanna wait to get pregnant, that’s fine. But we’ll get you on some sort of birth control, because there is never gonna be anything between you and me again. You good with that?”
She blinked at me for a few moments, processing what I was sure she was seeing as a sudden case of insanity, then a small smile ghosted across her face. “I’m good with that.”
With that, she turned and headed into the bathroom as though we hadn’t just made a life-changing decision.
Once we were both showered—having gotten a little dirty while we were gettin’ clean—we headed down stairs again.
Rock was sittin’ at the island, still stuffing his face with Francesca’s French toast, but he smirked at me as we entered the room.
“I take it you’re both feeling better?” He chuckled. Francesca blushed, but I just flipped him off.
“Where’s the girl?” I asked, looking around the empty space. I no longer wanted to kill her, but there was no way I was just gonna let her walk. Not until this shit was sorted.
“The kid took her down the hall a while ago,” Rock replied, reaching for the last piece of bacon. I cringed. That was probably ice cold by now, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“You know,” Francesca said dryly, “they do both have names. Perhaps you could try using them?”
When neither one of us did anything but blink at her, she threw her hands up and headed to the fridge. Reaching inside, she retrieved a can of cold-pressed coffee, some high octane overly caffeinated shit that she seemed to live off of.
I leaned back against the island next to Rock, running both my hands down my face. I was fuckin’ exhausted, but there was no time for sleeping. I was done being a target.
I was ready to hunt.
Just then, Vinnie re-entered the room, looking like shit, too.
What a fuckin’ crew we were.
“How is she?” Francesca asked, and I could see her worry for her cousin on her face.
