Page 96 of In Her Blood
Evelina grinned when she saw Otto engaged in some sort of conversation that looked like a debate with the other alpha males of her family. She had appreciated their acceptance of him in Chicago, on her turf, but it had meant the world to her when they had continued to welcome him when she’d brought him along to every visit to New Jersey since. Otto was slow to open up to people, but she knew he held a respect and growing fondness for them, too.
She glanced around and spied Grace and Iris talking beside the fireplace, so she ambled toward them rather than crossing the entire room awkwardly. She remembered when she’d met them how struck she’d been by two very dynamic thoughts.
Of course,Dante, the Dragon, would marry a woman with fire-colored hair. And they were stunning together, no doubt about it.
Grace, somehow, seemed like exactly the opposite of what Evelina would have imagined for Romeo. But there was no denying they worked.
Iris offered Evelina a warm smile. “I’m a little sad you have to fly home tomorrow.”
“Will you have time to meet for breakfast somewhere?” Grace asked. “We should do a ladies’ brunch if we can. I know a great place.”
Evelina laughed. “Now you’re asking for trouble.”
Felicity latched onto Evelina’s shoulders. “Does this great place have room for a couple of expecting mamas?”
Iris’s eyes widened. “Lina?”
“Bozhe moy, no!” She waved a hand and pinched Felicity’s arm in retribution. “I’m still enjoying the honeymoon phase.”
Brandi dropped into the corner seat of the sofa nearest Grace. “You’re married. These things do happen.” A grin tipped her lips before she gulped down the last of her wine.
“Eventually,” Evelina stressed.
Grace chuckled as she looked past her. “Or not so eventually. We’ll understand if you can’t make it tomorrow, but I’ll text you the location, okay?”
Evelina made to turn and look for herself, but Iris took a step forward and pulled her into a hug. “In case we miss you tomorrow, travel safe.”
Evelina gave her cousin-in-law a quick squeeze before they stepped apart. “Hey, if something happens to my plane, blame your husband.”
“I heard that.”
She didn’t know if the other women laughed at Dante’s comment or because she actually jumped. The man had no right moving in silence after a whole damn weekend of celebrating and theoretically relaxing. But she merely responded by smiling innocently up at him, right up until Otto folded both arms around her.
“Time to turn in for the night, baby,” he murmured into her ear.
She could see the others gathering things and putting away emptied glasses, so she supposed he was right. Like it or not, another trip had effectively come to an end. She pried herself from Otto long enough to bid goodnights to everyone as best she could, exchanging hugs or cheek kisses, and then she allowed Otto to lead her to what had become their portion of Aunt Nora’s home when they visited.
Someday, she’d have to insist her aunt let them have their own space. But that probably wouldn’t be until she had a terror-raising toddler to factor in.
In the meantime, at least they had a massive bedroom, an attached three-piece bathroom, and Otto’s personal favorite feature, a door that locked. She’d laughed when he’d first made that declaration—right up until he’d lifted her up and onto hiscock right there in what would have been full view of the open doorway. The locking door had become hersecondfavorite feature, because the walk-in shower was really damn nice. And spacious. It also provided the same bonus.
Otto scooped her up, as he always did, as soon as the door was locked. He kissed her and peeled away her clothes before throwing her on the bed, and she giggled into his mouth at his enthusiasm. Not so much because it was funny, but because her heart was light.
Because she was happy.
Because for as happy as having a warm and actually loving family made her, absolutely nothing made her happier than Otto. All of her stress melted away with his touch. She got to be nothing more or less than a woman in love, who was loved, when Otto held her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue sliding from his mouth as his cock speared into her again, and they swallowed each other’s moans.
Otto moved his lips along her jaw, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. “Next Christmas,” he said, voice delightfully thick, “I want your belly nice and round with my seed.” He dragged his teeth down her throat as heat pulsed through her and her legs tightened around his hips. “I want you to be the one everyone fawns over. I want to see your face glow like that.” He brought his face up to hover his lips over hers again. “And I just really fuckin’ want to make a family with you, Lina.”
She wasn’t one to cry during sex, but her emotion betrayed her and tears blurred her vision. “We’ll try really hard,” shesaid, stretching her neck to chase his mouth, “as soon as it’s removed.” Maybe she’d get it removed early. But he wanted her pregnant for Christmas, so she should wait.
He grunted. “Yeah.” Then he slammed his lips to hers again and drove deep, hips canted at the perfect angle to send her flying.
She sobbed through her orgasm, clinging to him as her mind raced with visions of their sweet, once impossible future.
The End
