Page 68 of The Forever One
“Oh, my fucking gods, Marco. You got me a tiny Bruce?” Her eyes well up immediately, her lip trembling with happiness and probably a little sorrow at the loss of my mother’s long-time companion. But when she looks back up at me as though asking for permission to pick up the little fur ball, tears track down her rosy cheeks and spill across her mouth.
“Well, I don’t think we can call him Tiny Bruce, it might give him a complex.”
“Yeah, we need to find a name.” She picks him up like he’s crystal and capable of breaking with too much pressure and brings him to her lips, kissing his ridiculously small muzzle. Now, I have to admit, the thing is cute as fuck, but as soon as his miniscule tongue starts lapping at River’s mouth, I decide to put the brakes on that shit.
“No, no, Tiny, there’s no licking my wife. Get your own damn wife. Then you can lick whatever you want.” River looks at me as her hands go to his ears. At least, I think it’s his ears, all I really see is a globe of fur.
“Do not call him theTword.” She brings him back to her mouth and starts kissing him all over. Then I remember why having children wasn’t a priority. I suppose I didn’t take into account that she could love this guy and ignore me.
“He needs a name.” Leaning toward me, she meets my lips with hers, aiming for a tender kiss, but I’m not having it. My hand darts out, my fingers curling around the short strands at the back of her head as I brand her with my mouth, a kiss so hard and full of deep-seated heat that it makes my dick instantly hard.
“He does. But I need to fuck you more than he needs a name.” Careful not to crush the little guy, I bring my lips to River’s ear and chuckle. “I hope you’re ready to potty train him.” Stepping away, I wink at my wife as Stefano chuckles beside me, taking his leave.
“Marco! You gave him to me, it’s your job to train him. Plus, you’re the big dominant here, he’ll listen to you.” I cock my head to the side as she juts out her bottom lip and pouts. As if I’d fall for that.
“Oh!” Mischief dances in her eyes, her entire body vibrating with excitement. “I have the perfect name.”
Deep down in my gut, I have a bad feeling about this. The little brat that likes to come out and play is teasing me, and I’m certain the next words out of her mouth won’t make me happy.
“All right, let’s hear it.” Her wide grin and wide eyes are scaring me.
“Polo.”
I pause, frowning.
“Polo? Why would you call…”Oh, fuck no.
“Yes!” She sees the exact moment I realize what she’s planning on putting me through for the foreseeable future.
“Fuck. No. This is not happening. I am putting my veto on this bullshit, right here. Right now.”
“Yes! Come on! That way I can call you both at the same time. Marco! Polo!”
“Stefano!” I call for him but my stare is solely on River.
“Signore?”
“Would you mind taking him for a long walk? I need some privacy with my wife.” It’s my turn to grin like I have plans to destroy her.
“Si, of course.” River pouts as she hands over a whining little puppy, but the way she licks her lips as she watches me, I know she’s anticipating my next move.
When the front door closes, I grin and lean into River, the front of my body pressing against her, pushing her across the room until her thighs hit the dining room table.
“You know what this means, right?” My tone is low and dark as I watch her watching me.
“Hmm, I’m guessing I’ll have a hard time sitting tomorrow.” By the glint in her eyes, I’m guessing she doesn’t mind the consequences of her actions.
“Interesting choice of words, Tesoro. Hard.” I lick a hot trail from her collar bone to her jaw, tasting the saltiness of her skin. “Hard like your head when you’re being stubborn. Like my cock every time you’re near me. Like this table where I’m going to fuck the sass right out of you.”
“Like the pounding I can’t wait to get.” This woman…
Fucking Hell, she’s perfect.
“Exactly like that.”
I spin her around and push her down on the table, head turned to the side so she can see everything I’m about to do to her.
With a quick flip of the wrist, I pop off the button of her jeans and slide down the zipper before I push the denim to the floor, leaving it there at her ankles.