by Posey Parks
Her eyes glassed over. “I will. The man I fell in love with remembers me and I can’t tarnish that.”
Emoni wiggled her nose over my Adam’s apple. “Sorry I fell asleep. What did Tadeas and Joce say before they left?”
Her eyes met mine. “They understood. Deeper into your pregnancy you’ll sleep more.”
Her brow wrinkled. “How do you know?”
“The internet.”
She laughed.
“I also found that prenatal vitamins consist of a variety of vitamins and minerals that make our little bambino healthy.”
She raised a brow. “Maybe I should purchase What to Expect When Your Wife is Expanding.”
I twisted my lips at one end. “That’s the book I was reading. I bought the eBook.”
She slapped my chest, laughing. “You’ll make the best dad. I can’t wait to see you with him or her or them.”
“Don’t be surprised if I spend just as much time with them as you.”
Her hand swept along my cheek.
My smiled faded. “We can’t lose our baby, Emoni. Nadine agreed to see you Tuesday.”
“Why the sense of urgency?”
“Maceo, told me about the pain you experienced after I was shot. He said the bleeding here was the second complication you had during your pregnancy. That’s why you need to take it easy. Don’t do more than needed in Vegas.”
My thumbs stroked her nipples through her bra.
“Oh-oh ok, baby,” she moaned as she shoved my shirt and blazer down my bulging arms.
She sat back on her calves and licked her lips. Before I could say a word, her tongue slicked over the ridges between my abs.
Her fingers moved quick, unfastening my black slacks. She shoved them down my muscled thighs. “I want to make love to my husband. It’s weird. Even though you had amnesia, it was like you had to have me. But you didn’t know me.” She shook her head.
I gripped her face and peered into her eyes. “All that mattered was in my heart I knew you were the woman I wanted for so long. The man I was, chose you as his wife.
It was weird because being in your presence you wore your sincerity on your sleeve. I love that about you, Emoni.”
I kicked my pants and boxers aside. “Still makes my dick hard the way you watched your surroundings as I was wheeled into the medical facility.” I yanked her ponytail, tilting her head back, exposing the sensitive flesh of her neck.
“You were destined to be my wife. We had no idea we’d meet. Went through so much bullshit in our lives to enjoy this moment right here as husband and wife.” I sucked her neck.
“I believe it too, Marco.”
My cell rang. “Shit,” I growled against her skin.
“Take it, Marco.”
I released her, bent over, and retrieved my cell from my inside blazer pocket.
“Hey, Gage, how’s it going?” I sat on the bed, resting my head against the headboard.
Emoni’s lips ran across my tatted shoulder.
“Marco, the club is packed.”
“Good hopefully we’ll make some of the money we’re losing due to the strip club’s closing.”
“We’ve almost sold out of champagne. The cigar room is also very popular. And the other party went off without a hitch. Our friend had a great time. He enjoyed the gifts.”
I smiled. “Great. Be at my parents house tomorrow at noon.”
“Will do. Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year.” I disconnected the call and placed the cell on the nightstand.
“What did Gage say?” Emoni’s hand swept across my chest.
“That our friend enjoyed the party. No problems from him. I’ll arrange a meeting with the Knights of Hell and make a business wager.”
“That’s great,” she sighed.
“I look forward to the new year. We’ll have a fresh start.”
My lips fell upon her forehead, and I rubbed her stomach. “Yes, we will.” My fingers grazed over her soft ass. I tugged at the thong and pushed the skimpy material over her ample ass.
“You don’t have to push me to hangout without you.”
Her eyes saddened. “You’re a boss. I don’t want to hinder your normal routine.”
“Routine, Emoni? I spent most of my time in strip clubs getting my dick sucked and fucking women who meant nothing to me. You, us, this is what I wanted. Spending time with my beautiful wife is all I desire. Baby, I couldn’t even let you go outside the country without me for one day.” My thumb grazed her lower pouty lip as my green eyes stared into her almond shaped dark eyes.
“I was so happy to see you, Marco. I’m not used to a healthy relationship.”
“Me either. But I know, tearing each other down isn’t what we’ll do.”
Her face brightened. I crushed those sexy plump lips and continued shoving her thong down her legs. Her perfect manicured big toe flung the thong across the room. Leaning over her, Emoni’s fingers dug into my moussed hair. Her back arched, and her taut nipples brushed against my chest through her bra. I unhooked her bra, Emoni yanked it off and tossed it aside.
“I love your big breasts.” My teeth clenched the tip of her nipple.
“I love that you love them, Marco,” she whimpered.
Her legs fell open underneath me. My hand slid up the underside of her breast as I tried to suck her entire melon. While I sucked her left nipple, I pinched the other.
“God, I missed you, Marco. Look at me.”
I peeked up at her, never removing my mouth from her breast.
“I know your back because you stare at me with love in your eyes and lust,” she giggled.
My lips widened. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.” My tongue slicked over to the other breast and I sucked thoroughly. Emoni circled her pussy against my cock in response.
Her finger nails dug into my shoulders and back. My tongue slithered across her stomach, mound, and into her soaked pussy.
“Oh, my fucking goodness,” she yelled.
This was the first time we’d been in our house alone. Catch enjoyed the cold, he’d probably walk the premises for an hour before he came back into the house.
My wife never had to quiet down. Didn’t matter who was in our home, but tonight she probably felt free to let go.
I caressed her breasts. Emoni’s hands gripped my arms.
“Staring at your body is the highlight of every day.”
I chuckled. “Your obsession with my tattoos is sexy.”
“Good, so I won’t weird you out if I’m staring at your tattoos while your sleeping and you wake up and catch me?”
My lips pressed against her center. “No, baby. This body belongs to you.”
“Sure the fuck does. I’ll kill any bitch who disrespects me.”
I glanced at her. “Sweetheart, don’t I know it.”
We laughed.
“Emoni, you taste so fucking good.” I tongue fucked her hungry hole.
She circled her pussy against my mouth.
My tongue slid along her folds toward her clit. Holding her folds open with my thumbs, I sucked her nub.
Her body arched again. “Marco, it’s coming,” she gasped.
“Let it go, Emoni.”
The tip of my tongue worked the nerve endings in her clit.
She tugged my hair as her body shivered. Emoni screamed at the top of her lungs.
I peered at her through my lashes. Her beautiful face contorted and tears slid down the sides of her face.
Fuck, watching her cum face was almost enough to make me come.
“Emoni, come here.” I pulled her into my lap.
Her limp head fell upon my shoulder.
“Baby, will you make it?”
A tiny smile crept across her lips. “Yes. That was a powerful orgasm.” Her words slurred.
“That was just the first, baby.”
Slowly, I slid my long, thick cock into her, pulsating pussy.
Emoni gripped the nape of my neck and sh
oved her tongue into my mouth. She sucked my tongue, tasting her goodness.
Holding her waist, I slammed inside her repeatedly. Emoni’s head dropped back the deeper I stroked. I watched her fall apart in my arms again.
“Right there, Marco. Shit, shit, that feels so good. God,” she screamed.
Emoni sat on her knees, circling her hips. I gripped her ass, plunging inside her. My teeth scathed her neck as her pussy gripped my cock.
“Emoni, fuck, I’m trying to hold on. You feel so good, baby.”
I flipped her beneath me, grabbed her leg, holding it in the air. My other hand was braced on the side of her head. I sucked on her lips.
“Baby, damn, you feel so fucking amazing. My face contorted as I slipped back and forth inside her slick pussy.
Her hands splayed my chest as I pushed deep inside her the final time. My cock jerked inside of her as my cum spewed Emoni’s warm walls.
The countdown began. We stared into each other’s eyes. Her hand caressed my face and ear. Emoni’s head inched upward. Our lips met on the count of one.
“Happy New year, Marco.”
“Happy New year, Emoni.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EMONI
Standing outside the Bentley in the garage, I slid my sweaty palms down the sides of my dress coat.
Marco’s large hand slipped around my waist. “It will be ok. Take a deep breath.”
I inhaled, then exhaled.
“Marco, I don’t think I can do it.”
His lips pressed against my long hair. “Come on.” He intertwined our fingers, pulling me into the house.
Catch followed behind us. I’d only seen him twice now. Marco had so many men. I should say we had a lot of bodyguards.
Catch stepped beside me as he closed the door and said hello to Lucas and Leana. His gray eyes lit up.
Marco slipped my coat off then his, draping them over Catches arm.
“Marco, if you need me, I’ll be in the family room,” he said with a thick Boston accent. The black suit hugged his muscled frame. He was about six two. His blond hair was pulled in a low man bun. His wide smile dented his cheeks, revealing his dimples.
“I apologize, Mrs. Esposito, if you need me just call.”
“Thank you, Catch.”
Stepping closer, I hugged Leana. “How are you?”
“Good, Emoni.” She stood back, brushing her hands along my arms.
The pink form fitting dress that fell below her knees complemented her shape. “How do you feel?”
“Oh, the baby is fine. I promised Marco I’d take it easy.” He smiled. “I am holding you to that.”
Lucas fell next to his wife. “Good to see you, Emoni.” His smile was sneaky, as always.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“I always feel like you tolerate me.” My eyes narrowed.
He sat in one of the chairs at the counter. “Listen, my son went from bedding down several women to marrying one. Cutting off the others permanently. You don’t think you two married rather quickly?”
“What the fuck?” Marco growled.
I squeezed his hand.
“Marco and I are right for each other. He’s the best man for me. He loves me with all of his heart despite if we’d only been together for a few months. You had an arranged marriage.”
His eyes widened. Guess he didn’t think Marco would mention that tidbit of information.
“It was probably difficult in the beginning but you found your way through.”
Leana smiled, never peeking over her shoulder at her husband.
He gruffly rubbed his stubbled face. “Your family’s waiting for you in the living room.” A devilish smile curled his lips.
Mr. Asshole himself got a kick out of how apprehensive I was to see my parents.
Leana kissed my cheek. “Ignore him.”
She turned on her heels and sauntered into the living room. My heart beat a mile a minute. Marco clutched my waist.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered through the plastered smile.
My mother and father stood as we entered the living room.
“Janae and Omar, I’d like you to meet my son, Marco.”
Leana stretched her hand toward him.
He stepped forward, shaking their hands, respectively. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
My mothers red lips didn’t quite meet her eyes. A scowl remained in place on my dad’s face.
My dad aged more than my mom over the years. His low-cut hair was almost all gray.
His eyes scanned my five-five frame. “We met your in-laws and your husband spoke to us and you can’t open your mouth,” he bit out.
“Hello, momma and daddy.”
“Do they know we haven’t seen you in years? It was like we sent our child off to college. She visited a few times then after she graduated, we never saw her again except on that damn FaceTime.” His thick lips tightened.
“It was like she forgot who raised her,” dad growled.
Hurt was etched in his dark brown features.
“Dad, how could I forget you and mommy?” I felt like I reverted back to a five-year-old child in their presence. The Donna of the Esposito’s disgraced before her in-laws.
Mom sat on the sofa, curling her legs to one side in her gray chiffon swing dress.
She pressed the scraggly tissue under her eyes.
“Emoni.”
I peeked to the left.
Jocelyn smirked as she strolled toward me, gripping Tadeas’ hand. I kissed her cheek.
“Hey, Joce.” I smirked. My hand shivered in Marco’s grip. My rock wouldn’t leave my side, no matter how thick the tension was in the room.
My parents greeted Tadeas with a warm tone. They even hugged him. What the fuck?
Jocelyn kissed momma and daddy on the cheek.
They beamed at the sight of her.
Leana cleared her throat. “I’ll bring refreshments and allow you all time to talk before I serve lunch.” She winked at me as she vacated the room.
A surge of heat swept through my body. She believed in me. I had to remember she stood by me from the beginning. My parents didn’t know the truth. I released Marco’s hand and pointed my chin high.
“Momma and daddy, I am sure you both have a lot of questions for me. Have a seat.”
Marco sat at my side, stretching his arm behind my head. He balanced his ankle on his knee. To anyone else in this town, my husband was intimidating. The crazy green and yellow socks added a pop of color which matched his vintage flat green suit that matched his beautiful eyes. He ran his hand along the dark tie. His hair was parted on the right and swept off of his forehead. The barber was at our house at two in the afternoon yesterday. He wacked off all my husband’s beautiful curly locks. I felt like crying as I watched them fall to the floor like feathers. Marco promised to grow his hair out in the near future.
“Shall I start at the beginning?”
Dad sipped a fresh glass of water. “Yes, tell us what brought us here today.” He unbuttoned the charcoal gray, suit jacket button, squeezing his belly.
Marco and I sat across from my parents. Tadeas and Jocelyn sat on the love seat to our left.
I smoothed my hands over the form fitting, long sleeve green dress.
“Daddy, I received A’s and B’s throughout college. The tuition you paid didn’t go to waste.”
“Are you sure? Because after graduation you worked for your best friend as her charity organizer.”
“Daddy, that’s a respectable job. What was the matter with my role?”
“It felt volatile. Especially after Sierra and her husband divorced. I thought the charity would dissolve.”
“Daddy, so many companies are volatile. I understand your concern due to their relationship.”
“You could have returned to Seattle and taught at the university alongside me.”
“I wanted to try something new.”
He nodded. �
��Ok, why did you stop visiting? You barely called.”
Marco’s big, strong hand smoothed over my back.
I visibly swallowed. “Remember when you first met José?”
Fuck, I hated to talk about him. The thought of him made me nauseous.
“Yes, he was determined to become a Politician like his father. He even proposed, and you accepted,” Mom added.
“I did. José was very cunning. He swept me away on trips around the world and bought the boutique so I could have my own business.”
“How did you go from being in love with him to him laundering money through your boutique? It’s like he turned into someone else?” Dad’s thick brow rose and his chocolate eyes met mine.
“I raised my voice at him and…” My fingers doodled with the fabric of my pretty dress. “…he hit me.” My eyes slammed shut.
“He said he wouldn’t do it again, but he lied. He never stopped.” My eyes fell over the room.
Marco balled his fist at his side. He was on the brink of losing it.
“Behind closed doors of our big fine home he dragged me through the house dripping blood.”
My mother’s hand flew over her mouth.
“He wanted me to be his trophy wife. If I forgot to do something José would beat me.” Tears leaked down my face. I felt someone take my other hand. Expensive perfume swept up my nose. I peeked to my right.
“Go ahead. Tell them everything,” Leana urged. A satisfied smile held her lips.
My eyes met my parents again. “He kicked the shit out of me so bad the doctor said it was a slim chance I’d be able to carry a child. This baby growing inside of me is so strong. I’ve had two scares so far. Marco is worried. But I’ll come back to us. Let me finish telling you what happened between José and me. I tried to leave him a few times. One of those times he dragged me out of my shop by my hair.”
Marco hopped up and paced the room by the window. He was about to explode. Pretty sure he wanted to kill him again.
“The last time I ran back to my shop, he let me be because I had proof, he was cheating on me. He didn’t want that information released to the press. It would tarnish his precious image and hurt his chances of becoming the President one day.”
My father gripped the nape of his neck. He was also on the brink of losing it.