I finally peeked one eye open and saw I was in the cabin’s backyard. I was laid out on the chaise lounge, and Daniel was stretched out on the couch. He had his eyes closed, too, and I wondered if we had been somehow teleported here, because it sure didn’t make any sense to be here. I didn’t remember anything after falling asleep in the hospital room.
My body was stiff, and I still felt groggy. I stumbled over to Daniel and flopped down on him, not completely on purpose. He groaned, but then looked up at me smiling. “Hey, wife, I see you finally decided to wake up.”
“What are we doing here?”
“Honeymoon, this is pretty much the safest place to be.”
“Why are we outside?”
“Well, I wanted you to be awake, for when I carried you over the threshold. It’s kind of a big thing, and since the other wedding stuff was…I just wanted to do it.” He blushed, looking so damn sweet.
“How long have I been asleep out here?”
He looked at his watch. “Only about twenty minutes, let’s get inside. I have a prescription for pain medicine if you need it.”
I walked up the back steps, but was snatched up before I could go inside. “Right, over the threshold,” I said grinning. “This means we can have sex, right? We were married before, but now we’re really married, so you’re gonna put out.”
Daniel guffawed at my horny tirade. He carried me straight into the bedroom and laid me down. “Well, my dirty bride, you strip down, and I’m gonna look you over to make sure everything is healing, and then you’ll do the same for me, and once we both know each other’s tender zones, then we can get down to the honeymoon part of the day.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I was pretty sure those painkillers were still in effect, because I ripped my clothes off like a speed demon and felt no discomfort. I was ready to spin Daniel in a circle, take a quick glance at his body, and then jump on him. I expected him to do the same, but he didn’t. His inspection consisted of him kissing each and every inch of my body. I was writhing by the time he was done, and it wasn’t in pain.
He had me stretched out across his bed, our bed, and was thoroughly checking my body with his mouth. I was begging him to check lower. He hovered over me and was right there, and I pressed down, trying to coax him on.
“Baby, you need to settle down. Do you want me to wear a condom?” I looked up at him confused. “You’re not on birth control. If we have sex, you might get pregnant. Are you okay with that? I am, if you are.” He pressed his hips forward a little more and kissed me again. I didn’t have all my brain cells firing yet. Between him making me crazy and that medication, I didn’t quite catch the question, until he was buried inside me, but two more strokes in, and I didn’t care anymore. This was Daniel, and he was mine. All that mattered was that he was with me. Whatever the future held for us would be perfect, as long as we were together.
He had hooked my legs around him, and then he lifted me off the bed, cradling me in one arm, while rocking me under him. In this position, none of my lacerations rubbed. He must have taken time to plan this out to come up with this position, and I really, really liked it.
For the next month, we put the honey in honeymoon. We kept Daniel’s phone close, and he promised me that his family swore to call if there was a death or another major injury, but otherwise, they weren’t going to call to chat, and they dare not visit. When I voiced my worry, he reminded me it wasn’t uncommon to leave newlyweds alone for the first year of marriage. They were doing just that, and no news was good news. Then he did his best to distract me from my worry and kept on it with a vengeance.
We somehow turned it into a competition, at which he was beating me. I brought him breakfast in bed first, and ever since then, we had both been trying to wake before the other to bring them breakfast. What once was a nearly 10:00 AM wakeup had shifted to 7:30 AM breakfast, which he brought in with a huge stack of bacon. It was his odd way of gloating.
He had moved the kitchen table to the other side of the couch, so we would have a large empty space to dance. I had suspected Daniel could be wicked romantic, which I was right, and he was amazingly good at sweeping me off my feet, literally. He also could remove my clothes like a pro. One second I was dressed, the next minute I was holding on for dear life, while he pounded me like a railroad spike, and my god, it was good. I hadn’t been kidding that day, when I had told Jerry that Daniel was hung, because he was. He might not have employed his famous Valente charm before we were married, but he sure as hell did after. He could just give me that look, and I was on him like a fly on honey, begging him. Thank god he never made me beg for long.
It was pond cleaning day, and it was still my job. I sent him out to refill the deer trough, and I put on my “pond cleaning outfit,” which consisted of his boxers and a lacy bra. He had no clue what was coming. I knew he heard the door close, and I glanced at him, as he dumped the last bag of deer corn. I made my way over to the pond and lifted my foot to step into it, but it never hit the water.
“What are you doing, wife?” I was pressed hard against his body. One arm was clamping me against his chest, his hand holding firmly to my breast, and his other was in his favorite place…mine, too.
By the time he set me down on the chaise lounge, I was naked and moaning. I was an idiot to think Daniel would be naïve about sex, because he was nowhere near it.
“Did you want something, little girl? Was this your way of asking me to help clean your pond?”
I nodded yes, still gasping from the breath-stealing kiss he had given me. He worked his way down from my mouth and took his torturous sweet time, making sure every inch of me was “clean.” His fingers traced my sides and thighs lightly, not helping me catch my breath. I was a moaning, begging mess. He loved for me to beg him to touch me. It was his favorite pastime, since that first time, when I would begged for his touch. The evil man would work me up, but stop just before I could orgasm. That was exactly what he did, as he carried me to the lounge, and he hadn’t touched my pussy again, since he had laid me out naked.
I had found I had a much wilder streak than even I could have predicted. He was driving me insane with his slow-moving kisses down my thigh. I grabbed his head in both my hand and stuck it where I wanted it. “Please!” I begged, and he chuckled, looking up at me with those sparkling copper eyes and a wicked grin. “Please what, baby?” he asked, with his hot mouth just brushing against me as he spoke. I writhed under him.
“Daniel, please, please, do that thing with your tongue...”
“It is lunchtime,” he contemplated, his mouth still teasing me. He heard me whimper and had mercy. “This is my favorite treat, served in my favorite dish.” He gave me that wicked grin, telling me to beg more, but I decided to turn the tables.
“I made it just for you. You’re the only one I cook for, husband.”
His mouth was on me then, making me scream the birds right out of the trees, which he found amusing, until I kissed him like mad.
As soon as I yanked him up to my lips, he groaned. I felt him squirm against me, trying to find his way in. I played like I was going to help and tickled the hell out of his beautiful abs. “Was there something you wanted, husband?”
He grabbed my hips and shocked me in the most wonderful way, when he plunged into me hard and deep. “Just what’s mine, wife.”
His body was beautiful, my hands couldn’t hold still, and neither did his. He had learned all my triggers. I, in turn, grabbed his glorious ass and showed my appreciation for its tight form. I bit his nipple, copying his move, and he started swearing up a storm. Daniel didn’t swear any other time, and it was a hell of a lot of fun making him cuss.
Our newlywed activities really made it hard to do anything. When he wasn’t being romantic, leading us up to sex, we were having sex, and when we weren’t having sex and were trying to work, I had a lot of fun teasing the hell out of him, but it wasn’t really teasing, more like a taunting invitation he gladly always took.
/> Epilogue
It was a good three months after our return to the cabin that our phone rang. I think both of our hearts stopped for a moment, before he dove for it. He let out a sigh of relief. “Sure, Jane, we’ll be there shortly.” He hung up and smiled. “Mail call, that’s all.”
We made it in to the little town, and when I went to slide out his door, he wrapped my legs around his hips and scooped me up by my ass to carry me into the post office. He kissed me the whole time, as we crossed the parking lot. He didn’t even let up, when he walked into the building.
He finally eased up, when we reached the counter, and we heard Jane clear her throat. I pushed him away giggling and slid down his front, feeling that happy bump on the way. He turned me around and kept my back pressed to his chest as he greeted Jane. “Jane, I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Gabriella.”
I held out the hand with my wedding ring to shake. Victor hadn’t been messing around when he had bought that thing. I could use it to signal incoming ships to shore. She shook my hand, giving me a tight smile and offered us congratulations.
Once we made it out of the post office, he then proceeded to kiss the hell out of me again, not letting me get all the way in the truck. We heard someone knock on the side of the truck and came up for air.
“I see you got a ring on her finger, Daniel. She could land planes with that thing,” fireman guy said. I couldn’t remember his name and didn’t care to.
“Yup, I married Gabby a few months back, and we were just heading home.”
“Did you need to do any controlled burning out at your place?”
“Nope, not yet, maybe in another few months. We’ve been a little too busy to generate much trash lately.” I couldn’t help but giggle at Daniel’s response. He shoved me back in the truck to buckle up and climbed in next to me. “See you later,” he waved off fireman guy, and we hurried home, so we could not generate trash some more.
He was singing me a song, dancing with me in the kitchen that evening, while our dinner cooked in the oven, when we were interrupted by another phone call.
I quickly answered it this time, being closest to it. “Hello?” I was sure I sounded as panicked as I felt.
“It’s Ann Marie, baby girl, everything’s fine, we’re all fine. I was just calling to let you know everything’s settled. It’s safe to come for a visit, and Dora, Teresa, Mamma Bartoli, and I have a reception planned for you two next week.”
“They’re fine, everything’s fine,” I told Daniel in relief. “It’s over, it’s all over, and they’re planning a reception for us next week.”
Ann Marie asked me what my favorite cake flavor and flowers were. Daniel mumbled into my neck that I was his favorite flavor and started to prove it, making it very difficult to hear and respond to anything she was saying.
“Give the phone to my brother,” she ordered.
I passed the phone to him, really just held it to his ear, while he continued to attack my body in the most wonderful way. After a few moments, he took it from my hand and hung it up.
“What…?” I tried to ask.
“She said I was a horny shit, and to be there at seven on Saturday,” he mumbled into my neck.
We did make it on time to the reception. His mother and sisters dressed me up like it was my wedding day, and they wore bridesmaid dresses themselves. Santino picked me up from the little side room, and I was led out into a large ballroom, where Daniel was waiting in a tux with Victor, Joey and Luke at his side. Santino once again led me up the aisle. I gently held his good arm. He kissed my cheek, and a judge performed a little ceremony, where we exchanged vows.
We had already been married before, but were now able to share it all with family. The reception was loud and fun. We were sat in one corner of the room, so everyone could see and greet us.
There were a lot of people I didn’t know. Daniel said it was his family’s way of making sure all the men knew who to protect. The group was huge, now that it was combined with Alfonzo’s crew. Santino introduced me to his fiancée, Angelica. She was his physical therapist. The size of the grin he wore when he said physical therapist made me believe she was working with more than just his arm.
Alfonzo came through the line with Dora and hugged and kissed us, whispering his love and support for us both. Dora was a crying happy mess of tears on his arm and kept kissing his cheek every few words they spoke to us. The last words he whispered to us before he moved on were, “Finally, we have peace.” His grin was huge and his hug tight. I knew his words were true.
Marcello brought forward the man who had taken us to Alfonzo’s room in the hospital all those months ago. His name was Enzio, and he had his arm around a beautiful woman. “I just wanted to introduce you to Enzio. He’s second in my crew now, so if you got problems and this guy shows up, don’t shoot him,” Marcello teased.
Enzio laughed, and deep dimples accented his smile. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me, and so would my wife, Ramona.” She stepped forward and hugged us. She didn’t look like a mob wife. More like a regal princess, but her easy genuine smile made her fit right in, and Ann Marie seemed to love her, too.
Marky came through the line alone, carrying his son. "Where’s your wife?” Daniel wondered.
“She got called in to help with a surgery,” he smiled widely. “Turned out she wasn’t a stupid whore after all. She was cleaning houses to put herself through school. She’s learning to be a fucking doctor and is a resident at Joey’s hospital. I really lucked out with her. I’m shocked she even agreed to marry me, honestly, between me being a dick and her being amazing,” he wore a goofy grin on his face. “I really do love her.”
Daniel gave him a man hug, and I kissed his son’s head. “I’m so glad it worked out for you.”
“Yeah, I’m glad it worked out for you, too.” He patted my cheek and fake punched Daniel in the gut, before he moved on.
The reception was loud, rowdy and wonderful, a real Italian wedding. I loved it, and so did Daniel. I had a great time and was exhausted by the time we got home. I flopped on the bed next to him and cuddled into his side. “So, would you mind if someone else delivered our baby? I think Joey doing it would just be a little weird,” I asked.
“It’s safe now. You can have anyone one you want…” He sat straight up in bed and looked over at me. “Baby?” He jumped on me, laughing happily. “Really?”
“We’ve been having unprotected sex for six months now and you’re surprised?”
“No, yes, no, I love it!” he squealed, making me giggle.
It didn’t take long for him to draw up plans for a new house. It was large with plenty of room to grow. We were still good Catholics after all, and grow our family we did. We had eight kids, six boys and two girls.
I was thankful for Daniel’s foresight to build our new home on the far side of the property, away from the cabin, because we were still loud. Our little cabin was now our guesthouse and also our getaway, when we could get Mamma and Papa Bartoli to visit or to babysit. They were wonderful grandparents.
We had stayed out of the “family business,” but we were still close to the family. We held birthday parties and attended several ourselves, under the safe watch of our family. We weren’t targets anymore. With Anthony gone and no longer in power, we were safe. There truly was peace among the family as well.
I felt sorry for my own parents. They had never wanted me to get involved with a family like Daniel’s, who I had always believed was worth the risk of running interference for. My allegiance to them was stronger than ever, and it was a decision I would never regret.
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