by Hart, Rye
“A deep condition this morning?” she asked breathlessly.
“Don’t you think you’ve earned it?” I asked.
She turned around and straddled my lap, hovering her beautiful pussy over my throbbing cock. She smiled at me, encompassing my lips with hers just before she sank down onto it. I felt her juices slick over my skin while her walls throbbed around me, and in that very moment, there was only the two of us.
My hands crept up her back while she slowly began to rock in my lap, and soon, the two of us were bucking wildly against one another.
Trails of hot water dripped from her pert nipples, and I couldn’t help but pull one between my teeth. Her fingernails scratched my scalp while her head lolled back and my hips pounded up into hers. I could feel her pussy humming around me, sucking my dick deeper into her body I rose up from my seated position and quickly had her on her back, the water pooling around us as it dripped off my face.
Her hand raised to cup my cheek before I resumed burying myself deep within her body.
Her cries of pleasure were muffled by the steam and the intensity of the water pouring onto us. I threaded my fingertips with hers, pinning her hands to her sides while my hips rolled desperately into her.
“I love you, Rose,” I said heatedly.
Her eyes flew open and studied mine intently as I slammed myself deep into her pussy again.
“I love you, too, Camillo,” she said, moaning. “I love you so much.”
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have gotten my family for Christmas. Faster and faster, I pounded into her, watching her tits bounce for me while she gasped with pleasure. I bent myself back up and took her within my arms, twirling her around and pinning her to the shower wall before our lips met one another’s again.
Only this time, my fingertips trailed down to her pussy lips and found that swollen little clit of hers that was peeking out for more attention.
“Camillo. Yes. Holy hell. I’m gonna come. Please let me come. Please.”
“Come with me, Rose,” I said. “Come with me, my beautiful songbird.”
In an instant, her pussy was clamping down around my cock. She was singing her song for me. A song only I could pull from her lips. She wailed and moaned while her fingernails raked across my shoulders, and I buried myself deep within her soft wetness as I peppered her neck with kisses. I emptied myself into her, my cock twitching and vibrating with pleasure, while her pussy pulled every ounce of hot cum I had from my balls.
Then the two of us simply stood there, her back pinned to the foggy shower wall, while our lips danced lazily on top of one another’s.
“I have one more present for you,” I said into her skin.
“What in the world could possibly top all this?” she asked.
I smirked before I pulled my cock from between her legs.
I undid her braid and washed her hair out one last time before I cut the shower off. I reached for a towel, wrapping her perfect body up within it before I helped her out of the shower. Her legs were wobbling, and I felt a surge of pride swell within my chest, happy that I could still remove the life from her lungs with the pleasure I could afford her.
I sat her on the bed before I grabbed my own towel, wrapping it around my waist before I pulled a box out from my bedside table drawer.
“Open it,” I said.
Her fingertips studied the small box with a tiny little bow on it. Her brow furrowed in confusion, and she popped the box open. But the moment she did, her jaw unhinged with shock before her gaze whipped back up to me.
“Camillo?” she asked. “What is this?”
“This,” I removed the diamond ring, “was my mother’s. Given to me by her on my fifteenth birthday. It was the ring my father first bought her when he proposed, and she passed it on to me to give to the woman I would ultimately hand my life over to.”
Tears filled her eyes as I got down onto one knee and took her hand within mine.
“Rose, you are everything I could’ve ever wanted in a woman. You are a divine mother and a sensual woman. You are passionate, dedicated, and unwavering. Like a mountaintop rising far above the rest of the world. I promise you, my life of violence is behind me, and I will love and protect you and our family forever.”
Tears were dripping down her face as I slowly plucked the ring from its confines.
“Will you marry me?”
Her watery gaze slowly panned down to mine, and the moment she nodded, a smile crossed my face. I crashed my lips up into hers, laying her towel-wrapped body down onto my bed while she slid the diamond ring on her finger. Our tongues battled heatedly, and she pulled the towel from around my waist, casting it off to the side while my hands made quick work of opening hers.
Her legs parted to encompass my body as I settled on top of her silky, soft skin.
“I love you so much,” she said as my lips trailed kisses down her neck.
“And I love you,” I murmured into her skin.
I couldn’t wait to start my new life with my new family. Even with the bruises that covered my ribs and the stitches still healing at my sides, I felt a new Camillo being resurrected. My lips trailed down this beautiful woman’s body as she gave herself over to me, wholly and completely, in every way I’d only ever dreamed of. My lips slid between her legs while my tongue parted her beautiful folds, and in that very moment, I drank her pleasure from between her legs.
“Oh, I love you, Camillo,” she said, whispering. “I love you so much.”
EPILOGUE - ROSE
ONE YEAR LATER
I was excited to be back in New York City for Christmas. Even though last Christmas on the island was absolutely unforgettable, there was nothing quite like Christmas in the city.
Camillo and our family had spent most of the year here, simply getting to know one another. We took our time explaining to the boys what was going on and how we were handling things from here, but the moment we told them they were going to be brothers, they were ecstatic.
We even told Cassie she had a place with us forever, if that was what she wanted.
Camillo had actively rolled back most of his duties from his criminal empire. He cashed in what he could, sold off what he couldn’t, and turned people in where necessary. He wasn’t just willing to turn the criminal domain over to someone else. He wanted to be rid of it completely.
Now, we were simply enjoying our extended vacation. He had purchased a massive penthouse apartment for all of us to live in whenever we traveled to New York City, and Kevin simply couldn’t believe his eyes. The boys were still hellbent on sharing a room together, and we’d employed Mrs. Barker as their full-time nanny. Camillo was still spending every waking moment he could with Ana, and the more time they spent together, the more my heart melted for them both.
I didn’t think I could feel love for any two individuals the way I loved them.
During the past year, Camillo insisted that I pursue my culinary dreams. He even went so far as to build a test restaurant on a plot of land he purchased that would eventually be the site for our new home together as a family. We’d decided to get out of the Poconos and put ourselves in the middle of a city the two of us loved dearly.
And Crystal was happy to have us closer to her.
Camillo hired a wonderful chef to be my mentor in this test restaurant of his. I’d learned a great deal under his tutelage, and I was closer than ever to achieving my dream. He taught me all of the techniques I would’ve learned in culinary school and tested me just like a school would have. Pretty soon, I was challenging him in the kitchen with tastes, plate designs, and food pairings.
Camillo beamed with pride every time he dropped in on us and heard me bucking up to my mentor.
I was confident my venture would be a success. I’d always wanted to own and operate my own restaurant, and with the skills I’d learned and Camillo’s support, I knew I could do it. People came for miles to our little test restaurant in order to sample the flavors and partake in my latest
concoctions, and there was always a positive, raving review in the newspaper the next day.
The city loved my food, and I knew I would finally achieve the dream I’d set out to achieve when I was eighteen.
Now, it was December twenty-eighth. My birthday. Christmas had come and gone, and the massive surprise Camillo had for me was plans to build a restaurant in the heart of the city. I’d squealed and threw my arms around his neck, but what I would later come to find was that he had already built it. He’d found my random sketches and artistic suggestions for what my dream restaurant would one day become, and he handed them over to an architect and interior design expert to bring to life. With his promise of forever sparkling on my left hand and my family sitting at one of the restaurant’s V.I.P. tables, it was time for the restaurant to open its doors to the public.
It was time for me to make my debut as Chef Moretti.
Camillo had worked hard to keep the restaurant a secret from me, but he’d worked even harder to promote it. So on opening night, on my birthday, a line of excited customers stretched down the block. I was in the back, prepping for the dinner rush with employees he’d hired behind my back, calling out commands into a kitchen I could now call my own. I was expecting an insane night that would keep me here well into the early morning hours, and I smiled from ear to ear as I thought about it.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I had my husband to thank for all this. For the restaurant and for encouraging me to continue pursuing my dreams. He was the one that had chased behind Ana for the past year, and he was the one that took care of the boys’ schooling issues. I watched as Camillo weaved around chairs, chasing our wild three-year old around while she giggled and cried out for “more playtime.” Camillo swooped her up into his arms and slathered her face with kisses, trying to get her out of sight before people started filing in to sit down.
And all the while, the boys were sitting at the table, doing their school work.
They loved the middle school they had been enrolled in. They were in a great deal of classes together and were quickly making friends in the city. They frequently had friends over to play video games and eat all our food, and I took it as an opportunity to try out new snacks and finger foods with their friends. Of course, the boys would eat anything I put in front of them, but the more practice I could gain, the better off I knew I would be.
Life couldn’t have gotten more perfect than this.
The door to the restaurant opened and in poured the people. Men and women of all different races, backgrounds, and social classes were spilling into the seats, and the waitstaff was quickly taking drink orders. The bar was in full swing as I started grabbing appetizer plates to stick at my station. Then I made my rounds to make sure everyone had everything they needed to make this night a rousing success.
Then, I heard the first ticket order come through, and I ripped it from the printing station before I turned toward the kitchen.
“I need two orders of the toasted brioche rounds with the creme fraiche and the caviar on both. And one order of olive straws!”
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Camillo beaming, waving at me while the boys cheered me on. I felt tears rise to my eyes as I took a deep breath, listening as the tickets began pouring in from the main room. I ripped them off and continued to call out order after order, then I made my way into the middle of the kitchen and started preparing the massive lamb shanks that were on the menu for tonight.
Yes. Life could not have been more perfect than this.
The End
IT’S NOT OVER YET....THE PARTY HAS JUST STARTED.....
As a thank you, this book includes an exclusive Christmas romance by Rye Hart, which can be accessed on the following pages...
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Kyra finds herself at a crossroad when her ex shows up a week before Christmas with a gift in a small black box.
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Leading up to Christmas, each guy gives her a special gift. One a day.
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EXCLUSIVE REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE: CHRISTMAS WITH THE MCCORMICK BROTHERS
CHAPTER ONE - HAILEY
The late fall sun was setting on the horizon. The sky was growing dark in the east, but the western horizon was a riot of colors – red, orange, and gold. It was stunning and reminded me of the leaves on the trees that time of year.
Darkness was coming, but the fun was only getting started. Black Oak's Annual Community Bonfire was an event I'd attended as a child more times than I could count, but being there again as an adult felt entirely different. The leaves had fallen from most of the trees, coating the ground in those brilliant shades of red and orange that reflected the sky above. It was a beautiful side of nature I'd missed during my time in California.
Pulling my hoodie tightly around my body, I tucked my hand into the pocket and walked into Black Oak Park, looking around at the familiar – yet older – faces that made up the crowd. There were so many I recognized, but there was one face in particular I was looking for.
My parents were, of course, working their booth as they always did at these community events. They'd tried to convince me to join them in the booth and help them out, but I'd politely declined. I had no interest in peddling essential oils to old high school acquaintances of mine, many of who had made my life an utter nightmare growing up.
I'd had half a mind to skip the bonfire altogether, wanting to avoid the awful memories that would inevitably come flooding back when put into a social setting with some of these people. After all, everyone in Black Oak attended the bonfire – and very few people ever left the small South Carolina town we'd grown up in. I was one of few, and I was not entirely excited to be back. However, there was one person I wasn't trying to avoid – and I knew she was going to be there. When I saw Jenn's face in the middle of a crowd of people, the smiled that curled the corners of my lips was instant.
As if a psychic connection existed between us, Jenn looked over, saw me staring at her, and waved me over to her booth with a big smile on her face. When I walked over, her blonde bob bounced all around her face as she excitedly rushed from behind a table filled with cupcakes.
“Hailey, I'm so glad you could make it,” she cooed, her southern accent still strong as ever.
Her big, brown eyes were wide and full of joy as she hugged me tightly. Not much had changed in this podunk little town, but my best friend Jennifer – Jenn – Staples sure had. She'd grown up nicely and was no longer the awkward, chubby girl with the frizzy dishwater blonde hair and braces.
She still had a few extra pounds, but she'd grown taller and learned to dress for her shape. Now, her clothes were flattering, and she looked like a curvy little vixen, rather than the frumpy, shy loner she used to be.
After being away for as long as I had been, I almost didn't recognize her at first. Looking for the girl I'd left behind, I almost passed her table in the restaurant right up. I was looking for the chubby, awkward girl – not the blonde bombshell in designer heels she'd become.
She, of course, had recognized me right away. Even though I thought I'd changed a lot over the years too, her ability to recognize me made me question my newfound confidence in myself. I made me think that maybe, I
was still the awkward, gangly girl everyone tended to overlook that I'd been when I left Black Oak – minus the glasses and acne, of course. My mousy brown hair was now darker with caramel highlights, and my skin was bronzed from living life in the California sun. I thought I looked like a whole new person, but the fact that Jenn had spotted me straight away made me wonder if maybe, I didn't actually look that different after all.
“I want you to meet someone,” Jenn said, yanking me back behind a cupcake booth that was festooned with ribbons, glitter, balloons, and a large sign that read, Jenn Drake's Cups and Cakes.
“I already know your husband, Jenn,” I laughed. “I went to school with him, remember?”
“Not him, but yes, you should say hi to him too,” she laughed. “Martin would like that and I'm sure he'd love to see you again.”
“Martin never liked me in high school, so I don't see why –” I stopped speaking though, when I saw where she was taking me.
Sitting in a chair directly behind her booth was her mother, whom I knew well, cradling a baby. Jenn's baby. Her mother looked up at me and gave me a warm smile. Sitting next to them though, was a toddler with blonde curls and brown eyes. She was staring back at me, trying to figure out who I was.
“I know you've seen them on Facebook, but I wanted you to meet my kids in real life, Hailey,” she said, holding my hand like she might not ever let go.
Her smile was stretched across her face and the light of pride in her eyes was brighter than the sun as we approached her mom and kids. It was hard not to feel happy for her – but I couldn't deny that pang of hurt and regret blossoming in my chest.
“I'm so happy you're here, Hailey,” she beamed “This is my daughter, Sophie, and my son, Martin Jr. We just call him Marty.”