Page 39 of The Bodyguard's Vow

“Yay!” she screeched, suddenly wide awake.

I laughed and gently set her on her feet.

“Why don’t you girls go get dressed?” Gabriella suggested as she opened the oven and stuck a tray of cookies inside to bake.

They both ran from the room with excited chatter that made me smile.

“As long as we’ve been together, I still can’t get used to seeing you smile so much,” my wife teased.

“I never had much to smile about before you came into my life and gave me three beautiful babies.”

“Nobody believes me when I tell them how sweet and cuddly you are,” Gabriella mock sighed.

I raised an eyebrow. “Thank fuck for that.”

She laughed, and I bent my head to take her mouth in a deep kiss, but we were interrupted by the wail of a baby over the monitor.

“Those girls,” Gabriella sighed. “If they wake him up early from his nap one more time…”

Together, we went upstairs, and I headed into the nursery to get ourpiccolo uomo, while she helped the girls finish getting ready for dance class.

After I changed his diaper, I settled Sebastiano in the crook of my arm and carried him downstairs. By the time we reachedthe last step, he was smacking his lips, clearly hungry. “Sorry,piccolo uomo, that’s yourmamma’s department. Not that I fault your taste.”

The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of Gabriella’s sister, Chiara, who was picking up the girls to take them to dance and then a sleepover with theirNonnaLuca—as opposed toNonnaAngel. When she was first born, we hadn’t been sure how to distinguish between her grandmothers, so we’d gotten into the habit of using their last names. But Bella had said Luca, rather than DeLuca and Angel, instead of De Angelis. They stuck, and it was how all the grandkids referred to them now.

For a few minutes, there was complete chaos as Gabriella and Chiara got Bella and Adelina packed up and out the door while I kept Sebastiano occupied so he wouldn’t start bellowing because he wanted food. And the kid had some fucking lungs on him. Then again, he was Italian.

When they were gone, Gabriella came to get ourpiccolo uomofor his dinner.

We went to the den and sat on the couch where I could watch television while my wife fed our boy. I tucked them both into my side, feeling content, something I’d only ever experienced after claiming Gabriella.

Eventually, Sebastiano finished and fell asleep. We took him upstairs and put him to bed, then I tossed Gabriella over my shoulder and made a beeline for our bedroom.

She giggled when I dropped her onto the bed, then eagerly welcomed me when I came down on top of her.

I shoved my hand into her panties and cupped her pussy, thrusting my middle finger into her snug channel.

“I think my cookies are ready to taste,” I growled before I sucked my finger clean.

With three little kids and busy jobs, taking our time in bed was rare. So I wanted to savor a night like this one, but I hadno control when it came to my wife’s delectable body. She’d only grown even more curvaceous and sexy with each baby she’d given me.

Quickly, I helped her out of all of her clothes and shucked my own before lying on my back and dragging her on top of me.

“Mico,” she moaned as her hot center rubbed up and down my shaft. Her heavy tits swayed, and little beads of cream formed on the tips.

I licked my lips, then winked at my wife. “I’ll be able to judge the taste of your cookies a fuck of a lot better when I can wash them down with milk,sole mio.”

Gabriella giggled, but it quickly became a moan of ecstasy when I sucked one juicy bud into my mouth at the same time that I slammed my giant cock into her tight pussy.

After I fucked her twice, I made love to her, slow and sensual. Then we snuggled together, and as was our tradition, I whispered, “Ti amerò per sempre, sole mio.”

“Per sempre, Mico.”