Page 99 of Bound By Betrayal

“Easy, vicious. No helmets.” Without our link, I had to get close to her ear when I spoke. “Remember when I said that if you messed my seat, I’d make you clean it?”

Amalia nodded as I snaked my hand between her legs. “Don’t kill us.”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t start touching me.”

I laughed and nipped at her ear as my fingers slid across her wet seam. “My wife, always so goddamn wet for me.” The bike slightly jerked when I strummed her clit. “Focus, baby.”

“Easy for you to say,” she moaned, as I drew tight circles and tweaked a nipple between my fingers.

The usually smooth ride to the lake became jerky the harder I stroked. Her knuckles blanched against the handles, and soft moans fled her lips as she neared release.

“You think you can come and keep this bike steady?”

“Fuck…Kai, don’t stop.”

“Beg me.”

“I hate you.”

I chuckled into her ear, and she shattered, crying out my name.

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said between ragged breaths.

We reached the lake moments later, and Amalia turned in her seat and climbed over my lap.

“What do you think about selling this place?”

My cock was aching to break out of these goddamn pants, but I humored her. She was glowing and still coming down from an orgasm. How could I not?

“It’s up to you. This is your home.”

“There’s nothing left for me here. My mother refuses to visit after Gio. Things with my girls just haven’t been the same, you know that. And I want to start fresh—somewhere, anywhere but here. For him, for me.” She touched my face and gifted me the sweetest smile. “For us.”

There wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for this woman. My greatest joy in life was the privilege of waking up by her side. Even on the bad days, when her tears were relentless and her heart would shatter all over again, I was thankful to love her, pick up the pieces, and be there when she needed me most.

Isabel and Antonio loved their daughter, but were equally navigating their own grief and guilt over the circumstances surrounding Gio’s death.

“I’ll follow you anywhere. You’re home for me.”

“I’m about to sit on your cock, so relax with the sappy shit, okay?” She laughed, kissing the tip of my nose.

I gripped her hips, grinding her over my erection. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know. And that’s why I have a surprise for you.”

“I’m listening,” I said, shoveling my pants down, relieved that I had decided to wear sweatpants.

“I bought another art studio.”

“That’s great.” I kissed down the column of her neck.

“In downtown Philly.”

Freezing mid-kiss, I peered up and she was beaming. “You what?”

“Life is short and unpredictable, Kai. I don’t want you to have regrets like I do. I know you miss your brother and want to see your niece grow up. Milly misses her, too. And our kid will need someone to play with.”