Page 63 of Moonlight & Matrimony (Oak Ridge #2)

Luca

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W hen we walk into the dimly lit guest house, there’s a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom. “Fuckin’ Jax,” I mutter with a shake of my head.

“I’m not sure if it’s sweet or repulsive that Jax seems so invested in getting me laid.”

“Let’s not think about it too hard.”

“Mmmm. Speaking of hard.” She reaches out and strokes her palm over my jeans, squeezing my cock. “Someone was talking a big game earlier. You gonna put up or shut up?”

“Brat.” I snag her by the wrist and back her up against the wall, keeping her hand above her head.

I shove my knee between her legs, parting her thighs.

She lets out a breathy sigh as my nose brushes hers.

I bring my other hand up to grasp her neck, keeping her pinned to the wall.

“You want this, Trouble?” I say, thrusting my hips into the apex of her thighs.

Heated hazel eyes pierce through me as she wraps a leg around my hips.

“Yes,” she says, her voice thick with need.

“Say please.” Ivy groans in frustration as I skate a hand up her side and over the swell of one breast. Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths. I coast my lips along her chin down to her collarbone, keeping my touch featherlight and teasing.

“Please,” she pleads, her nipples peeking out from beneath her tight fitted tee.

“That’s my girl.” I crash my mouth down on hers, tasting her, devouring her.

Ivy grinds her hips against me, seeking more friction, but I have bigger plans for my wife.

Releasing her from my hold, I tug her down the narrow hallway to the bedroom, following the trail of rose petals.

Setting her at the foot of the bed, I waste no time peeling off every layer of clothing until she’s completely bared to me.

Ivy reaches for my belt buckle, but I stop her. “No. On the bed.”

“Bossy.”

“Mmm. You have no fucking idea.” I guide her back until her knees hit the bed, then lay her down flat. “Crawl to the top, then wait for me.” Once she’s in position, I walk over to the closet, coming back with a familiar unmarked box.

Ivy’s jaw goes slack as she watches me with rapt attention. “You didn’t…”

“I did.” Setting the box down on the bed, I peel open the top and pull out several items. “Say red if you want me to stop at any point. This is as much for you as it is for me, but I want your words. Got it?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” she breathes.

I grab hold of her right leg, securing it to the bedpost with one of her straps. I continue with the left and then both arms until my girl is spread out like a fucking feast. “You good?”

“So good,” she says, her breaths coming out in pants.

“Are you sure? I need you and the baby to be okay.” The baby. It still doesn’t seem real.

“We’re okay, baby. I need you.”

There’s a deeper meaning to her words this time, and it sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Ivy licks her lips as I start to undress.

My cock is rock hard against my jeans, begging for release.

Once I’m fully naked, I stalk towards the bed with purpose.

I trail my fingertips from her ankle all the way up her thighs, the touch causing goosebumps to form along her silky smooth skin.

As much as I love teasing her, I need to be inside her more.

“You’re so goddamn sexy like this. Made for me. ”

Her scars have faded, but they're still there, a testament to her resilience.

My beautiful, strong wife. It only makes me love her more.

I lay on my stomach between her spread thighs, laying kisses along her flesh until I reach her soaked center.

“Mmmm. Look at you. All wet and ready for me. Been dreaming of this sweet cunt.”

“So much talking,” she teases. I reach up a hand and pinch her nipple, eliciting a gasp.

“Don’t be a brat.” My mouth finds her clit and I moan.

Her taste is better than I remember, and it’s everything I’ve been missing.

I slide my tongue down to her entrance, spearing into her as she writhes in pleasure.

While one hand toys with her nipple, I bring the other down to her pussy, entering her with two thick fingers, making her gasp.

“You like that, Trouble? Gonna come for me like a good little slut?”

She doesn’t speak as sounds of pure ecstasy fill the air. She’s close — I can feel her starting to clench around me. I work her g-spot, urging her to chase her release. “Luca. Oh god,” she cries, standing on the precipice. Just as she’s about to come, I pull away.

“God’s not here. Only me. And you’ll come when I say you can.”

Ivy’s fists clench, her face slick with sweat as she stares daggers at me. I chuckle. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”

“Just wait until I get my fucking hands on you, Luca Everett Roberts.”

“You did not just full name me while I hold the power to keep you on the brink of orgasm for as long as I want.”

“Fuuuuuck,” she groans in frustration. I take that moment to grab the purple bullet vibrator I snagged from the box earlier.

It’s small but mighty. When I switch it on, Ivy’s eyes snap open.

I stroke my cock with one hand, spreading the pre-cum along my shaft as I drag the top of the vibrator along one peaked nipple.

“I’m gonna fill you up and watch you come undone on my cock, and then I’m gonna do it again and again until you can’t fucking take anymore.”

Ivy moans.

“You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I line myself up at her entrance and slide home.

Once I’m seated inside of her, I stay like that for a minute, soaking in the feel of my wife.

It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of since she walked into that airport, and I will never take this for granted again.

I don’t know how I lived without her. When I can’t stand to wait any longer, I start to slide in and out, letting her feel every inch of me.

Bringing the vibrator to her clit, I start to move faster and harder now, feeling the vibrations along the base of my shaft every time I bottom out.

“You feel so good, baby. Missed this,” she sighs, a look of pure lust in her eyes.

“You’re mine, Ivy. Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Forever. You and me and our babies. This is it.”

I pound into her at a relentless pace, feeling her walls start to clench.

“I'm gonna come!” she screams, and seconds later she’s pulsing around me strangling my cock.

Her orgasm goes on for what feels like forever but I don’t chase my own release.

I’m not ready for this to end. Instead, I pull out and turn off the vibrator, then release her from the restraints.

Switching our positions, I lean my back against the pile of pillows lining the headboard.

“Sit on my cock,” I command. “Need to watch you ride me.”. Without hesitation, Ivy crawls over my lap, sinking down on top of me. I palm her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth before biting the tip. She swirls her hips in a circular motion, her moans filling the silence of the room.

I stare into her eyes as she cups my face, bringing our foreheads together. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, too.” She begins to move faster, my orgasm building along my spine.

Ivy reaches out for the vibrator and just when I think she’s about to bring it to her clit, she surprises me, placing the toy behind my balls, sending vibrations through my shaft.

“Holy fuck,” I groan. Minutes, seconds, I’m not sure, but it’s not long before I’m exploding inside her in the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Ivy’s mouth meets mine as our tongues dance, our bodies a mess of sweat and sex.

“Goddamn, Trouble. I missed this so fucking much.”

“Me too,” she whispers.

We stay wrapped around each other for a while, before I carry her with me into the bathroom, where I prepare a bubble bath with candles and all of her favorite scents.

I hold out my hand, beckoning her to step into the tub, then settle in behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder and my palms on her belly — our baby — our future.

Ivy

I lost count of the orgasms and my body was spent by the time morning came.

We showered again, switched the bedding, then collapsed into an exhausted heap.

If I had to guess, I’d say we probably slept a total of three hours, but fuck, it felt good to get lost in Luca again.

He played my body like a fucking violin and made good on every filthy promise.

“Ready to go?” he asks, the box of toys under one arm and a hand outstretched in my direction.

“So ready.”

Luca leads me out to the car, tucking the salacious box under a blanket in the back of the truck before pulling towards the gate and onto the highway. I can’t help but steal glances at him as he drives down the familiar road leading us back home.

A sense of peace finally settled over me somewhere between the picnic and the second orgasm. I know deep in my bones I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be now. As we turn onto our street, my phone vibrates on the console.

Paige: Must’ve been a good date if we haven’t heard from them yet.

Miles: Virtual high fives all around

Mags: I want details, Ivy Jo.

Paige: Ew. Not in the group chat, please.

Cade: $50 says Ivy’s knocked up by Easter.

Miles: Nah, Valentine’s day at the best.

Luca stops in the driveway and pulls out his phone to check the group chat that’s been blowing up for the last quarter mile. A grin spreads across his face. “Can I?”

“Be my guest,” I say with a shrug.

Luca: I was aiming for New Year’s.

Paige: WAS?

I pull up the photo of the ultrasound I saved on my phone.

Taking a deep breath, I send it off to the group chat.

Luca squeezes my hand. It’s still a bit early to share the news, but this is my family.

The ones I chose, not the ones that were given to me, then promptly left me behind. I don’t want to wait.

Cara: OMG

Dean: Congrats y’all.

Miles: Hell yeah! I’m $50 richer.

Cade: On a technicality.

Liam: I’m don’t think the bet is valid if the couple in question jumped the gun.

Miles: Buzzkill

We lock eyes across the truck, bursting into a fit of laughter.

In the last week, something shifted for the better.

It feels like we’re finally standing on solid ground.

There’s still a modicum of uncertainty around where we go from here, and we still need to talk about that concrete slab out at Whispering Oaks.

But beneath the unanswered questions is a love I didn’t know my heart needed.

The car is still idling in the driveway as Luca intertwines our fingers. “Let’s go get our girl,” he says. Backing out just as swiftly as he pulled in, Luca drives us out to the cabin to find Rylin.

“Eight weeks is still very early. I don’t want to tell Rylin until we’re safely in the second trimester.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll follow your lead.”

“Ok.” I let out a sigh of relief. I’m so used to having to tread carefully with Austin that the easy relationship with Luca is a shock to my system.

But it feels good to know we’ll both be navigating unfamiliar waters for the next 8 months.

I need to get used to having a true partner and sharing the load, and Luca needs to tamp down his protective instincts and try not to treat me like spun glass while also learning about pregnancy and fatherhood.

We’re a perfect match, as far as I’m concerned.

A wave of gratitude washes over me, not for the first time. If this life has taught me anything, it’s that maybe you can’t have it all, but you can have enough . And right now, enough is everything to me. This life is everything to me.