Page 62 of His to Win

“What? You’re not ready to get knocked up all over again after this?”

“Go ahead and try. I will hurt you,” I threaten. “I miss seeing my feet.”

Enzo sends me a sultry smile, his hand sliding lower, inching between my thighs. “How long after you give birth until we can have sex again? Because I’m going to be dying.”

I huff out a breath. “You? What about me? I’m the one who’s going to have to push a baby out of her vagina. You’re going to have a couple of months of celibacy, Mr. Rossi. So you’re going to have to handle that unruly thing yourself.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Since when is my dick an unruly thing?”

I’m about to give him a smartass reply when his fingers begin stroking and all that I can muster up in response is a moan.

“Lay back, Bri. Let me make you feel good.”

“What about your parents?” I cast a worried look toward the back door. Even though we’re on the back patio, surrounded by flowers and plants, somewhat hidden from view, I’m still nervous they could appear at any moment.

“They know we have sex all the time,” he murmurs, slipping his hand under my dress. “We’re newlyweds and that is our right. Besides, the secret’s out, honey, since we’re expecting a baby any day now. And, let’s face it, you can get pretty loud.”

“Me? You’re the one who was practically yelling last night. I thought I was going to have to stuff a pillowcase in your mouth.”

He chuckles, sliding my panties over to the side. “Can’t help it. That might’ve been the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Might’ve been?” I echo. His index finger glides up and down my wet slit, teasing, prodding. My breathing increases and I dig my fingers into a nearby pillow.

“Best so far, but I’m willing to bet tonight will be even hotter,” he murmurs, voice husky. “Because every time with you blows my mind even more.”

He’s thrusting two fingers inside me now and massaging my clit with his thumb. “Ohhh,” I cry, trying to be quiet, but it’s hard when he knows exactly how to touch me and what takes me right to the edge. “Enzo…oh, God…”

At this point, Enzo knows my body better than I do. My inner muscles clench and pulsate, trying to draw his fingers deeper. I never knew being pregnant would make me so horny and I’ve been jumping Enzo every day. Usually multiple times a day. Of course, he has no complaints and is always ready for a romp.

The orgasm hits me hard and Enzo muffles my cry with a deep, passionate kiss. I’ve already decided to drag him down to our bedroom and have my way with him when my eyes suddenly pop open, and I realize something strange just happened. Enzo always makes me come hard, but whatever is happening down there seems a lot wetter than usual.

“Um, Brie…”

I look down and my dress is soaked.

“Oh, my God, I think my water just broke,” I say and swallow hard.

“Holy shit!” Enzo pops up off the couch as though his ass were on fire. “I’ll call Dr. Adami.”

“Could you help me get up first? Ugh, I got the cushion wet. Shit, I’m sorry.”

Enzo grabs my arms and heaves me up off the couch. “Don’t worry about that. You’re having a baby! Christ.”

I try not to laugh as he rakes a hand through his hair, mussing it all up, and sends me a very distressed look.

“Yes, me, not you. Why the heck are you so worried?”

“Because you’re the most important thing in my life and I love you with everything that I am, Bri.”

“Oh,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes, his answer touching me deeply. Emotions take over and the tears start slipping down my cheeks. “Enzo, I love you so much, too.”

He tries to pull me into his arms, but my belly is too big, and we just sort of end up colliding and reaching for each other. Laughing through my tears, I lean forward and he kisses me hard. “Let’s do this,” I whisper and he nods.

Almost twenty-four hours later, I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking when I decided to have my baby in Sicily, at home, and using a local doctor. Yeah, okay, so he delivered all of the children here in the village for the past thirty years. That’s just great. But, no one told me that labor could last so long and here I am saying I don’t need any drugs and I’m so tough.”

Crying, clutching onto Enzo’s arm, I’m not sure I can take much more of this torture. I’m exhausted and sweating and feel like I’m going to die.

“You’re almost there,” Dr. Adami tells me. “One more really good push.”

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