Unbroken Hart (The Hart Family) (4 page)

Was it fucking ever! I never needed to be reminded of the fact that everything I had was hers.  I groaned when her mouth opened and my cock started to slide into her mouth, hot and wet around me as she sucked.
  My wife had achieved mastery status at loving me with her mouth.  She got me harder, made me crazier, took me closer to the edge than anyone ever had, and then would make me come like I never had before.  She had a trick that she liked to do, something she knew that made me wild.  When I was at fever pitch, she would swallow the tip.  Every single time she did it, I exploded down her throat.  It was the most decadent and unbelievable thing I'd ever felt, and I sometimes couldn't believe that in addition to having the most beautiful and caring woman on earth by my side, she also had a sex drive that perfectly matched mine along with a skill level that was unequaled.  She was absolutely amazing in and out of the bedroom, and I knew I was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on earth because she had chosen me.

She alternated sucking my coc
k with licking and sucking my balls, making me desperate to come in her hot little mouth.  Watching her head bob up and down on me was hot as hell.  I arched underneath her, panting as she worked my shaft.  She hummed against me as she worked me, and every hum felt like a jolt of electricity. "That's it baby. You're so fucking good at this."

Lifting her mouth from me, she graced me with her sexiest smile.  "Come in my mouth.  I need to taste you."

I felt her start working up to swallowing the tip, and I fisted the comforter as sweat started pouring down my face.  Every. Fucking. Time. She. Made. Me. Crazy.

Every.

Time.

I felt the moment that she did it, felt my cock slide to the back of her throat, and just like that, I exploded.  It was mindless ecstasy, that moment after she'd made me lose myself.  I knew nothing but her, felt and thought of nothing except her. I loved that she swallowed, loved that she always took every piece of me for her own.  My breath came in pants as I tried to come back to earth. 

When we got engaged and were finally able to share everything with each other, she'd started doing something after I came in her mouth that filled me with joy every time.  I'd never known that I liked to cuddle, but with Sabrina, I didn't just like it, I loved it.  In my entire life, no one had ever taken care of me, but Sabrina did it naturally.  I could feel her adoration of me me when she would run her hands over my body, planting little kisses along the way as she told me how hot she thought it was when I came in her mouth.  She would kiss me everywhere, telling me how much she loved me.  I'd always thought that allowing someone to be take care of me would be a weakness, but the truth was that she made me stronger.  My wife loved me enough to take care of me, and with her, I embraced how much I needed her, handing myself over to her with no reservations.  I never felt safer, more secure or more complete than when I was in my wife's arms.

Once I had my breathing back under control, I rolled Rina underneath me, turning my attention completely onto her.  She was so full of love that she glowed, and I loved that I made her so happy.  After kissing her again, I started
working my way down her body, taking her corset off along the way.  I savored the scent of her, the taste of her under my tongue.  Grabbing the sides of her panties, I started to shimmy them down her legs.  When she lifted her bottom to help me, I planted a warm wet kiss between her thighs.  "God damn woman, you smell like heaven."

"Oh baby," she whispered, "I'm so wet for you.
Please, don't make me wait.  Make me come."

She was absolutely drenched
and I loved it.  Once I'd discarded the panties, I took off her heels before spreading her thighs and sliding my tongue into her soaking sex.  Lapping up her cream was perfection, her little gasps and tiny moans making my cock throb.  I slid two fingers into her tight pussy, sliding back and forth as she lifted her hips up over and over so that she could grind onto my tongue.  Curling my fingers inside her, I rubbed her g-spot fast and hard as I tongued her.  She was struggling to keep quiet, and it made me happy.  Sucking her clit into my mouth, I tongued her at lightning speed.  I heard her trying to control herself, trying to keep her love sounds at a reasonable volume.  She came with a gasp, soaking my hand with her release. 

I'd normally have kept going at her until I'd wrung countless
orgasms out of her, but right then, I needed to be inside of her.  Climbing onto the bed, I spread her legs and pushed them back against her chest before thrusting into her.  Always, that first thrust into her hot sheath did something to me that defied explanation. 

"I love this tight wet pussy squeezing my cock baby.  All fucking
mine
, for life.  I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight."

I was crazy for her, so crazy that I couldn't go slowly.  I hammered myself into her, thrusting and thrusting into her perfect little cunt.  She drenched my cock again and again as I turned her first onto her left side and later onto her right, desperate to be deeper i
nside of her than ever before. Every one of her orgasms was stronger than the one before, and she was struggling to keep quiet. 

"
Dante! Fuck, please.  Put your hand over my mouth.  I'm going to scream… I can't help it!"

I did put my hand over her mouth, but I'm not sure it did much good.  Her screams as her tight pussy rippled against my cock as she came were muffled but still loud enough that anyone list
ening would have heard.  I had to hope that no one could hear, but by that point, I didn't care.  We fucked loud, and I liked it that way.

We made love like savages for hours and hours.  I spent myself in her over and over again, pounding her in a half dozen different positions.  The two of us were drenched in sweat, wild and insatiable for each other. 

I knew that we'd both reached the end of our ropes.  I needed to come inside of her again, and she was riding me towards completion. 

"Fuck me Sabrina, ride my fucking cock baby!"

Seeing her over me as she pinched her nipples and her pussy fluttered against my cock was taking me to the edge of my sanity, and I felt my balls start to tighten up.  When she tightened against me like a silken fist, I knew I was done for.  Rubbing my fingers over her clit, I rubbed her until she exploded over me.  As she came with a cry, I started to fill her with my own release.

"Fuck… Rina!
Ah!"

We stayed connected as she fell forward, laying her head on my chest. Our breathing was heavy as we held each other and got ourselves back to normal.  Lifting her head up so that she could look into my eyes, Sabrina smiled at me.  "I've got a wedding present for you.  I was going to tell you this in Hawaii, but now I get to tell you here.  I stopped taking the pill
two weeks ago.  Every time we make love and you fill me now, we might be getting pregnant."

My heart almost exploded in my chest with joy.  I'd known that she was going to go off the pill
when we went on our honeymoon, but I didn’t know she'd done it just yet.

Smiling, I pushed her hair back from her face.  "That's beautiful baby.  I hope that even as we speak my boys are at work.  I can't wait to watch our baby growing inside of you.  You're my miracle Sabrina, and I can'
t wait to love the lives we create together."

We
spent a wonderful day together as a family on the beach, enjoying our time together immensely.  I watched Delilah like a hawk, and I could tell that she really was feeling fine.  I'd noticed some bruising on her right leg in her thigh area, but other than those bruises and the stitches on her forehead, she looked great.

Now we were all anxiously awaiting Aunt Sandra's arrival.  She'd called and said that she had news, but said that she'd share it with all of us once she got to Spencer's.  We'd gathered in Spence's living room to wait, and I couldn't help the enormous smile that spread across my face when I looked around the room.  Delilah was cuddled up against Spencer, Brooke was sitting in Damien's lap and Sabrina was reclined against my chest.  Dominique was the
only person without a partner because Tally had plans with her friend that she didn't feel she could break.  That had gotten a raised eyebrow from Spencer and me, but Dominique seemed fine with it so I kept my mouth shut. 

Sandra burst through the door full of energy, and I could tell that whatever she had was big. 
I must have tensed, because Rina pulled my head down and whispered, "Relax baby and remember we'll get through this together."

Taking a deep breath, I sighed as I nodded.  Running my hand up and down Sabrina's arm, I smiled at her.  "God I love you."

We all watched with baited breath as Sandra took a seat.  She'd brought her briefcase with her, and I knew that it contained information that was going to change our lives.  She wasted no time diving right in.

"It's unbelievable what kind of information can be acquired in less than twenty-four hours.  The private investigator Mike knew got us some great stuff.  Dillon and Leah's last name is
Cooper.  They're close by, both living in Sherman Oaks.  Dillon is a landscape architect, the most in-demand in the area.  He's actually been recommended to us as someone to use for our projects before, and from what I can figure out the only reason we haven't hired him yet is because he's got such a backlog that he wasn't able to commit to our timelines." 

Spencer's harsh inhale got all of our attention.  Turning to him, we waited for an explanation. 

"This is unreal.  I've got a meeting scheduled on Friday with Dillon Cooper.  I've seen his work, and it's absolutely amazing.  Completely unique, unlike anything I've ever seen.  He's crazy fucking popular, has even been in the LA times recently.  I'm meeting with him to ask if he has any interest in heading the landscape design for the Century City build. I was going to cancel because I wanted to be here with Delilah… but, if we can't meet him earlier than Friday, I will keep that appointment."

"Yeah, I think it makes the most sense to approach Dillon first, since he's the older sibling," I said.  "Sandra, what else did you find out?"

"Dillon is a widower.  He married a girl that he and Leah grew up with in the youth home they were in.  He's not got any children.  Leah is a physical therapist who specializes in children.  She isn't married.  They both seem like lovely people, absolutely normal.  No hints of scandal or any weirdness.  They're nothing like Mike or Marceline, thank god.  They had a rough go of it for a few years, putting themselves through school, but they made it."

It was a lot to take in, but I was relieved that they were both okay.
  Spencer, Damien and I exchanged looks, and I knew that we were all thinking the same thing.  "Do you think there is any way that we can get Dillon to meet with us before Friday?" 

Smiling at me, Sandra shook her head.  "
No honey, one step at a time. I love you boys, but not one of you has any patience.  I'm not sure how any of you will survive nine month pregnancies."

That made us all laugh because she was right.  I could tell that Spencer was already chomping at the bit to know whether Delilah was carrying their son or daughter, and whether he acknowledged it or not, he was anxious to meet the baby.  It was
so obvious in the way that he was constantly holding his hand against Delilah's still flat stomach, like he hoped the baby would reach out and touch him back.  I'd said something to Delilah about it in the kitchen earlier, and she'd told me that the constant touching was Spencer's way of assuring the baby that he was going to do everything in his power to be a good father.

"He doesn't realize that I know what he's doing," she explained, "
but I can tell that touching my stomach is his way of connecting himself more to the baby, his way of promising that he will always be there.  When I woke up this morning, he had his head on my stomach, and he was whispering to the baby.  The man is already a total goner for our child, and he doesn't even fully realize it yet."

I thought he had to have a pretty good idea that he was a "goner
," because right at that moment his arm was wrapped around Delilah and his hand was resting on her tummy.  Even as we were all gathered to discuss something so serious, his focus never truly left Delilah.  While it had always been clear that he worshipped her, now that he could let it out in front of all of us, it was deeper somehow.  My Delilah was such a happy person, always filled with love and light, but I could see a difference in her, too.  She radiated joy being able to be with Spencer, and it made me ecstatic to see her so content.

Snapping out of my reverie, I listened as Aunt Sandra explained that she thought it would be best to wait until Friday.  "It's just a few days away, and there's a lot going on.  I wasn't finished sharing what I learned today."

My stomach clenched at that, because I knew she was about to share what she'd learned about Dominique and Delilah's father and brother.  Letting these new people into our lives had the potential to hurt my girls, and it made me anxious.  What if they didn't want to meet my sisters?  Or worse, what if they agreed to meet them, but then turned out to be assholes?

Spencer, Damien and I were all on high alert, and I knew we were all thinking along the same lines.  If the girls were hurt by this, none of us would react well.