Unbroken Hart (The Hart Family) (5 page)

"I had my meeting today with Flynn's manager, John Benner, this morning.  He thought it would be best if I met with Todd directly and explained the situation to him.  After setting it all up, I followed John to Todd's house.  He was absolutely stunned, to say the very least, but…"

Dominique interrupted her with a barrage of questions.  "What was he like?  Did he seem okay?  What was his house like? Did he seem like the kind of person that our parents were?"

Shaking her head, Sandra smiled.  "No honey, he's
nothing
like what my sister or Mike.  His house was just like all of ours, really.  Comfortable, meant for family and friends.  There were pictures of them everywhere, and everyone looks totally normal.  He says that Flynn will be stunned but overjoyed to have siblings.  You've got grandparents living nearby.  He was actually… quite wonderful."

"Wow," Delilah said, "I can't believe we h
ave grandparents.  Tell us more!  Do you know why, or how, he wound up with our mother?"

Nodding sadly, Sandra started to explain.  "Todd's wife passed away after a battle with leukemia.  He went a little off the rails in the months after she died, drinking and depression mostly. 
Having watched my own mother die from cancer, I know how badly that messes with your mind, and I understand.  He met my sister at a party at the Cross' house.  She didn't tell him that she was married. They got together a few times over the next month, always at Spencer's parents house on the weekends.  He said that she was cold and unattached, but since he wasn't at all ready to let his wife go, that was just what he needed. A few weeks after it started his parents sat down with him and told him he needed to get his shit together and take care of his son or else.  He took their words to heart, and that night he went to Spencer's parents to break it off with her.  She didn't know she was coming, and what he found when he walked into that house ensured that he never spoke to or thought about her again. He said he knew she wasn't quite normal, but he'd had no idea she was so… well, we all know what she was. He has no qualms about meeting you both, but considering what he saw when he went to the Cross', along with the other ridiculous sexual relations my sister took part in, I've asked him to submit to a DNA test.  I need to know for sure that he's a match before this is pursued further.  It wouldn't be fair to anyone if you all got attached to each other only to find out that you weren't related.  Having said that… You both have his eyes, and I believe that he's your father.  We have appointments at a DNA lab tomorrow morning.  His appointment is an hour after yours.  It's well worth the small fortune that it cost to set up an emergency appointment, because twenty-four hours after the test is taken, we'll know for sure."

After dinner, we all went our separate ways.  Spencer and Delilah stayed in Malibu and the rest of us went home.  As much as I love my family, I was happy to be home and alone with my wife.  Neither of us were about to become silent anytime soon, so it was best that we were in our own environment where we wouldn't have to worry about what people could hear.

I was keyed-up about everything that was going on, and I knew that Sabrina was, too.  When we got home, I decided that it was the perfect time to partake in
one of our favorite activities; skinny dipping.

Night swimming naked with my wife was like winning the lottery.  There was something about the water as it beaded up on her skin, the sound of the water splashing when we made love and the fact that we were outside that made it carnally beautiful.
  I loved it when she wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned back in the water, her breasts floating before me like gifts. 

Walking to the edge, I lifted her out of the water and sat her on the side of the pool.  Smiling into her beautiful face I gave her an instruction.

"Spread for me baby. Give me that little pussy of yours."

Spreading her legs, she perched her feet on the deck as I leaned forward and inhaled the essence of her.  Parting her sweet lips, I blew gently on her.  Letting out a little gasp, she moved her left fo
ot and propped it on my shoulder as I placed my mouth over her.  I loved her with my mouth as she writhed and panted underneath me, her cream drenching my tongue.  Her scent and her taste were two of my favorite things in the world, and I devoured her. Nothing was sexier than the little sounds that erupted from her throat and the feeling of her hands fisted in my hair.

"Oh baby… the w
ay you lick my pussy is so ridiculously fucking good!"

Her words made me tongue her faster.  She knew I fucking loved it when she talked dirty to me and she had no problem doing it.  Pulling back, I stared up into her flushed face.  "I love eating your tight little
pussy Rina.  Love the feeling of your come all over my face, love the way your cunt tightens up on my tongue, love the way you fuck my face.  You're the most beautiful woman in the world baby, and you've got the pussy to match."

Sliding two fingers into her slick heat, I started scissoring my fingers inside of her as I fucked her with my tongue.  Grabbing my head, she ground into my face as she di
ssolved under me.

God damn I loved when she came under my tongue.  There was nothing quite like it.  I didn't stop, continuing my assault as she had two more back-to-back screaming orgasms.  By the time she was coming down from orgasm number three, I was desperate to be inside of her. 

Placing a hand on either side of her hips, I pulled her into the water, chuckling when she shrieked.  I needed to fuck her, hard, so I brought her right to my aching cock and thrust right into her.  Her little scream was music to my ears, and I pounded into her with as much finesse as I could muster given the fact that she was making me crazy.

She clung to me as I thrust, her heat scorching my cock as I thrust again and again. 

"Dante… Dante… Dante… I LOVE YOU!"

Shifting her hips, I thrust harder.  "Love you too baby!"

She was literally shaking in my arms as I fucked her, moaning and begging me to fuck her harder. 

I lost it when she yelled, "Fuck my pussy like you own it," and I hammered into her like a madman as her pussy started fluttering around me and she came screaming my name.  I poured myself into her in hot spurts, little pi
eces of my soul embedding inside of her.

We stayed like that for countless minutes, completely wrapped up in each other.  Rina stayed wrapped around me, just the way I liked her to.  When we were like this, she was an extension of me, and I her.  Nuzzling
her neck, I started to laugh.

"
I love the sound of your laugh so much that it hurts.  What are you laughing about?"

Giving her neck a litt
le nip, I chuckled harder. "I started laughing thinking that you have no idea how hot it was that you told me to fuck your pussy like I owned it.  You're filthy Mrs. Hart."

Her husky little chuckle filled my heart.  "Mm, I had to learn to keep up
with your dirty mouth Mr. Hart.  But I was totally kidding, because you already own it.  That happened as soon as you put a ring on it."

At that we both burst out laughing, and we couldn't stop.  I was still cracking up when I carrie
d her out of the pool, and she started singing Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' at the top of her lungs as she ran for the house, I laughed harder as I yelled out, "Hey, who sings that song?"

Halting mid run, she turned and gave me
a look that said she couldn't believe I didn't know the answer. "Beyonce!"

Smirking at her I r
eplied, "Yeah… let's let her sing it then. I'm pretty sure that's not how the song is supposed to sound."

Giving me the finger, she started singing louder as she shook her sexy ass in time to the musi
c in her head.  The music in her head in no way matched what was coming out of her mouth, but it was adorable.  My wife had a million amazing skills, but singing wasn't one of them, unless it was a slow song and she kept her voice soft.  Otherwise, it was a loud and off key mess.  I actually loved it, just another thing about her that I found enchanting.

These were the moments that
I was in awe of how drastically Sabrina had changed my life.  I thought I had an okay existence before, had made my peace with it and was prepared to see it through to the bitter end.  Now that I have the real thing I clearly see that I had been living less than a half life.  Sabrina brought color and joy to my world, made me feel things in a totally different way than I ever had before.

We ran from the yard straight into the shower, each of us still smiling like idiots as we soaped and then rinsed each other off. 
When we had dried off we headed into our bedroom and jumped into bed, naked.  I adored sharing space with my wife, but I particularly enjoyed holding her close to me at night.  Where I used to run from other women, with Sabrina, I could never be with her enough.  She was a miracle worker as far as I was concerned.

Settling into the bed against the pillows, she turned on her side to look at me.  "
Alright, I've let you stew in your head for hours.  Now it's time to tell me exactly what you're anxious about."

As usual, she sensed when
I was a bit off, and like the amazing woman that she was, she wouldn't let me suffer in silence.  "My mother was an enormous tramp, Sabrina.  I'm actually terrified that Todd won't turn out to be their father. There could be dozens, and I literally mean dozens, of potential fathers. I don't want my girls having to deal with not knowing who their father is on top of all the other shit they've had to put up with. They've suffered enough."

Lifting her hand, she pushed my hair off my forehead.  "Baby, you've suffered enough too.  No matter what happens, the girls will be fine.  Even if they never know who the
ir biological father is, it won't really matter to them because they have you.  Have faith that no matter what, this family is forever, and it's enough.  It's a gift that not everyone gets.  Anything over and above that is gravy.  Weren't you listening when Dominique told you that as we left tonight?"

Staring into her eyes, I shook my head.  "Honestly, the screaming that was going on inside my head kept me from really taking in all that she was saying. My sister's are my Achilles heel.  If I think something might hurt them, I lose it.  Better get used to it, because I'm actually worse about you. I'm crazy for you Sabrina."

Reaching out, she pulled me into her arms, allowing me to settle on top of her.  "I'm crazy for you too Dante. Just remember that we're in this together, and no matter what, we can overcome any obstacle."

Capturing her mouth with my own, I kissed her senseless.  We spent the next hour making slow and beautiful love to each other.  I prayed that we were creating a child
, if we hadn't succeeded in doing so yet.

Waking up cuddled in my husband's arms was a great start to the day.  He tended to wake up before I did, but he rarely left the bed before I woke up, unless he left to bring me breakfast in bed.  I'd told him he didn't need to wait for me to wake up, but he'd told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to start as many days in his life as humanly possible being the first thing that I saw when I opened my eyes.  He said that since he wanted me to be happy every morning, he tried not to wake me up since I was such a grump ass if I was awakened before I was ready.  He was unbelievably romantic, and I loved him for it.

Opening my eyes, I smiled at him before snuggling against his chest and giving it a kiss.  "Mm.  Morning handsome.  You have no idea how happy I am that we have these next two weeks
off.  I know it's not Hawaii, but that doesn't matter.  Nothing is more relaxing than waking up and snuggling with my husband. What time is it?"

I felt the rumble of his chuckle under
my cheek.  "It's almost seven.  We need to meet everyone at the DNA testing place at ten-thirty.  That's plenty of time for us to snuggle and relax."

It
kind of wasn't, and that made me chuckle.  We could stay in bed for days at a time, and had done so several weekends over the last few months.  Other than getting up to shower, use the bathroom and eat, we would stay in bed for two straight days, and when it was time to get up, neither of us was ever ready. 

He had a business trip coming up that we were both dreading, because it just wasn't practical for me to go since both Sandra and Damien were going as well.  That left Spencer and I in charge, and I needed to be in place.
  It would be the first time we'd spent any time apart since he'd gone to Vegas before we got engaged, and we'd only gotten closer since then.  His trip to London was a full seven days, and I knew I was going to miss him like mad.

"Do you know how beautiful it is that you lov
e to wake up and snuggle with me every morning?  At this time last year, the idea of waking up to snuggle with your wife would have given you hives."

He pulled me in closer, held me tighter.  "I was a fucking idiot of the highest order.  You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and if I was smarter I would have married your beautiful ass two months after I met you.  I knew, even way back then, that you were perfect for me.  My actions might not have said that, but my heart did."