“Joe, you should be resting.” I pushed him back onto the bed and moved the pillow behind his head. “You just had surgery and are on bed rest.”

“I had an in-office procedure and I’m fine,” he said and sighed, pursing his lips out of frustration.

“The doctor said you needed to take it easy, and I’m going to make sure you do.”

“Sugar,” he said, pulling me down on top of him. “It was five days ago. The doc said I just needed to avoid strenuous activity for a day or two, not the rest of my life.” He swept my hair behind my ear and stared into my eyes. “Wanna make out?” He waggled his eyebrows and smirked.

I smacked his chest and waved my finger in his face. “It’s too early.”

“It’s not,” he argued and pushed my hand down.

“It is.”

“Doc said usually about a week, but I’m no ordinary man, sugar. My body wants you now. I can’t go another day without being inside of you.”

I rolled my eyes and tried to get away, but he trapped me. “It’s not happening, Joe.”

“Suzy,” he whispered and put his hands on my face, holding my cheeks in his hands. “I think I deserve a reward for all the pain I went through.”

I laughed. “It wasn’t that bad.”

His thumb caressed the corner of my mouth, and my tongue darted out to taste his skin. “Come on. Since I’m trapped in this bed, I figure we could make use of the time while the babies are asleep.” His hips thrust in the air and my eyes followed, noticing he already had a hard-on. “Just like that, but a little lower.”

“Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?” I asked, blinking rapidly and playing up the fact that he was in no way in pain.

“Kisses always make everything better.” He smirked.

When my eyes glanced over at his length hidden by the sheet, he pulsed his cock, making it almost beckon for me under the sheets. I peeled the sheet back, setting it free, and rubbed my hands together.

The spot was the size of my thumbnail and almost healed. Joe hadn’t complained about it for a moment. He wanted to go back to work days ago, but I liked having him with me. I babied him and tried to find ways to keep him at home. I’d use any means necessary, even sex, to have him close for a little while longer.

After I palmed his shaft in my hands, I scurried down the bed to come face-to-face with the reason I fell in love with him in the first place. He made me want him. After a single night in bed with him, I couldn’t get him out of my system. It all started with his dick. He knew exactly what he was doing when he took me to bed. Even to this day, he claimed he never meant for me to fall for him, but I called bullshit every time.

My tongue poked out, flicking his piercing, and his hips jerked forward, wanting more. “You have a greedy cock tonight, Mr. Gallo.” My cheeks heated and my mouth salivated after just the slightest taste of him.

“My cock is always greedy for you, Mrs. Gallo, but not as greedy as that pussy of yours.”

I wiggled my hips, letting my nightie fall forward and exposing my ass to him. “It’s lonely,” I said, spreading my legs and giving him a glimpse of my wetness.

He smirked and stroked my thighs. “Put your mouth on me.” He nudged my lips with his cock and I opened willingly.

Before I had worked my way down his entire length, he stroked my opening and I moaned around his dick, faltering in my movement. I pushed back against his fingers, being the greedy whore that I am, and took him deeper, hoping to be rewarded.

He smacked my ass and I yelped, almost biting down on his cock. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate as his finger slid into me. I’ve never been a multitasker, and having his fingers inside of me while trying to blow him threw me off my game.

Using my hand as a guide, I rested my lips against my fingers and pushed myself up and down. My mind started to go hazy, especially when his finger stroked my G-spot.

He grunted, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth because of my lackluster performance, but he only had himself and his fingers to blame.

I paid special attention to the tip, toying with his piercing with my tongue. He moaned, stroking me deeper and pushing me closer to the edge. I rode his finger, needing just a bit more to get me there, and used the momentum to suck his cock with my lips.

When my body tightened and my orgasm was in reach, I sucked harder, bringing him over the edge with me. We both moaned as our strokes became unsteady with the pleasure.

“Come here,” he said as I wiped my lips.

I turned and crawled up his body on shaky legs and arms. “Sorry.” My cheeks flushed and I tried to catch my breath.

He grabbed me under the arms and helped me forward. “For what?”

“For doing a bad job.”

He laughed softly and pulled my face to his. “Your mouth is perfect. There’s no such thing as a bad job when your lips are wrapped around me, sugar.”

I smiled and stared into his eyes. “I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too.” He kissed my lips before adjusting our bodies.

I settled into the crook of his arm and felt at peace for the first time in months. The turmoil seemed to follow us, seeping into our lives when we least expected it.

“Do you think we’ll be like your parents when we’re old?” My fingers touched his piercing, turning it gently.

His hand wrapped tighter around my shoulder. “You mean wearing French maid outfits and breaking ribs?”

“Yeah.” I giggled at the thought.

“I hope so.”

“Me too.”

His hand stopped moving against my skin. “Sugar?”

I curled tighter against him. “Yeah, Joe?”

“Can we not talk about what happened to my parents again?”

“Sure. We’ll never talk about it again.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled. “It’s an image I’m afraid I’ll never wipe from my mind.”

I wanted to grow old with him, surrounded by our children and their children and driving them insane with stories like this one.

Ten years ago, I never would’ve dreamed that this would be my life. I felt like an outsider in my own family growing up, but being with the Gallos made me feel like I belonged to something bigger and better.

I had everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.

I’d finally found my home.