Chapter Eleven
“I couldn’t imagine you with short hair,” Mavis said, cuddled up against his side.
Luca kept his arm wrapped around her. The photograph album was perched on his knee as he turned each page, showing her pictures he’d taken when he was much younger, nearly her age. Ryan had been part of his life since he was a little boy.
Their fallout had been petty and stupid, but now, he didn’t regret it.
Both of their paths had taken different turns, and he had Mavis, curled up next to him as they looked through old memories.
She didn’t seem to mind staring at her father. He didn’t expect her to shed a tear for the man she knew. They’d known different people.
“There’s my parents,” she said.
“That was the high school prom.”
“The night I was conceived.”
“Yep. The night I told him to rubber up. I’m really pleased he didn’t now. See, I don’t always give good advice.”
She chuckled. Her hand that held the engagement ring rested against the edge of the book. He loved seeing it on her, and he’d hold her hand and kiss that very ring just so she knew he was happy with making her his. Not that it would ever be in question.
They’d been engaged for over a month, and he knew he wasn’t ever going to regret it. The date had already been set, and they were already making preparations for the main event.
He’d demanded she wear a white dress, and of course, it would be in a church. They were only going to have a few witnesses, and neither of them were going to allow the press to come anywhere near them.
“I wish I’d known you back then,” she said.
“No, you don’t. I was an arrogant ass.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back.
“Now you’re mine.”
“Soon, I’ll be yours soon. I want to have everything with you, Mavis. I want to have a family, share my life with yours. You can have everything you ever want.”
She pulled the photograph album from his lap.
“Then all I want is you. You and your wicked temper and sexy cock. Also, I think I need a chef to teach me some new lessons. Did you know Susan can only cook, like, ten things?”
“I knew she wasn’t very experienced. You want to learn to cook?” he asked, running his hands down her back to cup her ass as she straddled his lap.
“Yes.”
“Consider it done.”
“And I’d love for us to have a couple of horses.”
“Done.”
“And I want to have sex at least three times a day.”
“Let’s make it four,” he said.
He ran his hands up her back to sink into the luscious length of raven hair. She let out a moan, and he pulled her down, slamming her lips against his own. She slid her tongue across his mouth, and he opened up for her to plunge inside. His cock started to get rock-hard, and she wriggled against his lap.
“Fuck, baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
She reached between them, attacking his pants. Within seconds she had his cock out, and he lifted up her dress.
“We’re supposed to be planning our wedding,” he said, not fighting her off. She held his cock to her entrance, and as she slid down his length, all battle left him. He wasn’t going to stop his woman from taking what she wanted.
“We are. We’re planning our honeymoon?” She slammed down on his length, and he wasn’t one to be outdone.
Gripping her hips, he drove up inside her, fucking her as she ground down on his cock. Taking possession of her lips, he knew he’d found the perfect woman. Mavis was made for him, just as he was made for her.
Flipping her to her back, he took her to the floor, spreading her legs wide. He reared back and watched as her pussy opened up for him, her cream soaking his dick as he worked in and out of her.
He was going to fill her up and make her his, and no one would ever know the kind of pleasures she was capable of.
“I love you, Mavis. So fucking much.”
He kissed her hard, swallowing down her moans of pleasure. Her cunt tightened around his dick, pure perfection.
****
Seven months later
“In other news today, billionaire Luca Brown is a bachelor no more. That’s right, ladies. The notorious former ladies’ man has gotten hitched. Do we say cradle robber here? That’s right, Mr. Brown has married none other than the young heiress to the Miller fortune, Mavis Miller. As many of you know, Brown and Ryan Miller, Mavis’s father, had once been best friends, but that all came to a head in a conflict. Speaking of conflict, Brown is no stranger to it.”
Luca switched off the television.
Mavis’s arms wrapped around his neck. “Hello, cradle robber,” she said.
“We did everything we could to hide our wedding and the vultures still found out.”
“Luca, I don’t care. I don’t care what they say. I never have. All I care about is that you love me and that you’re all mine. No one can take that away.” She kissed his neck, sucking on the flesh. “You looked so sexy and handsome today. This is our honeymoon. Don’t let them spoil it.”
“I won’t. I love you, and this is our honeymoon.” He pushed her to the bed. “So, wife, how do you feel about us starting that family?”
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill and have been this whole time. You can come inside me any time you want, but we’re not having a baby just yet.”
“Why not?” he asked.
She wrapped her fingers around the locket necklace he wore that she’d given him for Christmas. He’d put a picture of her inside, and she loved that at all times he had a piece of her.
“Because I want to be greedy and have you all to myself. Is that a bad thing?” She pressed a kiss to his neck, sucking on his pulse. “We’ll have lots of times for babies. I just want you.”
He took her hands, pressing them to the bed. “I will give you everything, and if you want me, consider me yours. I love you.”
She would never get tired of hearing him say those words to her. Not only did he mean them but he always showed her. He’d given her paradise, and she’d taught him how to love.
Their age gap meant nothing to them.
They were perfect for each other, and no one would ever get between them.
He slid her thighs open, found her entrance, and plunged in deep. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, and knowing it wouldn’t be long before they would have a baby. She’d love to have a little Luca running around, maybe two or three.