Twenty-three years later
The pounding jolts me awake. I groan as Tony’s phone starts ringing on the bedside table. Not surprisingly, Tony is instantly awake.
“Yeah, baby girl?”
I rub my eyes, wondering who it is. Rosie is due any day. Or did Aria sneak out of the house or something? Before the thought is finished, I hear Aria outside our bedroom door asking if she should answer the front door. She knows not to just open our bedroom door.
Tony answers her. “Yes, baby, let your cousin in. I’ll be right down.”
“Great, what has Eva done this time?” I slide out of bed after Tony.
“How did you know it’s Eva?” Tony chuckles as he pulls on pants and reaches for a shirt.
Watching him, I sigh. Twenty-five years of marriage and I swear he’s as gorgeous as he was the day I met him. It’s really annoying he’s still hard as fuck, everywhere. He’s lost maybe ten pounds of muscle, but he hasn’t gained more than five pounds of fat. And I’m a cranky bitch because we only just fell asleep a few hours ago after several hours of making love.
An eyebrow goes up as he catches me watching him. His hands go down to my waist, pulling me to him. “This is going to take a minute. It’s going to take even longer if you don’t stop looking at me like you are. I can’t go down there with my cock hard for you.”
“If you want—”
A hard hand meets my right ass cheek, ouch, it still hurts from earlier tonight. “Behave.” The sound of shouting makes its way up to us. “Fuck, that’s Dominic.”
“They just got back from their anniversary trip three hours ago. What did Eva do?” I grab panties and a bra. Tony grabs a long maxi dress and tosses it to me.
“She went and got married. Dominic is out for the blood of her husband. Regina is in tears she missed her daughter’s wedding.”
“Oh god.” I moan as I follow him out of the closet and down the stairs.