Amy begins to cry, placing her broken face in her hands and letting her emotions spill out. I’ve never seen her like this before. She was always such a stoic woman, but I can empathize with her pain. If they had succeeded in beheading Carter, I would jump under the blade myself. How can a person live without their other half?
Today, the world changed a little. People died, but others were brought to justice. My father died several weeks ago at the hands of a terrible man. Bheka wanted to infiltrate and destroy our mafia family. He wanted to tear it apart and rebuild it around himself. His goals were big, but ultimately, his opposition was bigger.
Nobody fucks with the Dormer-Calandro Mafia.
Nobody.
I lean against Carter as he drives us toward freedom, adjusting the air vent so that it blows on my face. The details of what happened today are still fuzzy, but the victory isn’t. We came here to do something, and we succeeded in that. It was messy, difficult, and trying, but we did it.
“Dean was a traitor,” I say, finally speaking up after minutes of sitting in silence, save for Amy’s soft crying.
Carter glances at me and nods. “I guess Bheka was telling the truth then. He told me that Dean was still alive, but I didn’t know whether to believe him.”
“He was alive, but I fixed that,” I reply.
Carter chuckles. “You’re a lot more capable than I thought you would be.”
“I’m strong,” I reply, holding up my bicep and flexing it. There isn’t much there.
“You are strong. I was right to marry you, even if I didn’t know it at the time,” he says, a smile gracing his handsome face. His eyes crinkle at the sides, and his lips press together in pure joy. He looks like a happy man, and I haven’t seen that from him before. This experience changed him, just as it’s changed me.
“I think I like having you as my husband,” I say, patting his shoulder. “Plus, you’re pretty good in bed.”
“Oh, I can assure you. You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he replies.
I laugh, but then fall silent so as not to disturb Amy. She needs to mourn, and she probably needs a doctor more than I do. The path to recovery is long, and many demons await her on the way. It won’t be easy. I know because I’ve been there before.
I place my head on Carter’s shoulder, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. We’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Carter
Honey skips toward me in a small white dress, a camera clutched in her small hand. Her dress flows in the air, blowing up to reveal her soft thighs. As many times as I’ve enjoyed spreading those thighs, it never fails to excite me when I see them again. She doesn’t try to hide them. Instead, she lets the wind take her dress up, excited to be exposed to me.
We’re on a private beach in Norway, finally getting some time to enjoy a well-deserved honeymoon. Today, it’s pleasantly cool, which both Honey and I appreciate. The air is light and smells like salt, and the breeze is enough to give me an excellent view of my gorgeous wife. I’m no longer afraid to admit that I’ve fallen madly in love with her. I can’t imagine a life without her in my arms, feeling her small body against mine.
“I think the wind wants me to be naked,” Honey says as she comes to a stop a foot away from me.
“I think I want you to be naked too,” I say, a smirk curling one corner of my mouth.
“Yes, sir,” she replies, gripping the ends of her dress with both hands and pulling it up over her head. She’s wearing white lace panties, but no bra. His nipples are firm peaks in the cool air, and I’m tempted to suck them into my mouth the second I see them.
I hold back, waiting for her to notice my erection. It’s sticking out from my shorts like a pistol, but today, the only heat I’m packing is my cock. I place my hands on my hips and thrust it out for Honey to get a better view of.
She shivers as another cool breeze moves past her, wrapping air around her gentle curves. She steps forward, her perfect grey eyes growing large at the sight of my manhood. I’m always pleased with how she reacts to it. She’s still fascinated by my cock, no matter how many times she gets to enjoy it. I love that about her.
Hell, I love everything about her. I love the smoothness of her voice, the strength in her soul, and the way she holds onto me and digs her nails into my back when she cums. I love the way her hair smells when she’s sleeping curled up in my arms, and I love the taste of her lips in the small hours of the morning. I love Honey.
“You look happy to see me,” she purrs, rubbing up against me and cupping her small hand over my bulge.
“I’m always happy to see you,” I reply in a low voice.
“Today, you seem especially happy. Why is that?” She asks playfully.
“Because I’m going to make love to you on the beach. I’ve always wanted to do that,” I tell her.
“Make love?” She asks, cocking her pretty head to the side. Her hair falls over her shoulder. It’s gotten a lot longer since we got married.
I nod. “I must make love to my queen.”
“I don’t want you to make love to me,” she says, and for a second, I’m worried. She smiles. “I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard.”
I laugh. “I can do that.”
“You can? Let’s see it then,” she teases.
I grab her hand from my cock, twisting her around quickly and wrapping her arms over her breasts. She squeals
