Ildaria’s eyes were just closing as she gave herself up to the mounting pleasure growing inside her, when his words sank in.In the next moment, she’d pushed away from him with horror. “Oh, no!”
“What?” he asked with concern.
“Your mother,” she said unhappily, shaking her head and covering her face. “I wanted to make a good first impression. I bakeda cake last night, and I was going to be dressed and wear a pretty apron, and be holding the cake like Betty Crocker. Butinstead, how does she meet me? Naked on top of her bambino again.”
G.G. blinked several times as he processed what she was saying, and then he cleared his throat and said, “Uh, honey, thiswouldn’t have been a first impression. She’d already met you,” he pointed out.
“But I wanted to make a new first impression,” she wailed and could have sworn she heard a short huff of laughter before hepulled her back into his arms.
“Angel, love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You don’t have to worry about making an impression onmy parents. They both love you. My mother, especially. They’d take you naked, dressed, on or off me.” Pulling back, he urgedher face up and added, “But more importantly, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she breathed, leaning into him as his hands began to slide over her body again. “But you should take offyour pretty new suit before we ruin it.”
G.G. released her reluctantly, and began to shrug out of his jacket, but teased, “You just want to see my new and improvedbody.”
“Si,” she agreed, backing up to the bed as she watched him undo the buttons of the shirt. “You do look fine in a suit, butI like you in jeans and a T-shirt too.”
“Yeah?” He tugged the shirt out of his slacks and shrugged out of that too, and Ildaria almost changed her mind. The man was beautiful no matter what he did or didn’t wear, she thought as she climbed blindly onto the bed, her gaze locked on the play of muscles in his back as he undid and removed the dress slacks. When he then bent to slide them off and step out of them her gaze slid over his strong shoulders and she thought that she missed the tattoos, but he was still beautiful.
“Well?” he asked, turning to her after folding the slacks over and setting them on her dresser. “How do you like the new vehicle?Want to take it for a ride?”
She chuckled at his teasing, but nodded. “Si, I will ride you hard, señor.”
“All the way to shag city?” he asked as he prowled toward the bed.
Ildaria tilted her head with confusion. “Where is shag city? Is it in Canada? Or England?”
“No, it’s—” G.G. began, and then knelt on the bed and crawled toward her, promising, “I’ll show you.”
Epilogue
“You may not have had them long, but at times like this I really miss your bodyguards, Angelina. It would be handy to havethem here to carry the shopping bags.”
Ildaria glanced to G.G.’s mother with surprise. “Are the bags too heavy for you? I can take some if they are.”
“Of course, they aren’t, dear girl,” Mary Guiscard said, amused at the very suggestion. “But they are large, and awkward,and I think I may have ruined my manicure swinging them around to avoid hitting passersby. I don’t think that girl at thesalon kept my fingers under that light of hers long enough to set them properly.”
“Not a problem, Mary,” Marguerite said before Ildaria could respond. “We can fix them up before the party. I have a lovelymanicure set for just such occasions.”
“Oh, good. I-Is that the boys?” Mary interrupted herself to ask, and then her eyes widened incredulously. “What on earth are they wearing?”
“Leather,” Ildaria said as she spotted the men ahead, moving in their direction. “A lot of leather.”
All three women were silent as they watched their mates approach. G.G. and his father, Robert, were all decked out in leather.G.G. was wearing very tight black leather pants, black combat boots, and a long black leather coat open over a bare chestnow looking tanned and tattooed when it hadn’t been that morning. But then neither had he had the high, dark green Mohawkhe was now sporting, his real Mohawk had only grown an inch since he’d shaved his head. She was guessing the look was theresult of spray tan, temporary tattoos, and some kind of wig. And she thought he looked incredibly hot. His father, Robert,was also wearing the pants and boots, but he had gone for a shorter leather jacket, a black T-shirt, and a red Mohawk. Likeson like father, she supposed.
As for Julius, he was the more conservative of the three, wearing a suit made of black leather, with a blue silk shirt underit. He was also wearing some kind of white face paint, delicately applied to make him look pale, and he had his real fangsout. Going for the vampire look, she supposed, noting that some kind of red paint or polish had been applied to his fangsand then dabbed on his cheek to look like a drop of blood.
“My goodness, don’t they look fine,” Mary said, sounding a little breathy.
Ildaria glanced at the woman with surprise. “But Robert is wearing a Mohawk.”
“Yes, dear. I can see that, and it makes him even foxier than usual,” she said, her eyes starting to glow.
Ildaria blinked in disbelief at those words. “I thought you hated G.G.’s Mohawk?”
“No. Actually, I think it’s adorable on my son. It’s hot, though, on Robert,” she added.
“But you were always telling G.G. he would be handsome if he only did not have the Mohawk and—”
“Oh, that was just so he’d feel he was being rebellious,” Mary said, waving away her comments. “Boys need to rebel. It’s intheir coding or something. So, I complained about his hair, and he didn’t have to go out
