***LONDON’S POV***
“London, you need to get down here, Zane is fighting with his brother,” Micah says as he skiddles past my door and goes downstairs.
I look at Mia, my eyes widening in shock.
“Do you think…?” I trail off wanting to know if this is true.
Mia nods her head those pretty eyes of hers shining.
When Zane had left me without a word, I had been mad but a knock had come in shortly after, and I had never been happy to see Mia.
We had left on impromptu back in Italy, I would need to catch up with the other ladies, but I was glad she had come to visit.
“We should go before our men kill one another,” Mia giggles in a girlish way, making my heart squeeze gently.
“My ankle is sprained, and I haven’t done anything about it. Zane wouldn’t help me. Maybe if you help me on your shoulder, I could limb to him before they kill one another,” I explain wrinkling my brows at her.
She giggles again.
“Why didn’t you tell me anything? I should have helped out,” Mia scowls at me.
I roll my eyes at her.
“I only want my Daddy,” I mutter squeezing her hand, hoping that she doesn’t take offense to my words.
She sighs, helping me out.
“This way. And that baby bump of yours is getting big,” she teases sweetly.
“Come on, Mia, focus,” I say as we make it downstairs.
I tap my sprained ankle on the last step and wince as I fall to the ground.
The loud movements caused the men to stop temporarily only to continue bantering.
“Go check on your little girl, Daddy,” Rio teases out.
I gasp.
Mia’s eyes pop out of her head, she is in shock as well.
“I wouldn’t let you sleep on the bed tonight, Rio,” she screeches out.
The fight stops and Rio throws his hands in the air, begging his wife.
“No, please, baby,” he says starting to approach us.
“Little human? Oh my God! What are you doing down here?” he asks touching me on my arm, the stench of alcohol waffles my nostrils.
“I wouldn’t be here if you stayed in the bedroom with me. Besides, you reek of alcohol,” I blurt out wrinkling my nostrils.
“I am sorry, little girl,” Zane apologizes, closing his eyes for a brief moment. I touch his hand and bring it towards my lips, kissing it gently.
“I don’t think I need your words right now. Help me up please?” I ask circling my hands around his stud neck.
Zane doesn’t hesitate to carry me and on instinct, I move my legs around the man’s waist, leaving no space between us.
A groan from the corner and I notice Micah sharing a whiskey with Reaper, when our eyes meet, he rolls his eyes as if bored.
“Thank you,” I murmur the words to him.
I see his face brightening as he blushes gently.
Then, there is Rio and Mia dry fucking themselves in the living room, their clothes still out.
Zane takes the stairs and I stop him with my flat palm on his chest. He stops.
“We need to stop them before they provide a show to your men,” I let out my eyes still trained on Rio and his wife.
“They love providing a show whenever they have an audience. Just let them be, baby,” I say.
I wouldn’t let them be of course.
“Mia, take your husband upstairs, we don’t want a show,” I say bumping against Zane’s body.
Mia pulls her lips from Rio’s own and when she looks at me, I see the eyes of a lady who is in love.
“Yes, London Vincenzo,” she teases saying something in Rio’s ears.
They start moving away from prying eyes.
A smack on my ass and I am looking down at Zane, I whimper and he laughs out teasingly.
*
Inside the bedroom, Zane was still too drunk but he wouldn’t climb on the bed with me.
“Daddy!” I say when he grabs my leg, bringing out the first aid kit.
“Get in bed, you are too drunk to even know what you are doing,” I fuse out.
Zane frowns at me, I love him being all alpha male and possessive as fuck.
“You think so? I am not letting you sleep with a sore ankle. I should have done this hours ago,” he says and I hear the impending quarrel underlying in his tone.
“We wouldn’t be here if you had just spoken to me, Zane. All these wouldn’t have been necessary,” I grit out sighing.
Zane spends the next fifteen minutes applying a balm of some kind on my ankle and then, a white bandage.
“Brand new,” he says keeping the first aid kit aside and climbing into bed with me.
“Don’t you think you need a bath?” I ask raising my brows at him.
He doesn’t utter a word to me, then, he snorts, sliding out of the bed.
He has a five-minute shower, and when Zane presses his body back to mine, water is still dripping out of his body.
“Husband!” I laugh out sleepily.
“Wife!” he replies, his breath indicating that he had brushed his teeth.
“I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way round,” I tell him softly.
“You could try, but, I will always take care of my baby. It is a privilege for me,” I say softly.
My eyes twinkle, but I refuse to shed a single tear.
“Are you sure you didn’t bait Rio to hit you until your wife came rushing downstairs?” I ask pressing my head on Zane’s shoulder and drawing annoying circles around his hairy chest.
A pause, and then, Zane breathes out before he mutters to me,
“I wasn’t thinking about that, but I was hoping my wife would come and haul my ass to the bedroom,” he says cupping my head with his large palm.
I burst out laughing, throwing my head backward as I squealed my legs a little, ignoring the fact that I might hurt my ankle again.
“You big bad tease. Guessed who ended up carrying me back to the room?” I ask lifting my head a little to smirk at him.
Slowly, I feel Zane’s arm snake around my waist and into my shorts.
He teases my clit, his eyes still on mine.
“Me?” he questions and I open my mouth to reply, but I let out a moan instead.
I feel myself blush as I close my eyes, shock evident in my eyes.
“You sound good when you moan, do you want to cum for me, baby girl?” he demands as he slides his fingers down my slit and I am soaked as fuck.
Zane’s knowing eyes tell me he is aware of the effect I have on him.
“So wet, baby, so fucking wet. Want to cum for Daddy?” he asks increasing his strokes on my clit.
“Please, oh Daddy, yes, please,” I cry out as I slide between him, sitting on my knees as I bury my face into the crook of Zane’s neck.
“Ride my fingers then, chase your climax,” he says prompting me.
I don’t wait for another command as I swiftly ride Zane’s fingers out.
Slowly, I grab each side of the mattress beside Zane’s head and fuck his fingers.
“How close are you, little girl?” he asks teasing me.
His lips are in my ears and I cry out, fighting the words from leaving my mouth in an incoherent manner.
“So close, Daddy. Tiny weeny close,” I cry out gently.
Zane pushes his thumb to my clitoris and rubs it with force.
“Come for me then, little girl,” he urges, and I fall off the edge, screaming as I hit Zane’s chest.
My thighs were shaking, my pussy was spasming, and my breaths came in short raspy outlets.
“I need a moment to catch my breath,” I tell him heaving harshly.
“Take all your time, baby, the fun is over,” he says.
I push my head upward and Zane shakes his head.
“I could ride my orgasm out again, but with your fat cock this time,” I beg with my eyes.
“No, I am intoxicated, what if I lose control?” Zabe inquires rubbing his hands up and down my spine.
“A little push wouldn’t break me. PLEASE!” I beg to kiss Zane all over his face.
I was smearing saliva on his face now.
“Fine, but if I get too hard, you tell me,” he warns. out.
“I love harsh,” I snigger.
Zane smacks my ass twice.
“I am serious, or no sex for you. We will both go to bed horny,” he says.
I thought better and huffed out gently.
“Yes, Daddy Zane. I will,” I cross my chest hiding a smile that was very impossible to conceal.
Zane tugs out my panties and I pull down his sleeping shorts.
He positions me on his large cock and I open my mouth to a small groan.
“That’s it, baby, ride me out,” he says, holding onto his self-control.
Leaning closer to his ear, I whisper, “You can lose control with me, Daddy, I am made of tough material,” I chuckle sweetly, taking him down all to myself.