For Cam (Chicago Syndicate Book 4) (36 page)

“I’m ready. I want to get my strength back as soon as possible. I’m going crazy lying in this bed.”

I smirk because my Cam is returning in full force.

“Then let’s get you out of that bed,” Marc comments. “My colleague will be here in five minutes.”

“Thank you, Marc,” she says as he exits the room and demands my attention by pulling me closer to her by my hand.

I shift her hair back from her face and raise my brows in question.

The side of her mouth pulls up into a sexy grin. “Congratulations, by the way.”

I brace a hand on each side of her head, bending down and stealing a kiss, sharp and brief. “Mrs. Montesi, you’ll never get rid of me now.”

She palms my neck and pulls me close again, the tips of our noses touching. “I don’t want to.”

Of course, the physical therapist has the same inconvenient timing as Marc, and again, Cam and I are interrupted. “Mrs. Montesi, ready to get out of that bed?”

I stand back up, swipe the sheet off, and help Cam to sit up. Instead of leaning on her therapist, Cam uses me for support, to my greatest pleasure, and braces her feet on the ground. And finally, after four months of living my worst nightmare, my pregnant wife is standing beside me again, albeit a bit shaky. So I laugh at her and she makes a face at me in return.

“Don’t even say it. At least I’m standing,” she warns me playfully, knowing what’s going through my mind.

“We’re going to do exercises daily to strengthen your muscles. Marc and I have set up a schedule for you. Shall we start?” the therapist asks.

“Yes,” we both say in agreement, eager to continue with our lives.

Adriano

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T
hree weeks of heavy rehabilitation follows with a strict routine for Cam.

During the first week, she’s already on her feet, determined not to waste any time. On occasion, she has a setback and lashes out, but those episodes become less frequent when she recuperates faster than anticipated.

By the third week, her body has strengthened significantly. Slowly, Cam’s becoming herself again. The resilience and courage in her spirit has returned. She’s back to bantering with me, and the detachment of those first couple of days has evaporated. 

Cam’s road to recovery moves miraculously fast, due to the fact that she was in perfect health before she was injured. She’s determined to make up for lost time; however, sometimes I’m concerned that she’s pushing herself. But the psychiatrist says that it’s aiding her recovery now. Her mothering instinct has kicked in as well. I always knew she’d be strong enough to conquer any obstacle that’s thrown our way.

By not leaving her side for a second, I manage to revive our relationship. And by being forthcoming regarding everything that’s happened, I help her come to terms with the lost time. Although I believe it’s still consuming her thoughts at times, since I frequently catch her daydreaming with a melancholic flicker in her eyes as she wraps her arms around her middle and talks to our baby. It bothers her greatly that she missed four months of her pregnancy and our wedding.

While I haven’t wavered from her side, Luca and Logan are obsessed with finding the tape of Cam and Santino. But even gaining sight of Pillon is impossible because he’s found men to guard him who are as highly trained as we are. Yet I haven’t informed Cam about this, and currently, the security in the hospital is even tighter than in the White House. But I ordered everyone – including Fallon – not to tell Cam anything about that issue because she can’t have any stress. Even Fallon, who was my biggest concern, hasn’t disobeyed my orders.

I stand in the doorway watching Cam, dressed in black sweats and my white dress shirt, talking innately with Fallon while she’s sitting Indian style on the bed, devouring a plate of food.

“Oh my god.” Cam points her fork at Fallon, who’s sitting opposite her. “I remember that name. I was thinking
who the hell is Jamie Fraser
constantly.”

“So he’s the hero from
Outlander
. I almost read that entire book to you,” Fallon explains and adds, “Jeez, you sure can
eat
nowadays.”

Cam barks out a laugh, a true, relaxed laugh where she throws her head back. “I think I eat more than Adriano now.”

“That’s impossible,” I say, and their gazes whip to me as I close the distance and sit beside Cam, pressing a kiss to her temple and resting my palm on her stomach.

Then I steal a piece of fresh bread from her plate and pop it into my mouth.

“Hey!” Cam objects in a mock theatrical tone, “Don’t eat my food. You’re eating your baby’s food.”

I smile and raise a brow. “Then what does my baby want? And I’ll get it for her.”

Fallon exclaims, “You’re having a girl?!”

I frown at her in confusion when Cam answers, “We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl. Adriano always says
she
though.”

“Because I want a girl that looks exactly like Cam,” I explain.

“And what if it’s a boy?” Cam retorts.

“Then I’ll be just as happy,” I answer honestly, “But I’ll still hope the next one is a girl.”

“The next one?” Her eyes grow wide with that statement.

“Um, yes, we
are
having more kids.”

Cam’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out, so I grin and can see her suppressing her laugh.

“This is my cue to leave.” Fallon moves off the bed and kisses Cam’s cheek, hurrying out.

“How many kids do you want then?”

“I don’t know.” A lot.

“Don’t I have a say in this?”

“No,” I answer, just to rile her, while grabbing another piece of bread, but just as I’m about to toss it into my mouth, Cam snatches it and provocatively shoves it into her own mouth.

I lean forward and push her back onto the mattress with her hands above her head, grazing my chin up her throat, giving her the tickling sensation of my beard.

“No...stop.” She squirms beneath me with a throaty laugh that makes my groin ache.

We laugh together freely for the first time after such a long, bleak period. And in this moment, I realize how true my wedding vows were –
If you die, I die
– because without her, I don’t exist. I ceased to exist for those four months.

Pulling back, I entwine our fingers and plant her hands beside her ears. Cam’s breath lodges as I slide her legs apart and push myself between them. I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more badly. But Marc ordered me to keep it PG-rated. Seriously, that was the most awkward conversation ever when her uncle practically told me I couldn’t have sex with my wife until she’s gotten her strength back. After three weeks, I’m on the verge of exploding, and she’s been giving me plenty of signs that she’s ready for more too.

My cock is so hard I think it might punch through my pants as I grind against Cam and she moves with me. A soft whimper leaves her lips as I lower my mouth to just below her ear, stroking my tongue along the delicate skin there.

I whisper against the shell, “It’s time we consummate our marriage.”

“Oh god, yes.” She turns her head and crushes her mouth to mine.

My tongue dives into the depths of her mouth as my mind hazes with arousal. With Cam, I feel as if minutes turn into hours, and I could spend an endless amount of time playing with her tongue, nibbling and licking, swallowing the husky little sounds she makes, with my fingers looped through hers.

Before I take her with the door open, I state, “One second.” And jump off the bed to lock it. Then I hurriedly close the blinds so that we’re ensconced in privacy and set the plate of food on the nightstand.

I move back to the bed, unbuttoning my shirt as I go and tugging it off along with my shoes. Cam sits up on the edge of the mattress and spreads her legs so that I can stand between them. Gliding my hands over her hips, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and gently tug them off, along with her panties. Then she unzips my slacks and lets them drop to the floor, her hand diving into my boxers and wrapping around my dick.

Smoothing Cam’s hair from her face, I kiss her briefly. “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come before we get started.”

She smiles and pumps me twice, making me bite her lip. But I pull back from her touch and remove her shirt, leaving her completely naked.

“All you have to do is lie there and take what I give you...” I lap her nipple and blow softly on it, making it pucker, and then I suck it into my mouth.

Cam grabs a fistful of my hair as she arches her back, and I guide her backward onto the center of the mattress. We laugh as the hospital bed creaks loudly, but as soon as our lustful eyes clash, I continue adoring her breasts that are only a bit fuller and softer. Meanwhile, I yank off my boxers.

Gradually, I kiss my way south and dip my tongue into her navel, my fingers taking over where my mouth has left off, rolling her nipples. A low growl escapes my lips as I shift down and grab her hips before I begin to explore her pussy with my fingers, parting her swollen lips.

“I’m going to get reacquainted with this pussy. Fuck, Cam, you’re so wet...”

“Don’t pretend as if you didn’t know I was horny. It’s my hormones,” she almost moans and rotates her hips, teasing my mouth with her core.

I flick her slit once and glide two fingers inside, my thumb riding against the hard edge of her center.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I whisper, my cheek pressed against her inner thigh, my lips even with the top edge of her pussy.

She moans, her hand tightening into a fist as I finger her. Then I slide them out slowly and suck them while holding her gaze.

“Lick it,” she begs so fucking sweetly.

“As you wish.”

And I fucking devour her. She lets out a soft cry when I work my tongue upwards, all over her pussy, lashing back and forth. Her thighs start to tremble as I lick her, and she digs her heels into the sheets. I grab one of her ankles, and my other palm covers her breast, squeezing the heavy flesh while she arches off the bed, thrashing her head from side to side as I spear her with my tongue.

I can’t help reaching down and grabbing on to my cock, stroking it roughly as I taste the hot flood of her in my mouth. It’s going to be so good to thrust into her heat, feel her from the inside out again. I bury my face between her thighs, drowning myself in her juices as Cam shivers, her body throbbing under the sensual onslaught my tongue evokes. Slowly, I suck her as she goes slack and aims a sexy smile at me.

Kissing a path upward, I roll Cam to her side so that I can spoon her.

“I could eat you all night,” I mutter against her ear while she presses her ass against my cock, so I slide my shaft between her ass cheeks and grip the curve of her hip.

Cam turns her head as I sneak one arm between her neck and the pillow, stroking my other palm down her stomach and between her legs. She lifts and crooks one smooth leg back around my thigh, the motion opening her sex for me. Pure need twists through my veins as I capture her mouth and skate my cock alongside her pussy.

“Fuck! You feel so, so good...” I drive inside to the hilt.

Then I gather Cam close again, hooking my arm under her knee as she lies back against me, and thrust my cock into her. My entire being is engrossed in the flexing of her inner muscles, the wild shudders that run through her. I rain kisses along the side of her mouth, shaping it with bites and nudges, and down her neck, gripping her breast as she bows her back.

“
Mi sei mancato così tanto, cazzo.
” I’ve missed you so fucking much.

Listening to the sweet sound of her moaning inspires me more, and I drive into her as our bodies move against each other while I press my nose into her neck, one hand twisting her nipple and the other rubbing between her legs.

Cam winds her arm back and grabs my hair, forcing my mouth on hers as she fucks me back.

“Make me come!” she pleads, panting.

“Ah, fuck.” I sink inside her hot channel, deeper and faster, and grab Cam’s waist to pull her back against me while I piston into her, and she moans as she comes.

Bottoming out, I push one last time and groan. My heart is pounding so loudly that I can’t hear, and my whole existence is concentrated between my legs, on the riptide of lust that’s flooding me. Grinding my hips slowly against her ass, I ride out the intense pleasure surging through me, and we shift closer, still spooning. I keep fucking her slowly as I secure my arm around her middle, rubbing myself all over her pussy and thighs, branding her. Possessing my wife.

“Hmmm...Missed you.” Her content sighs are like music to my ears. “You’re still hard.”

“I could go again.” But I won’t because she’s exhausted now, satisfyingly exhausted.

I move in and out of Cam once, twice before I tangle our legs and palm her throat, guiding her mouth to me, and I kiss her. For a long time, we kiss and grope and fondle while I’m still hard inside her.

Eventually, I pull out when her eyes fall closed from fatigue. The scent of sex is heavy in the air, and I bask in its glory.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I know that she’s irrevocably mine. In spite of all the obstacles and hurdles, Cam’s back with me, where she belongs.

Dove resterà per sempre.
Where she’ll stay forever.

Camilla

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A
fter a month of intense rehabilitation, I’m more than ready to return home. And even though it’s still too soon, Adriano and I convince Marc to release me since the baby and I are strong. My stomach is growing quickly now, and it’s simply amazing to feel my baby moving around. I’ll be coming in for check-ups weekly, which I’m fine with because I do want the reassurance that my baby is staying healthy.

I’ve been doing physical therapy every day and am walking around just like before. Okay, maybe not
just
like before since I tire faster than normal. But I’m on a diet of vegetables and protein – a diet a personal trainer has put together with my physical therapist, so I’m definitely getting there.

I’ve also been talking every other day to a therapist, who truly helps me to be more sympathetic toward my family. Sometimes, I can’t imagine how Adriano endured those four months, but then I remember that my wild and untamed man can’t be broken. His faith brought me back, and while I
am
very disappointed that we married while I was in a coma, I’m not angry about it. His devotion to me and our child enforces my love for him. I see glimpses of the loving and overbearing father he’ll be when he speaks to my stomach every night. It’s endearing to watch this Mafia boss and former playboy transform into a tender husband and father, although his tenderness comes with some rough edges.