"Damnit, Deluca. Your wife has no right looking that good." I slap my arm to the side, thinking I'm going to hit Lara but completely miss her since I can't take my eyes off my own wife. "Buon Dio onnipotente." I suck in a breath of air while my mouth overflows with a new wave of saliva when my incredibly sexy wife lifts the bottom of her shirt over those washboard abs to wipe the sweat from her face while sporting a cocky grin.
Isobel leans closer to me on her knees, mockingly wiping the drool from my chin when Maya's shirt drops, and she throws her head back on a full-blown belly laugh. "Lei è mia. (She's mine.) I'm allowed to look." I slap her hands away from my face before pushing her back on her ass on the picnic blanket, we're all sitting on. When I turn to actually look at her and Lara, my eyes catch the table behind them, crowded by the eligible lesbians Mrs. Devous invited to her grandson's birthday party.
I throw a crumpled-up paper plate in their direction, lifting my brow at them in a threatening way. "You did see the wedding ring on her left hand, no!?" Molly places her hands over mine to prevent me from getting up and giving them a piece of my mind. "Down, girl. I've known those girls since high school. They're harmless, just like Lara." My new friend gives her sister-in-law a death glare when she whistles through her teeth, bringing my attention back to my running wife, which warrants a punch to the chef's gut.
"With all due respect, Mrs. Devous, did you have to invite so many women to ogle my wife in front of me?" The older lady smirks while a grape slips past her lips, making it clear how much she's enjoying my torment. "You only have yourself to blame, fili mou. I wouldn't have invited them if you hadn't started dating again first. Besides, I wouldn't have let them get further than a handshake before flying up to Seattle to tell you to pull your head out of your ass. Luckily you didn't need as much time as I suspected to get to the same conclusion." Her words make my heart skip a beat, just from the mere thought of my wife moving on from me while we were separated.
The feeling comes and goes when my next breath reminds me of the time Maya told me how she wasn't planning on ever finding someone new, even if she felt ready to love again. The nauseous knot in my gut when I look back at the table full of beautiful woman, makes me want to pull her into my arms and apologize for ever thinking it was okay to make her watch me date other people, while still being in love with me. "Oh, don't worry, signorina. A little jealousy is always a good thing in a relationship. It keeps the blood pumping and the flame of desperate desire for each other burning bright."
I roll my eyes and start throwing Mrs. Devous with peanuts when she fans herself with her hands. "You can relax, mã. Maya and Carina's relationship has never been stronger. She might just look like she's ready to kill them, when in reality they're just as safe around her, as Lar and Isobel. Trust me, they are keeping Carina well and truly on her toes." We all burst out laughing when the two named woman start making a show of drooling over my wife. Mrs. Devous taps her foot against mine, schooling her features into a serious scowl.
"I still have the engagement ring my husband proposed with decades ago in my jewelry box, if you'd like to cover up that tan line? And it will keep the ring in the family." I find it hard to swallow the bite I have in my mouth when everyone on the picnic blanket falls silent at their matriarch's serious tone. "Thank you, Mrs. Devous. But I'd like to prove to Maya that we're meant to be. And I know I deserve all of your 'you hurt her, you die' speeches, but Molly's had its desired effect." Everyone's grins turn malicious, mainly Mrs. Devous's. Lara slides closer to me so she can rub my back and lay her head on my shoulder.
"Oh, boy. She showed you her book, didn't she?" All Molly's sisters-in-law flinch when I nod my head and her mom claps her hands together. I jerk from the surprise when someone flops down on my lap, ready to push them off until her scent enters my brain. My fingers find their way into her hair, massaging her scalp while those joyful Caribbean Ocean eyes meet mine from below. "What did I miss?" She tilts her head on my lap to look between her friends, before looking back at me inquisitively when they all start stuttering.
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Caught in the Middle
Fanfiction*Sequel to Meet Me In The Middle* Maya Bishop has come to terms with the fact that even at her best, she'll never be good enough for Carina. She has given up on her pursuit down the path of forgiveness and redemption from others, risking the uncerta...
