Beat of the Heart

  After he abandoned my luggage, he sat down on the bed and crooked his finger at me. With a smile, I walked slowly across the bedroom towards him. “I know in the elevator you said you wanted to fuck me senseless, but I was wondering if we could meet in the middle.”

  “What does that mean?” he asked.

  I wedged myself between his thighs before bringing my arms around his neck. I ran my fingers through the jet black strands of his hair before leaning over to kiss him gently. His warm mouth opened, and I darted my tongue out to dance along his. When he groaned into my mouth, I felt moisture pooling between my thighs. “I’ve missed you,” I murmured against his lips.

  “I’ve missed you, too,” he replied, his hands sliding around to cup the cheeks of my ass.

  I eased back to stare into his eyes that were already hooded with desire. “Will you make love to me, AJ?”

  A lazy smile slunk on his face. “Of course I will. You know, you’re the first woman I’ve ever given up control for.”

  I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth before flicking my tongue over it. My teeth grazed it lightly before I pulled away. “I feel honored—I truly do.”

  AJ’s fingers left my ass and went to the hem of my sweater. Rising up off the bed, he lifted it over my head. After he undid my pants, I slid them down my thighs. I tried shaking off the ghosts of the past as I stood before him in only my bra and panties. Of course this time, I really did have more weight not only in my stomach, but in my breasts, hips and thighs.

  AJ’s gaze left mine to trail down to my extended belly for a moment before reaching out to brush his fingers over my bump. It tickled a bit, and I shivered. “So I guess we’re having a mutt, huh?” he questioned.

  My eyes widened before I smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare call Bella a mutt!”

  AJ laughed. “I just meant she’s going to be mixed, that’s all. A bit of Mexican and a bit of Sicilian.”

  I cocked my brows at him. “Mixed sounds way better than mutt.”

  “She’ll be multilingual for sure.”

  “That’s true.”

  AJ slid back on the bed and crossed his legs Indian style before grasping my hips. He pulled me over to where I rose up to straddle his lap. He pushed us back further on the bed. Staring intently at my mouth, he brought his hand up to brush his thumb over my lips. “Come se dice en Italiano?”

  “Labbra.”

  “Mmm, they’re labios in Spanish.”

  My index finger came to circle his mouth. “And this?”

  “Boca,” he replied before his tongue darted out to lick my finger.

  “It’s the same in Italian, except we Sicilians say vucca, too.”

  His brows quirked up. “We’re not so different, are we?”

  “No, we’re not.”

  AJ’s hands slid slowly down my neck, pausing for his fingers to tease along my clavicle before they dipped down and cupped my breasts. “And these?” he questioned with a squeeze.

  “Seni.”

  A smile slunk on his lips. “Another one we have in common. But their senos in Spanish. Or pechos.” He tugged on the straps of my bra and pulled down the cups to expose my breasts. “And these?” His fingers tweaked my hardening nipples.

  I sucked in a breath before replying, “Capezzolos.”

  “En Español son pezónes.”

  “I see.” He leaned over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked at the pebbled bud, and my hands went to rake through his hair. “Mmm, la bocca mi fa bagnato.”

  “En Ingles por favor,” he replied, before he blew air across my puckering nipple.

  “Your mouth makes me wet.” `

  “I’m glad to hear that. Cause you’re making me hard as a fucking rock.

  “So what is this called then?” I asked, as I cupped the bulge in his boxers.

  “Maestro de tu universo,” he murmured against my breast.

  Gripping his hair with one hand, I jerked his head up to meet my gaze. “I don’t think so, egomaniac.”

  AJ grinned. “Fine. It’s a pene or verga.”

  “Same in Italiano…it can also be cazzo in Sicilian.”

  “I know it wants to be in this,” he said, cupping me between my thighs over my panties.

  I giggled. “That would be a vagina…or for you since you’re crude, it would be pussy, and that’s figa.”

  “Cueva en español.” As his fingers slipped inside to rub over the wetness he’d caused, he murmured, “Tu coño me vuelve loco.”

  “I have a crazy pussy?” I teased breathlessly.

  Amusement danced in his eyes. “No smartass, your pussy drives me crazy.”

  I laughed. “Right back at ya,” I said, before working him harder over his boxers.

  AJ’s mouth met mine in a frenzied kiss. Our tongues swirled against each other as our fingers worked to free one another of each other’s underwear. After I tugged AJ’s boxers over his hips, he pushed me up on my knees to pull my panties down my thighs. Easing me onto my back, he then slid them down my legs and tossed them over his shoulder. He kicked out of his boxers before his body hovered over mine.

  Even though this was about making love, I’d already had enough foreplay. “I want you inside me, AJ,” I pleaded.

  Turning me onto my side, AJ spooned up beside me. Gripping under my knee, he lifted my leg up and then guided himself inside me. With one thrust, he filled me, and I cried out. His warm lips nuzzled my neck while his hand slid around my ribcage to cup my breast. “Oh baby, you and that sound. Do it again.”

  He pulled out of me all the way before easing slowly and deliciously back inside again. This time, I whimpered. The next time he pulled out, he slammed back into me, and I did cry out. “Fuck,” AJ murmured.

  His movements inside me became almost like a piece of music he might play. They varied between fast and hard and then soft and slow. I felt so in tune with him and so reconnected. He must have felt the same way because we came together. Even though it was early in the evening, he snuggled closer to me. His hand slipped around my waist to rub my belly. Even after he stopped, he kept his hand pressed against my stomach. It wasn’t long before he was snoring softly against my neck. As I began to drift off, I tried once and for all to put the ghosts of my past to rest, hoping, more than knowing, that everything was finally right for me when it came to AJ.

  Peering out the window of AJ’s uncle’s car, I took in the surroundings of Guadalajara. While AJ sat up front rattling along in Spanish to his Tio Diego, Abby was smooshed between me and Jake in the backseat. Rather than a hotel, we were staying with AJ’s abuela who had a house in the heart of the city. From what I gathered, she had a soft spot for AJ like Mama Sofia had had for me. While I was thrilled to be staying with her and meeting all of AJ’s family, I was a little intimidated by the fact that Abuela didn’t speak English.

  Turning to Abby, I asked, “So what do I do to not look like the out-of-place gringa?”

  She giggled. “Just kiss both their cheeks and say ‘mucho gusto’.”

  I nodded. “Okay, I think I can do that.”

  “And I promise to let you know if anyone is talking smack about you. Okay?”

  I laughed. “Yes. Please do.”

  We turned onto a street with houses in rows pressed so tight together they even shared a retaining wall, rather than the townhouse approach I was used to back in the states. Since the house was practically on the street, we pulled into small garage. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was ambushed by AJ’s relatives.

  “This is my mom, Mari,” AJ introduced, patting a woman with a shoulder-length bob haircut. With a curvy frame, she was a lot shorter than AJ, and I assumed he’d gotten his height from his father.

  Mari’s arms were immediately around me, squeezing me tight. “Oh Mia, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

  “It’s a pleasure meeting you, too. AJ has told me so much about you.” With a smile, I added, “Especially about how you like to spoil him.”


  She laughed as she pulled away. “Yes, I’ve probably set him up to be utterly taken care of by you.” She wagged a finger. “But don’t you dare let him get away with that,” she instructed.

  AJ snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think that will be a problem.”

  Mari and I laughed. “No, I don’t think so either.”

  A tall man, who could have been an older version of AJ, stepped forward. He gave me a warm smile as he offered me his hand. “I’m Joaquin.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  Before I could say anything else, a handsome, muscular guy stepped in front of me. “Mucho gusto,” I began. But when I leaned in to kiss his cheeks, he jerked me to him and then proceeded to lay one on me. I squeaked against his lips before pushing my hands against his chest. When I stumbled back, the guy grinned at me and winked.

  AJ huffed a frustrated breath beside me. “And that would be my dickhead brother, Antonio.”

  Relief momentarily flooded me that this was AJ’s gay brother and not some overly amorous relative who had ideas of girlfriend swapping. “Uh, nice to meet you.”

  “Admit it, Mia. I’m a better kisser than this douchebag.” When I widened my eyes, he laughed. “Just teasing you.” He then leaned in to bestow a chaste kiss on my cheek. “It’s a pleasure meeting the mother of my future niece.”

  I gave him a sincere smile. “Thank you.”

  He then grabbed AJ in a bear hug. “Glad to see you, big brother.”

  AJ grunted. “I just saw you yesterday when I came by the house, twatcake,” he huffed. But I noticed he did squeeze Antonio tight.

  “Where’s Cris?” AJ asked.

  With a roll of his eyes, Antonio replied, “Miss Cristina took the kids up the street to the market for some sweets.”

  AJ’s brows furrowed. “You mean Abuela didn’t make a cake?”

  Antonio grinned. “Of course she did. It’s just Cris’s kids are too Americanized from having a gringo for a father.” He jerked his chin up at me. “Just like your daughter will probably turn her nose up at most of our food.”

  I laughed. “Well, in her defense, she has been fed the majority of Italian food the last four and a half months.”

  “Is she going to be back for lunch? I really wanted Mia to meet everyone.”

  “I think she and the gringo mentioned taking the monsters to the zoo.”

  I grinned at Antonio’s summation of his nephews, Jase and Luke. AJ had told me the five and seven year olds were a handful. I also knew from some comments AJ had made that Cris was the most Americanized of her family. I could tell he didn’t like how she distanced herself from her roots.

  “Alejandro!” a voice called, cutting through the noise of who I assumed to be AJ’s aunts, uncles, and cousins behind us.

  We whirled around to see a petite, elderly woman, with her flowing white hair tucked back in a bun, coming toward us. She wore a multi-colored housedress. When she got to him, AJ bent down so she could bestow two kisses on his cheeks. “Mijo,” she cried, before wrapping her arms around him. He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her grey head. All the while he spoke softly to her in Spanish. An aching burn rippled through my chest at the sweet sight before me as my mind went to Mama Sofia. It was times like these when I saw true maternal love at its finest, I realized just how much I dearly missed Mama Sofia. It was hard not becoming teary watching AJ with his abuela.

  When Abuela pulled away, her gaze immediately honed in on me. I shifted nervously on my feet as she stared at me, sizing me up. “Abuela, ella es mi novia, Mia.” He turned to me and smiled. “This is my grandmother, Isabella.”

  Trying to break the tension, I stepped forward. “Mucho gusto,” I said, before kissing both her cheeks. I gave her a quick hug. After I pulled away, I said to AJ, “She knows she’s part of the reason why we’re naming the baby, Isabella, right?”

  He nodded and then translated to her. With a nod of her head, she then began rattling away in Spanish to AJ. When she was finished, she moved on to speak to Abby, who began conversing fluently with her in Spanish.

  “What did she say?” I whispered.

  “That you’re a gold-digger, and I should run away while I still can.” He shook his head. “She wonders if Bella is even mine.”

  My eyes widened in horror while my hand came over my mouth. “Oh my God!”

  AJ busted out laughing. “Jesus, Mia, would you get a grip? I told you no one in my family would ever think badly of you.”

  “You stronzo!” I cried, smacking his arm.

  “Easy killer,” he teased.

  “So what did she really say?”

  “That you were very beautiful, and that she could see you had a good soul and a loving heart.”

  I gasped. “She really said that about my soul and heart—like my anema e core?”

  AJ smiled. “Yes, she did.”

  “I can’t believe it. It’s like fate.”

  Leaning down, AJ bestowed a tender kiss on my lips. “I would say the same thing.”

  The telephone rang, and Abuela went to answer it. “Come on guys, I’ll show you where we’re sleeping.”

  We followed AJ down the hallway to the bedrooms. He stopped at the first door on the right. “So you and Abby will be in here,” AJ said to me, before pointing into the room with a queen sized bed.

  As he sat down my suitcase, Jake, Abby, and I all exchanged an open-mouthed, wide-eyed look of shock before turning to AJ. “Wait, what?” Jake demanded.

  AJ grimaced. “My abuela, she’s hardcore, man. I mean, serious on the old-school catholic stuff.” He jerked his thumb to the silver crucifix over the door and then motioned to the one over the bed. “So needless to say there’s no sleeping together when you’re not married.”

  “That’s understandable,” Abby replied, sitting down her bag.

  Jake’s brows shot up so far they disappeared into his hairline. “Oh hell no, my dick doesn’t understand that shit at all!”

  AJ stood toe to toe with Jake. “You think I like it any better than you do? Mia and I just got back together yesterday after my four months of fucking blue-balls celibacy. But when we’re in my abuela’s house, we respect her and her rules. Got it, Ese?”

  After staring him down for a moment, Jake finally nodded. “Yeah man, I hear ya. Sorry for being an asshole.”

  Abby threw her arm over my shoulder. “I look forward to snuggling with you, Mia.”

  Knowing it would drive the guys wild to tease them, I nodded. “I really like to spoon. Hope you don’t mind since it’s so hot down here, I have my really skimpy pajamas.”

  Biting on her lip to keep from laughing, Abby nodded. “Oh totally. I’ll probably just go with a tank top and panties, if that’s okay with you.”

  “It’s fine. I’m not modest at all. You can go naked if you want.”

  When we turned to look at the guys, drool practically oozed onto their chins. We couldn’t hold back our laughter any longer. “Gotcha,” we said in unison.

  AJ rolled his eyes and wiped his mouth. “So not funny.”

  Abuela poked her head in the bedroom. “Alejandro, conmiga arriba.”

  “Si, Abuela.”

  Abby grinned at AJ before reaching over to ruffle his hair. “Look at you being all ‘yes ma’am’ to your grandmother.”

  He shook his head. “Hey, nothing pisses her off more than bad manners. Let’s go upstairs. We can check out where Jake and I will be sleeping. Then we’ll have lunch on the rooftop.”

  After we left my and Abby’s room, we followed AJ down the hallway to a door leading outside. The steps up to the rooftop consisted of a circular, wrought iron staircase. When we got to the top, I gasped. The entire top of the roof was actually like a floor, and it had gold tiles with mosaics of colors swirled into them. The walls were decorated with Mexican art and porcelain. A fence ran the length of the top. The air was cooler, and you could see for miles in the distances over the roofs. “Wow, this is amazing.”

  AJ grinned. “Even though
the views would have been better from the bedroom up here, Abuela didn’t like the idea of you on these stairs too much.” His hand reached out to graze my belly.

  My heart swelled with her concern. “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s sweet.”

  He leaned in for a quick kiss before taking me by the hand and leading me over to the table. His parents, along with the rest of his family, were already seated. “Right here, Mia,” Antonio suggested patting the seat next to him.

  Instead of giving his brother shit, AJ eased me down next to Antonio and then squeezed in beside me. Abby and Jake found places at the head of the table. My eyes widened at all the food while my stomach growled with hunger pains.

  After piling on some tamales and beans and rice, I glanced down at the plate that Antonio passed me. “What’s this?” I asked AJ.

  He grimaced. “Cow tongue.”

  My eyes widened. “T-Tongue?”

  “It’s kinda a delicacy. They know how much I love it.”

  Even though I was starving, just the mention of tongue, along with the sight and smell of it, caused my stomach to turn. Fearing I would throw up, I clamped my hand over my mouth. I almost knocked my chair over as I stumbled out of it before racing into the bedroom off the roof. Glancing wildly around, I searched for the bathroom. Finally, I saw it and raced inside, slamming the door behind me. When I got to the toilet, I heaved just twice before my stomach started to settle. I had just finished gargling some mouthwash I’d dug out from under the sink when a gentle knock came at the door. “Mia?” AJ questioned.

  After I spit, I swiped my mouth and then reached over to unlock the door. He ducked his head in, his brow creased with worry. “You okay?”

  “My stomach is fine, but I’m mortified that I just did that in front of your family. God, what a nice impression.”

  “Aw, amorcito mio, they don’t give a shit about that. You’re pregnant—shit’s gonna bother you more than normal.”

  I grinned up at him. “I gotta say that pregnant or not, that tongue woulda freaked the hell outta me.”

  AJ laughed. “So you’re telling me you Sicilians don’t eat weird shit?”