The Balotelli-Bale Series Book #3: The Italian Belle

Chapter 34: The 1%

Wayne's POV
"I'm so sorry." I can't stop laughing. "I hope we didn't give the kid a heart attack.

She stopped laughing to look at her son. The curious wee lad has been watching us since we hit it off in the early morning hours. Maria and I haven't gotten any sleep. Four times in one night and once this morning is enough to keep the little guy awake. Muffling Maria's mouth didn't help. Even I couldn't be quiet.

"He's fine. But I can't believe we have broken the bed."

I'm still on top of her and I'm eager to continue. I rolled over so that we got off the slanted mattress to the tile floor. Like I taught her last night I guided her hips, showing her how to move not only for her own pleasure but for my own. When she got the hang of it, I cupped her full breasts, sitting up to claim her sore buds. We are past the shock we suffered last time. She's okay with it and I like it. With our bare skins hot against each other, her wetness soaking my thighs. She gripped my shoulders. Her nails sank into my flesh. I met her thrust for thrust until that familiar release she draws out of me paralyzed my whole body.

We slowed down to a stop. My lips left her nipples. She started laughing again. "What?" I smacked her bottom squeezing it in my hand. She's beautiful. She's just too beautiful. When she laughs there is an overwhelming warmth that accompanies it. Being around her is the best use of my time.

I think I love her.

"What's so funny?"

She held the sides of my face. "Do you remember the first time you kissed my breasts and you got milk? I wish you would have seen your face! You were like 'what the bloody hell!"

"Your English accent sucks love. But I agree. I was shocked. How was I to expect that?" I laughed with her. "My back is killing me. How the bloody hell have you slept on that bed all this time?"

I'm used to the finest things money can buy. The moment I sat on the bed and it creaked I had a feeling it's not going to make it. To add to that, every time I slammed into her, the creaking got worse. This morning it caved. I'm surprised we even got on the bed meant for one. She's dainty and she fits well. But for man of my build and height, it can't work. It's too short and too narrow.

"Well Wayne, if you can't afford better, you adapt." She slid away. "I'll take a quick shower."

"Should I join you?"

"No. I can't take any more." She giggled. "Keep an eye on Nicko for me."

I found my clothes before Oscar finds me naked. It won't be the first time. I'm glad he got the hint and left last night. After disposing the last protection I had, I washed my hands so that I can hold the kid. I once volunteered at a shelter in London and the nuns always insisted that hands should be washed before holding a baby.

"Good morning little one!" I ruffled the blond mess of hair on his head. He gave me a small smile. He's a good looking kid and it has nothing to do with Maria. It makes me wonder who his father is. I mean if his grandmother could get him back that fast he must come from old money. The 1% is small. We know each other. "Who the bloody hell is your father little lad?"

I picked him up.

He didn't protest.

Perhaps getting a son at this age is alright compared to starting from conception. Yet, I will still want my own blood. "I'm sorry about keeping you up all night. Someday you'll be old enough to know what it feels like. I like your mother. I want her around and it turns out, you too. Are you alright with that?"

He wrapped his little arms around my neck. I'll take that as a yes. I hugged him back taking care not to crush his little body.

"Ah! I see you're getting along."