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  “Lead the way,” I tell Fabien and follow him up the stairs and into the large mansion. Inside is more breathtaking than the outside. I feel like a princess that’s been swept off her feet and dropped into a dream. A dream I’m determined to live to the fullest.

  ***Six weeks later***

  “Why do I need to wear the blindfold?” I question while Paris guides me by the hand out onto the patio.

  It’s been six weeks since we met and he has this sweet idea of celebrating our one month of marriage. Yes, we got married two weeks after we met. Paris arranged it all to take place right here in our vineyard. It was so beautiful with large tables all set up and candle chandeliers hanging above from the trees. Tiny lights, white tablecloths, flowers; everything was perfect.

  Even though I miss my father. He’s tried to call me every day and even sent texts apologizing, telling me he made a mistake, but I haven’t answered him. I just couldn’t and still can’t. To be honest…I don’t know where to start and now, weeks later, I feel it’s a gap I have no clue how to close…and it’s not something one can do through a text or phone call.

  It’s a struggle and I wish he would see my point in things. Support me and accept Paris for being a part of my life. Scratch that, Paris is my life. And after six weeks, we’re still fierce about our feelings and growing stronger in a relationship we are building together. I can’t even start to describe how this man creates heaven on earth, making me the center of it.

  “No fucking peeking,” he growls, making me chuckle.

  I feel the sweet summer breeze and it makes the dress I’m wearing flutter against my legs. Suddenly the scent of my father’s aftershave enters my nose, ripping a sob straight from my heart at the memory of home. This can’t be. He’s not here, he lives in the US…my mind is playing tricks on me…but when Paris takes away the blindfold, he leaves me standing there, coming face to face with my father. He’s here. In France. Standing on my patio…the home I share with my husband.

  “Lyra,” my father croaks and opens his arms. Running toward him, he catches me and rocks me side to side.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” I tell him between sobs.

  “I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am…I made a mistake…I’m so sorry my sweet little Lyra,” my father’s voice cracks.

  We stay in each other’s embrace for a long time until I realize Paris is the one who made this possible. I glance over my shoulder but he’s not there.

  Pulling back, I look around for him but my father cups my face. “He’ll be here shortly, sweetheart. He gave us a moment to talk in private. To be honest…I misjudged Paris in a lot of ways and I’m deeply ashamed that I turned my back on the both of you. He’s always been loyal. I mean…he was the one to reach out to me, even with what I did…he stepped over all of it and reached out for you…he put you first. Paris has an outstanding reputation and yet I didn’t think he was worthy to be your man, Lyra. I’ve come to the understanding that there won’t even be one to fit to my standards for you and yet somehow, I believe that Paris has come very close. Who am I kidding? He is the one. I’ve been blind, Lyra. It has been the same for you as it was for your mother all those years ago, yes?”

  “Yes,” I tell him with a huge smile on my face, knowing he now truly understands.

  “Who am I to tell you otherwise while I’ve experienced myself how such a thing hit so hard and strong that it launched your mom and me into forever…well, the until death do us part thing sucked when she passed.” My father’s voice fills with sadness and I wrap my arms tighter around him.

  “I miss her too,” I murmur.

  “Your mother loved France. I can’t believe our daughter ended up here, finding everything she needs. I’m going to have to visit you a few times a year if you’re okay with that,” my dad tells me.

  “We’re more than okay with that,” Paris states from the doorway.

  I release my father and run to my husband, hugging him close. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “He’s your father, Lyra,” he tells me. “There’s no need to say thank you. I understand his reasons just as much as he respects mine. Your father is still walking the earth, unlike mine…so there shouldn’t be anything in between you two…well maybe the ocean from time to time seeing he lives in the US.”

  “Wise man you have there, Lyra.” My dad’s voice fills the air. “So…son-in-law, you promised me some of this amazing wine you were talking about on the phone.”

  “Ah,” Paris chuckles. “The blood of my enemies.”

  I smack him on the chest. “Behave,” I tell him.

  Although he’s partly correct. They tortured Gérard, strapped him on the water wheel and enjoyed watching for a long time until eventually they let him drown. Afterwards they cut him up and fed him to the pigs. Fertilizer. That’s how enemies end up. Essential to the growth of plants…or in our business…making wine. Nice huh?

  Yes, Paris looks me in the eyes and tells me things; a mutual partnership without lies. Coming from a mafia family I know, and don’t back down, for anything. He has me, as I have him. The until death do us part thing…hoping to enjoy more than a lifetime together.

  Epilogue

  ***Paris***

  ***Nine years later***

  “Boo!” I yell in the face of my youngest daughter, making her yelp and dash off screaming.

  I chuckle as Fawn runs after her little sister. Fawn is almost seven, and Elénè is five, their older brother, Renaud, named after my father, will be eight next month.

  “Why do girls always scream? Crazy sisters,” Renaud states. “It’s painful, hurts my ears. How come it doesn’t hurt them? Are they immune?”

  Again, I chuckle and praise myself lucky at the fact that these three tiny lives enrich me in a way I never thought possible. Out here in the vineyard, where I would run around myself, where I know every crack in the dirt and every opening and turn. It’s here where I raise my own blood, where my father before me, and his father before him, raised their own.

  Kids come with expectations and responsibilities. It might seem that they drain you one moment while they fill your heart back up the next. No matter how hard things get, it’s a privilege every day.

  “Mommy!” they all scream in sync when they see Lyra standing there, arms spread wide, welcoming her kids.

  She spends a few hours a week teaching self-defense to a group of women in town. It’s something she loves doing and as she says, it keeps her fit and sane. It’s also about getting together with her friends and it’s something I encourage, because she deserves everything she wants and needs.

  Ultimately you want a life without complications, but in the end, you learn to accept the mundane things and turn them into your life. To live it, together, because without complications it wouldn’t be as much as a challenge. But fuck...everything is so much better with her right next to me.

  Holding out my hand, she takes it and gives me a lingering kiss. One final peck before she turns toward the kids. “Grandpa has cookies in the kitchen and is waiting for you guys to tell him some more stories. But remember to keep him company for a while because he’s going home tomorrow.”

  Complaints ring out, all our kids want grandpa to stay longer. Lyra’s father has been here for a week, like he always does a few times a year. We watch as the kids run off toward the house.

  “You wanna join them?” I question.

  She softly shakes her head. “Not just yet.”

  I’m a bit confused but she laces her fingers with mine and leads us away from the house and deeper into the vineyard. There’s a row of large trees surrounding the edge of our property and that’s where she takes us.

  “What are you up to, little bird?” I question but yet again she only shakes her head.

  Instead she grabs my junk that’s already straining against my jeans from her kiss, because that’s what she does to me. A single glance here, a lingering kiss or a mere touch...anything directed from her and aimed at me does the tric
k every damn time.

  She slides down till her knees hit the dirt. She’s wearing a floral off-the-shoulder ruffled dress, stunning as always. Lyra looks up at me while her fingers unleash my throbbing length, gripping it greedily.

  I watch as my cock enters her hot mouth and she starts to suck and take me deeper. Holy fucking hell. My hand flies into her hair as I fist the light brown sea and guide her head. This was the reason she brought us all the way back here. Out of sight from anyone, making sure the kids went to her father and inside the house.

  Living. The. Ultimate. Dream.

  One where my balls draw up and are ready to shoot cum down her throat. Not happening. That’s way too soon and I want to be deep inside her cunt when I come. Because we’re trying to see if we could grace our lives with another child. Yeah, I might have mentioned to her on our wedding night that I would love to see her barefoot and pregnant most of the time. Our youngest is five and I miss seeing her belly grow round with life we create together.

  I pull her head back and relish in the gasp that comes out of her mouth, her lips swollen from sucking my cock. “Turn around, Lyra. Ass up and ready for me.”

  She moans and turns to get ready for something we both crave. When I slide her dress up to bare that magnificent ass, I have to close my eyes for an instant in an effort to slow my damn heart. This woman has the ability to make it leap out of my chest with wearing those sexy as fuck thongs that accent her ass in the most perfect of ways.

  Might I also add that it’s perfect to slide to the side so my cock has less obstacles to conquer to slip inside and start fucking at any time, any place. Yeah, favorite damn underwear, that’s for sure.

  “Already dripping,” I groan and palm my cock to let it slide through her folds as I’ve got her thong hooked on my thumb while my fingers grab hold of her right cheek.

  Filling her up as slowly as possible creates bliss in all the right places for the both of us. My hand sneaks around to cup her breast. Kneading before I tweak her nipple, making her buck so my cock sinks deeper. My hand leaves her breast and smacks her ass before I grip her hip and fuck her the way I want to.

  “So close,” she pants and those two words, along with her tight cunt clamping the fuck out of me, makes my cock thicken even more.

  “Moooooooooommmmm,” I hear Fawn shout from far away.

  We both slip into silent mode while I pound the fuck out of her. Speeding things up, knowing we only have mere seconds, I rub her clit, making Lyra orgasm instantaneously. My cock is getting strangled in such a way that the cum rips from my balls with such force that my legs turn to fucking jelly, making me crash and take her with me into the ground in between the vines.

  Holy fuck that was amazing.

  “Mom, Dad? I know you’re out there,” my smartass daughter states.

  I manage to roll off my wife, pull her dress down, and tuck my cock back in my pants right before Fawn’s head peeks through the vines.

  “There you are…” Fawn’s face scrunches up. “What are you guys doing?”

  “Your mom lost one of her contacts again,” I quip. And yeah, we use that…

  “Again?” Fawn rolls her eyes. “We’re getting her glasses, dad, this is getting silly. Yesterday she lost it in the bathroom, the day before in the kitchen, and before that it was…”

  “All right, we get the idea, now come on, let’s head into the house, smartass.” I ruffle Fawn’s hair.

  “What’s going on?” Elénè questions, Renaud walking up behind her as they see me getting to my feet, pulling their mom up the next instant.

  “Mom lost her contact…again.” Fawn makes a weird face.

  “I bet they make that up,” Elénè whispers to Renaud. “Secretly mommy whoops daddy’s butt and that’s why they end up on the floor. Because that’s what mom did when they met, whoop butt.”

  “Okay, you three, let’s get into the house and I’ll show you some moves I just showed your daddy,” Lyra tells our kids, making my eyes widen.

  “What the fuck?” I growl, and I know I made a mistake the second that bad word fell from my mouth because I’m lying face first in the dirt, my wife’s knee pressing in my back.

  “Told you!” Elénè jumps up and down, clapping her hands. “Mommy whoops daddy’s butt aaaaaaaallll the time.”

  Everyone laughs and I take my moment to flip over and bring Lyra down on top of me, kissing the fuck out of the woman I love.

  “Oh, gross,” three kids whine at the same time, making me chuckle against Lyra’s mouth.

  Yeah, as I said before… Living. The. Ultimate. Dream.

  THE END

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