Return of the Real Italian Alphas Read Free

of his computer, where his notes were kept, but as soon as he heard her say that, he glanced up in surprise. “I’ve never thought to look for it,” he admitted. “It’s supposed to be nothing but a myth and an obscure one at that. I don’t even believe we can find information about it on the net.”
    He sat down and started searching. When quite a bit of time went by and he still didn’t move, Gabriel cast Betsy a long-suffering look. He walked over to one of the other people in the room. “My wife and I are exhausted, and Rico appears to be occupied. Is there someone who can show us to a room?”
    “Of course,” he said. He picked up a phone and dialed three numbers, speaking into the receiver when someone answered on the other end. “Someone will be with you shortly,” he informed them after he hung up, and then he returned to whatever it was that he was doing.
    Gabriel turned and took Betsy’s hand in his as another man showed up. He greeted them in Italian, and the two men conversed as he led them through the long, dark halls. Finally, the man opened a door and ushered the couple inside, opting not to follow them. He bowed deeply, and left them to themselves.
    “What did he say?” asked Betsy as she stepped over and sat on the sumptuous four-poster bed. She had to pull one of the velvet bed-curtains out from under her butt before she could stretch out more comfortably.
    “He said that we won’t be disturbed for a very long time, maybe even the rest of the night,” Gabriel told her. “I guess once Rico gets his nose into the computer, he tends not to pull it out again until he’s found what he is looking for. So we may as well get some rest.”
    Betsy smirked. “Two years ago, if you’d seen this big bed with me in it, the last thing you’d be thinking about was getting some rest. Have you really become so mellow so fast?”
    “I was only thinking of you, ma bella,” he defended himself. “I thought the journey here might have left you weary. If it has not, we could certainly think of other things to do in a room like this.”
    Smirking, she asked, “And what might those other things be, my dear?” Gabriel grinned as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Betsy sat up and watched with avid eyes as he began to unbutton his pants. “My, my, what a lovely sight we have here.”
    “Take off your clothes, ma bella,” he said as he stepped near the edge of the bed, kicking off his pants as he arrived.
    Betsy was quick to comply with such a tantalizing request. Gabriel kissed her, scooting her further back onto the mattress so there was more room for him. Then he crawled onto the bed beside her, never stopping his kissing even to take a breath of air.
    “Ma bella, what you do to me,” he whispered against her eager lips.
    “And what you do to me because of it,” she teased, nipping at his bottom lip.
    Gabriel chuckled as he laid her back on the bed and mounted her, wasting no more time with their banter. He was much too hungry for other things. Betsy seemed to be equally as hungry for the same things, and it didn’t take long for Gabriel to push deep inside her. She groaned appreciatively as she wrapped her legs up and around his hips.
    The two of them moved together as only lovers familiar with each other could. Gabriel knew just where to put his hands as he moved, teasing her nipples to life and then grabbing her by the hips as he thrust harder and faster until Betsy was mindless with need.
    “Gabriel, yes, yes, please! Right there….don‘t stop!”
    Betsy keened her release, and her husband was not far behind her. He fell forward onto her chest so he could catch his breath before he rolled away and gathered her into his arms.
    A little while later, he watched as Betsy scrambled out of the bed and headed into the adjoining bathroom. His eyes worshipped the curves of her body as a lazy smile played about his lips. If anything, having the babies had made her even more