All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Emma’s POV Two months vanished in a whirlwind of endless financial journals, late-night study sessions, and a baby bump that seemed to pop out of nowhere overnight. What started as a tiny, barely noticeable curve at twelve weeks had blossomed into a soft, undeniable four-month swell that now filled out the front of my maternity sweaters. And as my belly grew, so did the mountain of textbooks covering the grand dining table at the Lodge. "If I have to read one more case study on international trade tariffs, my brain is going to melt straight out of my ears," Mia groaned, dropping her forehead onto her laptop keyboard with a dramatic thud. "Drink your tea, Mia," Hannah laughed from across the table, taking a sip from her own mug while highlighting a paragraph in her corporate law text. "We have less than twelve hours before the final paper. If you pass out now, I'm carrying you into the exam hall myself." "Luca would probably lend us a golf cart," I giggled, shifting uncomfortably o

Emma’s POV"Luca, stop walking so fast! I need to record this angle before the sun completely disappears!" I laughed, holding my phone up high in horizontal mode as I panned across the sprawling living room."You've been recording for twenty minutes, college girl," Luca smirked, leaning against the kitchen’s marble island with his dark sleeves rolled up to his elbows, watching me with pure affection in his eyes."Because my family group chat is going crazy!" I squealed, tapping the record button again as I stepped into the kitchen area. "Look at these custom walnut cabinets! Look at the double gas range! Mom just sent ten exclamation points in a row.""Show them the art studio," Luca suggested, taking a sip from his glass of sparkling water. "That was the main reason I hired the lead architect from Milan.""Wait, there's an art studio?!" I gasped, lowering my phone."Follow me, baby," he murmured, extending his large hand toward me.I rushed over, taking his hand, and he led me down a

Hannah’s POVThe crackle of the logs in the grand stone fireplace was the only sound echoing through the quiet expanse of the Lodge. Outside, the night sky was pitch black, but inside, the living room was bathed in a warm, amber glow.Mia was curled up against my side on the plush velvet sofa, her head resting heavily on my shoulder. Her eyelids were fluttering shut, completely exhausted from the emotional roller coaster of our final university papers and helping Emma pack up her life for the new lakeside estate."Luca probably locked the gates and threw the keys into the lake by now," Mia murmured, her voice thick with sleep, her fingers lazily tracing circles against my knee.I chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the top of her dark hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her peach shampoo. "Oh, absolutely. He probably turned off his phone, smashed his laptop, and threatened to fire anyone who steps within five miles of that property."

Emma’s POV"Is that... is that the lake?!" Luca stammered, staring down at his soaked dark leather boots like a man who had suddenly forgotten how human English worked."No, you idiot!" I screamed, doubling over in the plush velvet rocking chair as a vicious, white-hot knife of a contraction sliced straight through my spine. "My water broke! The baby is coming RIGHT NOW!"Luca’s cool, untouchable CEO brain rebooted in a split second. He whipped his phone out of his pocket, holding down the microphone icon while scooping me straight off the chair into his broad, muscular arms like I weighed nothing at all."Hannah, Dad, Richard—listen to me!" Luca roared into his phone, his deep voice shaking with a rare, terrifying edge of pure panic as he sprinted out of the nursery into the hallway. "Emma's water broke! The baby is coming right this second! I’m taking the chopper to St. Jude’s! Get your asses to the hospital rooftop helipad NOW!"He released the button with a sharp ping, blasting th

Emma’s POVLuca’s lips were still warm against mine as the joyful laughter of our family echoed around the hospital room."I'll hold you to that, college girl," he had growled against my mouth, his dark eyes burning with that possessive, unstoppable fire. "I'll hold you to that forever."Twenty-four hours later, the doctors finally cleared me to go home. But right before we left St. Jude’s, the lead obstetrician pulled Luca into the hallway and handed down a strict, non-negotiable directive that turned our master suite into an actual torture chamber.Six weeks. Minimum.Six mandatory weeks of total rest, zero pelvic activity, and healing after the hemorrhage.And for my fiance and baby daddy, those six weeks were pure, agonizing torture.My body had completely transformed after delivery. Nursing Aurelia had filled out my bust by two full cup sizes, my waist had narrowed back down while keeping a lush, soft curve to my hips, and every silk nightgown I owned clung to me like a second sk