The Rainmaker : Cole : A Von Larsen Crime Family Novel

by Piper Page

  I crawled toward him to put it in my mouth.

  He snatched my hair. Diego shook his head slowly, tsk tsking. “I want that pussy. Right now, baby.”

  He caught my hips and tossed me down onto the bed. The next thing I knew, I was spread wide, with Diego’s tip slapping my entrance.

  “You’re going to feel so good, I know it. So tight and wet. Krista, any way I can get you to stay, I will.”

  All he had to do was whip that thing out. Now I’d definitely be staying. That was so bad, but it felt so good rubbing against me, teasing me. How I ever thought I’d leave, I didn’t know. I might as well be his captive for life now.

  He reached behind him for his pants. I heard a crinkling, so I jumped up and grabbed his elbow. “Wait.”

  “Huh?” He looked genuinely surprised.

  “I was told I can’t have kids.” I still took birth control, because I wasn’t sure if I trusted my doctor, but I’d forgotten it a day ago. “Don’t use it.”

  We both trusted each other. Diego caged my thighs and spun me around so that he had me in the center of the bed.

  He positioned that long, thick cock at my entrance, and then he sank in slowly. I savored every inch as he filled me, pushing me to the brim. Throbbing pain traveled up me, but it soon disappeared, the ecstasy of having all his inches too much for pain.

  “Tight, just like I thought,” he grunted. “I thought you’d feel good, but I didn’t know this good.”

  He pulled out. Then he sank in again. This time, it was a little easier. I closed my eyes. Bright lights danced underneath my eyelids.

  He was the biggest and hardest I’d ever taken. And I’d never been this excited in my life.

  Hot blood in me was flowing like mad. The pressure had to go somewhere. Just how long did I have until I reached my limit? I doubted it would be long, but I wanted to ride this Diego train as long as I could.

  He kissed me again. Fiercer. Frantically. He knifed into me now. I stretched to take him. Each time he pummeled me, I thought I would come. Hearing the slap of our flesh with the slap of the necklace he’d bought me in a rhythmic beat was too hot to bear.

  I clawed at his shoulders. Instead, I found his hair and clung on. “If you keep doing that—”

  “Come for me.”

  The other men I’d been with, they wouldn’t give a damn if I got off. Diego cherished me. He got off to me getting off. Proving it, he picked up his pace, driving into me with newfound vigor as his thumb caressed my beating bud.

  “Come,” he said again, his voice deep and rumbling, shooting through me.

  I thought he’d been doing everything before. My pleasure skyrocketed, my fingers slipping from his hair, instead falling to my trembling sides.

  “I—I—I—Oooh.”

  It was quite obvious what was happening. I didn’t need to warn him. I was having the best orgasm of my life.

  The orgasm swept me under, like being dragged away under a sea of pleasure. Every atom in my body was washed in the spell he’d put on me. My ears buzzed from coming so hard, and the next thing I remembered, I curled up on my side, panting.

  I felt high. I swiped the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes.

  “Diego?” I spoke like I’d lost him.

  “I’m right here, beautiful.” He gave me a peck.

  Diego’s tongue explored my thighs. I jumped as it curled to get to my juices. If my cheeks were pink before, now they were bright red. I looked down and saw a rosy blush over my chest. He’d really done a number on me.

  He lapped up my sensitive lips. Before I could push him back, he stole a lick from inside.

  “I can’t. I’m too sensitive.”

  His tongue roamed past his lips. He licked them after. He was so satisfied with himself.

  My want for him hadn’t left at all as I saw him still plump, precum pearling on his tip. I’d always thought giving blowjobs to be somewhat of a chore, one I didn’t partake in a lot. Being with assholes will do that to a person.

  When I saw Diego like that, it was a challenge. I got onto my knees and licked all of his length. Caressing his balls, I watched his abs flex in response. Just watching how I could control a gorgeous man like this, have him weak at the knees for me, was incredibly hot.

  I craved him inside me again; sucking him off was turning me on. I swallowed him. My gag reflex was tested as he pushed into the back of my throat. I felt so very dirty and naughty, and I was so very turned on.

  His taste was intoxicating. His scent had marked me as it swirled inside me, so close. Gasping for air, my head buzzed, and he pulled out, letting me breathe. Spittle dripped from his tip.

  Diego grasped it. The way he did had me dropping back to the bed for more. His biceps flexed and his big hands barely fit around his meaty cock.

  “Uh huh,” he said. “I said I was going to teach you how to ride, didn’t I?’

  He grinned and fell back to bed beside me. As I stood up, he slapped my ass. I slipped one leg over him and then slowly dropped, letting him drive into my core. My neck sprang up as he speared me, my body bursting with pleasure once again.

  “Fuck yes, I love your body.”

  “Mmm,” I moaned, grinding. I’d not been able to fit all of him inside, so I ground my hips. It wasn’t very fast as he was a lot to take.

  “Take all of it. I know you can do it.” He winked before he slapped my ass.

  Wow, I could’ve been packing to leave right now. Instead I got this—all his inches of bliss. Determined to have more, I positioned myself again.

  He caught my chin and pulled me closer. Diego kissed me. I needed him. Needed him to finish in me. I could feel him getting warmer. Was he getting close?

  Rocking my hips, he sank into me, his muscles pulsating.

  When I lost control, he bounced me on his lap, driving into me with those powerful legs. I screamed and thrust myself down. I milked him and massaged him, his growls getting huskier.

  There was a glint in his eyes as he watched my bouncing breasts, my necklace glinting at him as it caught the light. He held onto them as he plowed into me, taking me so hard I was practically useless.

  He switched immediately to thrust into me from the side. Holding my leg up, he spread me and took me deep. Each thrust, I thought I’d come again. I was riding one epic orgasm.

  His heartbeat pounded against me. So close to me, he could get even deeper. Each time he plunged in deeper, he gripped my thighs harder. In the morning, I’d have handprints still on me. There was no pain now, just demanding pleasure.

  “Krista,” he groaned.

  When he said my name, I was in love.

  He swelled inside me. Growing hot, picking up the pace, I knew what he wanted to say.

  “Please tell me I don’t have to pull out.”

  Diego caught my hair, wrapping his fingers around it, and pulled me back to kiss me. He slammed into me so hard that I didn’t know if he understood it when I told him, “Do it. Come in me. Give me your hot cum.”

  My body crashed against him, my eyes braced as I prepared for him to explode.

  Pressed deeply inside me, he came, and it was glorious. His hot seed spilled into me, and he kept coming and coming.

  Diego wrapped his arms around my waist so he wouldn’t move an inch. It was like I melded with him in that moment, as we shared that beautiful ecstasy. He twitched against me, panting heavily, and sucked in my scent.

  He pulled out. I was glad he’d finished inside me, otherwise it would’ve felt like a piece of me was missing.

  Still, I spun and grabbed all over his muscles. Like I had just broken the surface and the one who had pulled me out had been Diego, with his charming smile.

  “Aren’t you glad you stayed?” he said.

  I bobbed my head. I feared if I spoke it would be gibberish.

  The real question was… would I ever leave?

  Chapter 6

  Diego

  * * *

  Watching Krista skip into the ocea
n in her bikini, I never saw anything more enticing in my life. Her curves jiggled and she spun around as a wave crashed into her. She laughed, her dimples showing as she squealed.

  I never thought my life could be this uncomplicated. This happy.

  We were on a private beach, bought and paid for by my empire. Watching her call me with a single finger, her hair dripping wet and water streaming down her chest, down her shapely body, I never wanted to leave. I knew I was given a chance I didn’t deserve.

  The devil was given an out, and that out was Krista. She completed me. She made me into a good man, the man I always wanted to be.

  Most in my profession end up dead or in jail. Now I looked forward to a family life, my analytical mind already trying to crunch the numbers for houses, baby rooms, and gifts that would make her head spin.

  The beautiful siren called me out, and I waded into the waters. With my height, I helped her stay afloat as she locked her legs around me.

  We shared a kiss as we drifted out. The water was warm, and her pussy against me was even hotter. Even in the water, she felt wet and juicy, ready for me to fuck her. My cock brushed against her, and I slipped it out for a second, rubbing it against her pussy lips.

  Yep, she was wet, all right. She leaned back in my arms as I bit into her neck. I nibbled on her ear next, and she clamped down on me, like her pussy coiled on me last night as I came inside her.

  We’d been fucking like rabbits. Like rabbits on Viagra, I should say.

  Any moment we weren’t adventuring, we were fucking.

  Yesterday, I fucked her in the shallow water, up to our ankles, standing up and plunging my cock in and out of her as her moans echoed out across the sea. We hid from the public behind a rocky alcove, but if anyone swam out further, they would’ve seen us.

  She tried to keep quiet, but in the end, I broke her and she squealed as she peaked.

  I imagined that was her first time that she got off in public. I’d gotten her off in every position I knew, and if there were any more, I’d certainly do it in those too.

  Her nipples pebbled in her thin, soaked top, and my tongue rolled when I noticed. I thought about sucking them past my lips, then laying her down in the sand and fucking her, but Krista could barely walk after the last pounding I gave her.

  She locked her lips onto mine instead. Her body wound tighter against me. We were high on each other as our tongues danced, until a wave knocked us back. I stumbled but kept her up.

  As we staggered back, I fell onto my ass on the sand. The foamy sea bubbled up beside Krista as she laughed and apologized.

  “Thank you for breaking my fall,” she said.

  She stood up, breasts bouncing as she readjusted herself. Her hair curled and dripped with water down to her shoulders

  “I like how you look all wet,” I said.

  “I can tell. You’ve kept me wet all week.”

  I laughed and stood as I tried to brush the sand away from my shorts. They still tented from my obvious hard-on.

  She tried to take a step closer to the ocean but the tide sucked her back and she lost her footing. I swept up behind her to catch her fall again.

  “My hero,” she moaned, as she turned around and I stole her lips.

  “I believe I’m the one who gave you the walking problem.”

  “It’s not a problem, trust me. If that’s the only problem in my life, I’d consider myself lucky.”

  “Let’s get you away from the water, and off your feet.” I picked her up and carried her up the beach.

  I dropped her down gently. No one would bother us here. For the first time in my life, I thought my future looked bright. Actually, like all of my dark deeds had been washed away in the tide when Krista arrived.

  Tasting her, exploring her body as she shuddered against me, I worked my way from her shoulders all the way to her thighs. She tasted like vanilla, coconut, and the sea. I took a drag of her scent and wanted to keep it close to me forever.

  But Krista wagged her finger at me. “Easy there, big boy. I don’t intend on getting sand in you know where.”

  “That’s just a myth,” I responded. Obviously I wasn’t thinking right with all the blood in my cock rather than my brain.

  “You’ll say anything to get some, won’t you?” she asked and laughed. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Her dark blue looked so peaceful in contrast with the white sand around her.

  “Sand? I don’t see sand here,” I said, smirking now. I kissed her neck.

  Her head rolled back and she moaned, but she kept wagging her finger.

  “Fine, we’ll stop for now.”

  She grinned back at me. “But don’t stop kissing me. I didn’t tell you to stop that.”

  We kissed and made out, our bodies intertwining, and then when we started grinding like horny teenagers, we needed to stop.

  Krista and I went into the ocean to cool off after that. When we came back, after fighting each other and the waves, we staggered up the beach. Krista must’ve been exhausted, since even the back of my legs were sore.

  “How about we get something to eat?” I asked her.

  “All of that sex can really build an appetite.”

  “Good sex, good food, welcome to Puerto Rico.”

  “They should use that as a slogan,” she commented as we headed up the beach to where I parked Krista’s California T.

  We hopped in and I gunned the engine. Before we left, she took my hand and forced me to look at her.

  “When are you going to tell me more about you?” she said, and I shut down then.

  She took me by surprise. I thought we were having a good time.

  “What do you mean? What do you want to know?”

  She wriggled her nose. “I want to know more about you, Diego. You’re very mysterious. Like how can you afford all of this?”

  “I told you, I work with numbers for a living.”

  “And that answer is mysterious.”

  “Let’s get something to eat first. I’m starving. We’ll talk about this over lunch. Cool? It’s kind of boring.”

  Oh yeah, just your typical boring office job. Except with all the murder and vengeance and the whole running a criminal empire. How would I ever explain this to her? But I would need to try…I just hoped that she would understand.

  Although I guessed that lunch would be ruined. I needed to get some food in me and her before we tried to tackle this small issue.

  We headed back toward the city before I shrugged my jacket on. I always felt more secure with it. On the way, I stopped off at a dumpy looking gas station. They didn’t take credit cards on the machine, so I headed inside. The sweltering shack only had one fan blowing out of a single window.

  They had two rows of snacks and junk food. In the back there was a bathroom which I didn’t even want to think about. A grizzled older man with tanned, leathery skin popped up from behind the desk. I hardly noticed him back there.

  “Yes?”

  I got the feeling a lot of people didn’t buy gas from this place.

  “Credit for the gas, please.” I handed over my card. Just as I did, I jerked to the right to look out the window.

  Two scraggly looking men covered in tattoos approached. They were spaced out in front of Krista’s car and holding something in their hands, and that was all I registered in that split second.

  I ducked, but the old man wasn’t as lucky. They opened fire and I heard broken glass and a cry as I reached into my jacket to get my gun.

  Crouching, I moved to the side of the door and then opened fire. My bullets connected with the shoulder of the gangster on the right, but I didn’t want to shoot more, because I knew Krista would be right behind them.

  More bullets slammed into the tiny gas station. The walls felt like they were paper as the bullets ripped through. I worried about my cover right before a blast of shrapnel tore into my face. Hot blood poured down it as I staggered back.

  When I heard the screeching of tires and peered out, not se
eing the bright yellow car, I returned fire. But the fucking place held no cover at all.

  I rushed to the edge of the door again. Pain lanced through my side, but there was no time to even see if I’d been shot.

  I opened fire as I ran out from the gas station, but there wasn’t even any cover outside. Instead, we exchanged bullets like in a ten pace duel. One man already bled on the ground, but the other didn’t back down.

  We didn’t miss. Only when I saw him tumble down to the ground, blood pooling around him, did I drop. I heard screaming—Krista’s screams—and her footsteps hitting the asphalt toward me.

  “Run,” I wheezed.

  My vision peppered with black spots. Krista wrapped her arms around me. Her warmth spread through my body, but then it all went numb and the darkness took me away.

  That was the last thing I remembered of that day.

  “You’re lucky to be alive. You were shot in the leg, in the shoulder, and in the abdomen. There will be some damage, but it could’ve been worse.”

  I’d been conscious for only a minute, and I didn’t feel lucky. My whole body felt stiff and sore in a way that told me after all these drugs left my system, I would be in a hell of a lot of pain. They had the IV still plugged into my arm and the machine hooked up to my vitals, and my fuzzy vision went in and out as I tried to focus.

  The doctor stood over me, clipboard in hand, and had this look on his face like “I told you so.” He knew who I was. To him, I had this coming.

  “Where’s Krista?” I grunted, my voice raspy and sore.

  “I don’t know. Who is Krista? Is she a family member or a friend?”

  “It’s okay, doc. I’ll take it from here. You told me everything. I think I can figure out how to repeat it.”

  I shifted my neck and it barely budged, but I managed to see Santiago there. Then in the doorway, I noticed a pretty big group peering in. Once the doctor shook Santiago’s hand, he ushered them away.

  “Where is she?”

  “Don’t you want to hear if you’re going to be able to use your dick or not?”

  He saw my horror.

  “Your dick will be fine,” he laughed. “It was a joke.”