Top Dog_A Mafia Romance

by Rye Hart

  Was that something that would happen? Would someone come around to try and validate our story?

  I didn’t even know what all I was getting myself into. Was I willing to allow myself to share my everyday life with her? And if we were sleeping in the same bed with her beautiful, soft body pressed against mine, that shit, not to mention my dick, was going to be hard. She was an irresistible woman that had a pull on me I couldn’t explain. I gravitated toward her. Felt this uncontrollable urge to protect her. To give her whatever she wanted whenever she asked it of me.

  I marveled at how much I had come to care for her in such a short period of time. What if I couldn’t let her go when it was all over? What if I won custody of Lanie and Amanda wanted out, but I didn’t? Would I be able to just dissolve the marriage and let her go?

  I didn’t know the answer to that. All I knew for certain, was that I was willing to do absolutely anything that needed to be done in order to keep Lanie with me and away from her shithead father. I knew, without a doubt, that I was the better parent for her.

  I hated that this decision could rest on the shoulders of a young woman I didn’t actually know all that well.

  Then, I heard a sound that was music to my ears. I heard a car driving up the mountain. I strode over to the window while the nanny played with Lanie out back and watched Amanda’s car pull up to her cabin. She was back, and relief cascaded through my veins as I sighed.

  Now that I knew she was safe, all I could do was wait.

  An hour later, a knock came at my door. I sprung from the couch and ran to the door, then stopped to collect myself. I needed to stay calm. I couldn’t show her how dependent my hope on her was right now. She didn’t need that kind of pressure. I needed to keep myself calm for her.

  I drew in a couple deep breaths as she knocked on the door again, then I opened and saw her standing on the porch.

  Amanda was standing there holding a piping hot pan with cheese and sauce bubbling away. The meal smelled delicious as Amanda stood there with a smile on her face, and I stepped off to the side so I could let her in.

  “I made lasagna,” she said as she came in.

  “Smells wonderful,” I said.

  “Where’s Lanie?” she asked.

  “Out back with the nanny.”

  “Oh. Tanya’s here?”

  “She is. Lanie was happy to see her this morning. And so was I. I took some pictures of the home to send to my lawyer.”

  “That’s good. Really good,” she said.

  “Here. Let me take that.”

  I took the hot pan from her hands and set it down on the table. I could hear Lanie giggling outside, and I knew Tanya would bring her in for food when she was ready. I grabbed a couple of plates and glasses for drinks, then I set the table so Amanda and I could sit down and eat lunch.

  I wanted to keep moving so she wouldn’t see how badly my hands were shaking.

  “I’ll do it.”

  I stopped pouring our drinks in midair as I slowly turned my head toward her. She was sitting at the table with her eyes connected to mine. She was holding my stare, her entire body unwavering.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I’ll do it,” she said again. “I’ll marry you.”

  I felt a burst of hope carry me right off my feet. I set the drinks down and ran to her, scooping her off her chair. I held her tightly in my arms as she giggled, then felt her arms snake around my waist. I couldn’t fucking believe it.

  Amanda was going to help me keep Lanie.

  “Thank you,” I said into her hair. “Thank you so much.”

  “There’s a lot we need to talk about and figure out,” she said as she pulled away from me. “So, let’s sit and talk.”

  I set her back down on her feet and finished getting our drinks. Amanda seemed different, more confident, and sure of her decision. It was a far cry from the confusion and shock she’d worn plain on her face earlier in the day. She was spooning lasagna onto our plates as I carried our drinks over, and I sat down in front of her before she drew in a deep breath.

  “So, the first thing. With us being married—”

  She snickered and shook her head as I reached over and took her hand.

  “You have no idea what this means to me. To us. Thank you,” I said.

  “Trust me, I understand more than you realize.”

  I held her eyes, cradling her hand within mine before she looked away and sighed.

  “Living together. I’m concerned about how confusing that’ll be for Lanie,” she said.

  “We’ll figure it out,” I said. “You can keep some stuff here, and if you’re sleeping at your place for some reason and someone questions it, we’ll tell them what’s happening. You inherited that home, and you’re fixing it up.”

  “Okay,” she said with a smile. “Good. Now, making this official. How do you want to go about that?”

  “I figured we’d go down to the courthouse. Getting a marriage license doesn’t take long. We could get you a dress from somewhere, and it’ll be a quick ceremony. Legal. We can get all the paperwork filed, and it’ll be done in the eyes of the state.”

  “When I am staying here,” she said, “where will I be sleeping?”

  “With me.”

  A blush crept up her delicate neck and settled in her cheeks. She nodded and cleared her throat.

  “And once you’ve won custody?” she asked.

  “You’ll have whatever out you need. You can trust me, Amanda. I’m not keeping you here against your will. You’re doing me a massive favor. I would never do something like that to you.”

  “Good,” she said. “Which brings me to my next question.”

  But before she could get it out, Lanie came running through the door with the nanny on her heels.

  “Amana!”

  Lanie jumped into Amanda’s arms and I watched as the two of them embraced. Tanya threw me a sly little grin, passing by me and nudging me before she went into the kitchen. I shrugged off the movement as I watched Lanie wrap her arms around Amanda’s neck, and that burning sensation in my gut happened again.

  I enjoyed watching the two of them interact.

  Amanda stayed for the rest of the afternoon. She watched Tanya go through the motions with Lanie and participated in the games we were playing. I contacted the courthouse and started the process to obtain a marriage license, then called my P.I. to see if he had made any progress with Lanie’s father.

  He said he hadn’t found anything to prove the allegations in the paperwork false, but that he still had many avenues he could take.

  The sun quickly set, which meant it was time for Lanie to go to bed. Amanda watched as Tanya bedded Lanie down, taking in her routine as I stood at the end of the hallway. My eyes scanned Amanda’s body, taking in her supple curves and her raven black hair. She was a beautiful young woman. Her hips swayed with every step she took, and her hair billowed around her face and enhancing her porcelain skin. Something in her eyes though, told me that she’d been through some pretty rough things in her life. Her haunted expression drew me to her even more.

  Once Lanie was down for bed the nanny left, and it was only her and I standing in the hallway.

  “I contacted the courthouse and started things going,” I said. “I’ll let you know when the marriage certificate is ready.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “I’m never going to be able to thank you enough for this,” I said.

  “Don’t worry. I’m sure I can come up with something,” she said.

  “Oh really?”

  I took a step toward her and her back straightened up. Her eyes fluttered up towards mine, looking at me from underneath her long eyelashes. Her emerald eyes were sparkling, and her raven hair was beckoning to my fingers. I reached my hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at my touch.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at me again before she closed the gap between our bodies. Her hands slid up my stomach
, planting themselves on my chest. Her hands curled into the fabric of my shirt as she grabbed it tightly, and I took the invitation to twist my fingers in her hair.

  The sigh that escaped her lips popped something within me.

  Walking her backward, I led her into my room. I reached out and closed the door behind me as her hands made quick work of the buttons on my flannel shirt. I cradled the back of her head as my dick grew to life inside my jeans, the tip of my cock already leaking for her lips.

  But I didn’t want her on the bed this time. If she was going to let me have her, then I wanted her how I’d dreamed of her.

  Soaking wet in my shower while I cradled her in my arms.

  CHAPTER 17

  AMANDA

  His hand against the back of my head felt comforting. It took me no time to get his shirt off, his hands holding onto me. I could feel the warmth of his skin on the back of my neck; the tension vibrating between the two of us. I was drawn to him, swept under by his current and dragged out into the sea of his beautiful blue eyes.

  Our clothes dropped to the floor before he scooped me up into his arms. I felt his muscles twitching against my body as his cock stood at attention. He carried me into his shower before placing me on my feet, his lips caressing my cheek. The hot water poured from the shower and cascaded over my body as he led me under it, wetting my hair and watching the rivers of water drip off my tits. I could feel his hands venturing over my curves, tracing the outlines of me as my fingertips studied his muscles.

  Then, his lips were on my neck, sucking and nibbling, threatening to make marks I knew I’d have in the morning. He pressed himself against me as his cock throbbed, and as I opened my eyes the steam around us began to rise. I studied his beard and his brow. The way his hair fell in his face when he was wet. I stood back from him and took in his water-soaked body, watching his muscles shine and glisten in the heat of his bathroom.

  My pussy was dripping for him, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I threw myself at him, our lips crashing into one another. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him as he growled into my skin. Our tongues danced, tasting each other as the water pounded against our skin. I could feel his need for me. I could feel the animal within him trying to break free.

  He backed me against the shower wall and hiked my leg around his waist. I felt his cock teasing my pussy, his girth pulsing with lust. I opened my eyes and found his as a small grin spread across his face, and holding my gaze he slowly slid into me.

  I shivered at his touch while he filled my body with his hardness.

  Slowly, his hips rolled into mine. His lips peppered kisses along my brow as the water from the shower battered our bodies. His touch was electrifying. Addicting. Mesmerizing. His calluses were softened by the water as they smoothed over my skin. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot within my body that caused my leg to jolt. I felt myself growing weak against him as my fingertips dug into his shoulder. I was trying to keep myself upright, but every time he would roll his hips, my body would quake.

  I felt his hand dip around my thigh and hike my other leg up. I locked my legs around him before he grabbed my hands, then he pinned my wrists above his head. He was staring right into my eyes as my tits pressed into him, and the coolness of the shower wall caused me to shiver.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  He reared back and slammed into me, and I moaned. I could hear the sloshing sounds as he pulled back out, his thickness coated in my arousal. He thrust into me again as my head leaned against the wall, my body open for his taking as his lips traveled down my chest. He wrapped his warm mouth around my nipple, his tongue swirling salaciously around the puckered tip. I was panting. Writhing. Dripping onto his skin as sweat began to gather on my brow.

  “Brian,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”

  His head came up to find my eyes, and I saw a mischievous glint ignite. He leaned down and captured my lips, a soft kiss from a strong man. My tongue ran across his lips as he smiled, but he pulled away before I could find entrance in the warmth of his mouth.

  “I think we should get married on the mountain,” he said.

  My eyes fluttered up to his as his cock stayed trapped in my pussy.

  “What?” I asked. “What about the courthouse?”

  “If we do a wedding,” he said as he pulled out, “we’re going to need pictures.”

  He slid back into me, pulling a groan from my throat.

  “Yes. Yes, we will,” I said, quivering.

  “Might as well make those pictures worth looking at,” he said.

  I felt him slide from within me again, his cock sitting just shy of my entrance. I tried to roll my hips into him, but he backed up, keeping my hands pinned above my head. My mind was swirling and my body was humming. I wanted my release. I needed to feel his cock inside me. I felt so empty when he wasn’t there, with his muscles pressed against me and his lips upon my skin.

  “Whatever you want,” I said. “Whatever will help Lanie, I’ll do.”

  I watched something similar to gratitude wash over his features. He pulled away from me and set me down on my feet, and I felt my stomach drop. Had I said something wrong? I didn’t want him to go. I wasn’t ready to give him up yet.

  But then he spun me around and pressed my chest into the shower wall.

  “Fuck. This body of yours,” he said. “So perfect.”

  He nipped at my ear as his knee parted my legs.

  “And this ass. So supple. So soft.”

  I felt his slick cock travel down my ass before he slipped it between my legs.

  “Give me those hips of yours,” he said.

  I arched my back as his hands descended onto my hips. I felt him lift me up, almost onto my tiptoes, as I braced myself against the wall. My tits were hanging, and my folds were coated with my want for him. My hands braced against the tiles as his cock slowly slid into me, and I groaned out his name. My voice filled his shower as the steam wrapped around our bodies, and soon I felt his hand traveling around to my stomach.

  Then it moved down to my hips.

  Then it moved down to my clit.

  “Brian. Oh shit. Please. I can’t wait. Please.”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  His fingers had parted my folds and were hovering over my clit. I could feel their heat teasing my swollen nub as fire surged through my veins. It was all too much. His muscles against my back. His voice in my ear. His breath on my neck, and his cock in my body. The water was tinting our skin red as the steam took over the air in our lungs. I was dripping from head to toe as he bent my body to his will.

  “Please let me come,” I said with a whimper.

  “All you had to do was ask.”

  He pulled back and thrust into me, setting an earth-shattering pace. My body bounced against the wall as his fingers circled my clit. My legs were shaking, and my arms were growing weak. I could feel the electricity building behind my abdomen, threatening to push me over much sooner than I could’ve ever thought. My head was spinning as his lips nibbled on my ear. I could feel his breath cascading down my neck. I was entranced by him; under his spell as he worked my body like he’d known me forever. His arm wrapped around my waist as his fingers pressed into my clit, and I could feel myself falling over the edge.

  My vision tunneled as stars burst behind my eyelids, and the only thing I could do was chant.

  “Brian. Brian. Yes. Yes. I’m coming.. It’s coming. Brian.”

  His hips pounded into me as my pussy milked his cock. I held him in my vice grip as my body trembled against him. He stilled his movements and sank his dick into me, his hips making shallow thrusts as he felt my pussy cradle him. His lips bit down on my shoulder, his teeth scraping along my skin as a growl emanated from his throat.

  Then I felt his cock twitch inside of me before his cum painted the inside of my body.

  In a fit of panting and sweat, the two of us collapsed onto the shower floor. He leaned himself against the wa
ll as I knelt on my knees, and soon I was pulled into his lap. He cradled me against his rippling chest, his strong arms holding me close. I tucked my head underneath his chin, quivering from my orgasm as our juices leaked from my body.

  I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race.

  “A wedding on the mountain?” I asked.

  “Figured the pictures would be nice,” he said.

  “I think they’ll turn out wonderfully,” I said.

  I felt Brian place a kiss on top of my head before he pulled me closer to him.

  “Let’s sit here for a second,” he said.

  “Don’t worry. I wasn’t moving anyway,” I said.

  “Good. Because I’m not ready to leave.”

  And his words brought me comfort. Because neither was I.

  CHAPTER 18

  BRIAN

  I woke up to my cell phone ringing on my nightstand. I groaned and reached for it, ready to silence it and roll back over. Amanda was pressed into me, and Lanie was still asleep, and I wanted to treasure this rare kind of morning. If I played my cards right, I could slip myself right in between Amanda’s luscious thighs and wake her up with a mind-blowing orgasm.

  But when I saw it was Jack calling, I picked up the call immediately.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “We’ve got a problem,” Jack said.

  I slid out of bed, leaving Amanda to sprawl out as I walked into the bathroom.

  “One of our warehouses was burned to the ground.”

  I splashed some water on my face before I searched for my robe.

  “Which one?” I asked.

  “The one near you. With all the new fucking materials we’d just bought for our full-time guys. They were being held there until we could get them shipped out.”

  “Why didn’t you ship that shit right to L.A.?” I asked.

  “We didn’t have the warehouse space cleared out yet. So we used the one near you as a holding tank. You need to get down there, Brian. I’m in fucking L.A.”