Power (Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly Book 2)

by Fiona Davenport

  Nic growled and swatted her ass before hooking an arm around Anna’s waist and hauling her back into her seat, then placing a hand over her stomach, as though reminding me she was knocked up and practically marking his territory. I smirked at him until Carly replied, “Yes, those cavemen are like bad pennies, they just keep turning up.”

  I scoffed. She loved it when I went all caveman on her and we both knew it. She dropped into her seat next to me and I put my hand on the back of her neck, guiding her head over so her ear met my lips. “That wasn’t very nice, kitty cat. Are you looking to be punished?”

  She shivered and I smiled arrogantly, kissed the shell of her ear, and sat back, leaving my arm slung around her chair.

  “How is my goddaughter?” I inquired. Nic’s little girl Sophia was the light of my life until Carly waltzed her way into my heart. Sophia had been sick, in and out of the hospital since she was very young. Recently though, the doctors were confident that she was permanently on the mend.

  “Excited to be a big sister and very adamant that we give her a baby girl,” Nic laughed, warmth and affection coloring his tone as he spoke about his daughter.

  Anna rolled her eyes. “Yes, the fluffy, white cat we gave her only distracted her from the pregnancy for so long.”

  “I can’t believe I forgot you were expecting,” Carly interjected with a smile. “Congratulations! I hope we haven’t been working you too hard!” Maybe it was my imagination, but I was pretty sure there was a strong hint of longing in her voice. Speaking of my caveman, he was anxious to satisfy that longing. I felt the same pull, the desire to see my woman round with our baby. I didn’t even know if she was pregnant yet and I was already fiercely protective of the two most precious people in my life.

  A young, good-looking (if you like that preppy, boy band look), male waiter arrived at the table, bringing water and bread, then took our orders. His eyes danced appreciatively over Anna and Carly as he asked, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” A low growl of warning rumbled in my throat and I practically bared my teeth at the little shit. His eyes widened before he turned and scurried away.

  I felt a pinch on my thigh and looked down at Carly to see her glaring at me. I shrugged, smiled, and kissed the tip of her nose. Glancing across the table, I saw much the same situation and I couldn’t help snickering, earning myself another pinch and a scowl from Carly.

  “Retract your claws, kitten,” I whispered with a swift kiss to her soft lips.

  She melted against me a little before seeming to remember where we were and straightening in her seat, turning forward and starting a conversation with Anna.

  Nic asked after my brothers and before I could answer, Anna piped in, “You have brothers?”

  I nodded. “Five. And they are each a pain in the ass.”

  “And single,” Carly interjected. There was something in her tone, and a gleam in Anna’s eyes that had me glancing between the two women suspiciously.

  “Bellissima,” Nic cooed indulgently, yet firmly. “Not everyone is as happy to be tied down as I am. No matchmaking.” Anna looked a little crestfallen and I laughed.

  With an evil grin, I reached across the table and patted her hand. “My mother would be eternally grateful if you could find all of her sons’ wives and give her grandbabies. You and Carly match-make to your hearts content.”

  Nic looked at me incredulously. “Your brothers are going to kick your ass if they find out about this, compagno.”

  I grinned. “Totally worth it.’

  He shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”

  Our appetizers arrived, by way of a tall, pretty, female server, and I couldn’t help the smirk when I noticed Carly’s reaction to the girl’s blatant stares at Nic and myself. I leaned over and my lips brushed her ear, tsking. “Double standards...”

  She threw me a dirty look even as a shiver rolled through her. I licked the shell lightly, then sat back and started on my meal. After a moment, Carly excused herself to go to the ladies’ room and Anna decided to go with her. My eyes were glued to Carly’s perfect ass as it swayed all the way to the door. I barely restrained the impulse to check and see if I had drool on my chin.

  “I met with the O’Reilly’s contact and made them a new distribution deal,” Nic said, drawing my attention.

  “How did it go?” We hadn’t anticipated much pushback on taking over the complete weapons trade in this territory, but surprises could always creep up.

  “As expected. He doesn’t care where the money comes from, as long as it spends.”

  My eyes darted to the bathroom door, checking to see if the girls were headed back before I ask my next question. “Any word on that motherfucker, Sean?”

  Nic’s face clouded and his eyes darkened. “No, I’ve got my best men on it, but he’s got himself a great fucking hiding place because we haven’t been able to track him. We caught the most recent shipment of girls, so I imagine the bastard will show his head soon since we’ve cut off that port as a source of income. But, I know there’s an auction set up in the next couple of weeks, I just haven’t been able to locate it.”

  The mention of the auction had mental images of my girl on the chopping block floating through my head and I suddenly felt murderous. The flash of a purple dress in my peripheral alerted me to the girls making their way back to the table. “I’ll have a one-on-one with Thomas McKinnon and see if he can dig around for the locations. I don’t want Carly near this side of the business and she doesn’t need to be stressed over our hunt for Sean,” I murmured right before Carly slid back into her seat.

  She slumped a little and I peered at her closely, surprised at her expression. It was a mixture of wonder and sheer terror. An odd combination. Wrapping my arm around her once again, I pulled her close, whispering, “Everything okay?”

  She nodded absentmindedly and began eating. I frowned, not happy with her response. But she launched into a discussion with Anna about Sophia and some of the tension began to dissipate.

  After that, the night was easy and fun. I hadn’t had the chance to take Carly out, to “court her” as my mother would say. Nic and I were both pleased to see our women becoming so close, as well. Apparently, Carly had asked Anna to be a bridesmaid and Meagan was going to be her maid-of-honor. As sheltered as she’d been growing up, I was overjoyed to see her spreading her wings, making friends, recognizing her own strength to lead, and being the sexiest fucking woman in the world.

  Somehow, she continually blew me away with the amount of love I had for her. Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more, a rush of newer, stronger love would practically bowl me over. It wasn’t helping the constant desire I was carrying around. I’d become perpetually uncomfortable with the semi I was always sporting. In fact, as we finished our meal, watching those perfect lips wrap around the dessert had escalated my issue so I was sitting with a fucking baseball bat between my legs.

  I signaled the waitress and gestured for her to come over to my side, where I whispered an order. She giggled and set off for the kitchen. Before I could turn back, I tamped down a yelp of pain as tiny little claws dug into my cock. My head whipped around to look at Carly, who was glowering at me. Gripping her hand, I moved it to my thigh and smiled serenely at her.

  She looked murderous until the waitress hurried back over and set a bag down in front of me. “Three chocolate mousses to go!” she announced cheerily. Carly’s face burned red, but a dopey smile crossed her face.

  “Excellent idea,” Nic said as he and Anna laughed. Then Anna joined Carly in the blushing department as Nic put in the same order.

  Chapter 7

  Carly

  I spent the whole drive back to Brandon’s apartment fantasizing about how much better the delicious chocolate mousse was going to taste when it was spread all over his body—only to find him in the mood not to share. Before the door even closed behind us, he’d tossed me over his shoulder. I gripped his belt for balance while he carried me through the apartment and tossed
me onto the bed. As I bounced on the mattress, he whipped his shirt off and unbuckled his belt. Not wanting to be left out, I tried to get my clothes off quickly. I didn’t succeed, though. While my shirt was over my head and covering my eyes, he somehow managed to get his shoes, pants, and boxers off. I stilled, my fingers on the button of my pants, as I watched him crawl on the bed towards me. He looked an awful lot like a lion who was ready to pounce, and the fire in his eyes made it clear I was his prey.

  “Down,” he growled, curling his hand around my neck.

  I sank backwards, my muscles going lax at the command in his tone. My head landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and I relaxed into them while he went to work on getting rid of the rest of my clothes. His eyes stayed locked with mine as his nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on my pants. I lifted my hips as he peeled them from my body. The lace panties he’d left on me were already wet, but by the time his ravenous gaze roamed over me they were drenched.

  “You’re so goddamn gorgeous, it’s almost a shame to dirty you up.”

  My eyes slid to the bag on the bedside table, and I licked my lips. “I’m willing to bet you’d look even hotter painted in chocolate.”

  “You’ll have to find out another night because I have plans for that mousse.”

  I tilted my head to the side and offered him a naughty grin. “So you’re in the mood to dirty me up then?”

  “Always,” he murmured, dipping his head low until his lips were against the lace of my panties.

  My hips jerked at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive folds. “I thought you said it’d be a shame,” I gasped.

  His teeth grazed over my clit through the wet material, making me moan. “But I never said I wasn’t gonna do it anyway,” he breathed out, his tongue flicking out to lap at my pussy before he ripped my panties off and proceeded to drive me insane with need. Yanking the to-go bag from the bedside table, he withdrew one of the containers and dipped his fingers into it. I yelped when the cold dessert hit my skin. It only made him flash me a wicked grin while he spread it over my lower belly, inner thighs, and pussy lips. He took his time cleaning it off me, his tongue licking and lapping at my skin. When most of it was gone, his mouth clamped around my clit and he sucked gently.

  I was so close to the edge, but gentle wasn’t going to get me there, not after his prolonged torture. “More,” I demanded, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching tightly.

  My aggressive move had the opposite effect from what I’d intended. Brandon pulled away from me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you that you can.”

  “You’re not playing fair,” I grumbled, even as I curled my fingers around the bars. “I need to come.”

  “Oh, you’ll come all right,” he promised. “After I’ve given you more.”

  I should have said harder instead because he really did give me more—of the chocolate mousse on my body and his mouth and tongue licking it off me. He wasn’t the least bit bothered by my frustration. He just held my hips in place as he continued to feast while I alternated between whimpering in need and cursing him. It felt like hours had passed when he finally sunk two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit hard, sending me over the cliff. I melted into the mattress while he lapped up every drop of my climax, until I was too sensitive to stand it any longer and released the headboard to tug on his hair.

  “Did I tell you to let go?” he growled.

  “No, but unless you want me to pass out, I had to find a way to get your attention.”

  “You’re lucky I love your sassy side,” he murmured as he got up on his knees. “And that I’m beyond ready to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  He flipped me over and tilted my hips up, slapping me hard on my ass. I yelped at the sting, and levered up onto my elbows so I could glare at him over my shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for disobeying me. You might be a boss out there, but I’m the one who’s in charge in here.”

  I wanted to argue, but what could I really say? We both damn well knew how hot it made me when he went all alpha caveman in the bedroom. Then he sank inside me, and I lost all train of thought. All his sensual torture had left me incredibly sensitive, to the point that it felt like I could feel every ridge and inch of his cock as it stretched me.

  “Then fuck me like you own me.”

  Balls deep inside me, he paused in his movements to look down at me. “You’re almost right. I’m gonna fuck you because I own you. There’s no like about it. You’re mine.”

  He punctuated his sentence by clutching his hand around my neck in a possessive hold. It wasn’t too tight, and my pussy clenched around him in response.

  “Yeah, you love being mine. Don’t you?”

  I couldn’t have answered even if I’d wanted to because he kept me collared around the neck while he powered into me. Over and over again, with my hips lifting up to meet each thrust until my pussy spasmed and tightened around him as a scream tore from my throat. His fingers dug into my neck briefly at the sound and then they were gone and he exploded right along with me.

  My orgasm was so powerful my whole body shook from the force of my release. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it. Luckily, I didn’t need to do anything except slide into Brandon’s arms after he slipped out of me and rolled onto his back.

  “Mmm,” I sighed, cuddling into his hold.

  “I stand corrected.”

  I tilted my head lazily, peering up at him from hooded eyes. “How so?”

  “Dirtying you up isn’t a shame. It’s the best damn thing ever.”

  A tired giggle burst from my lips, and I peered over his chest at the last container of chocolate mousse. “I’m pretty sure dirtying you up is the second best thing, but I’m too tired to prove it tonight.”

  “I can always get you more another time.”

  My lips curved up in a smile because I knew he would. Either that, or I’d surprise him one night with some. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that it was a shame to waste any of the mousse. Sadly, I was too tired to eat it myself, even without putting it to even better use by smearing it on all of Brandon’s sun-kissed skin.

  When I woke up in the middle of the night and raced towards the bathroom, I found a reason to be happy I hadn’t had my turn with the chocolate mousse. On my knees with my head hanging over the toilet bowl, I threw up everything I’d eaten the night before. I hated puking, and I’d never been able to do it quietly, which meant Brandon woke up to the sound of it.

  “Poor kitten,” he murmured, rubbing my back with one hand as he held my hair up with the other. “I hope the Chilean sea bass you ordered wasn’t bad. Food poisoning fucking sucks.”

  “Mmmhmmm,” I agreed weakly, while thinking about the conversation I’d had with Anna in the bathroom about her pregnancy. I had a feeling my puking had less to do with bad fish and more to do with Brandon’s super sperm.

  Chapter 8

  Brandon

  For the second morning in a row, I woke up to the sound of Carly being sick in the bathroom. If it had ended after the first day, I would have stuck with the food poisoning theory, but I was becoming convinced it was something else altogether. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d succeeded in fucking my kid into my sweet fiancée. I wanted to hop up onto our roof and shout to everyone that this caveman had done his job and bred his woman.

  I gathered up her thick, red hair and held it away until her stomach was empty. Then I helped her brush her teeth and take a shower. By the time she was done, her color had returned and she seemed to be completely recovered.

  Definitely pregnant. I suppressed the urge to smile like a loon or beat on my chest.

  The doorbell rang and I left Carly with a kiss on the forehead to answer it. My mother shoved her way past me, practically knocking me into the wall.

  “Where is that beautiful daughter-in-law-to-be of mine
?” she asked as she hustled into the living room.

  “Hello to you to, Ma,” I responded dryly.

  “Hello, hello.” She waved dismissively and headed back towards the bedrooms when it was clear Carly wasn’t in the front. I followed behind her, shaking my head at being ignored by my mother in favor of Carly. To be fair, I’d ignore everyone else for her too. But still, she should spare a minute for her baby boy.

  “Carly!” she exclaimed happily, lifting on her tip toes to grasp Carly’s cheek and bring her down a few inches for a kiss. “We have a lot to do, my dear. Pack a bag and we’ll be off.”

  “No, no fucking way,” I declared, then yelped when I received a hard pinch on the arm from my mother.

  “Brandon!” she scolded.

  I smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Mamma. But, Carly will not be sleeping anywhere but our bed tonight. I don’t care about traditions and shi—stuff.”

  Ma put her hands on her hips and glared at me. Despite being twenty-three-years-old, a mafia enforcer, and a soon–to-be husband (and father?), I shrank back from her anger. I gave her my best smile, but she just shook her head.

  “Smiles and puppy-dog eyes won’t change my mind, Brandon. You are already living in sin”—her eyes narrowed suspiciously—“and likely put your baby in her belly, out of wedlock. You will keep to the tradition of spending the night before your wedding apart.”

  I looked to Carly for some support, only to find her trying to smother her laughter with her hands over her mouth. I lifted my brow, silently asking for her agreement, but she shrugged and dropped her hands, revealing a wide smile. There was a sassy sparkle in her eyes that did not bode well for my poor, neglected cock.

  My mind ran through every excuse while they packed Carly a bag, and I even tried a few out loud but was promptly shut down by my mamma, who had apparently become immune to my charms.

  In a last ditch effort, I asked for a few minutes alone with my fiancée, knowing she couldn’t resist me. The next thing I knew, the front door slammed shut in my face as my mother dragged Carly away from our home.