by Lexy Timms
Her tongue tasted this small part of him, musk and salt, desire and sex, and she wanted more. So much more. The scent of him surrounded her and she was caught in the spell of the powerful man below her. She swore her heart beat in a different rhythm now, one that included his heart, too. A beat that encircled her and twined them together. At this moment there was nothing she wouldn’t do to give him happiness.
Chrissy took him into her mouth, taking as much as she could which was only a third. He was big! Her tongue teased his flesh and he swelled harder as his skin grew to steel-like tautness.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Take it all.”
She wasn’t sure she could. She cursed her untutored motions in this. For the first time in her life she was jealous of other girls who had more experience and would know what to do.
But Saks was hers, her man, and she wasn’t going entertain thoughts of what other women would do with him. If she had her way, he’d never go near another woman again. She opened her mouth and slid it down his length as far as she could take it.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. With his one good hand he wove his fingers in her hair, and her body responded with a shiver that started at the top of her head and shot to her toes.
She didn’t know eating a man’s cock could be so hot.
With a steely grip, he urged her to take more of him. With his hand drawing pleasure/pain with the pulling of her hair, his musk overwhelming her nose, and her mouth full of his cock, she fell headlong in her arousal. She grew wet instantly.
“Baby,” he groaned.
She swallowed, taking his tasty salty precum down her throat. Every part of him was made for her and she needed him inside her. Chrissy pulled away and stared into his gorgeous eyes.
“Sweetie,” she said. “Can I, I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, but you have me so hot I need you.”
“I’m a big boy,” said Saks. “I can take it.”
“Yes,” she murmured. “You certainly are.” She stood and shed her clothes, to stand utterly naked before him.
His gaze swept her body, his eyes glittering in total adoration. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes. His heartfelt words stroked her heat as surely as if his hand touched her skin. Chrissy trembled as her need for him lit every cell in her body. She crawled onto the bed, moving toward him as sensuously as a jungle cat, and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue joined his in stoking their need and her heart sped up in her chest. In a burst of lust, she straddled his hips, gripped his shaft, and sunk him deep within her in one smooth move.
“Ah,” he cried. “Damn. That’s fucking hot.”
“You know what’s hot,” she said in a husky voice. “How much you fill me, impale me, take my body.”
He groaned long and low as if she tortured him. “Damn,” he hissed. He placed his hand on her hip. “Fuck me, baby.”
She moved slowly up and then down, enjoying the pleasurable stretch of him within her core, and the jolts of his tip at her womb’s entrance, and how the size of him pressed her g-spot in an unrelenting slide of pleasure. Was there anything better?
A serpent coiled in her belly, an unrelenting need to feel more of him, and she sped up her movements on his cock. It felt so good and she needed more. Her pace became furious as she mercilessly rode him. Each stroke took her higher, tumbling toward a final burst of light and warmth and heat, sending her into a space of no thought, just the sensation of pleasure that throbbed through her.
His fingers bored into her skin and his body tensed as he met her slams into his body. “Chrissy!” His back arched and he plowed into her with one final thrust, coming in her in spurts. When he stopped moving she shuddered in an aftershock of pure pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re amazing, woman.”
“You’re not half-bad yourself,” she said in a sated sexual haze. She sighed, gave him a kiss, and pushed herself up.
“Hey, where are you going?” Saks said.
“Bathroom. Want to come with?”
He chuckled. “I’ll just lay here in the glow of our love.”
“Our love, eh?” She walked into the ensuite and looked at her face in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, but her cheeks flamed with a rosy glow that matched the warmth in her heart.
“I do love you, Christina Serafini,” called Saks.
She closed her eyes. Chrissy had come here to tell Saks about her feelings, but instead he spilled out his. She stood naked in the bathroom, enjoying the glorious feelings Saks brought up in her.
And she didn’t want to stop these emotions. She wanted, no, she needed Saks. He was a missing dimension in her life. But her family was a problem. They didn’t want her to see him at all, and this, what happened, would never be acceptable to them.
Perhaps if she took it slowly. Talked with her mother, who would talk with her father, who would convince Grandfather. Otherwise, Saks would be in a good deal of trouble. The last thing he needed was another beatdown, this time by her grandfather’s associates proficient in that sort of thing.
“Chrissy? Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Saks,” she said. “I heard you.”
“Marry me.”
Fear seized Chrissy at those words. Marry. Marry? Oh, hell no, this was going too fast.
“Chrissy?”
She walked slowly from the bathroom, and picked up the clothes she dumped on the floor. “Saks. I do love you,” she said in a serious tone.
“That’s great.” His face lit with happiness and her heart hurt at what she had to say.
“But I can’t marry you. Not now.”
The happy expression on Saks’ face dissolved into a frown. “Why not?”
“My parents, for one thing.”
“Fuck your parents,” he spit out in anger.
“No, Saks. That’s not possible. I’m not even supposed to see you.”
“Then why are you here?” he said in a growl as he watched her dress, unable to stop her.
“Because I do love you, and,” she sighed, angry with herself and confused. What did she get herself into? “I do want to see you and be with you. But it’s going to take a while before we can bring this up to them.”
“You mean, meet on the sly, fuck like bunnies, and act like we don’t know each other?”
“That’s not what I mean,” she said defensively.
“What do you mean, then?” demanded Saks. “Because I don’t see it any other way when you say we can’t tell them.”
“I—I—” gasped Chrissy. She didn’t know what to say.
“I hate secrets. That’s what this whole gangster life is, secrets and lies told to the people closest to us to hide the things that we do. I never wanted any part of it and I still don’t.”
“Saks,” she said in appeal.
“Don’t ‘Saks’ me. Either we handle this like adults and let the chips fall where they may, or we forget the whole thing. I will not be your secret.”
“Even if that means your body found in a car by the river?” she said heatedly. “Because, let me tell you, my grandfather is a vindictive son-of-a-bitch when he’s crossed and he’d do that just to spite me.”
“You forget where I come from, Chrissy. There isn’t a Rocco who can’t beat a Serafini any day of the week.”
Saks’ eyes blazed with anger and she knew with a sinking heart that he wouldn’t back down. Stupid goombah. Stunad. He’d get himself killed over her and she couldn’t allow that. Chrissy slung her purse over her shoulder with a jerk. “Fine,” she hissed. “Then if those are my choices, I’m not interested. You’re a great lay, Saks. It makes my mind stupid. I’m done with being stupid.” Before Saks could say another word, Chrissy ran out of the apartment and to her car. Tears pooled in her eyes as she jerked the car into reverse and then in drive, peeling out of the driveway as fast as she could.
She had to pull over into a parking lot when the tears got too big to see through. She cried in long, gasping sobs that wracked her body as ti
me passed without notice. Suddenly police cars pulled into the parking lot, flashing their lights. She looked around in confusion and saw police cordoning off a section toward the back of the drugstore whose parking lot she sat in.
What the hell happened here?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
What. The. Fuck.
How did that go so horribly wrong?
What an idiot.
Marry him. Yeah, like a high-powered woman like her would marry a grease monkey like him. Why wouldn’t she keep him a secret?
Saks lay on the bed, not able to get up. The sling on his arm and the pain in his shoulder pinned him to the bed. The pain wasn’t so bad when Chrissy...
He swallowed, his breath hitched, and he shook his head. He was a fool for this woman, is all.
Sharp raps on the door brought him out of his reverie.
“It’s open,” he called.
“Hey, Saks. It’s Luke.”
“In the bedroom. One sec.” He scrambled to grab the blanket to cover his naked body. Damn, he was pathetic, wasn’t he?
“Are you decent?” Luke called from just outside the doorway.
“No,” groaned Saks.
“What’s wrong?” Luke could probably hear the pain in his voice.
He gave up trying to move. “I got blindsided on the highway of love.”
“Uh-huh,” said Luke. “That’s how it usually happens.” He stepped into the bedroom and switched on the light. Luke gave a long, low whistle. “Damn. Who wrecked you?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Obama repealed ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell.’”
Saks snorted. “Stop being nosy and help me up.”
Luke came closer and looked closer at his shoulder.
“Damn. Looks like you tore your stitches.”
Saks glanced at his shoulder where red blood welled. He blew out a breath. That’s what he got for being a tough guy.
“Doesn’t look good. What the hell were you doing?”
“Just help me up so I can clean up, and let’s get out of here.”
“Did you pack?”
“No. Didn’t have a chance.” Luke had refused to let him stay here. Louis had agreed as well. Saks had figured he’d be fine once he got to the apartment and everyone would let him stay. Except, suddenly, he didn’t want to be here anymore.
“Where’s a duffle?”
“Closet, top shelf.”
Luke held out his arm, and Saks pulled himself up and managed the stand without too much pain. Then he stumbled on his own feet and Luke caught him. “Fuck, where’s your clothes, man?”
Saks pointed to the floor. The room spun. He wasn’t doing so good.
“Where’s Hawk? Isn’t he supposed to be here to help you?”
“He went for my pain medicine.”
“How long ago?”
“Not sure. Maybe an hour ago.”
“That’s a long time to hit something down the street,” muttered Luke. He pulled out his phone and speed-dialed a number. “Damn,” Luke muttered under his breath. “No answer.” He dialed the number again as he helped get some pants on Saks. He straightened suddenly as a voice came on the phone.
Saks couldn’t make it out.
“What?” Luke said. “I’m Luke Wade. Who’s this?” His face took on an especially grim expression. “Yeah. He was picking up a prescription for a mutual friend... Painkillers No sure what.”
Saks did the button on his jeans with one hand, not liking what was going on. He watched his boss closely.
Luke’s eyebrows knitted in a frown and his lips drew tight in anger. “As far as I know, the last person who saw him was Anthony Parks. Yeah, he’s home... No, we’re leaving now... Fine... Here’s my number if you want to take statements.” Luke ended the call.
“What’s going on?” Saks asked.
“Bullshit,” said Luke. He dialed another number. “Hey, Matt. Get over to Saks’ apartment. Yeah, the police are on the way to take our statements. No, we didn’t do anything wrong. Yet. Yeah,” he said, looking straight at Saks. “It’s bad. Someone shot our probey, Hawk.”
“What?” Saks stared in shock at Luke. Hawk? Shot?
“Oakie,” rasped Luke into the phone. “Get everyone over here to Saks’. Now. Someone shot Hawk. About an hour ago. The police are on their way over to take our statements.”
Luke.” Saks gripped his friend’s arm. “What the hell just happened?”
Luke’s eyes blazed. “First you, and then Hawk. This shit stops now. Hawk’s dead.”
Saks swallowed. While he was fucking his brains out, someone shot Hawk. “Oh, shit. This is all my fault.”
“It’s not.” Luke was grim as he washed and changed the bandages on Saks’ wound.
Saks wracked his brain, trying to figure out how all this happened. Chrissy mention two contractors from the DiMea family took the job to harass Saks, hired by the Rojos. Only it turned to something more, like felony-charges-pending more. “Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“I got some information.”
“What information?”
“Family-type information. I heard the two men who invaded my home were mob connections from New Jersey.”
“Fuck.”
“But they were hired by the Rojos.”
“Rojos!” exploded Luke.
“They want to mess up the Spawn and the Roccos for getting their drug operation busted.”
“Where did you get this information?”
“Family,” he said. “I can’t say more.”
“And you’re sure it’s not that other crime family—”
“The Serafinis.”
“Yeah, are the Serafinis behind this?
“As far as I know, no.”
Luke helped Saks put on a clean shirt before grabbing the arm sling. “How do you know it’s not the Serafinis?”
Because Chrissy told him? That wasn’t going to work on Luke. His boss was an even-tempered guy, but when he was riled there was no telling what he’d do. He was a balls-to-the-wall guy when he was pushed.
That happened last year when the Rojos kidnapped Saks. Two men showed up at the Rojos’ clubhouse. That took balls. One of those men was Luke. And he didn’t leave until he had Saks on the back of his bike.
And a shooting certainly would push him. Luke’s eyes scrunched to where wrinkles showed at the corners. His mouth was twisted in a frown.
“This is fucking bullshit,” snapped Luke in frustration as he laced Saks’ boots. “No one’s going to get away with shooting a Spawn.”
Pounded erupted at Saks’ door and then swung open. Saks’ cousin, Louis, stood there.
“Luigi,” Saks said. His cousin hated to use the name on his birth certificate.
“Fuck you,” Louis said good-naturally. “But no time.”
“Sorry to hear about your man, Hawk.”
“Yeah,” said Luke acidly, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
Louis pulled a notepad from inside his jacket pocket. “So, Roger—”
“His name is Hawk,” asserted Luke, staring at Louis as if he was the enemy.
“Yes, Mr. Wade, I’m aware,” said Louis, snapping into detective mode. “His driver’s license said Roger Spencer. Is that correct?”
“Yes,” gritted Luke.
“So, from what I understand, Roger was here last before he went to the drugstore.”
“Yes,” Saks replied. “I asked him to pick up my pain medicine.”
“So that’s why he had your prescription in his pocket.”
“Yes.”
“And is there a particular reason you sent him?”
“Oakie assigned him to help me after I got out of the hospital.”
“Too soon, I see,” said Louis, staring at Saks’ shirt. Saks flicked his eyes to his shoulder and saw blood seep through.
“Damn,” said Saks. “It’s a bitch putting on clean shirts.”
“If you’re going to be an idiot and leave the hospital early, a
t least you should go stay with your parents and let your mother take care of you.”
“Fuck that shit. I’m a grown man.”
“Proving it in so many ways, buddy.”
“What,” said Luke with a glare, “do you want, Anglotti?”
“I’m just gathering information for the investigation. So where were you an hour ago?”
“I was closing my shop,” said Luke, glaring with hostility at Louis.
“Anyone with you?”
“Yeah. Robert Gibson.”
“Gibs’ brother?
“Yeah. He works at the shop now.”
“Okay then,” said Louis, in a tone that registered his disapproval at that. He was unable to keep commentary from his voice. “And you, Anthony?”
“Here.”
“Anyone with you?”
Saks glanced at Luke quickly and knew he had to be honest. Luke was aware he was with someone. “Yeah. Christina Serafini.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” snapped Luke, thoroughly annoyed.
“Christina,” said Louis slowly, as if he didn’t understand what Saks said.
“What the hell, Saks?” spit Luke.
“It’s none of your business.”
Luke held up his hands and walked backwards toward the door. “You know what, Saks? If you insist on walking toward your own destruction, I won’t stop you. But I ain’t gonna watch it. And you,” he said, looking at Louis, “if you have any more questions, contact my lawyer, Matt Stone. He’s in the book.” Luke slammed the door harder than needed. It wasn’t quite a slam, but it expressed his displeasure.
“What’s up his ass?” said Louis.
“Something about a shooting of a club member always gets to him. What the fuck, Louis? Did you have to be such an asshole?”
“Me? You know that eliminating suspects is just as important as pinpointing one. What about you sleeping with Christina Serafini? You want to start a gang war?”
“Who said I was sleeping with her?”
“That hickey on your neck, asshole.”
“Where?”
“Here,” said Louis, pressing his finger on Saks’ neck. “There.”
