Loving Dean (Mafia Generations Book 3)

by Roxanne Greening

  I thought he would, once again, have me running but instead, he swung me up and into his arms. My body cradled close to his, my arms around his neck.

  My eyes slammed closed as he started moving fast. I feared he would drop me, he was moving so fast. The door slammed closed behind us as he rushed up the stairs. My desire was still riding me hard.

  “I can’t wait, baby,” he whispered into my hair, and I completely agreed with him. I couldn’t wait either. I wanted to rip his shirt off and run my fingers all over his body. I wanted to lean in and lick his abdomen.

  I opened my eyes long enough to watch the door to the bedroom swing open, and his log stride takes us into the room.

  I sighed and groaned as he slowly lowered me to the floor. I wasted no time gripping his shirt and pulled. I smiled when buttons popped off and bounced on the hardwood floor.

  I would be embarrassed by my brazen behavior later, but right now, I needed him to quench this burning desire. I had an overwhelming need that burned inside of me.

  Flicking my eyes to his, I felt more of my juices slide down my thighs. I took in the hungry look in his eyes and leaned closer to him. I didn’t take my eyes off him as my tongue darted out.

  I leaned over and stared at his nipple, then licked and sucked on it. I pulled it into my mouth and tugged on it gently with my teeth. His groans of pleasure speared me on.

  Slowly I made a path of heated little kisses and small nips of my teeth down to his ridged abs. My hands caressed the valleys as my tongue licked the hardened area.

  He was hot as fuck, and he was all mine. My hands drifted lower stopping only when they reached his waistband on his black slacks. My eyes once again met his as I unbutton then unzip the pants.

  Reaching over I grabbed the waistband on his boxers and tugged them with his pants. My knees bent and followed their descent.

  I’ve only read about this. The books I secretly loved to read detailed how a woman would lick and suck a man’s cock, and I wanted nothing more than to do just that.

  I watched as his large dick bounced out brushing against my face. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. His shirt lowered down his arms before it hit the floor. He was blissfully naked in front of me.

  Closing my eyes, I leaned forward ready to take him into my mouth. From what I read, it’s a turn on for both him and I. I wasn’t sure I could get much more turned on, I might combust.

  “No, eyes up here baby,” his voice was demanding and hard to deny.

  Opening my eyes, they locked with his as my tongue stretched out and slowly made contact with the head of his engorged, throbbing cock.

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  Feeling bolder I leaned further in. My knees dug into the hard surface of the floor, and it didn’t deter me in the slightest bit.

  I felt his hand sink into my hair pulling me closer.

  “Take me deeper,” he demanded, leaning further in. I engulfed his cock letting him slide down the back of my throat. I fought back the need to gag, but it was useless.

  The more I gagged, the louder he groaned. His hips pushed forward before retreating. My mouth tightened on his dick, and my tongue caressed his member as he slowly fucked my face.

  More of my juices spilled from me. Moans erupted only to be caught by Dean’s thrusting member. Sucking him harder, I smiled when he moaned loudly.

  “Enough! I’m not finishing in your mouth, at least not until I get you knocked up,” he growled.

  The thought of me swelling with our child had my pussy clenching and unclenching on air. Begging to be filled to be stuffed, and to feel his cum fill me up.

  “Get that pretty ass on that bed before I spank it,” he growled.

  My pussy clenched and unclenched at the thought of him spanking me. The pain and pleasure that I had read about brought my need to another level.

  Standing up, I unzipped my dress letting it fall and pool at my feet. My white lace panties and white lace bra barely hide anything.

  Dean’s eyes darkened, and his hands lifted. The feel of his fingers caressing my nipples, pinching them gently between his two fingers had my head fall back. Loud moans of pleasure fell from my parted lips.

  “Take them off,” he growled. His body was strung tight as if he was fighting to contain himself.

  Reaching behind me, I kept my eyes locked with his. As I unsnapped my bra, I let the strapless, lacey material fall to the floor.

  My hands went right to my panties, and they were quickly gone. I was losing my patience, I needed him with a need that was almost painful.

  “Bed NOW!” he growled.

  My feet had me almost running to the large bed. Climbing up on the high mattress I laid back in the middle of the bed and watched as he slowly stalked towards me.

  “Please,” I begged him.

  I needed him didn’t he see that? I thought I had stroked his need to the point of desperation, just like I was feeling.

  “Spread those pretty thighs,” he commanded.

  Letting my legs fall open, I licked my lips as he stroked himself. I watched as his hand squeezed and pulled at his hard dick.

  “Please,” I begged again.

  His knees landed on the soft mattress. He slowly sunk into the material. Then he was moving towards me while on his knees. And he was still stroking his hard cock.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” he commanded.

  “I want your cock in my pussy,” I tell him. My cheeks heated in what I’m sure was a deep red blush.

  “Good girl,” he tells me, and I sighed.

  Little tingles danced along my skin at the compliment. What was it about those two words?

  Then he was over me laying between my spread thighs. His cock nudged my clit as he continued to stroke himself.

  “You want me to eat his pretty pink pussy?” he asked me.

  Oh, god did I ever.

  “No, next time, I need you now,” I tell him. My voice was choppy as I panted in need.

  My eyes slammed closed as he pressed the head of his cock to my opening.

  “I’m a virgin!” I shouted.

  Fear of the pain had me admitting it in a desperately loud way.

  He froze, and I feared he would pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer. The head of his dick pressed at my opening as his lips pressed against mine.

  I waited for him to push inside of me, to tear through the thin membrane, but he didn’t. Instead, he caressed my lips over and over as he slowly pressed inside of me.

  “So, fucking tight,” he growled against our joined lips.

  Another inch inside of me, and I moaned as the over sensitive nerves were stretched to their limits. Lifting my hips, I cried out as he pressed into me harder, pushing through the thin barrier and surging deep inside of me.

  “All fucking mine,” he growled as his tongue darted inside my mouth.

  He was devouring me as his hips slowly retreated and then pressed back inside of me. I felt full, stuffed to the very limit. With each retreat, I felt empty, and with every returning thrust, he hit my womb.

  Over and over he retreated only to slam back inside of me harder and harder, faster and faster. Soon his hips were pressing into me deeper, pressing harder against my womb.

  “Take all of me baby,” he demanded as he slammed into me harder.

  He wasn’t all the way in? Oh god, he was going to split me in two.

  “You can take it,” he tells me as if reading my thoughts.

  His arms went under my knees pulling me closer to him, and his cock retreated and slammed into me deeper and deeper. He pressed my knees closer to my chest using his weight to make me take more of him.

  When I felt his hips line up with mine my eyes had rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure was so intense. I cried out over and over as he slammed into me faster and harder. The bed was slamming into the wall hard I was sure it was leaving dents in the drywall.

  Then, I felt an explosion, and it didn’t creep up on me. It just expl
oded deep within me pulling his orgasm as well as mine. My pussy clamped down on his throbbing dick over and over. It caressed the hard shaft that was lodged deep inside of me while sucking all the cum from his body and absorbing it into mine.

  We lay like that for what felt like hours before he softened and slowly pulled out of my spasming depths. As he rolled to his back, he pulled me with him. My head rested on his chest as exhaustion pulled me in. It sucked me into the first dreamless sleep I’ve had in months.

  Chapter 23

  Charlotte

  Three Weeks Later.

  The last few weeks have been amazing. Today I was heading to work at the coffee shop, but I had two stops to make on my way.

  One was to the pharmacy to grab one of those pregnancy tests. I was sure it was going to be positive having missed my period last week. I knew it was early but the tests these days were able to detect five days after conception.

  The second was the restaurant. I planned to take the test at the pharmacy, waiting wasn’t a strong suit of mine. Dean had left early this morning, and I wanted to apologize to my old boss for not giving him my notice, I just quit.

  I knew that he knew why, but I still felt this need to tell him. I felt bad about how I left the job, and the way I did it. But there was no going back, the only thing I could do was hope he wasn’t too mad.

  Pulling the door open to the pharmacy I walked down various aisles looking for the one I needed. This was a small locally owned pharmacy, so the aisles didn’t have signs labeled what was in each area.

  Finding the area, I needed, I looked at all the choices and sighed. Should I buy more than one? Yes, each box held two tests, but each box had a different type of test.

  My purse felt heavy, weighted down with the money Dean had insisted I carry. I felt wrong spending his money, but he reminded me we were married. So, it was also my money, and as he also pointed out, he had plenty of it.

  I grabbed one with a digital reader and another with the lines. According to the box, it will have two lines if I’m positive and one if I was negative. The other more expensive one would just have the words pregnant or not pregnant.

  They felt like stones in my hands, like large bricks, and it was hard to carry. As I walked up to the counter, the old man looked at the boxes and then at my ring finger. I guess he was trying to decide if I was a sinner, but gave me a large, encouraging smile when he saw my ring.

  The clerk placed the tests in the brown paper bag, and then handed it to me and collected the forty dollars and sixty cents to cover the bill.

  “Do you have a bathroom I could use?” I asked the clerk in a small voice.

  “All the way in the back and to the left,” his smile was all knowing.

  My feet felt weighted with lead as I moved through the store and into the family bathroom. I locked the door behind me and took a much-needed deep breath. I opened the boxes and prepared the tests by placing them on the sink within reaching distance.

  I peed on all four sticks, then cleaned up and waited. I paced the floor in the bathroom, and every few seconds I hovered over the tests. It said one minute until results, but it felt like hours.

  When the first one showed two lines, I felt tears fill my eyes. Then the other one also showed two lines. The digitals tests displayed pregnant, and I sucked in a deep breath as I fought off the need to pass out.

  I was pregnant, just like he wanted. We barely knew each other we were married and now we were going to have a child. Fear took root, and for a moment I contemplated running. I knew deep down he would hunt me down, there was no place to go that he wouldn’t find me. I also knew he wouldn’t hurt this child or me.

  I placed two of the tests into the trash and scooped up the other two. I placed them in the box and closed it before slipping it into my purse.

  Leaving the bathroom, I avoided looking in the direction of the clerk. I had another stop to make, the restaurant. I knew I wasn’t going to the coffee shop, not today. I need to call Mia and let her know what’s going on.

  The walk from the pharmacy to the restaurant was long, and the cold air had yet to turn warm. Winter was still latching on, and it kept us in an icy grip.

  I was relieved when I finally reached the door to Emilio’s. The building’s heat was just what I needed. The cold had soaked in, and I swear it chilled my bones.

  I scanned the interior and headed towards the back, and I froze as my eyes landed on Dean. Surprisingly, he wasn’t alone. He was with another woman, and she had one hand on his chest and the other on his arm.

  Hurt filled me, and it started to suffocate me. I couldn’t breathe past the lump in my throat. My gut was twisting, and bile was rising. Oh god, why?

  I watched in horror as he leaned in closer, but then Dean’s eyes left the girls and found mine. His eyes widened before they closed. Whatever he was feeling was now locked away inside of him and away from me.

  I needed air, I didn’t care if it was cold enough to freeze my lungs and chill my insides. Turning I ran from the restaurant and out into the waiting winter air.

  I felt Dean’s heat at my back as I leaned forward taking deep breaths. Black was edging my vision, and little purple spots danced in front of my eyes.

  “Charlotte…” Dean started.

  “Don’t,” I cried.

  “It wasn’t what it looked like. Maybe to her, but I would never betray you like that,” Dean tells me in a firm and husky voice.

  I still couldn’t look at him. Tears were falling freely from my eyes and chilled as the harsh airbrushed my cold cheeks.

  “Let’s get you out of the cold, baby,” Dean whispered while grabbing my elbow.

  Yanking it away from him, I stumbled from the force of my movement.

  “Don’t call me that, just don’t,” I tell him, my voice thick with all the emotions I was feeling.

  “Please, Charlotte,” he begged.

  Maybe it’s the tone he was using, or the cold was getting to be too much, but I let him lead me to his black Cadillac SUV.

  I grabbed his arm as he helped me into the large vehicle, but quickly snatched it away when I was safely inside. I watched through blurry eyes as he walked around the front of the car and climbed inside.

  I reached into my purse and wrapped my hand around the box. I clench it hard in my fist.

  “She stumbled. I was only holding her up,” Dean tells me.

  I still couldn’t look at him.

  “Look at me,” he commanded. My eyes listened to him and looked up. Those damn tingles erupted inside of me as I did what he wanted.

  “Fuck you,” I snapped at him.

  “I should have let her fall,” he grumbled.

  “Don’t play me for a fool. She was all but fucking you in there,” I snarled at my husband.

  I wasn’t sure where all this anger was coming from, maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was the betrayal like feeling that was swamping me.

  “I would never do that to you,” he tried again.

  I could see the honesty in his eyes, but the anger still remained. I latched onto it like the claws of an eagle on a fish.

  “I love you,” he tells me, his voice earnest.

  I sucked in a deep breath as shock went through me like a tidal wave.

  “I’m pregnant,” I blurted out.

  His eyes darken, and I knew the look he now had on his face. He wanted me naked beneath him as he fucked me into oblivion.

  His lips slammed harshly down on mine in an almost biting kiss. He devoured me right there warming me up from the inside out.

  When he finally pulled away, I was breathing hard. Pulling the box from my purse, I handed it to him. Looking into his eyes, I said the words I’ve been holding back.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered.

  Epilogue

  Selena came darting around the corner with her brown curls bouncing around her face as her father chased her through the house. Her giggles echoed around us.

  “You should be resting,” Dean t
ells me, coming to a halt in front of me.

  Rubbing my rounded stomach, I laughed as he bent and picked me up.

  “Put me down, I’m too heavy,” I laughed.

  “I should spank that ass for saying that,” Dean tells me huskily.

  “Really Dean, you should put me down, “I say in concern.

  I was eight months pregnant with our son. Little Selena was born eighteen months ago.

  “You should be resting,” he reminded me.

  “I’m only baking cookies,” I pointed out.

  I had this awful craving for them. Peanut butter cookies sounded heavenly.

  “I’ll get this, go put your feet up,” he growled into my neck.

  “You go play with Selena,” I tell him before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

  Before I could protest any further, we were moving through the house, and I was being placed in my favorite overstuffed chair. The soft material was comforting as I sunk in.

  “Rest,” he demanded, kissing the top of my head before moving away and draping my favorite afghan blanket over me.

  My eyes were already closing as he walked out of the room.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “Love you too, baby,” he tells me as he closed the French glass doors to the living room.

  Walking in on a man being murdered was sadly the best thing to ever happen to me. My life has been perfect every day, and Dean made sure I knew how much he loved me. I couldn’t have asked for a better life.

  Needing Reyes

  Prologue:

  Four Months Ago

  I’ve spent my life wanting and hating my best friend’s brother, Reyes. The man just got under my skin in more ways than one.

  It was like an itch just under the surface, making me feel like a swarm of bees buzzing under my skin. No matter how hard I scratched, the feeling only got worse.

  The closer I wanted to get to Reyes, the more he pissed me off. Didn’t he see me? All of those long-legged bimbos were in my way.

  I watched as another one of those long-legged bimbos walked down the driveway. She dangled her shoes on her two fingers. Like lifeless little teddy bears.