Mob Justice

by Kelley, Morgan

  Yeah, he was proud.

  Gently, and without waking them, he covered them both with Sam’s comforter and then gave them both a kiss on the top of their heads.

  It was a beautiful moment, so Dimitri pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. With his sisters, he didn’t take enough pictures of the girls, and he regretted it.

  With these two, he wouldn’t make that mistake again. Time was fleeting, and in ten years, they’d likely both be going off to college.

  Closing the door, he headed into his room. Once there, he brushed his teeth and then sniffed his shirt.

  It smelled like Poppy. There was that sexy scent that made his body react when he smelled it. In fact, he was rock-hard thinking about her.

  So, Dimitri decided to keep it on as he climbed into bed to try and get some sleep.

  When he closed his eyes, he laughed.

  He was actually excited to go to bed.

  So he could dream about Poppy.

  * * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *

  When Greyson got them back to the penthouse, Chris was sitting on the couch and flipping through some papers that they had from the FBI.

  He glanced over when Greyson carried Emma in.

  “I was going to come down to check on you both,” Chris stated. “She should get some sleep. She’s still recovering.”

  Oh, he was aware.

  “That was my plan. What are you up to?” he asked.

  “I was catching up on our buddy the commissioner, so when we start in the morning, we are all on the same page.”

  Emma moved in his arms.

  “Want me to carry her in?” Chris asked.

  Greyson would have laughed, only he knew the man was suffering.

  “Sure. I’ll lock up,” he said, taking one for the team. Chris was hovering nonstop, and he’d cut the man a break.

  When Chris reached him, Greyson gently handed her over to him. Emma curled into Chris’s chest and nestled her face into his neck.

  “I’ll be right in.”

  Chris headed toward their rooms, and he went around and shut everything off. Heading down the hallway to the other two bedrooms on the opposite side of the condo, he could hear his brother and Steele talking.

  He lightly knocked.

  When he opened the door, the men were in bed, bare-chested, and with the sheet across their lower bodies.

  Thankfully.

  “I’m heading to bed. I thought I’d say goodnight.”

  “Is everything okay with Dimitri?” Dante asked, worried about the man.

  “Yeah, he’s good. He’s got it bad for the detective.”

  Steele grinned.

  “Love is a beautiful thing,” he admitted.

  “Yeah, it is. See you two lovebirds in the morning,” he said, as Steele cuddled against his husband.

  “Night, Greyson,” he said.

  When he closed the door, the one across from it opened. Heath popped his head out.

  “Everything okay, Mr. C?” he asked.

  “Yes, Heath, we’re good. I’m just locking up for the night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Where’s Mrs. C?” he asked.

  “Asleep.”

  He made a package of cookies appear.

  “These came today from Elizabeth. Want one?” he asked, holding out the tin.

  Greyson laughed.

  The only person who liked cookies more than him was this man.

  “You know it,” he said, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from the container. “Thanks!”

  “Anytime, Mr. C. See you tomorrow.”

  He closed the door, headed to the alarm by the entryway, and secured the penthouse. Then he finished his cookie as he headed toward his bedroom.

  When he reached his and Emma’s room, Chris was waiting for him in the hallway.

  “Night,” Greyson stated.

  Only, Chris stopped him.

  “Is Dimitri okay?”

  He laughed.

  This was why he loved his brothers.

  “Yeah, he’s worked up over a certain detective,” he stated. “You know how it is.”

  Chris grinned.

  “Oh, the irony. The ultimate bad boy is crazy about a cop. The universe has a sense of humor.”

  Greyson didn’t buy the fake smile.

  “How are you?”

  “Great.”

  He didn’t call him out on it. When Chris was ready, he’d come to him. The ‘Bro Code’ stated that he wasn’t supposed to dig. Chris would let him in when he was ready.

  “Okay, Chris. Have a good night. I’m going to bed.”

  “She’s tucked in. Sweet dreams,” he said, heading toward his room across from theirs. When the door closed, Greyson shook his head and gave up.

  In due time.

  That was all he could say over and over again.

  Heading into his own room, he found their bed empty. Before he could call for Emma, he felt her behind him.

  “Come here often?” she asked, grinning at him.

  “I thought you were asleep.”

  She laughed.

  “Yeah, well, I was missing my sexy pirate.”

  He grinned.

  “I missed you too. Want to go to bed and cuddle?” he asked, knowing he couldn’t do sex. All he saw was that wound on her chest.

  In his head, he pictured rigorous sex and her heart stopping. It scared him shitless.

  “I had something else in mind,” she said moving toward him.

  Greyson backed up.

  “What? A bath? Foot rub?” he asked, trying to offer up anything but sex.

  “I miss tasting you, Greyson,” she said unabashedly.

  “Oh.”

  He fell backward onto the bed when she gave him a shove. Then, Emma was on him.

  “Hey, stranger. Come here often?” she asked.

  “Emma.”

  Her hands wandered, and she had his shirt open, and his pants in the same condition. Her husband, oddly, was not rock-hard.

  That confused her, but Emma wasn’t one to give up.

  “We should cuddle,” he began, only to have her kissing her way down his chest.

  Greyson fought the battle.

  Deep inside him, he was terrified that something bad would happen if they rolled around too soon.

  He’d Googled it.

  Yeah, that had been a really bad idea.

  Now his wife was trying to molest him, and he needed a way to stall her.

  “I’m really tired.”

  She paused.

  “Pardon?”

  “It’s been a rough day,” he said, “Maybe just a blowjob?” he offered once he realized that him turning down sex was not the norm.

  Emma was smart.

  She’d figure it out.

  “Oh, well, Mr. Croft, let me show you what I’ve got.”

  Emma pulled him from his pants, and his dick hardened the second her warm palm touched his flesh.

  “Emma,” he moaned as she stroked him. It was so damn hard not to get turned on by his wife. She was licking the head of his dick as her hand drove him wild.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  Oh, what didn’t he want?

  Greyson craved Emma riding him, but he couldn’t do it. He was afraid. A blow job would tax his heart, not hers.

  “Take me in your mouth, kitten. Make me cum.”

  Was it shitty to just not tell her?

  Yes.

  Only Greyson didn’t want to stress her out with that either. It was his issue.

  Not hers.

  Emma teased and tormented him, enjoying the way he reacted to her mouth on his dick.

  His moans and body told the tale.

  There was nothing to worry about. Her husband was hard now. So, she blew him, stealing his breath. As her mouth found him, Greyson became more vocal.

  “Work me hard,” he begged.

  Emma gave him what he craved.

  Greyson struggled to put together a coherent tho
ught as he stared down his body. His wife was perched between his thighs and she was giving him the works.

  Hand.

  Balls.

  Teeth.

  Mouth.

  It was so amazing that his eyes nearly crossed. Over the last week, he’d missed this. Greyson missed the intimacy, but he couldn’t go there.

  Not yet.

  She needed time to heal.

  Emma worked him hard. In fact, she didn’t let up. He was tense, and Emma knew a lot was on his shoulders. She’d love to take some of that tension away.

  He popped free of her mouth.

  “I love tasting you.”

  “Not as much as I love you doing it,” he muttered, as she toyed with him.

  It was hot.

  Then, his wife went back to destroying his control.

  “Jesus, Emma! You’re killing me,” he muttered when she sucked the tip of his dick so hard that he felt it all the way to his toes. “Don’t stop,” he begged. “More. I need more!”

  And he did.

  Greyson needed someone to chase that fear away.

  Emma gave him all she had.

  She didn’t slow down when he begged her. Emma wouldn’t stop when his balls tightened.

  Greyson needed this.

  She could sense it.

  “Oh, Jesus, kitten, I’m going to cum,” he said, his hands finding the back of her head to slow her down.

  The quake started low in his body, and as he controlled the stroke of her mouth, he could see his vision blurring around the edges.

  It was time.

  Pulling her mouth down, he forced her all the way down his dick until she swallowed him whole. When her lips touched the base, he lost control.

  He exploded down her throat.

  His moan was deep, guttural, and said it all.

  He’d needed that.

  Desperately.

  As his hands dropped from her hair, his chest rose and fell as if he’d run a race.

  Emma set him free and climbed up the bed to find her spot beside him.

  “I love you, Greyson,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before cuddling into his body.

  “Emma,” he began, but she cut him off.

  She knew when something was bothering her husband. She’d give him this moment.

  “Go to sleep, Greyson. Everything will be all right,” she promised.

  He let her words sink in.

  He hoped so.

  For now, he was worried. He didn’t want to lose Emma, and especially at his own hand.

  Sex would wait.

  He’d be fine.

  He hoped.

  Now, he only had to tell his wife that.

  * * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *

  Tuesday Morning

  Five Thirty A.M.

  When he woke, Riley found himself alone in bed. He could hear Delilah in the bathroom, and he knew what she was doing.

  She was peeing on a stick.

  When he sat up in bed, she came out and joined him. He tucked her under his arm and against his body.

  “Do you want kids?” he asked her.

  “I don’t know. What about you?” she asked. “What do you want?”

  “You.”

  She held onto him.

  “I’m scared. I’ve never been this afraid in all of my life. I’ve faced down crooked cops, the bar exam, and so much, but this…”

  Riley understood.

  “Me too. I wasn’t thinking kids,” Riley admitted. “I knew that going in bare during sex was a risk, but my dick likes it. He’s the one I listen to most of the time. I admit it.”

  She laughed.

  “Well, I like it, too, so no complaints. I know there’s a tiny chance the pill can fail. I just didn’t bet on it being that way for us.”

  Yeah, neither of them did.

  So, while they waited, Riley held her.

  “Did you set a time?”

  She nodded.

  Neither of them spoke.

  “Delilah, I’ll be honest with you. I hope you are pregnant. If you are, I’ll be happy,” Riley stated. “I have always wanted kids, and more so with you.”

  There.

  He owned it.

  Delilah looked up at him and there were tears in her eyes. That said it all.

  “I want them, too, Riley. I’m so afraid either way. When I met you, damn it, you set off that biological clock. Thanks.”

  He kissed her and laughed.

  “You can kick my ass later. They let me keep my handcuffs,” he teased to lighten the mood.

  Before she could say anything, there was a ding.

  “Want me to go?” he asked. “I’ll go in and check if you can’t.”

  She nodded.

  “I don’t think I can do it. I’m normally not a chicken shit, but if I look, I’ll puke.”

  That was good enough for him. Releasing her, Riley got up and headed into his bathroom.

  When he came out, he looked at her.

  “Well?”

  He shook his head.

  “It’s negative.”

  She started to cry.

  Riley hopped back into bed and held her. He understood the feeling. He was disappointed too. It was like that really good prize at the end of something amazing. You didn’t need it, but when you got it, you were even happier.

  “You don’t have to marry me,” she said. “You can call it off.”

  He held her.

  “Oh, Delilah, that’s not happening. We’re getting married tonight. You, me, and your very unfertilized egg.”

  He soothed her.

  “Do you know what the best part of this is?” he asked, trying to make her feel better. It freaked him out to see her cry. Delilah was the strong one.

  “What?”

  “We can try to have a baby, and then when our kid asks us if he or she was planned, we don’t have to lie our asses off.”

  She snorted.

  “We’ll still have to lie about the handcuffs.”

  “Good point. Want to have a baby with me?” he asked.

  Never in her life did she want anything more. All yesterday, as she walked around the courtroom, she was thinking about having his child.

  It thrilled her.

  Delilah, queen of the lawyers wanted that more than anything.

  “Yes, Riley, I want to have a baby with you.”

  “Can you get some time off from work?” he asked. “A week?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Want to go on a honeymoon?” he asked.

  She sat up.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. Where do you want to go?”

  “Want to go to Tahoe? We can go skiing. We can make snow angels, and we can cuddle in a lodge. Then, we can try to make a baby.”

  She smiled at him.

  “Riley?”

  “Yes?”

  “Promise you won’t be mad?” she asked. “Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

  He kissed her on the forehead.

  “Absolutely.”

  “If we have kids, I want to stay home, bake cookies, and be a PTA mom. Look what you did to me.”

  He stared at her as he tried to picture it. For some reason, that was even hotter than Delilah the courtroom shark.

  “I know. It’s silly,” she said, embarrassed that she’d even said it out loud.

  “Will you still wear those sexy lawyer things for me when I come home from work?” he asked.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Deal. It’s not silly. That’s the hottest thing ever. I have never done it with a PTA mom who wears yoga pants.”

  She laughed.

  “Want to?”

  He didn’t have to answer.

  His maniacal laugh said it all.

  Count him in.

  * * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *

  Tuesday

  Seven A.M.

  The penthouse was hopping. Emma was in the kitchen as she finished making a batch of muffins, and eve
ryone was there. Chris was making coffee, Greyson was reading a file, and Dimitri was trying to get Petra to eat breakfast as the gunkles looked on in absolute horror.

  It wasn’t pretty, and it was clear that Dimitri was getting frustrated. He didn’t have this problem with Natasha and Katerina. They’d been starved. The second they saw food, like Sam, they hoarded it.

  Petra wasn’t starved.

  Clearly.

  “Do you need help?” Greyson asked his friend.

  He didn’t know what he needed.

  “I don’t get it. She won’t eat,” he said. “Why not? It’s a muffin. That’s like cake in a wrapper.”

  She shook her head as he tried to get her to eat.

  Even Sam was failing.

  That’s when Emma opted to come to the rescue. Grabbing the blender from the cabinet, she grabbed some ice cream and threw some banana into the shake. She whipped it up. In it, she added protein powder and then poured it into the glass with a ton of whipped cream on the top.

  They all watched as she put sprinkles on it and chocolate syrup.

  “Someone get the holy water. She’s possessed,” Dante stated.

  Greyson agreed.

  “Uh, who are you?” Dimitri asked.

  “Ice cream is dairy. There’s fruit, and there is protein. Choose your battles. The kid is underweight. She needs the calories. Let her have ice cream for breakfast until she gets back on the growth chart.”

  “She’s not going to eat it,” he said.

  Emma held it out.

  “Petra. Ice cream?” she asked.

  She looked at it but wouldn’t go near it.

  “See?” Dimitri stated. “Maybe I should make a doctor appointment and take her in,” he said.

  “Uh, I’m a doctor,” Steele stated.

  He had a point.

  “She needs to eat,” Dimitri stated.

  Emma wasn’t done yet.

  Emma got out a spoon and fun twisty straw she used for Sam. Once it was in the shake, she tasted it. Then she offered some to Petra.

  That was all it took.

  The girl smiled and held out her hands. Emma passed it off and smiled triumphantly.

  “There you go. Breakfast is handled.”

  Dimitri couldn’t believe it.

  He kissed her.

  “You win. I will let you mother her. I can’t handle it. I’m a nervous wreck.”