A Debt Owed-A Promise Made

by Destiny Blaine

  “Don’t,” he said, sliding his hand up her calf. “You don’t have to say it.”

  Catching his wrist, her eyes met his. “I’ll say it because it’s true. I love you more than I ever loved your brother and I was a hopeless and foolish woman over him, even after I found out what he was. I loved him unconditionally, but you?” She gasped. “I would cease to exist without you.”

  Dante’s strong dark features, lightened. He didn’t look as intimidating as he had earlier when he’d insisted that she open up and share their story with Billy. He’d softened some, but underneath the outer layers of a man with an incredible and powerful presence, lay in wait a man in love, a man with substance and a heavy conscience.

  “Brooklyn, we have a history. We’re already family. You already carry my last name. I can’t make a verbal commitment to you now when neither one of us are sure we’ll even make it out of the States alive.”

  She closed her eyes, tightly shutting them until her lids trembled. This was what she’d feared. Dante didn’t think he’d make it out alive because he was certain he’d die protecting her and Ariela. Plus, there were too many factors to consider, a clear and present danger from too many camps with a vested interest in Dante’s permanent retirement.

  “You’re really going to use our situation as an excuse for not telling me how you feel about me?” She slowly rose to an upright position. Dragging her fingers over his cheekbone, she studied his expression, the tight lines drawn in his forehead, the significant frown stamped upon his face. He was a worried man, a man plagued by her past actions yet he didn’t cast blame or throw stones. “What is it, Dante?”

  “You know how I feel about you.”

  “Sometimes a woman needs to hear it.” They’d been together for a couple of years. Never once had he told her that he loved her. Never once had he mentioned what kind of future they could plan for together. Sure, they’d discussed leaving the country together, but then what? Would he set her up somewhere nice, hire bodyguards, and then return to New York?

  She cursed her momentary lack of confidence. She knew better than to plan for Dante’s desertion. She understood him better than anyone. While he hadn’t said the three words she’d longed to hear, he’d told her more than once that she was like an addiction, his personal drug.

  “I love you,” she said, moving behind him. She massaged his shoulders, kissed his nape. “Don’t you love me, too?”

  Reaching around his back, he took her wrist and pulled her across his lap. “You take my breath away,” he said, moisture casting a misty screen over his pupils. Apparently resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t let this topic die, he took a deep breath and said, “Damn it, Brooklyn. Yes. Yes, I love you.”

  Her heart soared. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and draw him into a heated kiss, a kiss that would mark the beginning of their lives together, a more meaningful seal to a future bond that wouldn’t shatter, wouldn’t break. No man, no woman, not any entity in any form, would ever separate them.

  “I love you with a crazy kind of maddening kind of love, the kind that makes me want to be a better man, a husband, and a father. I thought you knew, Brooklyn. I’ve shown you my heart. I even loved you from afar. You aren’t just my woman. You’re a part of me.”

  She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. She couldn’t help but feel as if there were forthcoming buts and ifs in there somewhere.

  Stroking her hair, he said, “I will love you until my last breath is drawn.”

  His declaration of love whipped around her like a sudden wind. In that moment, she breathed him in, catching a whiff of his rich leather aftershave. She touched his face, stroking the stubble on his jaw, wondering if her touch left him as helpless as his caresses often subdued her.

  He kissed her palm and his tongue trailed over the fine lines. A slow moving arousal washed over her, leaving her to shiver in his arms.

  “Was it that bad telling me how you feel?”

  “I’m still standing.”

  “You’re sitting, Mr. Mancini.”

  “So I am.”

  His erection pressed against her back, the rigid length of his size nearly destroying her senses. She wanted nothing more than to make love, hold him all day and through the night, but they had a long afternoon ahead of them. With what awaited them on the other side of the morning, she couldn’t help but wonder about the plans he’d tried to set in motion.

  “What is all this, Dante?” she asked, waving her hand off to the side. “I mean what do you expect to happen between me and Billy?”

  “You’re attracted to him,” he pointed out.

  “I’m not dead, Dante. I’m a woman. He’s an attractive man, but he’s also younger than—”

  Dante shook his head and held up his forefinger. “You can’t use his age, remember.”

  “Oh that’s right,” she said. “Someone lied to my ass.” Not that his age mattered in the first place. She was grasping. Dante probably knew it.

  “Speaking of asses, I’d like to bend you over and fuck that pretty tail of yours.”

  “You can,” she whispered, jiggling her hips against his denim-clad cock. “All you have to do is lose the jeans.”

  “And what about Billy?”

  “What about him?”

  Dante stiffened under her. Lowering his head to hers, he looked into her eyes and said, “I love you. I’ve told you that remember.”

  “Yes?”

  He moved his mouth to her ear, holding her head firmly in place. “I want to see Billy fuck you. Will you let me watch the two of you together?”

  Her nipples throbbed with the suggestion. She pressed her knees together, the slick heat between her pussy lips becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

  “Trust me. You won’t feel uneasy. Billy will make you comfortable. He’s very attracted to you.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I know Billy pretty well.”

  A vibrating sensation left her pussy clenching with anticipation, pulsing with the thoughts of two men pawing over her, stretching her, laying her down, and fucking her at the same time. “Is that all you want to do? Just watch?”

  Dante’s full lips curved in a beautiful smile. “You know what I want, Brooklyn, and you’re a smart woman. You can figure out why I’m willing to share you.”

  “He’s my plan B,” she said softly, a little saddened to think about the extreme measures Dante was willing to take to ensure she was never left unprotected and alone.

  “You’ll do this.”

  She nodded, but not just accepting out of compliance. The truth kept creeping its way back into her mind’s eye, to the day when she’d first met Billy Mamazza. She’d tried to ignore it, tried to defy the building attraction, but there wasn’t any possible way to stop it. Now, she didn’t need to try. She could have her cake, slice it down the middle and indulge in every sweet delectable bite.

  “And afterwards?”

  Dante’s fingers drifted down her side. He walked his fingers around her middle, releasing her snap and zipper.

  “Then we drive to the city, catch Agent Marshall at home alone and brief him on my status with Interpol. I have several discs to turn over to him, evidence that will likely help him come to sudden terms with the fact that he not only lost you once, but he never really had you in the first place. After our meeting, we’ll slip away like thieves escaping in the night.”

  “Interesting choice of words,” she said, realizing he wanted to downplay the seriousness of their situation. “You’re also counting on Braxton’s complete compliance.”

  “He’ll comply,” Dante assured her. “I can be very resourceful and in this case, Billy is our ticket inside. He’ll open his door to the rookie and his number one enemy will stroll right in.”

  As she considered all the material Dante would potentially hand over to Braxton, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. “It won’t be that simple, Dante. You know it.”

  He winked. “The power of posit
ive thinking is a wonderful tool too few people are smart enough to use. There may be an obstacle here or there, but if we face them, we’ll overcome them. You’ll see.”

  Bringing closure to the conversation, he lifted her shirt and stared at her breasts, nearly spilling from the cups as he unlatched the front hook. “Dear God, you are beautiful.” He lowered his head and lapped at her nipple, tweaking the other one with his finger and thumb. “I want to do this for you, Brooklyn.”

  “For me?”

  “Yes.”

  “What if I don’t want to sleep with Billy?” she asked, trying to sound serious, but far too intrigued to turn away such a loaded proposition.

  “You’ll probably hurt his feelings and wound his ego,” Dante replied, sliding his hands down the front of her clothing before wedging his fingers underneath her thong. Thrusting two digits inside her pussy, he jerked his arm back and forth until she moaned.

  “I…don’t give…a—oh my God, don’t stop—a…damn about Billy’s wounded pride.”

  Dante stopped moving. His fingers stilled inside her. Then, a slow smile claimed his lips. “Yes you do.”

  “No, I really don’t,” she rasped. “I care about you. I’m worried you won’t be able to handle another man touching me.”

  Working his fingers in a scissor-like motion, Dante wound her up as tightly as an old ticking timekeeper, stroking her to the top of a most arousing hour. Then, he withdrew his hand, snapped her thong in place, and abandoned her.

  He was leaving unfinished business, deserting her so another man could take over and complete the job he refused to see all the way through.

  “I’ve watched past girlfriends take other men to bed. It’s a turn on. If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Not with you. It would be too risky.”

  “Were you in love with any of your past lovers?” she asked, knowing he hadn’t been. “Martino once told me you’d never been in love before.”

  “I’ve been in love,” he said, brushing her bangs away from her face. “I’ve always been head-over-heels in love with you. And more than once I imagined you in my bed, making love to me and fucking another. Maybe that’s corrupt. Maybe there’s a perversion only you can stir inside me. Whatever it is, I can unconditionally love you, while sharing you with someone else, if I know your heart belongs to me.”

  “Then show me how you love me,” she said, temporarily leaving him. She pushed him against the mattress and straddled him, working with his fly. Once she freed him, she dragged his jeans with her and knelt to the floor, leaving bunched denim around his ankles long enough to untie his shoes then simultaneously discard his loafers and jeans.

  Cupping his sac, she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked, toying with his balls as her tongue whipped around his size.

  “Dear God, woman. What you do to me.”

  She hummed against his cock, sliding up and down, licking and sucking. She gave him an intense blow, her fingers gently rubbing against his scrotum as she consumed his cock.

  Her pussy was on fire, burning with such anticipation, she could only think of one way to cool the flames.

  “Fuck!” he screamed as she tightened her suction and took him to her throat. He sat in a jackknifed position. His hands flattened against the bed. He pumped his hips forward as he rocked with her moves, his cock tapping against her tonsils.

  Slurping noises resounded. Using his muscular legs for support, she squeezed his thighs, bobbing her head up and down.

  “Now, baby,” he said, warning her of delicious things to come. She slurped again and his hot cum shot down her throat, leaving her to tone her reflexes. She swallowed as quickly as she could, gripping his dick in one hand in order to somewhat control the steady stream of his creamy release.

  Making a soft gurgling noise in the back of her throat, she closed around his size. She dragged her tongue up and down his shaft enjoying the way he continued to pulse inside her mouth, the taut veins of his cock relaxing.

  “Hmm,” she rasped, rising over him, crawling up his body.

  “You liked that, did you?”

  “Very much,” she whispered, kissing him. She held his head steady as her tongue dipped between his lips. “I like being in control.”

  “I’ve noticed,” he said, his panting coming to a halt. “Come over here, my little control freak.”

  She stripped off her hot pink sweatpants and slipped her arms out of her bra. Throwing her clothes across the room, she swung her leg over his hips as if she were mounting a horse.

  His gaze fell to her waxed pussy and he growled, licking his lips as if he might have other plans in store.

  “Oh no you don’t,” she said, directing his penis between her intimate lips. “I already know what you can do with that tongue of yours.” She placed her hands at the back of her head and her body undulated, swaying with his movements as his flaccid cock quickly stiffened.

  “You know what I can do with my tongue but you haven’t figured out what I can do with my cock?”

  She tossed her head back over her shoulders and cupped her breasts, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over her hard nipples. “I know how you move, Dante, but generally you fuck me up against a wall or bend me over the nearest piece of furniture. Right now this is what I need, so shut up and fuck me.”

  She stretched her arms high above her head and moaned aloud as his cock thrummed inside her. “Now it’s my turn to show you how I can move when I’m riding on top.”

  She became a seductress in motion. He watched her as if he were totally mesmerized.

  Billy had quietly entered the bedroom right as she’d disrobed. She’d pretended not to notice him, but she knew he was there. She’d heard his footsteps behind them.

  She knew he waited, watched, and wanted. And that in itself was like a stimulating mind fuck, one she couldn’t wait to compare to the real thing.

  Chapter Seven

  She’d just collapsed atop Dante’s body when Billy joined them. His body weight moved the mattress when he sat beside them and Brooklyn turned her head, mashing one cheek against Dante’s belly as her fingers strummed through the hairs on his chest.

  He wasn’t exactly sure how to start his pursuit of her, and Dante wasn’t helping matters. He kept a protective arm curved round her waist. The other limb bent around his head as if he’d taken the opportunity to flex his muscle, ward off any perceived competition.

  “Have you changed your mind?” Billy asked, dragging his finger down the center of Brooklyn’s back.

  Even though Brooklyn’s chest was pressed against Dante’s, he saw one of her perky nipples take form, extending enough for him to see her arousal building again with the touch from a stranger’s hand, a man she’d yet to experience. Appreciating the level of intense longing building between them, he stroked the small of her back with a flat palm, massaging her until her shoulders relaxed.

  “I haven’t,” Dante said, peering down the bridge of his nose at the lovely woman who undoubtedly would become Mrs. Mancini again. This time Brooklyn would marry a man who deserved her. One who would properly respect and love her, something his cousin Martino never managed to do. “Are you having second thoughts, sweetness?”

  She shook her head and without further provocation, flipped over. Her back remained at Dante’s chest.

  Realizing he’d been rendered speechless, he spread her legs, dragging them over Dante’s as he situated himself between her parted thighs. Tempted to immediately sheath himself and plunge right inside the depths of her pussy, he reminded himself of the fucking he’d witnessed.

  The lovemaking had been intense and provided him with all the foreplay he’d need, but the climax between the couple had been long and drawn out, rough and rowdy. Without a doubt, Dante had drained her of additional energy stores, fucking her until there was hardly anything left for a threesome, a new union.

  Deciding to take a gentleman’s approach, he leaned over her. Holding a condom in his tightl
y clenched fist, he joined hands with her, leaving the packet in her palm as he kissed her.

  Her lips were dry, but he moistened them. They didn’t part on their own, but with a little persuasion, he separated them for her, licking his way through the seam of her lips until their tongues were fluttering back and forth, giving and taking.

  Dante growled behind them. He shifted his weight and his hands dropped to her waist. With a sudden lift, he moved her to one side, reached for the nightstand and opened a drawer. Retrieving a tube of lubricant, he handed the small object to Billy and nodded. “You have a better view up there.”

  Sliding her over him again, Dante used his feet to spread her legs more and Billy tampered with the foil covering the top of the new lube tube. Using his teeth to peel back the covering, he opened the oily substance and doused his fingers.

  As if she quickly understood, Brooklyn took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she watched him through wide eyes, creating a magical moment designed to take a man’s breath away. Her nipples were hard gems, beaded to perfection. As his mouth watered at the sight of her, she stuffed her fingers between her lips and moistened three digits.

  With her hand curved, she dragged her fingers between her mounds, raking her fingertips back and forth over her breasts, awakening her desires, becoming more alert and aroused, ready and eager.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Dante said.

  “I am,” she rasped.

  Without wasting another moment, Billy pressed his fingers to her rectum, slowly penetrating her with one finger, then two. When her bottom flared, puckering with acceptance, he stuffed another finger inside, twirling the digits higher and higher.

  “More,” she said, sliding her arm down the length of her body and playing with her clit. “Give me more, Billy.”

  He dropped his head to her chest. With one hand next to their body, he supported himself as he kissed her nipple, sucking the tight gem between his teeth and devouring her fullness. His fingers worked in and out, up and down, stretching and preparing her for more intense loving, a front to back impalement.