MOB BOSS 6: THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI (Mob Boss Series)

by Monroe, Mallory

  “I ask you again,” he said to her, moving closer into her personal space. “Where the fuck were you?”

  Trina knew how intimidating Reno could be. She knew how grown men would blink if Reno Gabrini got in their face the way he was in hers. But that was exactly why she stood her ground. “I went to lunch,” she said. “That’s where I was. At lunch.”

  They were now within an inch of each other and she, too, was now well aware of his presence, of his masculinity.

  “Who did you go to lunch with?” he asked her, his mouth moving closer to hers.

  Trina felt his closeness and swallowed hard. “Gem and Liz,” she said, looking at his mouth, and the way his lip curled down in that Elvis drop along the tip.

  “Gem and who?” Reno asked, his sky-blue eyes now staring at her mouth. He didn’t mean to do it, but he licked his lip.

  Her entire body tightened with lust when his tongue moved across those lips she was now dying to feel on her mouth again. “Liz,” she replied. “Gemma and Liz. You know Liz.”

  “I do?” Reno asked this as if their conversation was as inconsequential to him now as the name she just mentioned. He placed his finger on her full, African lips and rubbed across them.

  “Yes,” Trina said breathlessly. “You know her.”

  And that small breath that escaped from her mouth did it for Reno. He placed his hands on either side of her face and captured her mouth with his own. He kissed her so hard and so passionately that it staggered her. They moved as one backwards, until her back was slammed against the wall. And then he pulled her into his arms and took full possession of her mouth.

  Trina wrapped her arms around Reno as she felt the full force of his tongue circling hers and pulling hers and making her feel as if they hadn’t kissed in years. He slung her suit coat off of her small body as he continued to kiss her, causing it to drop to the floor where they stood, and then he lifted her blouse and bra over her head, dropping them too. He hoisted her body up until her big breasts were in his face, and he began kissing them with the same fervor he kissed her lips.

  Trina held on as Reno bit her nipples and sucked her mounds. She held even firmer as he slung her skirt up to her waist and tore open the seat of her panties as if they were nothing more than a two-for-one pair she picked up at Walmart.

  But Reno wasn’t thinking about the price of the clothes she wore. He was on a mission. Tearing her panties gave him a shortcut entrance to what he wanted most. His heart was pounding when he opened her legs and rubbed her.

  He began unbuckling and unzipping his own pants as his need for her was becoming more and more urgent. Trina knew what was coming next. This would be the first round. This would be the can’t wait round. Because it had been a week. She knew her husband. She knew he could barely go without sex with her for a day. He already had pre-cum, and she was already wet, because it had been an entire week, and Reno was about to explode.

  His penis was already ripe and erect when he pulled it out of his pants. And he couldn’t help it. He rammed it into her. He couldn’t wait a second longer. This wasn’t about foreplay. This wasn’t about making long, passionate love to her. This was about filling her. He had to fill her up again. He had to experience being inside his wife in a way that made him saturate her with his love.

  He moved through her wetness with a need that bordered on desperation. Trina felt the need too as he began to fuck her. She felt him slide along her ridges as only Reno knew how to do. She felt his fullness as his masterful strokes took him further and further in. Her vagina began to tingle as he kept hitting her spot as if he were hitting a bulls eye. She heard his grunts as he penetrated deeper still. She moaned as he kept hitting her right where she needed his lashing the most.

  Reno was looking at her as he fucked her. Her hair had fallen in her gorgeous face and her black body was bucking with his every gyration. “Yes. Baby. Yes,” he kept saying as he stroked her. She kept moaning in a way that let him know he was on target. And he kept pushing into her, stalking her pussy, targeting it, until she couldn’t take another thrash.

  She began to pulsate so intensely that she had no choice but to cum. Her pulsation, and the way her cum caused her to squeeze her vaginal muscles around his dick with such a tight grip, made it impossible for him to hold on a second longer. He immediately poured out. He poured into her with a drenching pour. He poured into her with his own cum that made him lean against her and throb near the point of popping veins. It felt so intense to Reno, to once again feel his wife’s pussy, that he began to feel his knees buckle.

  He fell to his knees, taking her down with him. And then even his knees lost all strength and he wrapped her in his arms as he laid on the floor, onto his back, completely spent.

  It would be another ten minutes before he could gather up the strength to lift himself, and his wife, and take her to bed.

  She was on her stomach in bed and he was entering her again. This time from the back. This time it was a long, slow, steady fuck. Reno was lying down, on top of his wife’s back, and his muscular body was gyrating her with precision strikes that had him hitting, not various sweet spots around her vagina, but that one sweet spot. Over and over again.

  Trina loved when he fucked her this way. It felt as if an hard but sensual object was teasing her when he fucked her this way. And he knew how to make it last. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She loved the weight of his naked body on top of her naked body. She loved the smell of his sex as he stroked her without a hint of ever stopping.

  This was how he made passionate love to her. That first fuck was all about relieving tension and marking territory. Trina understood that. Reno was still upset with her for not meeting his plane. He still harbored some anger toward her for not letting any of his flunkies know where she was. He was the kind of man who wasn’t going to stop reminding her who she belonged to, and the way he fucked her in their living room was a searing reminder. In some ways it was a merciless reminder. It felt good, and it fulfilled its job, but it felt like a punishment too.

  This time was different. Reno was expressing love, not love mixed with anger. He was taking his time with her. He was reminding her, not of his possessiveness, but of his tenderness. And she preferred it this way.

  She, in fact, loved it so much that she began to moan just as he began to grunt. It was as if they were completely in sync. It was getting too good for both of them. And his strokes began to increase. What felt like a rod teasing her, now felt like a rod digging in. He was moving deeper and deeper in. He was still moving along that same side pocket. He was still feeling the tightness of that special universe deep within her. He was still coasting along, loving every second of the feel of her, the texture of her cunt, until she came. He had been holding back, fighting for control, and waiting for her release.

  When it came, it came like a tidal wave. Trina kept trying to arch up, hitting her ass against his nakedness, as the deepness of his penetration heightened her cum. And she grabbed the sheets and closed her eyes and did all she could to endure his continued thrashing. It felt too good. It felt too intense. But she endured it.

  Her endurance alone broke him, and he came with a powerful release of his own. He screamed her name as he poured into her. Veins appeared on his neck as he poured out. He poured out so much that it began to drip out. His thick dick throbbed inside of her with such ferocity that she began to feel those electrifying sensations ripple through her, and she came yet again.

  Later that same day Trina was sitting in the kitchen, at the granite countertop of their huge center island, feeding Dominic. Dommi sat in his high chair gladly eating his meal, and Trina treaded carefully, as she was decked down in another suit Reno bought her, this one a double-breasted, periwinkle blue pantsuit that fit her like a glove, and she didn’t want it covered in her baby’s food before she could even leave the house. When Reno entered the room in a bathrobe, Dommi began patting his hands and grinning.

  “Daddy!” he said jovially.


  “Hey there boy! You eating up all my food?”

  Dommi grinned and nodded his head.

  Reno laughed and then looked at Trina. She looked like a princess to him. He looked gorgeous to her too, even with his wild hair and five o’clock shadow, but he still looked tired. “How long was I asleep?” he asked as he approached her.

  Trina straightened her strained back and thought about it. “Three hours,” she said.

  “Geez,” Reno said as he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. He kissed his son on the forehead. “I’ll bet every member of my senior staff has been calling for me.”

  “Not just your senior staff,” Trina corrected him. “Your junior staff, your just got here staff, and the cleaning crew too.”

  Reno laughed.

  “I do believe every member of your staff has tried to call you, now that word is out that you’re back.”

  “What did you tell them?”

  “I told them to get real. You’re not available until tomorrow morning. You won’t be in the office at all today, and I told them so.”

  Reno grinned and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl on the counter. “They’re gonna love that.”

  “They hated it, but I don’t even care. They act like they can’t make any decision at all without your input. I told them not to bug you while you were on business in Florida, but I know they did.”

  “Every single day,” Reno said as he wiped his apple on his bathrobe and then bit into it.

  “I know they did,” Trina nodded. “But I blame you more than them because you can put a stop to it. They know the chain of command. But because you answer every time they call, they choose not to follow the chain. You need to put a stop to it, Reno.”

  “I will. It’s just a hectic time right now.”

  “Don’t even try that same excuse. It’s always hectic. That’s nothing new.”

  Reno snorted and glanced down at Trina. She looked especially impressive, he thought, with her hair in that nice, bouncy underthrow. “I guess you won’t be taking the rest of the day off with me.”

  “It’s after five. There’s no rest of the day to take off. Unlike you, I know when to end my work day.”

  “Yeah, right. You’re as bad as I am.”

  Trina had to smile on that.

  “So what’s with the outfit if you aren’t going into the office?”

  “I’m going to meet a realtor.”

  “A realtor?” Reno asked. “What the fuck you meeting a realtor for?”

  Trina looked at her husband. “Nice language around the baby, Reno. Very nice. He’s going to grow up thinking the f-word is a lullaby!”

  Reno laughed. “Just answer my question,” he said. “What you need a realtor for?”

  Here goes, Trina thought. “Me, Gem, Liz, and Lee have plans to open a high-end boutique.”

  “And Lee? Lee Jones?”

  “Yeah. Your Lee Jones. He’s agreed to give us technical support.”

  “But a boutique, Tree? What the fu . . .” Then he looked at his son. “Why?” he asked Trina.

  “Because we think it’ll be a good business move for us.”

  “Oh, Tree! You can barely get your work done here at the PaLargio. When are you gonna have time to run a boutique?”

  “I won’t run the day to day. Liz will do that, with input from Lee. Gemma will provide all of the legal assistance and handle all of the paperwork, and I’ll provide the financial backing.”

  “The money?”

  “Right,” Trina said and looked at him. “Your money, in other words.”

  “Nonsense,” Reno said and took another bite of the apple. “My money is your money. I don’t give a fu. . . damn about that. I just don’t want you stretched too thin. I’ve owned small businesses before. They can wear you down faster than a big business ever can.”

  “But I won’t be handling the day to day. I’ll provide the upfront cash flow and that’s all.”

  “You’re dreaming if you think that’s all you’ll be involved with. A problem comes up, what you gonna do? Leave it to the others to handle? Hell no. I know you like I know the back of my hand. You’re a control freak, Tree. You aren’t about to give up that kind of control to anyone. The only reason you give up control to me is because I make you give it up.”

  “You make me?”

  “Yeah I make your ass! Otherwise you’ll have me in a dress around this motherfucker day in and day out. You’ll have me dusting furniture and washing dishes while you run the hotel. Then when your bossy ass got home you’d be running me around the bedroom.”

  Trina laughed so hard at that she snorted like a pig. “Boy quit!” she said between laughs.

  Then she settled back down. “But I’m glad you finally admitted it,” she said. “You are a control freak bar none, and you finally admitted it.”

  “Yeah, uh-huh,” Reno said with a nod of his head. “Your ass wasn’t complaining about my control a few hours ago.”

  Trina could still feel the effects of all of that control he put on her. She grinned. “I wanted to laugh out loud when you fell to your knees after our little encounter in the living room. I said, dang! Reno’s getting old as hell!”

  “Very funny,” Reno said with a smile on his face. He had a few years on Trina, he understood that, but he was still every bit the man he used to be. “You didn’t mention what I did to you after that performance in the living room. You failed to mention that little stud of a performance.”

  Trina shook her head. “What a humble man you are,” she said.

  Reno shook his shoulder. “Yeah, I got your humility right here,” he said, squeezing his balls. “Right here, Trina. Right here.”

  Then the front door of the penthouse could be heard opening. “Ma, you home?” Jimmy Mack’s voice could be heard.

  Reno and Trina both smiled. It was as if they were relieved whenever they heard Jimmy’s voice.

  “In the kitchen,” Trina yelled back. Jimmy was her stepson, Reno’s child years before she met him, but she treated Jimmy as if he was her own blood.

  “I wanted to run something by you before Dad gets here,” he was saying just as he was entering the kitchen. When he saw that Dad was already there, he stopped in his tracks. He was an interracial young man, half-black, half-white, with curly hair and a light-brown complexion. Many people often assumed Trina was his mother because Trina, like his now-deceased biological mother, was black too.

  He looked at his father. “You’re back already?” he asked.

  “Well thanks a lot,” Reno replied, shaking his head. “What a wonderful welcome. I haven’t seen you in a week and that’s all you can say when you see me?”

  Jimmy laughed. He certainly missed his father’s biting humor. “Welcome home, Dad,” he said and hurried to embrace him.

  Reno heartily embraced him. But this was no laughing matter for Reno. He closed his eyes and soaked up the feel, the smell, everything about his son. He missed his family so much! If he had any tech savvy at all, he would have used Skype or a webcam or whatever it was they used nowadays to physically see his family while he was on the road. But Reno was about as technocratic as a ninety year old in the rest home, and he never bothered.

  And Trina didn’t try to teach him. The way she saw it, he barely had time for them in the real world, how in the heck would he find time for them in the virtual world?

  When they stopped embracing, Reno kept his hands on his son’s waist. “You’re getting bigger every day,” he said proudly. Jimmy’s slender body was gaining muscle, and with his good looks Reno knew he was going to be a smash with the ladies. But he also had an impulsiveness about him that worried Reno, and that made him still immature in Reno’s book.

  “I’m still working out,” Jimmy said. “Carter says I’m a natural at it.”

  “Didn’t I tell you? He’s a good trainer.”

  “Yes, sir, you were right.”

  Dommi grinned. Jimmy moved away from Reno and smiled at his brother. “Hey,
baby boy! How you doing, baby boy?”

  “He’s getting his eat on,” Trina said as she continued to feed her son. “That’s how he’s doing.” She looked up at Jimmy. “But how are you doing?”

  Jimmy nodded, although Trina saw some apprehension in his eyes. “I’m doing great actually,” he said.

  “Great?” Reno asked. “Does this great have something to do with what you wanted to run by my wife before I got home?”

  Jimmy smiled sheepishly. “You heard that?”

  “I heard that. So give. I know you tell Trina everything about your life nowadays and tell me nothing, but do tell what you wanted to run by her. What is it?”

  Jimmy leaned over the center island, resting the back of his arms on it. Reno was always taken by his beauty. If he could contain that dark side he inherited from Reno’s side of the family, then Reno believed the kid could go far. He could run the PaLargio himself someday.

  “I wanted to see if it was a good idea,” Jimmy said.

  “If what was a good idea?”

  Jimmy ran his hand through his soft, curly hair, not unlike the way his father was always doing. Trina took it as a sign that whatever Jimmy was about to tell them was a big deal to him.

  “Well spit it out, boy,” impatient Reno said. “You wanted to know if what was a good idea?”

  “A double date,” Jimmy said.

  Reno and Trina glanced at each other, and then Reno looked back at Jimmy. “A double date?”

  “Yeah. You and Ma with me and my girl.”

  Reno frowned. “What girl?”

  Jimmy smiled. “The one I’ve been dating for nearly a year now, Dad,” he said.

  Reno was floored. “You’ve been dating some girl for a year? I never saw you with a girl once. I was wondering if you were---”