The Midnight Club

by Love, Michelle

  “Well, that’s a lie, baby. I should call the cops and tell them you need to make a report.” He takes out his cell to make the call.

  I stop him. “What’ll happen to me if I file charges against a mafia princess, Bastien?”

  He puts the phone down and frowns. “I didn’t think about that, Rainy. Shit!”

  “I can act like I simply don’t remember. There are no cameras to catch any outside action at the club. Nor inside either, for that matter. I’ll stay away from that place and you. I can’t be involved in shit like this. Look what it’s done to me.” I feel like crying, but the numbness inside of me with what I have to do is more overwhelming than the sadness from losing Bastien is causing me.

  “If you think I’m going to step out of your life so I can keep my fucking job, you’re insane, Rainy Matthews. I just found you. I’m not about to let you go. I’ll deal with that bitch myself. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll make things right. Just you watch. And don’t ever talk about staying away from me again. I love you, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

  “You love me?” I mumble, as I can’t believe he’s said the words.

  He nods and kisses my lips gently. “I do. And I can take care of everything. You just get better. You’re right about one thing. You’re never going near that club again. And after I speak with Mr. DeMarco, neither am I.”

  “What’re you going to do, Bastien?”

  “You don’t need to worry about that. I got this handled, baby. And I can’t help but notice that I told you that I love you, but you’ve yet to tell me that you love me. Which I know you do.”

  With a smile, I say, “I do love you too. And it feels good to finally say it and hear it.”

  “I agree,” he says, then kisses me again. “And you’re moving in with me. I’ll move all your things while you recuperate at our place. And I’ll help you stay current with your classes. I’ll be right by your side through all of this. I promise you that.”

  “You’ll have to work,” I remind him.

  “You let me take care of the details, baby. I have your back.” And with one more kiss, he begins to feed me the sandwich, and I have a glimmer of hope that things can work out.

  Sebastien

  The afternoon sun shines down on Mr. DeMarco as I make my way to him. I asked him to meet me in the park to discuss some things he might want to take care of. I take a seat at the other end of the bench as I greet him.

  “Mr. DeMarco, thank you for meeting me here. I have a problem, and so do you.”

  “And how’s that, Ladies’ Man?”

  “Your daughter has committed a crime against my fiancée.”

  “I didn’t realize you had a fiancée,” he says as he pulls his shades down to peer over them at me.

  “I just asked Rainy to marry me this morning. She said yes,” I let him know.

  “Congratulations. And I happen to know that Miss Matthews was run over by a car. My daughter had nothing to do with that accident.”

  “Well, that’s what we’re allowing everyone to believe. But the truth is that Annette and some other person, most likely a man, beat Rainy up, causing a broken arm and a concussion. And the doctor agrees the injuries are not consistent with the first theory.”

  “And why is this doctor not making that known to the police?” he asks me as he crosses his short legs.

  “Because Rainy’s told him that she can’t recall who attacked her. But she does recall all of it. She’s holding her tongue as a courtesy to your organization. She and I respect it and you, sir. We don’t wish for any trouble. Can I expect you to deal with your daughter?”

  With a nod from the man, I see we can work things out. My history with the men I work for has been good. At least I can be thankful for that.

  “You will be leaving our employment, then?” he asks.

  “I will, sir. I see no reason to further this situation. If I’m out of sight, then I should soon get out of Annette’s mind. She’s developed an infatuation for me. And that’s never healthy. I don’t blame her. But I do blame her for what she did to the woman I love.”

  “As you should,” he says. “I didn’t raise her to be an animal. And I thank you for coming to me and allowing me to handle this, Mr. Breden.”

  “Thank you, sir. I have the utmost respect for you. Rainy and I both do.”

  “You stop by the club around five before everyone gets there this evening. I’ll have a little package for you. A severance package that’ll let you and your fiancée know how much I appreciate your discretion with this little matter.”

  “I’ll be there, sir.” Getting up, I walk away and feel relief washing over me.

  Rainy

  The stars over the thatch roof of the cabana we’re spending our honeymoon in are brilliant. “The sky is so clear out here in Fiji,” I remark as I give his hand a squeeze.

  “It is. Too bad the week’s almost up. I think I could live in a place like this. A bigger house might be nice, though,” Bastien says, then rolls over with me, pinning me to the deck in front of the cabana.

  “This year has passed so quickly,” I say as I run my hand through his hair.

  “It has. And so many great things have happened. The more than considerate severance pay was excellent. The move to San Diego. The jobs at Sea World we’ve gained. And now we’re married, and soon we’ll start our family. And to think that we came from the same place and never realized we were meant to be, Rainy. It’s crazy, huh?”

  “What’s crazy is how long it took us to figure that all out. How about you take me into our little hut and remind me why it is I married your sexy ass?”

  With a quick movement, he’s up, and I’m in his arms. Moments later, I’m tossed on the bed, wearing only a bikini that he takes off quickly then drops his trunks. “Man, I love island life and island clothes. They’re just so damn easy to get out of.”

  “I agree,” I say as I hold out my arms for him to come into.

  He moves into them and delivers a sweet kiss to my kiss swollen lips. Even though we’ve been together a little over a year, we’ve made out and made love like rabbits on this honeymoon.

  My body aches in the most excellent way from all the sex. His hands move over my body as his kiss turns into something that reminds me of a hungry animal. Harder and harder it becomes, making the heat build between us and in my lower regions.

  His hands find mine, then he pulls them over my head, holding them down as he pushes his now erect cock into me. I arch up as he enters me. When he and I connect, it never fails to send vibrations of sheer electricity through me. I shudder with a chill that follows the heat that moves all over my body.

  In and out he goes, as my heart rate and breathing increases. With every deft stroke, he takes me further and further away. All I can do is concentrate on his scent, his sounds, and how it feels when he takes my body over.

  His muscles ripple with every movement, and I long to feel them as they move. But he has my hands held down, stopping me. I arch up to him to feel his stomach with mine. I can feel his strong thighs as they move over mine.

  My stomach goes tight as I feel the first twinge of an impending orgasm. But I like to wait for him, so I try to get him to where I’m at. I bite his shoulder and he groans then bites my neck, and I make a noise that sounds like a wild animal.

  One bite after another, he makes, and I do the same until we’re both quivering with need and he finally says, “Cum for me, baby.”

  I let go with a loud moan, and he follows right along with me. Our bodies shudder and jerk with the connection that leaves us spent. He falls on me and whispers, “I love you, Rainy Breden.”

  “And I love you, Bastien. I always will.”

  The End

  The Midnight Club Epilogue

  The Midnight Club

  Epilogue

  Eight years after the horrific events which took the lives of two of The Midnight Club, and almost ended the life of Orianthi Roy, Ori and Maceo are the parent
s to a five-year old son, Dario, and are blissfully happy together. With Dario staying with his ‘aunt and uncle’, Lisander and Kate Duarte, Ori and Maceo escape from work and vacation in the Maldives to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

  Two weeks of sun, sand and some definitely kinky sex is marred when a young woman, becomes to stalk them. Writing the young woman off as merely a nuisance, however, could prove a fatal mistake and Maceo finds himself once again terrified of losing the woman he loves…

  The Midnight Club

  Epilogue

  Maceo Bartoli shared an amused glance with his friend. Lisander Duarte grinned back at him as his wife, Kate, and Maceo’s own wife, Ori fussed over Maceo’s young son, Dario.

  ‘You’ll be okay, right?’ Ori said, hugging her dark-haired son to her as if she never wanted to let him go. Dario squirmed in her arms.

  ‘Mama! Lemme go…’ he whined and so she did. He immediately ran off to find his friends, the Duarte’s children, Max and Eliza. Ori stood up and gave a dramatic sigh.

  ‘That child is stone cold,’ she shook her head in mock-sadness, then grinned. ‘He’s all yours!’

  Kate grimaced. ‘Thanks – you know you two are really going to owe me big for this. Next time, you get our two and we,’ she indicated her and Lisander, ‘get to go have kinky sex in paradise.’

  ‘Deal,’ Maceo said, putting his arm around Ori, ‘and you two should also take a good long look at this woman’s head.’

  The other three looked confused and Maceo chuckled. ‘Because,’ and he lowered his voice in a way he didn’t used to have to before kids arrived, ‘I’m actually going to fuck her brains out.’

  Ori turned scarlet and hid her face in his chest as Kate and Lisander howled with laughter.

  ***

  Onboard Maceo’s private plane, heading towards the Indian Ocean, they laughed about what he had said. Ori sighed happily and looked at her husband of the last few years. At forty-seven, Maceo Bartoli was even more handsome than when she’d first met him; his green eyes clear, his dark curls scattered with flecks of grey. His boyish face had matured, his body as hard and muscled as ever.

  He grinned at her scrutiny. ‘You like what you see?’

  Ori smiled back, her eyes sleepy with desire. ‘Always…although you seem to have too many clothes on.’

  He laughed and put his drink down, standing, and offering her his hand. ‘Well, if Madam would like to accompany me to the bedroom…’

  She took his hand and he led her back to the private bedroom at the back of the plane. He locked the door behind them, then pushed Ori against the wall. She grinned. ‘Maceo?’

  His lips were at her throat. ‘Bella?’

  She nipped his earlobe with her teeth. ‘Fucking nail me.’

  With a growl, he tore open her dress, tugging her bra roughly down so he could take her nipple in his mouth as his hands slid under her skirt and tugged her panties down. Ori’s fevered fingers found his zipper, felt his cock already huge and throbbing against her palm. Maceo hooked her leg over his shoulder and lifted her, and she guided him inside her as they fucked against the bedroom wall.

  ‘God, Ori, you’re so fucking wet.’ Maceo’s mouth found hers and his kiss was rough and deep and sent her senses reeling. His cock thrust deep inside her harder and deeper as she clawed at his back with her fingers and when he came, she felt the force of his thick, creamy cum shooting deep into her belly.

  Ori climaxed twice in quick succession; Maceo’s cock, and his thumb stroking her swollen clit sending her skyward. Afterward, he lowered her to the bed and covered her body with his.

  ‘Have you any idea, Mrs. Bartoli, how damn beautiful you are?’ His eyes were intense upon hers, his entire focus on her. She could feel his cock already growing stiff again as they kissed, and she wound her legs around him as he entered her again. They moved slowly this time, eyes locked, lips against lips.

  ‘Ti amo, Maceo,’ she whispered, ‘cum on my belly, will you?’

  Maceo grinned. ‘My pleasure…then I’m going to fuck your perfect ass until you beg me to stop.’

  Ori squirmed with delight. ‘You’ll be waiting a long time if you’re waiting for that…never stop.’

  Maceo began to thrust harder then, and she gasped as he filled her completely. ‘Your cunt is like silk,’ he whispered, trailing his lips along her jawline, ’I’ll never get tired of being inside you, il mio amore…god, I love to fuck you, my wonderful Ori.’

  He thrust deeper and she cried out as she came and he pulled out, the beautiful look on her face as she came like a shot of heroin to him, and he ejaculated onto her belly in thick reams of cum, before massaging it into her soft skin. They lay panting, trying to reclaim their breath, as Maceo stroked her belly. He traced the fading scars, the reminders of the horrors they had been through together. Even though their happiness was everything, he could never shake that terrible night when he stepped back into his car and turned to find Ori stabbed and dying. Seth Cantor had done that to her, almost gutting her because of his damn obsession with her.

  Ori had killed Seth, when he’d tried it again, the day both Maceo and Ori had almost died. He had never forgiven Seth, and never would, but finally, they had found happiness and joy, especially when Dario had been born.

  Now, he looked forward to the next two weeks with his beautiful wife in a place where they had always wanted to go. The Maldives. A little private beach hut on the water; snorkeling, hiking the islands, eating and drinking, but mostly, exploring the limits of their sex life. Since Dario had been born, they’d had sex as regularly but had to tone down some of their more wilder peccadillos. This holiday, they planned to revisit them all – and try some new ones.

  He looked down at Ori now, and she reached up to stroke his face. ‘I love you so much,’ she said simply and he smiled.

  ‘You are my world, Orianthi. Now, be a good girl and lay still while I perform a full body check.’

  She giggled and as he moved down he bed, he grinned up at her. ‘Yes, I see your belly is still the most fucking sexy thing, let me just…’ And he rimmed her navel with his tongue, dipping into it. She shivered with pleasure and Maceo chuckled, knowing that always got her going. He slipped his hand between her legs, feeling her cunt still slick with his cum, and slid two fingers into her, his thumb strumming a rhythm on her clit. ‘Ori?’

  ‘Yes?’ A gasp.

  ‘I’m going to make you cum so hard now. Turn onto your belly, sweetheart.’

  With a moan, she obeyed and he parted her perfect buttocks and pushed his rampant cock into her ass slowly, teasing her. ’Ori? I want you to put your fingers into your cunt for me and stroke yourself while I fuck you. Do you understand?’

  Another moan, a nod. Maceo smiled. When she gave herself to him like this, he felt like the king of the world. He hooked her arms under her shoulders and as he thrust, he bent her back, his hands massaging her breasts. She cried out as she came again and again, the pain of her back being bent backward spurring her on. Maceo shuddered through a gentle climax, more concerned about Ori’s pleasure but knowing he ruled her body at this moment.

  ‘Ti amo, ti amo…’

  He couldn’t stop saying it as he pulled out and came on her buttocks before turning her gently and kissing her mouth. ‘God, never stop fucking me,’ she said, completely exhausted.

  They slept then, and then showered, fucking each other in the warm spray. Maceo looked out of the window as they towel dried themselves afterward. ‘We’re still a few hours away. We’ll be stopping in Paris to refuel.’

  Ori, who had been looking for fresh underwear, dumped it back in her bag. ‘Then I guess I won’t need this for another couple of hours.’

  Maceo grinned. ‘Guess you won’t. I am kinda hungry, though, and not just for your delicious body.’

  Ori laughed. ‘Well, you know, I’m always up for food.’ She grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head before realizing Maceo had ripped all the buttons from the front. ‘Ah.’
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  Maceo snorted. ‘Sorry. But I kind of like the peekaboo.’ She flashed a boob at him. ’Tease.’

  ‘Feed me.’

  They went back out to the main cabin. Maceo called the flight attendant, who called the chef. Ori boggled at Maceo. ‘You have a chef on board?’

  ‘Of course?’

  ‘Even after all these years, Maceo Bartoli, you still surprise me.’

  The meal was phenomenal; succulent steaks, prepared with a truffle sauce, with a fondant potato. Ori swooned over the flavors. ‘Your chef needs to be in our house, Maceo, not on a plane.’

  He chuckled. ‘I’ll pass along your praise.’

  Afterward, they slumped into their seats, Ori’s hand on her belly. ‘See, now I can’t move.’

  Maceo grinned, his eyes mischievous. ‘Who says we have to move? I’m happy just to look?’

  ‘Really? Okay then…’ Slowly, Ori pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wide, her sex red and swollen from the beating his cock had given it, but glistening with arousal.

  Maceo whistled between his teeth. ‘With the exception of your perfect face, Ori, that’s the most fucking beautiful sight on Earth.’

  ‘I’ve shown you mine…’ she teased and, grinning, he unzipped his pants, his cock springing up from his lap, stiffening as he took in the sight of her. She crawled from her chair, over to him and took him in her mouth, trailing her tongue up the long, thick shaft, then teasing the sensitive tip with her tongue. Maceo groaned, his head falling back against the chair.

  ‘That’s it, my love, just relax.’ Ori whispered before her mouth swept again over the wide crest of him, the silky feel of his skin belying the rigid, diamond-hard muscle within. She massaged his balls gently as she sucked him, her other hand on his chest, teasing his nipples.