Afon

by Esther E. Schmidt

  He grabs a bag that’s next to his jacket, one I didn’t even notice he had when he came in…must have been busy ogling his shoulders.

  “First this one. I had it made special for you. Your brother told me how you’re always hiding tiny throwing stars in your bra and knives strapped to your thighs underneath your dress when you’re out. But I’d like to give you something personal and yet it’s useful when you ever have the need and nothing’s close.” Afon hands me a black velvet case.

  The moment I open it I’m stunned to silence. Taking out the silver pendant that’s on an elegant necklace, it’s breathtakingly beautiful.

  “Here, let me,” Afon says, taking the necklace and stepping behind me, making fast work to put the necklace on me.

  I take the pendant in hand, stroking over the ridges. It’s a leaf, beautifully shaped. When it’s lying across my fingers it’s covers about three of them.

  “Slide it apart,” Afon croaks, watching me admire the pendant with keen interest.

  My thumb brushes the pendant in two and my heart picks up speed. It’s a super sharp, tiny pocket knife. Closing it up I let it drop to my chest so I can hug my man while showering him with kisses. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I absolutely love it.”

  His chuckle warms my heart. “Thought so. Now…do you want your engagement ring? I know it’s a little late but it’s also one I ordered special.”

  He hands me a tiny velvet box but before I open it, he curses and tries to snatch it back. Oh, hell no. Quickly spinning around, I get a chance to peek inside before it’s snatched away from me.

  “That’s your fucking wedding ring, I gave you the wrong one.” He’s still holding my wrist while he grumbles the words while shoving another tiny velvet box into my hands.

  I glare at him. “For your information it’s not like the wedding dress you know…I could totally sneak a peek. And I did. Love the skull on either side and then the rock in the middle.”

  I release a happy sigh but give my attention to the little box I’m opening now. “That’s…kinda freaky.” Glancing down at my wrist and back to the ring, a huge smile spreads my face. “Yet very fitting. Thank you.”

  The corner of his mouth twitches when he releases the grip he had on my wrist. He did that on purpose. Showing me the reason behind the engagement ring. The ring is a hand so when it’s on, it will grip my finger. Like the hold Afon had on me when the contract was signed and although he did it for the both of us, then switching the wedding day into an engagement party. He’s most definitely it for me.

  Afon takes the ring and my hand and slides it on. I stretch out my hand while my heart picks up speed at just the sight of the ring with so much meaning on my finger. I’ve never had the true dream a little girl has about a wedding. Italian women raised in mafia families don’t have that luxury. Then that stuff happened to me where I never thought I’d be able to withstand a man’s touch in a sexual way. And yet here I am, given everything I’ve ever dreamed about.

  “And?” Afon clears his throat, swallowing emotions that are freely swirling in his eyes. “Like it?”

  “I dunno,” I tell him honestly, confusion spreading his face. I tap my finger against my chin. “You said something about wanting to see it on my finger while I take you into my mouth?”

  A growl rips from his throat before I’m thrown over his shoulder. He steps inside the living room and lets me slide down his body.

  “Clothes off. I want you naked in front of me,” he says and unbuckles his belt before sitting down on the couch.

  He watches me with such heat in his eyes but I’m pretty sure mine mirrors his. The way he’s gripping his dick, tugging it while I undress…I can feel the heat of his gaze stroking my skin.

  My knees hit the soft carpet in front of the couch when I nestle myself between his spread thighs.

  “Let me see that ring, anima mia. Wrap your delicate fingers around my aching dick, and your tongue, baby...I need it, can you see? I’m fucking boiling with the need to have your mouth on me. Taste me, Andy, lick it away. Now. Fuuuuck, yeah, like that. So fucking good. Ah, look at that. That’s...fuck.” His curses ebb away due to his head falling back on the couch while a low moan falls from his lips.

  I stroke him slowly while tightening my grip. I’ve discovered that Afon loves it when my tongue plays at the spot underneath the head of his dick. And when I start to hollow my cheeks and bob my head? Yeah, he won’t last very long.

  A little scream rips from my mouth after Afon’s dick falls out. I’m caught by such a surprise by Afon’s move when he propels forward, lifts me up and turns me upside down. I’m on my damn forearms, his dick in my face while I’m practically sitting on his face as his tongue slides through my pussy.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  My breasts are pressing against his shirt, the fabric rough while his muscular arms are holding me pinned in place. Balancing myself on his thighs using my forearms, I manage to fist his dick and get him back into my mouth. There’s a burning need to repay the pleasure he gives me.

  Close to coming, I feel his arm tighten around me while his other hand slides down, digging his fingers in my hair. The tight grip guiding my head off and on his dick to take over the rhythm I can’t keep up because I’m overwhelmed with the orgasm his mouth gives me. I moan loud around his dick when I feel him harden even more before he empties himself. Swallowing greedily, I finally lap lazily around the head of his spent dick, making it twitch underneath my attention.

  Afon groans and slides his fingers up and down my back. Gently he picks me up again as if I weigh nothing and spins me around so I’m now straddling him, our faces an inch apart.

  “I knew it,” he tells me and brushes his lips against mine.

  “What’s that?” I mumble and kiss him back, tasting myself on his tongue.

  With two hands he guides my hair out of my face before holding me as he stares into my eyes. “That I picked the right ring and woman.”

  “Is that so?” I’m going for sarcastic but for real, it comes out breathlessly.

  His hips shift and it makes me gasp, the feel of him hardening against my pussy is making my heart beat out of control. I’m so slick from all the attention Afon gave me that I can feel the head of his dick making contact. All he has to do is push up to slide inside me, all I have to do is sit back...I could have sworn on my last breath in life that I’d never respond to a man like this.

  Moving my hips, the head of his cock slides over my clit and hardens to steel between our bodies. I can’t help grinding myself against his dick. The feel of his hot, hard length rubbing my clit is building sparks in my veins that need to flame up into an inevitable explosion. I’m so, so close.

  Afon’s fingers dig into my hips, helping me grind harder against him. He throws his head back and bellows my name when I feel hot pulses jet out between our bodies while my own orgasm hits.

  Chapter 17

  Get to discussing the real shit.

  ***Afon***

  Fucking hell. I’m still trying to catch my breath when Andy slumps against me. I press my lips against the top of her head and let my fingers slide up and down her back.

  “Damn, woman. You sure know how to satisfy your man...get me fired back up by just rubbing that sweet pussy against it. Fuck, that felt good.”

  Her head comes up and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth before she adds on a whisper, “Will it feel any better when you’re inside me?”

  “No,” I say with resolution. Feel better? Such a mundane word without the extent of value. “That won’t fucking compare. Better is not a damn word for it, mind shattering is more like it. Your pussy tastes so sweet, feels hot and tight when I let my fingers run through it...I can’t imagine how it will feel to slide my dick bare inside your body.”

  Just the thought has my dick staying upright. Shit. I need to get out from underneath her. I’m still dressed, sticky patches of cum staining my clothes with her naked on to
p of me. Did I mention the taste of her orgasm still on my tongue? Yeah. Rock. Fucking. Hard.

  “Remember. Wedding night,” I hiss out with my jaw locked. “Might need a wardrobe change. Do I need to wear my leathers to the altar instead of a tux?”

  She slides off and actually pouts but the twinkle of mischief in her eyes shoots straight to my heart. I wrap my fingers around her neck and bring her mouth against mine, kissing the pout right off.

  “Go on, think about what you want to have for dinner. I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’ll order us something, okay?” Because if I don’t get some breathing room between us I’d bend her over the couch and slide home.

  It’s for that exact reason that I take my time showering and getting dressed before I go downstairs in search of Andy. My nose leads the damn way and I find her in the kitchen. “I thought we were going to order out? But fuck…if it tastes as good as it smells we won’t ever order out again.”

  My mouth waters and not only because of the food. There’s nothing sexier than an Italian woman standing in the kitchen barefoot wearing just a t-shirt that barely covers her naked ass.

  Andy puts two plates on the table and slides one in front of me. She grabs a fork and a spoon for the both of us and when I have them in my hands, I make fast work to twirl the fork into the spoon, making the spaghetti twist around it so I can bring a bite of heaven to my mouth.

  “Fuck. That’s delicious,” I finally manage when I’m already working on scarfing down the next forkful.

  Andy chuckles. “It’s just five ingredients, fifteen minutes, and voila spaghetti carbonara. But I’m glad you like it. It’s my favorite thing to make and eat for that matter.”

  “Why in the hell didn’t you cook sooner? I’ve been seriously missing out here,” I question and shit, I’m already halfway through my dinner and hoping to fuck she made more.

  She looks a little shocked by my question and tilts her head, thinking things through before she answers. “I guess I’m really back to my old self.”

  Another hit to my heart. There’s something about a strong woman, thinking she’s broken and taking a lot of blows in life, but managing to crawl out of darkness with her head high. That’s my damn woman right there.

  “Told ya,” I throw at her along with a smug smile. “Three damn weeks and all is right in the world.”

  She fakes a glare but that twitch of her lip right before she fills that fuckable mouth with spaghetti is damn adorable.

  We’ve got less than an hour before my guys and her girls arrive for the party. We let the caterer inside and get everything set up. The mansion has a large ballroom and Tarzan along with Andy and Ruby made arrangements to have one side of the wall set up with snacks or some shit, a place to dance and around the other walls are tables set up for people to sit and talk.

  The guests who got an invitation for tonight are mostly close family of the Russian gang and also high players from the Italian gangs. Security is usually high but it’s at a whole other level because of the shit that painted our front porch red. This is also the reason Ford wanted all of us to meet before all the guests arrived. We need to talk things through.

  The front door opens and Tarzan steps inside, behind her Ford, Yegor, Ruby, Ricca, Peacock, and Karma. Peacock’s friend Marlon strolls in and sets down a bag. Andy grumbles something and it makes me look her way, raising my eyebrow in question.

  She clears her throat and leans in to whisper. “How the hell did she get another key? I took hers.”

  “Bet she stole Ford’s,” I whisper back on a chuckle and hold my hand out for Marlon to take.

  He’s the one who was sent to take out Vinci. Seeing he brought a bag with him, I assume he came straight from the airport.

  “Come on girls, we’ve got to get Andy here ready.” The front door opens again and a petite woman steps inside. One side of her head is shaved bald and she’s got a stroke of toxic green in her hair.

  “Sorry I’m late. I went over to the shop because I forgot the new dress I…” She glances over at Marlon, her eyes narrow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  Marlon crosses his arms across his chest. “Turning water into wine. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? I fucking belong here. You’re the one who’s mixing with mob wives.”

  The woman opens her mouth again but Marlon curses and steps in front of her, buries his fist in her hair, and takes her mouth in a way every other goddamn woman, including mine, fucking sighs. The woman drops the bags she was holding and grabs Marlon’s leather cut in her tiny fists. For a moment she gives it back just as rough before pulling back and shoving him away.

  “Don’t touch me,” she seethes, grabs her bags from the floor, and trots over to the other women who all go up the stairs, heading for the bedroom.

  “Come on, guys, my office,” I tell them and stalk off down the hallway.

  I hear Peacock talk to Marlon behind me. “You guys still on the fire and ice level, huh?”

  “Yeah. Wish she’d melt down around my cock, though. That woman is damn hot.” Marlon releases a frustrating groan. “One fucking kiss at a time and I’m ready to give her forever but she fights me on every damn turn no matter how many months I’ve fucking groveled. She’s never going to forgive me for not trusting her on her damn word.”

  Ford speaks up. “Okay, folks. Let’s drop the girly drama and get to discussing the real shit.”

  “Yeah.” Marlon plants his ass in a chair and leans his forearms on his knees. “Vinci is enjoying a long vacation with worms, spare no expense.” There’s a sadistic smile plastered on his face.

  “Good,” Ricca quips. “Less shit to worry about.”

  “You hear anything back from the syndicate yet?” Ford questions.

  Ricca shrugs a hand through his dark hair. “They found out I’ve got a hostage. They’re not happy about it, though they understood the underlying thought so they gave me an option to settle it. I have a week to give them my answer.”

  “Great.” Peacock rolls his eyes. “Can you be any more quizzical? Details fucker, what’s the damn option they gave you?”

  “I’m not going to say shit until I’ve made up my mind. But the whole situation is contained for those seven days. That’s all you need to know for now.” Ricca stares Peacock down.

  I get it. I mean, I’m not a boss and wouldn’t want to be one either. It’s a heavy load on your shoulders but with these guys, it’s a fucking miracle they’re all standing here as friendly as they are.

  Even Marlon is a president of a motorcycle club, so he’s used to leading his own gang that works closely with Peacock. Yet all of these guys have each other’s back when shit hits the fan with either one.

  Well, all except for Ricca. He’s a damn newbie at team play and that’s fucking clear with what he just said.

  Although, “Andy is part of The Dudnik Circle now. We need to be able to work together in this. We can’t if you’re not fully open about shit so we don’t know what the fuck to deal with,” I tell him. Ford nods at my words and so does Marlon. Peacock however doesn’t say a word and keeps glaring at him.

  “I’m not fucking budging on this, it’s damn personal and I need a few days, okay?” Fire practically shoots from Ricca’s eyes. “For now, that shit is handled, a truce, all clear till the wedding. Shouldn’t you be fucking happy about that? Give my sister the wedding she deserves.”

  “I’ll give her that and more,” I tell the idiot. “It’s as fucking real as it gets. She’s an Italian woman in a mob world who gets the man she loves and who loves her in return.” Fuck. Why did I throw that shit out of my mouth?

  Ricca throws me a smug grin. “She actually said she loves you?”

  Fuck.

  I shrug. “She doesn’t have to. Her body gives me plenty enough to know how she feels about me.”

  His eyes widen. “You’re fucking with me? Tell me you’re fucking with me because it’s only been three damn weeks. Are you telling me? Wait, nah...I�
��m not going to ask that shit, never mind. Just make her fucking happy, okay?”

  Now I’m the one wearing a smug smile. “Already did, multiple times in fact before you fuckers showed up.”

  Ricca curses and rubs a hand down his face. “There’s such a thing as oversharing, asshole. Dammit, I didn’t need to know that and yet it’s a relief to hear it. Fucked up I tell you. Fucked. Up.”

  “Back to business,” Yegor states, wringing his hands to keep busy. “Any news on that Marco fucker? He needs to fucking die the way I ended his brother.”

  It’s personal for Yegor. A few months ago Yegor killed Marco’s brother, Paco, with his bare hands. It’s all twisted up because Paco was actually Yegor’s half-brother, those two had the same father. Marco is actually a half-brother Yegor didn’t know existed. When Yegor killed Paco, Marco was the one who got away and took Andy as a hostage with him.

  Full circle, huh? Andy escaped by jumping out of Marco’s truck, injuring her shoulder. If she’d let him go Marco would either have been building up a new gang somewhere else, picking up his life…or he would wait and retaliate when he was strong enough with a large gang in tow. Andy took his choice away. All in all, it’s a long story but the thing that’s clear the most is that Yegor is also itching to end this fucker. Marco’s a loose fucking end.

  “He’s got two people working with him but he’s off the radar, can’t seem to find where the fucker is hiding,” Ford says.

  “Security is back up and running again but I’ve got two blind spots we need to handle tonight. And with all those people walking in and out we’ve got to stay on top of things.” They all take in my words when I add, “My gut is telling me Andy stepped on his dick by coming after him and wiping out his crew. He’s gonna take it personally and won’t go away until he kills her. There’s no need to go out looking for him, he’s going to come to us.”

  “I’ve brought extra men. Tell me the blind spots and I’ll get them handled,” my boss tells me.