“No talking.” I step up to her back and slide her hair to the side as I reach around the front of her to inch my hand into her panties. They are soaked and she is squirming at the slightest touch to her clit.
“You want this?”
Her eyes close and she moans.
Sliding my fingers a little further, I part her, let my fingers dip into her warm center. My other hand cups one of her full breasts through her bra. I tease her until I can tell she is at her brink. I’m not ready for her to come yet.
Pulling away Ava whines, “Dante, please.”
Quickly, I smack her ass. A bright read mark is left in its wake. She yelps but her head falls back in a silent plea for more. Taking her lead, I smack the other cheek.
She is at the brink and I need to feel her mouth. “Get up, turn around to face me.”
Ava once again does as she is told. Standing in front of me, her eyes are sultry, lips in a full on pout. She looks so damn sexy with her tits pushed out, begging me to take them in her mouth. I love having her hands behind her back.
“Kneel.”
She slowly descends, her eyes never leaving mine. I slide my pants down and my dick springs free. Ava licks her lips and leans forward. I grab her hair and shove my cock into her mouth. She takes it all and begins her assault. It’s almost too much to handle.
“Fuck, Ava.”
I pull her away before I come down her throat. I want to save that. This is new. This is special. Things are changing between us and this is just the beginning.
I help her up and tip her chin, looking deep into her eyes. They soften. I know she feels the change too. Reaching over to the dresser, I grab the keys to the cuffs. I step behind her and unlock them. Taking her hand, I help her onto the bed; before we lie down, I rub her wrists and place a kiss on each one.
“Dante.” It’s a soft plea, so unlike her. I place my finger on her lips to quiet her, hoping it will also quiet her thoughts.
“Do you trust me, Ava?” She nods in response. Slowly I lean down and kiss her. She sighs into me. That one motion was her giving herself over.
We sink to the mattress. Her body, in the light of the bedside table, glows. I worship her, slowly sliding into her. She gasps at the fullness. Even though she is used to me, the slow feeling makes it feel completely different. I roll her nipples in my fingers while I move. She arches up, needing more.
“Oh, Dante. Please.”
“Almost, baby.” I kiss and suck her neck. When I reach the spot right under her ear, I flick my tongue out and whisper sweet promises in her ear. She whimpers and comes around my cock. I follow her over the edge, cuddling her tight to my body.
When we come down from our high, I notice a few tears on her face.
“Ava, baby, don’t cry. I won’t let anything happen to you, to us.”
“Promise me, Dante?”
I kiss away her tears and stroke her cheek, “You have my word.”
We hold each other and just when I thought she was asleep, “Dante?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“As much as I love the slow fucking; it isn’t going to be like that all the time, is it?”
I lean up on an elbow and gawk down at her. My laughing is contagious. “My little vixen wants it hard and dirty?”
Her eyes heat with lust. I’m instantly hard again. Flipping her on her stomach, I pull her hips up to display her fine ass to me. Spanking it a few times, I bend down to lick and lap at her. She is dripping our combined juices from before. Before I look like a high schooler, I grip her hips and slam into her from behind. Setting a hard and punishing rhythm, she is pushing back into me, wanting more. I gather her hair and twist it around my hand to pull her up toward me. The way her back arches and she lets out a punishing moan, I lose my shit. I collapse over her and she follows, screaming my name. Our chests are heaving.
“That’s more like it.” She mumbles into the pillow. I chuckle and smack her ass one more time before I pull her into me and we fall asleep in an sex-filled haze.
It’s been four months since I found out who Ava really was and it turns out we have more in common than I ever would have thought. When I found out she has a hidden love for football, I was done for. Sexy, intelligent, and a sports fan, I knew Ava was meant for me. It was in that moment I knew she is my Ava. Well, I think she’s mine. If she isn’t, I’m going to make sure she knows that she belongs to me now.
Ever since we figured out our real identities, we’ve been getting to know a lot more about each other. I normally don’t let people in right away, but she just makes it too damn easy. She’s chipping away at the loner part of me and I feel like for once, I’m really living again. I’ll never forget the time we had our first get-to-know-you conversation. I wanted nothing to do with it, but she wasn’t having it.
The doorbell rings and I answer the door immediately. Since Ava is the only one I’m expecting, I know it will be her on the other end. My mouth hangs open in surprise, I’m met with a different sight of her. Normally, she will come over in her usual attire, yoga pants and a t-shit. It’s one of the things I love about her. She's comfortable in her own skin. She doesn’t feel the need to get all dazzled up to feel beautiful. But today, she’s wearing a skin tight black dress that hugs every curve of her body. Licking my lips, my eyes scan down her body till they hit the heels that complete her look. I don’t know much about shoes, but the red peeking out from under the heels leaves the suggestion that they are Louboutin’s. I don’t care what the hell they are. I want those legs and shoes wrapped around my neck immediately.
“Are you going to move aside and let me in?” Ava’s words break my thoughts from her legs and those damn shoes.
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Well, why the hell not?”
“How do you expect us to get any work done coming over here dressed like that?” I motion my hand up and down her dress.
“Oh, for the love of God.” She brushes past me, pushing me aside as she enters the house, and drops her purse on the floor. “I had a meeting with Sal and I can’t exactly go there in in sweats.”
“I didn’t know you were meeting with him today.” Following her into the kitchen, I open the wine and pour two glasses.
“Neither did I.” Removing her heels, she sits at the bar stool, leans down and rubs the heel of her foot.
“Why do women insist on wearing shoes that hurt their feet? I will never understand it.” Shaking my head, I hand her a glass.
“These are comfortable. But after today, I’m convinced that heels aren’t meant to walk through gravel.” Bringing the glass to her lips, she takes a sip of her wine. “Something is happening.”
“Why do you say that?” Walking around the island, I sit in the bar stool next to her, lift her legs on my lap, and start rubbing her feet.
“I had just filled an order last week. Now, Sal is saying he wants to start doubling his orders. From my understanding, my supplies were strictly going to his men. But this order, something feels off about it. There’s new guns, guns that don’t fit his usual taste and why the double in amount?”
“Do you think he’s going to start distributing to a larger group of people? Maybe people who as of now, have no affiliation with him?”
“Like what? Street gangs?” She moans and I rub harder into her heel.
“I don’t know. But that would make sense. If he’s looking to control the entire city like we’re told he wants to, that would be a good way to start.”
“I don’t know. I do know that I need at least an hour to unwind after being around Sal and his crew. So no more talk about work until I’m fed and drunk.”
“Well, I can get you drunk, but I’m afraid I don’t have much to eat. I need to go to the store and stock up.”
“That’s nice invite a girl over and don’t feed her.”
“Oh I plan on feeding you alright, we just might not have the same meals in mind.” I grin at her, earning a smack on my shoulder as she
gets up and makes her way to the couch.
“So tell me about you.” She requests sitting on the couch. She pats the empty cushion next to her. Walking over, I take the vacant seat and place our wine on the glass coffee table. Initially I freeze, I’m not used to sharing information about myself, but we both said we would open up to each other if we were going to make this relationship work.
“Not much to know.” I shrug my shoulders. “I’m pretty boring and quite ordinary.”
“I doubt that. I think there is a lot to be told about the mysterious Dante.”
“Nope.”
“Oh come on. Everyone has a story, so tell me yours.” She smacks my shoulder before kicking her legs over my lap again.
I place my hands on her legs and they unconsciously start rubbing, “Moms a drug addict, dad left when I was young and I became a cop. There, now you know my life story.”
“You need to loosen up, Dante. It’s not going to kill you to let me in. If we’re going to work together, we really should know everything about each other. I know what you could use.” She gets up and grabs her purse off the floor. After digging through it, she wraps something in her hands and comes back over. “This should get you to loosen up a little.” She places what looks to be like a cigarette in her mouth and lights it. “I hope you don’t mind smoke in your house.”
“I don’t smoke.” I tell her waving the smoke out of my face. As the aroma hits my nostrils, I realize it is not a cigarette she is smoking.
Pulling it out of her mouth, I put it out on the table. “Are you nuts?!”
“Asks the crazy man who just ripped a joint from my mouth and put it out on a glass table.”
“You can’t smoke weed! You’re a FBI agent!” My voice an octave higher than it should be.
“Correction, I am an arms dealer. I do what my job requires of me. This is the only time where it is acceptable to smoke pot and fail a drug test. Tell me, Dante, if Sal hands you a joint and tells you to smoke it, are you going to tell him no?”
“I guess not.”
“No, you won’t. Your job is to be one of them. If they want you to smoke, you smoke. Now, if they are handing you cocaine or crystal meth, or even heroin, I’m totally okay with saying no. Now,” she picks up the joint and re lights it, “let your hair down and relax a little.”
“Why are you always trying to drug me, woman?” I reluctantly take the joint and take a pull from it. After holding it in for a couple minutes, I start choking, clearly showing I’m not a pro at this and Ava’s shoulders are moving up and down as she laughs. My head starts to feel lighter and my body more relaxed. I’ve never smoked pot before. I’ve seen first hand how drugs can ruin your life and I’ve never seen the appeal to them. We pass the joint back and forth as we listen to the music Ava put on from her phone. We sit in silence for a little while and I rest my head on the back of the couch. She once again has placed her legs over my lap. I allow my hands to do a little roaming which she seems to enjoy.
“So, your mom, you said she was a drug addict. That must have been hard growing up around.” Ava says, pulling me away from the music and stopping my hand before it reaches where I want it to be.
I roll my head to look at her. “It wasn’t always bad. You know, she used to be a pretty decent mother before my father left. I can only remember bits and pieces, since I was so young. But the things I do remember are good. We struggled after my dad left. My mom had to get a second job but she still made time for me when she got home.”
“So what happened?”
Pausing I really think about this. I’ve never said what I’m about to say out loud to anyone before, “I think the pressure of raising a son and paying the bills got to her. There was a dealer who frequently visited the diner she worked at. I didn’t know then, but later I found out that he had given my mom some free drugs to help ‘ease’ her worries. Well after that, the food that used to fill the house had grown scarce. My mother went from feeding me to feeding her next fix. She didn’t care if I ate anything throughout the day. By the time I was in middle school, I learned that only I could take care of myself. I would mow the neighbor’s yard for money and feed myself that way. Once I got into high school, I got a job at an auto shop where I would sometimes spend the night. The owner knew about my mom and told me to use the place whenever I needed it. One night, it got robbed while I was there and that’s how I met Joe. He took me in and the rest, as they say, is history.”
Ava leans forward and places her hand on my cheek. I didn’t even realize my eyes were shut tight. Her touch relaxes me and I lean into her hand. “I’m so sorry, Dante.” I allow myself to look at her. Ava’s eyes are filled with sympathy and for the first time ever, I allow someone to feel a little sorrow for me.
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t believe that I had told her as much as I did that night. I usually don’t talk about my past, but she makes me want to tell her everything. We talked more about my life, mostly my life after Joe took me in and it felt nice to get it out. It felt like a giant weight was lifted from me. I tried to ask about her life but she said she would tell me about it another day as she dragged me into the bedroom.
Today we’re going to start rattling cages. There’s something going on that both Ava and I can’t uncover. I haven’t been around as long as Ava has, but now my quantity in orders has gone up as well. It is no secret that Angelo has a thing for Ava, so she tried to flirt some information out of him. He must have been having a bad day because he didn’t even give her five minutes of his time or take a second glance at the cleavage she was showing off. A familiar knock sounds itself on my door and I grab my stuff. We’re meeting at a new warehouse today just to discuss business. Supplies aren’t being delivered, so we thought it would be a great time to shake up some people.
“Morning sunshine.” Ava sings, handing me a cup of coffee.
“What has you in such a great mood?” I lock my door and head for my car.
“Oh, I don’t know. Today feels like a great day to get arrested. Although I must say, I don’t think being in cuffs will be as sexy as you make it.” Winking at me, she gets into her car and I follow her to the warehouse.
It takes about fifteen minutes to get there and as we pull up, there are already people outside waiting. We park our cars and get out to meet the rest of the group. Angelo is eyeing me as I get closer and doesn’t look too happy.
“Morning.”
“Did you two come here together?” He skips pleasantries and gets right to the point. His face is reddening and I can tell he’s agitated. Ah hell, who am I kidding; he’s jealous as hell at the mere thought of Ava and I together.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I ran into him at the coffee shop and shared a cup of coffee.” The corner of Ava’s lip turns up at the sight of Angelo’s jaw twitching.
“I invite you for coffee all the time and you always say no. What makes him so special?” He nods his head at me.
“Easy. He’s actually bearable to be around. You, on the other hand, let’s just say you’re like nails on a chalkboard. I only tolerate you because I have to.” The sound of clicking echoes off the pavement as she walks off to say hello to everyone else.
“Ouch.” I laugh at the blow Ava just delivered Angelo.
“Shut up.” He replies as we both watch Ava walk away. Her ass has an extra sway to it.
“I guess I was just at the right place at the right time.” I shrug. Before he decides to blow a gasket, I walk over to where Ava is. We all quiet when a town car pulls up and Sal exits it. He doesn’t say hello to anyone as he walks past us into the warehouse. The doom that radiates from his demeanor is telling me today is not going to be pleasant. As discussed earlier, I am the last one to walk through the warehouse. Just as I’m about to reach the inside, I drop a bag on the floor and walk in, closing the door behind me.
There is a long rectangular folding table with metal folding seats in the middle of the warehouse. We each take a seat as Sa
l sits at the head of the table. Angelo, who normally sits to the right of Sal, grabs the empty chair next to Ava. Since I’m the last one to enter, the only available seat is right next to Sal. Without hesitation, I take the seat and watch and wait for him to address us. Looking over to Angelo quickly, his head turns to me with an eyebrow raised. Shrugging my shoulders, I feel it’s best not to talk.
“Angelo.” Sal’s voice fills the silence in the air.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Is there a reason why you’re sitting over there?” Still standing, he crosses his arms over his chest. For once, Angelo is at a loss for words and stares blankly at Sal. “Last time I checked, you are my right hand man, not Dante. Get up.” Without needing to say another word, Angelo gets up and walks over to my seat. I’m already up and ready to move before he reaches it. Reaching his now vacant seat, Ava moves the chair out with her foot, making more room for me. The scratching the chair makes as it moves along the cement floor causes everyone’s heads to turn for a quick moment. There is only one person’s gaze that remains locked on us. His bearing teeth and cold stare is immediately broken when Sal smacks him over his head. “Stop thinking with your dick, if you’re going to use your head, use the one that actually works.” It’s incredibly hard to keep in the laughter that is desperately trying to bust out right now at Angelo being knocked down a few pegs.
“Now, let’s get to business, shall we? As you all may know, product demand has increased.” He takes his seat, rubbing his hand down his tie and continues. “I’m sure you may have heard whispers about changes being made on the street. Some may be true some may be just that, a rumor. I’m here to clear things up today. It’s vital that not only do I have control of our streets, but the whole city. I want to stop the violence between street gangs and bring them together.” Funny, coming from him. “If we work together and stop the violence between them, business can flourish a lot more smoothly with a bigger pay off. I’m going to need all of you to be on board with this and I am not asking. This is why we are here today. Big changes are coming and they are going to happen fast. You need to be prepared and ready.” He looks over to Ava and me. “You two have been handling the increase in product I’ve been requesting well. Be ready to step it up again.” We both nod with no questions. If we ask questions or even begin to make him think that we can’t handle it, we will be discarded and replaced, and not in the ‘you’re fired’ way.
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