by Bethany-Kris
“God, I love you,” he murmured.
Lucia blinked, and a slow smile spread over those pink lips of hers. “Do you?”
“Way too much.”
He’d proven that time and time again, hadn’t he? He loved her crazy. Loved her enough to do all the crazy things for her. This love between them wasn’t easy to understand or make sense of, really. This love might ruin them, but strangely, that was the thing that scared him the least when it came to this woman.
“I love you, Ren,” Lucia whispered. “But I think I might love you more if you got me naked, and loved me while you fucked me senseless, too, you know.”
He chuckled. “Demanding girl.”
“But you like it.”
He did.
He liked that too much, too.
Lucia’s hand came up, and her fingertips grazed his lips before drifting over the line of his jaw, too. And then she dragged those fingernails of hers down his throat. Hard enough to leave red lines behind, he was sure of it. The sting was enough to make him hiss, but fuck him if it didn’t make his cock hard enough to damn near punch through the zipper of his jeans, too. He was all too aware of the way his heart made the shaft of his dick pulse with each beat.
“So fuck me,” she breathed.
How was he supposed to refuse?
Renzo let go of her shirt, then, but only to tug his own off, too. She fell back to the bed, but he went with her as soon as he got his pants pulled down, and kicked away. Tugging clothing from her body with rough hands only made her laugh at his impatience. A sexy, high laugh that echoed in the quiet room, and reminded him of the kid in the next room that he really didn’t want to wake up. He slammed his hand over her mouth as she kicked off her pants, the final piece of clothing on her body except the panties covering her pretty pussy.
Fucking hell.
He wanted a taste of that, too.
More than she could possibly know.
Lucia bit the tips of his fingers, making Renzo cuss low as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. It seemed like she had her own tricks to play on him, really. His momentary distraction was enough for her to grab him by the arms, and pull him to the bed. In the next breath, she had them both flipped over on the bed so that she was straddling him in those black, cotton panties. Her tits caught his attention first as he looked up at her—perky and just big enough to fill his hands.
He stroked her taut nipples between his thumb and forefingers as she ground her hips in circles on his length. Around and around and around until a low, rumbling groan forced its way between his lips. He tipped his head back to the pillow, enjoying the way she felt while she teased him just a little too much.
Then, she was slipping down his body. Like a cat with claws already out and ready to drag down his body, her mouth trailed over his chest and across his stomach while her fingernails scored hot lines into his skin. He hissed from her fingernails, but moaned when she freed his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs, and the head of his cock found the warm wetness of her mouth.
Her palms tightened at the base of his length, and her mouth sucked his tip while her tongue swirled teasing circles against sensitive flesh. He loved the way she moaned with his dick in her mouth—how the vibrations hammered through his cock, and straight down into his balls. He needed something to steady himself; something to make him feel like he had a little bit of control here because she couldn’t have it all.
He’d explode.
“Fuck, yeah, suck me like that,” Renzo grunted.
His hands found the strands of her hair. He used one to gather the curtain her hair made, blocking his view, and piled it on the top of her head so he could see what she was doing to him. Burning hazel slammed into his gaze, and he cursed at the sight of his thick cock stretching her mouth open. The way her saliva slicked up his dick every time her head bobbed. She grinned, her lips pulled back just enough to flash her white teeth before she dragged them over his length.
“Shit,” he choked.
God, yeah.
She was going to kill him.
“Easy, Lucia,” he warned.
She just did it again.
Goddamn tease.
Using his free hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, grabbed tight, and yanked her sideways to get better access to her body. She was just close enough now that he could fit his hand between her thighs. There, he found her slick and hot against his fingertips. Her body shuddered the second his fingers slid along the seam of her sex.
Dripping, really.
Damn, she was wet.
“Does that get you hot?” he asked, sliding two fingers into her clenching pussy. “Sucking my dick—does it get you wet, babe?”
He didn’t need her to answer.
Not when he could see it in her eyes.
Yes, it absolutely did.
If anything, his fingers fucking her while she sucked his dick only spurred her on. The harder he fucked her with his fingers, the tighter she sucked on his cock. Lost in the sensation of her tongue dragging along the pulsing vein in his shaft and the sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her sex, he didn’t feel the orgasm coming until it was almost too late to stop it.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, yanking her off his cock before he blew his load way too early.
Lucia, wide-eyed and wet-lipped, barely managed to catch herself with her hands when he flipped her over on the bed. He pulled her to the very edge as he stepped off, widening her thighs while his fingers dug into her slicked skin. Because fuck yeah, she was wet enough that just his little bit of playing with her pussy had made her thighs glisten with her juices.
He heard her gasp when he bent down to lick along her inner thigh—he still wanted that taste, after all. His knuckles grazed her sex at the same time, and she let out a louder sound.
“Can’t have that,” Renzo said, plucking those panties up from the floor that he’d discarded from her body earlier. “Can’t wake Diego up, Lucia.”
She peered over her shoulder at him, and her gaze darkened at the item he held. “Oh, my God.”
“Open up.”
Lucia grinned. “Seriously?”
“Can you keep quiet?”
“Yeah, probably not.”
Sweetly, she opened her mouth and let him stuff those black panties in. Fuck, he swore nothing looked better than her on her knees with her ass wide, her pussy on display while she watched him over her shoulder, and had panties gagging her quiet. His control was entirely gone, then. The only thing he really cared to think about was getting himself buried as deep into her pussy as he could. He did just that, too. Grabbed her waist with one hand, he lined up his cock against the soft flesh of her sex with the other.
All it took was one hard flex, and he was flying again.
Too close to coming again.
Barely able to breathe again.
There was something about Lucia’s pussy that could put him on his knees. She tightened around his length as he stretched her open, and worked his cock in until he couldn’t see anything but their bodies tight together when he looked down. Using the tip of his thumb, he dragged it around her sex, stretching those sensitive tissues a little more and loving the way her pussy hugged him tighter because of it.
Those moans of hers were quieter now.
They weren’t silent, though.
Pulling out, he slammed right back in again. Her knees slipped on the bed, but he already had an arm around her waist to keep her up. He couldn’t seem to fuck her hard enough, then. Like he couldn’t pound into her fast enough to satisfy the dark urge clawing at his insides. All the while, she watched him over her shoulder.
Lips curved around those black panties. Hair a wild mess. Eyes glittering.
Goddamn.
She looked good under him.
She always looked good like this.
He kept that pace up, and felt her hand slip between her thighs at the same time. Her hand worked at her clit while he pinned her to the bed by grabbing the back of her nec
k, and pushing the upper half of her body into the mattress.
Fuck.
“I want you to come,” he said, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.
Like he was aching from the inside.
Because he was.
He wanted her to come.
Because he needed to come.
The only time her gaze left his was when she did finally let go. He felt her back tense, and her hand between her thighs froze. He knew it in the way her pussy clenched even harder around him, and her eyes screwed shut before her teeth bared around those panties. She came hard—shaking and whining. He came harder, leaving streaks of come across her back when he pulled out just in time.
He’d been wrong before. She looked even better spread out on the bed under him with his semen painted on her skin.
She looked like sin, and his.
Nothing was better than that.
• • •
“Grab the door, Ren!” Lucia shouted from the bathroom where she was currently brushing Diego’s teeth. “It’s probably the lunch we ordered.”
Hopefully.
He was fucking starved.
Renzo scooped up Diego’s handful of cars—he’d gotten to pick one toy when they went shopping, and of course, picked a pack of small cars—and tossed them into a pile by the side of the couch. He didn’t even bother to check in the peephole before grabbing hold of the door, and swinging it open. The guy waiting on the other side with a paper bag in hand was definitely not the food they’d ordered for lunch.
Maybe it was the way the guy carried himself, the aviator shades covering his eyes, or the leather jacket molded to his chest, but he just didn’t scream delivery man. He also wasn’t recognizable to Renzo, which was a problem. He didn’t fucking trust anyone lately.
“What can I do for you?” Renzo asked.
“You Renzo?”
Renzo arched a brow. “Depends on who is asking.”
The man grunted in the hallway, shoved his aviators high on his head, and glanced down the empty hallway. “Tuck sent me, actually. Are you gonna make me stand out here in the hallway all afternoon, or what?”
Well, in that case …
Renzo stepped back, and widened the door. Opening one arm as if to invite the man in, he asked, “Do you have a name?”
“Not for you.”
Jesus.
Just who was Tuck messing around with in Vegas, anyway? Renzo had to push that question out of his mind because he couldn’t afford to know. If this guy had the shit he needed to move a little easier and breathe a little freer, then nothing else mattered.
The guy headed for the table in the small kitchenette area of the room, and dropped the paper bag down uncaringly. By the time Renzo joined him at the table, he’d already pulled out the items from the bag. Two sleek, black burner phones with cards to activate them. Two IDs.
Renzo picked up the one ID, and looked it over. The brunette on the front looked nothing like Lucia, but if she flashed it fast enough and someone didn’t really care to look at anything else but the birthdate stamped on the front, then they would be fine. Frankly, the ID that had been brought along for him wasn’t in better shape. The guy in the picture didn’t even have the same hair color as he did, and he was at least three inches too short according to the height listed. But again, it wouldn’t matter, if no one paid too close attention to the ID when it was flashed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Renzo watched Lucia direct a towel-wrapped Diego through the main section and into the bedroom. She shot him a look—a silent, you good?—but he only nodded back in response. She didn’t need to get involved in his business with Tucker. The more he could keep her away from while they were in Vegas, the better he figured it would be for both of them.
“Well, there you are,” the guy muttered, bringing Renzo’s attention back to the task at hand. “That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”
Renzo nodded, and packed the items away in the brown paper bag once more. “It is. Let Tuck know I appreciate it.”
“Can let him know that yourself when he calls one of those two phones. He’s gonna have a job for you to do—payback for all of this, if you will,” the guy said, gesturing at the bag.
Payback?
Renzo didn’t think so.
He wasn’t doing shit for free.
“I already paid him for the phones and IDs,” Renzo pointed out.
The man grinned, but it wasn’t warm at all. In fact, it came off as entirely cold and almost a little patronizing when he nodded, saying, “Yeah, that’s not really how Tuck works. Money is a given, but he likes to make sure you really appreciate his willingness to … take care of you, so to speak.”
“Is that so?”
“The cost is always doubled with Tuck.”
Renzo’s jaw tightened with anger, but he managed to keep it in. It seemed that Tuck hadn’t changed all that much since he left New York. He was still a fucking prick at the highest level when he wanted to be. Besides, there wasn’t very much he could do either way. He didn’t need problems here, too. Not when they just arrived.
“Fine,” Renzo said.
The guy smiled in that cold way again. “Good. Tuck will call. And when you go for the job, just bring you. No one else. Got it, New York?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I got it.”
Didn’t mean he liked it, though.
• • •
“What did he mean?”
Renzo just finished activating the phone Lucia picked between the two—although she was aware Tuck might call either number—and handed it over. She took it, but still looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting for him to answer her question. “About what?”
“That you owe twice … or whatever.”
Shaking his head, Renzo muttered, “Nothing, that’s just Tuck being a fuck, that’s all. He was that way in New York, too. Always liked to have something to hold over someone else, in a way. I guess that’s just how he always made sure someone else owed him, and not the other way around. I’ll handle this job, and then he’ll be happy.”
“Except you asked if he had any other work for you, too. So, it’s not really going to be over,” Lucia pointed out. “Because you still might be doing work for him.”
Renzo chuckled, and leaned over to press a kiss to the top of Lucia’s head. She really was too smart for her own good. Quick as a whip, maybe. Nothing was getting past her. She grinned up at him like she could read his mind, and winked.
“Doing work for him and getting paid isn’t the same thing,” he murmured against her hair. “It’s kind of equal footing, then. It’s when you owe Tuck something that it can be a problem.”
Lucia said nothing, and Renzo was grateful. He tapped the phone in her hands.
“Someone you wanna call?”
For a long while, she stared at the blank screen of the phone, clearly thinking his question over. He let her have her moment. He wouldn’t blame her if she did want to call her family. For the most part, the phones would be safe. They couldn’t be tracked if they didn’t stay on them too long, and since they were picked up at basically any convenience store, including the activation cards, that made it twice as hard to track them. Cheap as fuck, easily disposable and replaceable … yeah, it was mostly safe for her to call.
But did she want to?
That was the real question.
“Not really,” Lucia finally said. “Not yet, anyway.”
Renzo nodded. “All right. I need to call Rose.”
Lucia didn’t even question him on that. He hadn’t said much about Rose since they took off, but his sister wasn’t very far from his mind. Sure, Renzo had got her set up for a few months just in case. All those threats from Lucian Marcello had basically guaranteed Renzo would make sure his sister was fine even if he wasn’t. At least, for a while. But that didn’t mean his sister wouldn’t be worried as he hadn’t shown up to see her like he did twice a damn week typically. And if she headed down to the Bronx to fi
nd him, then she had no doubt gotten the news that he took off with Diego.
At the very least, he owed his sister a call.
Diego came out of the bedroom with a handful of cars. “Lucia, come see what I made!”
Renzo was grateful for the privacy when Lucia slipped into the bedroom with his little brother. Turning the phone on, he dialed a familiar number, and put it to his ear. It took three rings before a familiar voice filled the speaker.
“Hello?”
“Rose …” Renzo cleared his throat. “It’s Ren.”
A beat of silence passed, and then two. He waited his sister’s confusion out.
“Ren?”
“Yeah, Rose. Hey.”
“Oh my fucking God, where have you been?”
Renzo had to pull the phone away just to save his eardrums from the volume of his sister’s voice. He listened to her shriek at him even though the phone wasn’t anywhere near his head. He could still hear her crystal clear. It might be funny if it wasn’t so fucking sad, in a way. Finally, he put the phone back to his ear when he figured his sister had calmed down enough.
“Some shit happened,” he started to say.
“I saw Ma,” Rose replied just as fast. “She came around bitching about you—saying you hurt her, and took Diego.”
Renzo stared hard at the window. “Neither of those things are untrue.”
Rose sucked in a sharp breath. “But what happened?”
“A lot of shit,” Renzo muttered, “and all that’s important is that she threatened to take Diego away from me, and I couldn’t let her do that. I’m sorry I worried you—that I didn’t call when I left, or sooner than now. We’re fine, I promise. Once I get some shit straightened out, I will wire you whatever you need to get you through, okay?”
“I don’t give a shit about money, Ren! I care about you.”
“Hey, everything okay?”
Renzo glanced over his shoulder to see Lucia leaning out of the bedroom doorway. Little Diego poked his head out by her legs, too. He nodded. “Everything is fine, Lucia.”
She nodded, and headed back in the room.
“She’s there, too?” his sister asked.
Renzo chuckled. “Yeah, she’s here, too.”
