Assassins & Mob Wives: Couples Retreat

by Posey Parks

  Carmen sat back in her seat between Emoni and Zoey.

  “I ordered apple pucker shots to start us off.”

  Samantha met her gaze. “Can you order three bottles of champagne from lover boy?”

  Carmen laughed her off. “Ok.”

  The guy on the stage to my right howled the lyrics of Journey’s famous song Don’t stop believing. Despite sounding like a wounded dog, I joined in. What could I say, it was one of my favorite songs? Next thing I knew, the girls joined in. We threw our fists in the air as we sang, giving the guy moral support. I drank in our beauty through the mirror behind the bar. We represented strength, unity, wealth, and black beauty.

  At the end of the song, the short pale guy bowed, then pointed toward us. “Thanks to the ladies at the bar for singing along.”

  “You’re welcome,” we hollered.

  My eyes trailed between the flute of champagne and the green contents in the shot glass.

  We raised our champagne glasses. “Here’s to no catty bitchiness between us. From the courtroom to the operating room.”

  “Here! Here!” Nadine shouted.

  The delicate notes of vanilla and cherry danced on my tongue as the sweet champagne slid down my throat in one swallow.

  My phone buzzed in my tiny purse. Yup, we switched out the Birkin bags for something simple.

  Shoving the wireless buds in my ears, I tapped the green button and smiled as my husband’s sexy face appeared. I still couldn’t believe I was married to Sebastian Johansen. My stomach was in knots. It felt like a group of gymnasts performed acrobats in my belly.

  “Hey, baby.”

  My heartbeat quickened at the sound of his sexy, deep voice.

  “Hey. It’s a little loud here.”

  He grinned. “Figured that. I needed to check on you, sweetheart.”

  I flipped the camera, giving him a view of the club. “See Sebastian, everything’s all right. You have nothing to worry about.” Turning in my seat, I adjusted the camera so Sebastian and I were face to face again.

  “You have a fan.”

  I laughed. “Sebastian, no one is checking for me tonight.”

  “Over your shoulder, about eleven o’clock.”

  I rolled my eyes and peeked behind me. A tall, blond-haired man nursed a beer as he talked to his friend. His lips tipped up at one end as our eyes met.

  I glanced back at Sebastian.

  “What’s wrong, Syd?”

  I gulped. “Nothing,” I yelled over the loud chatter.

  “You know what I am capable of.”

  “Yes, I do, computer genius.”

  He laughed. “We don’t want a repeat of Miami.”

  “No, we don’t, Sebastian.” He reminded me of the asshole I spied on years back. His brains hit the floor before my eyes. Most would say my man was obsessed with me. Maybe just a little. The thought heated my core. Guess the obsessed alpha man was my weakness.

  Zoey and Samantha gawked over my shoulder.

  “Hi, Sebastian.”

  I tapped the speaker button.

  “Hope you ladies are having a good time.”

  “We are.”

  “Sebastian, soon our private suite will be ready. There’s nothing to worry about.”

  His thick brows rose. “I’m not worried. Say hello to the fellas.”

  I nodded the rest of the girls over. They huddled around me waving and blowing kisses to their husbands.

  The guys’ deep voices boomed through the phone.

  Dominic motioned his left hand at Carmen. She lifted her hand, showing her wedding ring was still in place. A devious grin crossed his lips.

  I shook my head. Still couldn’t believe his father and Sebastian’s mom were sister and brother. The mafia connection was our new normal. Sebastian would do anything for his family and mine.

  My husband’s face filled the frame. “We’re about to play poker. I’ll call you later tonight.”

  “Ok, I love you.”

  “Love you too, Sydney.”

  After ending the call, I dropped the phone in my purse.

  I held the shot glass against my lips. The smell of apples swept up my nose. Head tilted back; the contents slipped down my throat with ease. The salacious thoughts of Sebastian devouring my lips and neck came to fruition.

  “Baby, we aren’t supposed to have sex until this weekend,” I stressed between ragged breaths.

  I fisted his hair in an attempt to unlock our lips. A deep chuckle released from his throat.

  He ignored my statement. My back was flush with the wall behind the bedroom door. His large, overpowering hands gripped my ass. Bet he’d leave marks by the time he was done. Sebastian had a tendency to slap my ass so hard during an orgasm, my bottom would be a blistering red.

  Sebastian finally released my lips, coming up for air. His broad chest heaved before my eyes under the soft ceiling lights.

  “Is your pussy wet?”

  I grabbed my damp locks and blinked. “What?”

  He bit the corner of his yummy lips. “You understood the question.” He shrugged off the jacket and tossed it aside.

  Licking my lips, I honed in on his hairy chest. He smiled.

  “Counselor are you refusing to answer the question?”

  I forced myself to stare into those sea-green eyes. Shit, I hated when he fucked with me. He knew what he was doing. His goal to turn my pussy into a waterfall worked.

  “You want to know if my panties are soaked?”

  He shook his head and kicked off his loafers. “You want to play. Fine, we’ll play.”

  Sebastian whipped the dress shirt I wore over my head.

  “That’s cheating.”

  “Is it?” He winked as he pinched my nipple through my bra. Tingles shot through my frame.

  His eyes fell to my chest. “Lose it.”

  I unhooked the bra and peeled it from my shoulders. With a flick of the wrist, it landed on his jacket.

  His black slacks were next to go. Sebastian’s hard dick stole the show. My mouth watered as I dropped to my knees and snatched his boxers down his muscled thighs.

  Nothing else mattered in that moment. I wrapped my greedy lips around the mushroom head of his big cock.

  “Shit, Sydney,” he groaned, banging his fist on the wall.

  He spat obscenities as my head bobbed up and down his huge cucumber. Sebastian’s head dropped back. The dark moussed messy madness came into view as his lustful eyes met mine. My fingers brushed the hairs trailing along the V that led to the goodness I was sucking at the moment. The pad of his thumb swept across my cheek.

  “Every time,” he muttered. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers up my spine.

  What did that mean?

  “You weren’t supposed to...” He twisted my hair around his hand. “...suck my dick.”

  I winked. Yeah, I threw my handsome husband off track. He always wanted to be in control. Not tonight. Sebastian suffered through sleep deprivation because he cared for our kids. Then he flew to Chicago to ensure my safety. I sucked the pre-cum from the tip, then proceeded to suck his long big ass cock like a fucking champ.

  “Remove your panties.”

  My mouth continued to slide up and down his dick as my fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties.

  His thick brows wrinkled. “No hands. Shit, so sexy,” he uttered.

  I pushed the thin material over my ample ass. They fell against the back of my legs.

  “Play with your pussy,” he commanded.

  I widened my thighs and braced my hand on his hip. My free fingers swept between my slick folds. “Oh God,” I moaned around his cock.

  “Come Sydney. I want you to explode when I do. Work that little clit faster.” He stared at me through his dark lashes. So fucking sexy. “Oh, oh, I’m coming.”

  Vibrations swept through my body. His gorgeous lips parted as he held my head still.

  His cum filled my mouth and drizzled down my chin.

  “Fuck, such
a perfect picture. My cum thick on that pretty tongue.”

  His dick slipped from my lips. Our eyes were locked in a seductive trance. I swept his cum up my chin and licked it off my finger.

  Didn’t make sense to stop now. “Sit in the chair, Sebastian.”

  My panties fell to the floor as I rose. He stood there dazed for a second. I pressed my palm against his hard chest. “Now.”

  A smile covered his lips. “Yes, Mrs. Johansen.”

  My eyes closed briefly. The sound of my last name made me come a little. He towered over me as I walked forward until his ass hit the expensive chair cushion. Sebastian’s large hands cradled my ass. His tongue, my weakness, slipped inside my pussy before I could stop him. He was trying to regain control. Well fuck, it worked.

  “Sebastian,” I purred.

  “Guess I answered my question. This pussy is gushing wet,” he laughed against my clit, driving me fucking insane.

  My fingers dug into his scalp. “I’ll never forget the first time you ate my pussy.” The air caught in my throat as my body shuddered in his arms.

  “Seb...astian,” I yelled as he sucked the cum from my pussy.

  “So fucking good,” he growled, suspending me in a state of tranquility.

  Trapped in an orgasm haze, I was defenseless as Sebastian pulled my body closer. His cock inched inside my quivering pussy. I gripped his shoulders as his tongue tangled with mine.

  “Good huh?” he breathed.

  “Your tongue skills are mind-blowing, Sebastian.” I hooked my arm around his neck.

  My fingers curled around the arm of the chair as my hips rocked in a circular motion. Sebastian’s hips worked in the opposite direction with each thrust.

  His teeth dug into the flesh under my collar bone as he caressed my breasts.

  “Shit, Sebastian. I’m a sad, sad case. I couldn’t make it a week without fucking you. Does this make me weak? You know, since I couldn’t resist you.”

  “You should never try to resist your husband.”

  His beating heart banged against my breasts. I placed his hand over my heart.

  “You still make me nervous.”

  Sebastian halted his movements.

  “Why did you stop?”

  His long fingers swept along my cheek. “We’re finally in a good place. Our love is stronger than ever.”

  I released his neck. My fingers tangled in his chest hair.

  “To think that day I almost lost you.” Lush tears slipped down my face.

  “I didn’t say that to make you cry.”

  My head fell on his shoulder, I inhaled his woodsy cologne. His powerful scent awakened my need for him. A man I tried to refuse when we met. I remember the obvious pull between us. Sebastian and I were meant to be. Through all the bad times we survived to get to this moment.

  “I’m so happy you’re here.”

  He hugged me tight. “I know.”

  “You’re all the man I need, Sebastian.”

  “Sweetheart, I better be.” He gripped my ass and pounded into my core.

  “God, Sebastian, your dick feels amazing.” My head dropped back. He held my neck as he hammered into my pussy. Each stroke more powerful than the last. I was on the verge of blacking out from his good ass dick. My body trembled against him.

  “Sydney, I’m coming.”

  “Ah, ah, me too.” My walls pulsated around his exploding cock.

  “Your pussy’s the best, baby.”

  “Sydney, Sydney. Hello, can you hear me?” I glanced at Zoey.

  I slipped my hand over the nape of my neck.

  “Where were you?”

  “Sorry last night was so good...” My lids lowered. “...with Sebastian.”

  “I peeked at the grin stretching across her face. “We’ll discuss tonight at our sleepover.”

  Carmen leaned over Zoey’s shoulder. “I wish there was a Coyote Ugly in Missouri. One more drink and I would dance on the bar.” She wiggled her head.

  “Another bottle of champagne, ladies?” Trent smiled at Carmen.

  Was it me or did he have tunnel vision? Guess he’d only get a tip from Carmen because I wasn’t giving his ass a dime.

  “Did I hear you say you’d like to dance on the bar?”

  Her head shot off Zoey’s shoulder. She glanced at Sierra, then back at him. “Yes.”

  He placed an iPad on the bar. “Select a song and go for it.” Trent winked.

  “We can dance on the bar?” She arched a brow.

  “Go for it, beautiful.”

  We leaned over Carmen’s shoulder as she scrolled through a list of songs.

  She pointed at the screen. “What about this song?”

  “Great choice,” Sierra blurted out.

  “I think we should do shots of Tequila,” Nadine flashed a devilish smile.

  “One shot.” Sam raised her finger. “Or there wouldn’t be a slumber party.”

  We nodded in agreement.

  Carmen waved Trent over.

  “What would you like?”

  “Shots of Patron.”

  He grabbed the bottle, then poured seven shots.

  Sierra picked up the shot glass. “Ladies, are you ready?” she threw her fist in the air.

  “Yes,” we shouted.

  We slammed the tequila down our throats. The liquid burned my esophagus en route to my belly.

  “Woo!” I squealed.

  Nadine clapped her hands. “I’m ready.”

  Sierra snatched the microphone off the surface, then climbed onto the counter. One by one, we grabbed a mic and hoisted ourselves up onto the bar. Standing side by side, we snorted and bumped our hips against each other. Sierra held the microphone to her lips and bellowed out ‘Say my name’ as it blared through the speakers around the club. We sang along, strutting in opposite directions. The guy Sebastian pointed out kept his eyes on me. I ignored him after that. People gathered around the bar, cheering. By the end of the song they chanted, “Encore, encore.”

  Carmen thrusted her fist in the air. “They love us. We should give them one more song.” She squeezed Zoey’s hands, smiling between us.

  I nodded, then glanced at Samantha and Emoni to my left. “One more song.”

  The beat filled the room. We sashayed side to side as we sang ‘Independent women.’ I leaned forward, smiling at Nadine and Sierra.”

  Those below us swayed, their hands in the air dancing to the beat.

  “Sing along.” My voice amplified through the microphone.

  “All the women who are independent throw your hands up at me. All the honeys, who making money throw your hands up at me.”

  There was a movement happening before our eyes. This was the second night we were able to let down our hair without a major incident occurring. While we were on our own, anyway. Before I knew it, the blond guy stood at my feet, peering up at me. Please don’t let him lay a hand on me. I didn’t want to have to kick the guy in his face and ruin this awesome moment. The song ended at the right time. We bowed and kissed each other’s cheeks.

  I shook my long wavy hair. “That was spectacular.”

  My eyes met his. “Excuse me.”

  He offered his hand with a cute smirk. I sat on the bar and placed my palm in his. The man guided me down with his other hand.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re a beauty. Shoot, where are my manners. My name is Sawyer and yours?”

  I grinned as we shook hands.

  “Sydney and thank you.”

  “The second you walked through the door, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

  “Who was the guy you spoke to earlier on the phone? Your bodyguard?”

  An uncomfortable chuckle slipped past my lips. “No, he’s my husband. He noticed you. He said you were checking me out. I told him he was crazy.”

  “He’s got a good eye.”

  Sawyer moved forward, towering over me. I took a step back. “Excuse me.” He called out to Trent.

  “What would y
ou like to drink?”

  “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  His lips curled at one end. “It’s just a drink.”

  “To you it’s just a drink, but to me it’s more. I won’t accept a drink from a man who isn’t one of our husbands.” I pointed my finger toward my family.

  “My girls and I are out tonight to have a good time. I appreciate the compliments and the drink offer. Have a good night.”

  I turned to the bar, meeting Trent’s gaze.

  “What would you like?”

  “Nothing right now.” I hiked my thumb over my shoulder. “He wanted to order.”

  Trent jerked his chin upward at Sawyer. “What can I get you man?”

  “A domestic beer and whatever she’s drinking.”

  My lips tightened. What the fuck? Why can’t men ever take a hint?

  “I’ll be right back.”

  A hand gripped my hip. The tiny hairs stood all over my body. Not for me, for him. Fuck, this guy had a death wish. Guess he didn’t take rejection well. His other hand pressed against the bar caging me in. “It’s just a drink,” he whispered into my ear.

  “You stepped in shit talking to me. My husband’s watching you right now.”

  “He’s here?” He scanned the bar.

  “Nope, he’s watching remotely. He’s a hacker. Walk away. This is my time with my girls. The last thing I want is for my husband to beat your ass.”

  Thought he’d move his hand. He squeezed tighter. My eyes met Samantha’s. She smirked against the rim of her glass.

  I grabbed his hand and spun around, twisting his arm.

  “Ah,” he groaned as I brought him to his knees.

  “When a woman tells you nicely, she’s not interested, take heed.”

  Air blew through his tight lips as his cold gaze burned into mine.

  “I’m sure there’s another pretty, single woman here who’d love to talk to you.” I twisted tighter.

  “But this woman is taken,” I snarled, then released his hand.

  Clapping erupted. Women around the club circled around us. Someone slapped me on the back. “Good job, cousin. I smiled, then peeked at Zoey.

  “He got off easy.” She wrapped her arm around mine.

  I rested my head on hers. “Yeah, I had to prevent a certain someone from showing up.”

  Sawyer rose, stumbling backward into a woman. She shoved him. “Watch it, asshole.”