Assassins & Mob Wives: Couples Retreat

by Posey Parks

  My heart plummeted to my feet. What the fuck? Did the problems looming behind the scenes interfere with our marriage? What else pushed her to seek attention from another man?

  I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, then the top. “I’m not giving you up, Zoey.”

  My tongue slid past her lips. She moaned into my mouth as her hand reached into my jeans. Zoey stroked my half hard cock.

  “This keeps happening, Brandon.” Her eyes glassed over again. Zoey ripped her clothes from my grip.

  “Maybe subconsciously you already have.”

  She sat up straight and climbed into her clothes.

  “Zoey, I’m asking you to stand by me.” I leaned over, kissing her neck.

  “I told you Tony and I will discuss the situation later this week. We’ll work out a plan to resolve the threat.”

  She jumped off the bed. “The threat you won’t discuss with your wife? Who is she? Is she blackmailing you? Are you fucking her?” Zoey stared into my eyes. “Is that the reason you can’t stay hard for me?”

  Her words hit my chest so hard felt like my heart shattered. “Fuck no.” I grabbed her face.

  “Zoey, the problem has my insides torn up. I need to fix it.”

  Her fists slammed into my chest. “You do that before me and the kids are gone.”

  I crushed her lips again. “You don’t mean that.”

  Zoey’s greedy fingers caressed my neck as her lips slipped away. “I’m trying to hang on to our love, Brandon. Fix this shit.”

  The trees in Punta Cana came into view, bringing me back from my memory. If I couldn’t fix the problems rearing their ugly heads, I’d lose everything. I peeked to the right, stealing another glance of my beautiful wife. She didn’t sit far, but yet she felt light years away. I reached across the seat and grabbed her hand. Zoey met my gaze. A smile bit her beautiful pouty lips. My cock sprung to life. Thank goodness. Several of my colleagues took Viagra. I didn’t want to be that guy who popped pills to make love to his wife. I was still young, for crying out loud.

  Romeo rolled to a stop in a circular drive. Eight gorgeous villas with brown roofs sat on acres of land. They were clustered together in a U shape. The houses shared one enormous yard. I hopped out and jogged around the truck and opened Zoey’s door. Pulling her flush against me, I winked. Her eyes grew the size of saucers.

  “Is that for me?” I heard the disbelief in her tone.

  My smile withered. “Yeah, baby. All of my hard ons are only for you.”

  The sound of Romeo’s throat clearing and truck doors clamping closed around us reminded me we were standing outside amongst our friends.

  Threading our fingers, I turned, grinning.

  He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll grab your luggage.”

  “Thanks Romeo.”

  We met our friends near the truck parked behind ours. “Sam, you out did yourself.”

  “Always a pleasure,” she beamed. “Each property is the same except for the middle house where we’ll eat meals together.” She dangled keys in my face.

  I grabbed number three.

  “Sounds good.” I tugged Zoey toward the third house.

  Samantha waved her hand. “If you guys choose to join us for drinks, we’ll meet in the back of house number five.”

  “Thanks, but Zoey and I have unfinished business. We’ll see you guys in the morning.” I saluted.

  The girls smiled at Zoey and their thumbs shot in the air. What the fuck was that about?

  She tucked herself under my arm where she belonged. The warm air swayed the lush palm trees.

  “You can’t keep me in the dark forever, Brandon.”

  I caressed her waist as I unlocked the door. “Zoey, you’re right. Have a seat on the sofa. Romeo and I will sweep the house.”

  She nodded. Romeo placed a sweeper in my hand.

  My hard on disappeared the moment we walked the property.

  Twenty minutes later, I attacked Zoey’s lips.

  She pressed her palms against my chest. “Are you sure he’s gone?”

  “Yes, I heard the door close.”

  She pouted.

  “I’ll check.” I ran to the door. Romeo clanked beers with the other bodyguards near the trucks. They loosened their ties and their boisterous laughter filled the air.

  “We’re good, baby.” I turned to her and my jaw slacked.

  Her radiant dark brown nipples held my attention. Drool could drip from my lips any minute. She kicked her dress aside, standing in only a purple thong.

  Kneeling before her, I wasted no time cupping her breast and sucking her nipple.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  Her fingers slicked through my curly brown mane. “I missed us, Brandon.”

  I released her taut nipple briefly. “Zoey, I did too.” My hungry mouth covered and sucked her other nipple like I hadn’t done so many times before.

  My wife who was the center of my world stayed on my mind constantly.

  “Is your cock hard?”

  Standing to my full height, I kicked my flops off and peeled my T-shirt over my head. “You tell me.”

  Her fingers traced over the ridges surrounding my abs. The corner of Zoey’s lower lip disappears into her mouth. I studied her every move. Every nerve in my body pulsated. All I wanted to do was fuck my wife into a cum haze. How could I have been so blind to the way she truly felt about the problems banging on my door? She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my board shorts and boxers, then shoved them to the floor.

  My cock sprung forth. She inhaled sharply, then licked her lips. I knew my wife so I could predict her next move. Zoey wanted to suck my dick. Not now. Tomorrow maybe, but in this moment, I owed my wife pleasure. Stepping forward, I tugged her hair. Her beautiful neck called to me. I slid my tongue along the sensitive skin under her chin. Zoey’s moans fueled my hunger. She gripped my biceps, and I squeezed her ass.

  “Remember the day you stood at my door in Peru?”

  She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

  I towered over her, holding Zoey in my arms.

  “All I could ponder on was how I was to blame for your accident that caused you to lose the use of your legs. If my beating heart didn’t feel like it was decaying every day, I would’ve left you in South Carolina.”

  Her long lashes swayed over her mocha skin. I planted a kiss against her trembling lips.

  “In the beginning I put in the work to make you happy. I had to. Being married to a doctor is hard work. There are days I don’t come home.”

  Her body shivered in my arms. What have I done?

  “Look at me, Zoey.”

  She turned her head to the side. I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Open your eyes, baby.”

  Zoey’s beautiful eyes popped open. Tear drops pooled on her lower lashes.

  “I sent lunch to your office, or I asked you to have lunch with me at the hospital. After a while, my responsibilities became more demanding. Then our relationship crumbled. I knew what was happening, but I ignored the signs. On this trip, I’ve reflected on all I’ve done wrong in our marriage. I thought I wanted to be chief.”

  She shook her head and broke free from my embrace. “No.” She stretched her hand out.

  “Yes, Zoey.” My arms widened. “The youngest chief running one of the largest hospitals in the country. That would’ve been a grand accomplishment.”

  Zoey stepped backward, hyperventilating. “You can’t do this.”

  “We’re billionaires. I don’t have to practice medicine.”

  Tears streaming down her face, she gripped her hair and ran toward the stairs. Extending my long legs, I stalked across the light wood floor. My arm wrapped around her waist, and her legs swung in the air.

  “Put me down.”

  “No. Not until you accept you are enough.”

  Her fists slammed against my arm. “Don’t do this.”

  “Calm down. I didn’t quit my job. In
stead I stepped back as chief.”

  Zoey’s body slumped in my arms.

  “You and our children are more important than being chief.”

  “I don’t want you to regret your decision later.”

  “Zoey, that was my father’s dream for me. I love practicing medicine, but I don’t have to run the hospital.” I lowered Zoey to her feet.

  Slowly she turned, meeting my gaze.

  I pressed my large hand against her neck. Her lids closed.

  “The day I first saw you jump started my heart.” My Boston accent came off thick.

  “I knew I wanted a girlfriend. A wife. But I didn’t know how I’d ever meet her since I was fucking a ton of women.”

  Her brow kicked up. “Really.”

  I chuckled. “Sorry, baby. I’m trying to say I wanted you to be mine. Sharing you with another guy was out of the question. That’s why I kind of kidnapped you.”

  Her lids closed as she burst into laughter. “You did.”

  Our eyes locked again, and I slipped my tongue past her lips, taking possession of what was mine.

  “Do you still love me?” I murmured against her soft lips.

  Zoey’s palms pressed against my pecs. “Yeah,” she stated in sort of an amusing way.

  There was nothing funny about the question. My smile disappeared. Gripping her thighs, I lifted her into my arms.

  “Talk to me.”

  A shiver shot through her and goosebumps pricked her arms as they draped over my shoulders. She peeked into the kitchen as I padded across the floor toward the window seat.

  “Cold?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll warm you up.”

  My lips pressed against her hair. “Zoey, you don’t have to say a word, I’ll begin. If I didn’t want to share you in the beginning when you weren’t my wife, why would that change now that you are?” Leaning over Zoey, I sat her on the bench, holding her gaze.

  “I don’t want to share you either.”

  “You aren’t sharing me with another woman.”

  Zoey’s face twisted as she inched closer. “You sure about that?”

  “I think it’s time I remind you who you married. You can only poke a bear so many times before he pulverizes his prey. You’re my wife. And that motherfucker you spend time with on your morning run...”

  Zoey’s eyes turned cold and her demeanor became unaffected by my words.

  “...can disappear in the blink of an eye.”

  “I’m not fucking anyone else. Only my husband, when he can get it up for me,” she cried.

  Each time she reminded me of my inability to please her, those words pierced my heart. Tonight, I’d end the bullshit. I ripped the tiny thong from her body. Zoey’s chest rose and fell as she studied my every move.

  Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide. Her breath hitched.

  I felt a cunning smile rise on my lips as I pressed against her knee. Arm stretched I traced my fingertips along her inner thigh, passing her pussy and landing on her hip. Her eyes darkened a bit. I knew what she wanted. My fingers to touch her wet pussy. Zoey’s gaze held sadness and need.

  I stroked my cock with my free hand. “Watch,” I ordered.

  She balled her fists against the burgundy chenille throw.

  “Remember the times you attacked me the second I entered the house, demanding I fuck you?”

  “Yes,” she panted with anticipation. Hooking my arm around her thigh, I inched closer, blowing on her clit.

  Her head thudded the large window pane. She’d shred the throw if I didn’t give her what she wanted.

  “Do you agree we were in a good place a year ago?” I wiggled my tongue against the tip of her clit.

  “Yes, Brandon.” Zoey threaded our fingers.

  “You’re torturing me.”

  “Yeah, I know. You needed to be reminded of how whipped you are for my tongue and my dick,” I growled.

  The moonlight danced across her perky brown breasts.

  Her body shuddered and her labia met my lips.

  The need to lap up every cum drop warped my brain. Shit, I was torturing us both. The flat surface of my tongue slicked from her ass to her mound.

  “Brandon, Brandon.” Her breathless words revealed I still held what she loved most. My ability to press all her pleasure buttons. I felt her fingers sway, then grip my hair follicles as I shoved my tongue in her needy tight hole.

  “God, I miss this.”

  I removed my tongue and her eyes popped open. “Do you still want to fuck another man?”

  “What? No, I just wanted my husband back. I was bitter because I thought you were fucking another woman.”

  “No, Zoey. That life is behind me. I don’t have a desire to fuck another woman. If my being cordial to a colleague makes you think I’m fucking someone else, then we have bigger problems.”

  Her brows rustled together, and she lowered my head between her legs.

  “Don’t stop eating my pussy until I come, Brandon.”

  Her pussy bucked wildly against my face.

  “I’ve needed you Brandon, and you weren’t there. I wouldn’t ever fuck another man. How could I when I only want to be pleased by you?”

  My tongue circled her clit and her body tensed.

  “Oh, oh,” she mumbled. Zoey’s shaky legs wrapped around my head.

  “God, that feels so...good.” She tugged my hair harder. One of her legs flopped to the side like a noodle.

  Sucking her clit into my mouth must have been it. Zoey hand flung, hitting the window.

  “My God, Brandon, I’m coming.”

  I clutched her shaky legs as I kneeled on the bench. Lining my cock up with her convulsing hole was a challenge, but one I faced head on. Get it. I laughed on the inside.

  Yeah, I still made light of angst situations. Plunging into her walls that squeezed my cock just right, I bit my lower lip that tasted of her. I loved the way my wife tasted. Did I need to remind myself she was my wife, not his?

  Zoey caressed my glistening face and stared deep into my gray eyes. “I love you. I love us.”

  “I know you do. The only dick that will ever see this pussy is mine,” I roared.

  The tears streaked her face as her teeth grazed my cheek. “My pussy mixed with your aftershave smell so good.”

  “You better fucking believe it.” The way she marveled my face and her fingers dug into my back was like heaven. Every day of this trip would be dedicated to repairing my broken marriage. My wife had fallen out of love with me. Her assassin friend told me. She also said I needed to get my shit together before I lost my wife. That couldn’t happen. She was all mine. No one else could have Zoey.

  Biting into her neck, I stroked faster. The sound of my cock slapping her pussy echoed through the house.

  “Zoey, I only love you. Do you believe me?”

  “Ah.” Her voice strained. “Yes.”

  Swaying her fingers over my neck, I slid deeper inside of her. The night we first made love came to mind.

  “Make love to me upstairs.”

  I scooped her up into my arms and whisked her up the stairs into the first master bedroom on the left.

  Stalking across the natural tiles, I tossed the sheets back and laid Zoey beneath me.

  “Brandon?” She twirled her fingers in my curls.

  “Yes?”

  “What can I do to help us never hit rock bottom again?

  Maybe more back rubs are in order.”

  I kissed her nose as my cock sank inside her tightness. “Shit,” I groaned.

  “You did nothing wrong, baby. This was all on me.” I nipped her ear.

  “I’ll let you in starting tonight.” Slowly, I slid back and forth inside her. “I won’t keep you in the dark.”

  Her lips pressed against mine. “Thank you, Brandon. We’re assassins. Whoever’s threatening us we’ll end them together.”

  Stroking her thigh, I held her gaze. “We will.”

  “Good.” She flipped
us over, straddling me.

  Zoey slid her hand up and down my cock. “This is what I want.” She snickered.

  My smile rose and fell as I caressed her cheek. “This. This right here,” my voice wavered.

  “Being with you. That glow that adorns that beautiful face sends my heart beating against my ribcage. I take my vows seriously. For better or worse.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “You took good care of me when I couldn’t walk.”

  “It may not seem like it all the time, but my world revolves around you.” My lips crashed into hers as she slid down my cock.

  “Fuck, baby.” I clenched her round ass.

  “The first time I slid inside you, I knew I couldn’t let you go.”

  I sat up, sucking her brown nipple into my mouth. “Yeah, ride me just like that.”

  That sexy smile danced on her lips as she gripped my shoulders.

  “Come with me, Brandon.”

  I held her waist and plowed into her again and again. Her hair fell around us. “I’m coming.”

  The way the pleasure struck her face gave me hope that we’d survive the turmoil that slammed into our marriage like a car wreck.

  Holding her still, my cum exploded inside her. “This could be the making of our third child.”

  Our chests rose and fell together. We laughed.

  “Do you want to take a quick shower then see if our friends are still drinking? If not we can walk on the beach?”

  She grinned from ear to ear. “Hell, yeah. I’ll text Samantha.”

  I’d be sure to thank Samantha, her assassin buddy for lighting a fire under my ass. If Zoey wasn’t in love with me like she once was a year ago, by the end of the week I’d pull out all the stops to show she’s the center of my life.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  BRANDON

  ASSASSIN

  ZOEY’S FINGERS THREADED mine. Sipping the beer, I snagged from the main house; we strolled into the backyard.

  Gripping Tony’s thighs, Nadine swayed her hips to the beat of a hip-hop song. Clearly, she knew all the words to “All Eyes On You” by Meek Mill Ft. Nicki and Chris Brown.

  Tony puffed a cigar, never taking his eyes off of her. She climbed into his lap and sang the melody in his ear. A smile grew across his face behind his blue tinted sunglasses. The man rarely smiled. Hard to believe Tony was married and had a family. This guy was walking mafia. He wore a white button-down short-sleeve shirt, matching board shorts and blue loafers. He and Dominic were the only men wearing expensive shoes tonight. Tony mainly wore suits while he worked for Jacob and Samantha. When he and I performed jobs, Tony wore all black or camouflage gear.