Remember When We

by Gray, Khardine

  I hit him in his chest, but it was like hitting a wall. It did nothing. Didn’t move him or faze him. He just stood there towering over me with his height.

  Standing there glaring.

  “You never loved me.” I was so stupid. So very foolish. I’d taken the phrase young and dumb to the next level. I had fallen for a man who just wanted to use me; my brother’s best friend. Now this. “You never cared about me. I was just a thing. You never actually wanted me.”

  He grabbed my hands as I lashed out again and grabbed me too, shoving me hard against the wall.

  His eyes were a mixture of pain and fury.

  But just like last night he stopped my next words with a kiss. Clamping my face in his big hands he captured my mouth and made my head spin. A hard kiss that wiped the anger and rage from my mind in an instant.

  It was a kiss that was every bit raw, and unapologetic as it was seductive.

  I wanted to run. Run far away like my brain was telling me. Escape like I knew I should, because this man had hurt me in so many ways.

  My legs just wouldn’t move. My body just wouldn’t listen. It was the same as always. I couldn’t will myself to pull away from him, because he was Gio.

  Eight years and I was still the same. The same girl who melted at his touch. I was still the same girl who melted at his kisses and wished he would devour her like he was doing now.

  The kiss he gave me wasn’t the kind I could run away from. Even if my car was right beside me I didn’t think I would have been able to jump in it like I had last night and drive away.

  Escape.

  No. I couldn’t and didn’t want to either.

  His mouth rained merciless kisses on my lips, capturing my mind and sealing me with the passion that had always enticed and lured me to him. I was the prey and he the predator who knew he was going to trap me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. Even now I would never say no, even if I tried.

  It was why he was doing this to me.

  Kissing me the same way he’d made love to me.

  Wild and reckless.

  Possessive, like he owned me and there wasn’t anything I could do about it, but accept it.

  Just like the truth I served him. It was the same truth.

  Frankie Santora couldn’t own me the way he thought he could. No man could, because I belonged to Gio … Gio Bianchi.

  I belonged to him whether he wanted me or not. Maybe I was completely screwed in my mind, because this man told me he didn’t love me. Had told me that he didn’t want me, but here I was desperate for him to consume me.

  His hard, strong lips crushed to mine, deepening the provocative pressure told me he planned to do exactly that.

  Consume me.

  Grabbing a fist full of my dark locks he made love to my mouth, letting me know exactly what he planned to do to my body. His lips wandered across my cheekbones, my chin, my nose, my eyes, nuzzled my ear, and nipped my neck pushing reality to the deepest corner of my mind.

  “Baby doll,” his breath whispered over my neck. I arched my back into the hard walls of his chest as he lingered there.

  Then every cell in my body erupted with need. The desperate need for him to touch me everywhere. Anticipation and the wild sexual desire that flickered between us hung heavy in the air.

  I smoothed my hands up his neck and ran my fingers over his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against my fingertips. Loving the feel of him, relishing that it was actually him ... Gio. Pinning my hand to the wall he grabbed the edge of my top and bunched it up in a tight fist, pulling so that the little straps fell down my shoulders and the front dipped low showing off the huge swells of my breasts. He nuzzled his face there with the same intensity and wildly moved over to suck my aching nipples through the sheer pink fabric. He sucked harder, making me moan from the pleasure.

  And, damn him. Damn him he knew just what to do to me sealing my mind and make my body obey his command. He moved the fabric away completely making my breasts spill out from my bra. A wicked smile lit up his face as his hot palms cupped their weight, making my breasts warm from the heat that seared me. He lowered and ran his tongue over the sensual valley between them electrifying me with the mind blowing, mesmerizing sensation. Then his thumb scraped greedily over my tight taut nipples and before I could catch my breath, he dove in closing his lips over the peaks that were practically begging to be sucked.

  The way he touched me made me remember when he had done that for the first time. It was with the same need, like he’d been hungry for it. Hungry for me.

  His lips trailed a hot line of kisses up my chest and neck, right back to my lips. I was about to get lost in him again when he moved back to pull my top up and over my head.

  One quick snap at the little butterfly clasp freed my bra and sent it floating down my shoulders while he pushed his thumb down the side of my skirt. He hooked his finger in the edge of my panties, tugging on it and pulling me back to him.

  With the same desperation I backed off his leather jacket and reached for the hem of his t-shirt.

  A devilish smile spread across his face as he lifted his arms up and allowed me to take off his shirt.

  With quick fingers he wrenched my skirt, practically tore it off and dragged my panties down my legs. He pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time allowing his cock to spring free. He groaned deep and low when I touched him. I continued to run my fingers over its length and thickness, up and down.

  It was just for a few seconds.

  He flipped me around to face the wall, slipped his arm around me and pushed his fingers deep inside my core. I gasped sucking in a deep sharp breath, and another when his fingers were replaced by the fat head of his cock.

  A bolt of fire lanced into me when he thrust in deep with dominant forcefulness. It stole away the breath that remained in my lungs and a desperate moan escaped my throat.

  With one hand circled around to the front of my body, cupping my breasts, and the other tight on my hip, he started pumping. Heat swept across my body making my heart slam inside me in an erratic rhythm that matched his pounding.

  Pounding, pumping faster and faster as he fucked me. I had to dig my fingers into the wall, my nails slicing into the wallpaper.

  Sensation and emotion wrapped around me. I had to arch my back into him to take it, to take his possessive hold on my body.

  The insatiable sensation raced over my body like electricity tantalizing every nerve and fiber of my being. Thrill after thrill shot through my soul and I couldn’t stop the mindless sounds of passion that fell from my lips.

  My eyes fluttered shut, glittered with the lights that flashed behind my lids and snapped open when he increased his speed making my inner walls ripple against him. Each hard stroke sent me reeling and his steely grip on my hip tightened painfully. Yet my body ached, demanding more.

  My body wanted so much more and he gave it to me. “I want you Lyssa, I fucking want you. That was always the problem.” He growled hammering into me with more need making my hair fall forward over my face and my breasts bouncing so hard it hurt.

  Hearts beating fast, our bodies melting we moved as one with the driving hunger of passion and pure ecstasy.

  I was so lost in the sensation of him that I never sensed the buildup. It just snuck up on me. Crept into my body like liquid fire flowing through my veins, then it exploded. It burst into a greedy orgasm, singeing my veins in a scorching wave of scandalous pleasure.

  It crippled my body and left me dizzy with desire. Blissful, blistering pleasure that seized me, splintering my mind from reality. My poor body writhed in orgasm overload and triggered him to pump even harder. We both lost control, letting the madness take over us.

  When his body shuddered against mine, I knew he was coming too. He thrust deeper and faster before he stilled pouring himself into me, grunting from the satisfaction of his release.

  We stayed that way for a few seconds. Me resting my hands on the wall. Him holding me. He then released me
and pulled out, letting reality back in.

  Reality that waved it’s ugly head in front of me, waving that what did I do flag.

  Wild and unprotected sex that’s what I had just done. Since I wasn’t involved with anyone and didn’t plan to be, I didn’t know when last I checked to see if my birth control implant had run out. It was the exact same thing that had happened last time.

  My God.

  What the fuck did I do indeed? Add that to the fact that we’d had that wild sex in Carla’s office, moaning and groaning like we were in the privacy of our own bedroom.

  The walls in the salon were fucking thin. It wasn’t the kind of set up to do anything of the sort in. People would have heard. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. What if she came back? What if she came back and was furious with me, because this was so very unprofessional.

  I bent down to grab my bag. I dug through it for the little card I got from the doctors when I got my implant.

  There it was and I sighed mentally when I saw it. October, I was good for another three months.

  I grabbed my clothes. Maybe I could climb through the back window.

  I was so fucked up I wasn’t thinking straight.

  I wasn’t thinking at all.

  Warm strong hands reached for me and turned me around. To both my horror and surprise he’d grabbed a box of tissues and started cleaning me off. I tried to stop him, but he caught my hand.

  He held me still and stood, his eyes now holding me in place.

  “I lied to you,” he said.

  I didn’t know what he was talking about. I shook my head at him not understanding.

  “What did you lie about?”

  “Everything I said that day when I left. I lied, because I thought me leaving would give you a better life.”

  Numbness filled me and the pressure that built up in my chest made me forget to breathe.

  My lips parted. What was he saying to me?

  “Gio, you said you didn’t love me.” My eyes filled with tears. Maybe out of everything he said even telling me he was with other women, that was what hurt the most.

  He shook his head. “I lied. I lied about the whole thing. It was my fault Marshall got himself killed and I didn’t want to fuck up your life too.”

  He cupped my face.

  “It was a lie?”

  He nodded. “Get dressed.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Out.”

  Chapter 12

  Gio

  It was like we just picked up where we left off.

  Right from that last time when we were together.

  The very last time I got to indulge on her perfect body.

  The only difference was the place since we weren’t at my house. We were at a hotel on main in the penthouse suite. After a forever without her I wasn’t about to grab any old room and continue my indulgence on the woman I’d wanted my whole life. She was the woman whose face I saw everywhere. The one woman I tried so hard to forget. All it took was the sight of a girl with raven hair and then I’d remember her. I shamelessly tried to replace her with others, seeing her face in the faces of women I’d been with. I was such an idiot. Nothing could replace her. Nothing and no one ever could.

  This was my Lyssa Carson.

  Her …

  Lyssa.

  Then nineteen, now twenty-eight and the mother of my child.

  I couldn’t believe I was with her.

  I was indulging on her and indulging on my selfishness. Selfish, because I was an even worse man than I had been when I left. So much worse and wanting the same thing I had wanted that day back when I was with her like this.

  I wanted to take her back to Chicago. I wanted to take them both, her and Matthew back to Chicago. To live out the dream I wanted, because damn when I asked her before I saw myself with her and the future; our future together. I wasn’t just asking her to come shack up with me in the little apartment I had back then. I saw myself with her in our own house. When I looked at this girl, she made me see that whole vision with the house, the porch with the potted plants, a front board swing, white picket fence, and our child playing with the family dog.

  All of that was what I saw. I saw us together, and I hoped we could be even more and have a family.

  I had my dream—I had her and I had a son—me.

  It would be careless now to take them back to my dark world in Chicago, putting them in danger and I couldn’t leave them there. I couldn’t leave them here either, it wasn’t an option.

  So, what did that leave me with?

  Stay for good? Stop being a mobster?

  It ran deeper than that and I didn’t know if that was possible. Luc had done it. Luc gave up the business for Amelia, but realistically he gave up the practical parts of being involved in the business.

  Danger however would always follow them both, because of who they were. It would be the same for me just worse, because Claudius and The Four were known for being notorious. Luc was a badass, ruthless, and merciless, but in comparison to us he was the gangster with heart.

  Lyssa, her touch made my soul shiver as she caressed my cheek. We’d been lying here on the bed naked kissing in between breaks. Breaks, I’d had her five times and I didn’t know what time of day it was. It was dark outside

  that was all I knew.

  Night had fallen long ago and I didn’t know what the fuck time it was, but I wanted her again.

  Especially when she kissed me so deeply and passionately. Pressing her lips on mine, as she tangled her tongue with mine like she wanted to devour me.

  An arrow of fire shot straight to my cock making me feel as if I were burning from the inside out. Every kiss fueled the fire and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more of her. Just when I thought I had what I wanted I realized I wanted even more.

  I wasn’t ready for her to pull away.

  “Gio …” She breathed, my lips smoothed back over hers cutting off her words. She giggled a little and pulled away again. “I have to go. I have to get home to Matthew.”

  Fuck … I looked at her and felt stupid. We were parents, we couldn’t just forget the time like this. We weren’t the carefree spirited people we were eight years ago who could just get away with fucking each other to death if that’s what we wanted.

  “One more time, just one more time.” I needed her one more time.

  “One more time.” She said breathlessly, her voice filled with desire and hunger that matched mine.

  She said it like she needed and wanted me.

  I slid my hands up the sexy planes of her stomach and looked over her perfect body. I was right, the woman was perfect back then, now she had a body to die for.

  I just had to look. Look at her the way I wanted to when I shouldn’t have been looking. Just like when she was younger and forbidden to me.

  Her raven hair spilled out wild and sexy over the silky white sheets like an ocean of silk, glorious, and flawless. Her skin was alluring and radiant, glowing from hours of sex.

  Those jade eyes stared at me with a mingle of curiosity and sexy mischief. Her soft pink lips pouty and swollen from kissing me everywhere and sucking my cock.

  “You’re looking at me weird.” A little smile pulled at the corners of that sexy mouth.

  “Not weird, just remembering.”

  “When I looked better, and I could take better care of myself?” She giggled. There was no way she could think that. “Sorry to disappoint. I’m not the perky teenager who used to hit the spa on a weekly basis.”

  “You’re fucking perfect Lyssa. Absolutely fucking perfect and don’t you dare say anything other than that to me. Especially when I’m here thinking I landed the jackpot with a goddess.”

  Surprise washed over her face. As if I could say anything other than what I said.

  Unable to stave off the carnal desire any longer I reached for her. I was more than ready to satisfy my hunger I had for her. Sexual desires, hunger that needed to be satisfied.

  I parted
her thighs and buried my face between them wanting to feast on her sweet pussy one last time. I wanted that sweet nectar in my mouth. The sweet taste of her that flowed just for me.

  Licking, and tasting her as she moaned fueling the primitive force inside me that demanded more. More of her, more of what I could take from her.

  She writhed against my touch, moaning out loud the more I licked and sucked. I continued my onslaught and glided my hands up her body. I squeezed her breasts while running my thumb back and forth over the diamond hard light pink nipples that darkened the more I teased.

  All of this was fucking perfect. So damn perfect it robbed my mind of everything. My brain left me somewhere between going to Paul’s house where I discovered I had a son and going to see Lyssa at the salon.

  Damn it, I completely forgot my purpose in going to see Paul and why I went to the house in the first place. Marshall, that was why. I was supposed to be getting information on what support group he had been going to.

  At least that was what I was supposed to be doing.

  Fuck knew what the guys must have thought when they didn’t see me come back.

  I couldn’t even think about how while Paul seemed cordial in talking to me, I sort of wanted to hit him, because he was the one who told me to leave his daughter alone. He had blamed me and made me think I would ruin Lyssa’s life. That kind of guilt was fucked up and completely unfair. Adding insult to injury, years later I find out I have a son and had to introduce myself as mommy’s friend.

  Fuck that and fuck the thought of mommy’s friend.

  She cried out pressing into the bed and those sweet juices flowed into my mouth. I licked her clean, like a cat enjoying a meal, completely eating her out, and drinking until I was satisfied.

  No, I wasn’t mommy’s friend either. I wanted to make her mine, just like she had been before. I didn’t expect her to just accept me, but fuck if this wasn’t a step in the right direction.

  One very special night with the girl of my dreams.

  And I was about to take more from her.

  I sat up and positioned myself guiding my cock to her entrance. She then gasped as I slid into her with my blunt promise right inside her deliciously tight pussy.