All of that from just one kiss.
I fist her hair, my tongue plunging deeper into her eager mouth. I drink her in, devouring her essence and letting it consume my body and mind. I slide my hand down the front of her robe, fumbling with the knotted belt until it falls open, revealing her red lace panties.
She slides the buttons on my shirt open and pushes it off my shoulders. I shrug my arms out and toss it to the floor, pulling her onto my lap. She grazes my battle scars with her finger, her eyebrows furrowed. “Are these all…?”
I nod. “Yeah. That one is the latest from the crackerjack kidnapped my brother Ant’s girl. It’s kind of a joke between us because I’m still not sure who actually shot me. I swear it was him and never let him live it down.”
She lets out a soft giggle, letting the robe fall to her elbows and dropping her head back as I dive into her neck. My lips track a course toward her heaving chest. I can’t get enough of her…the feel of her velvety-soft skin under the pads of my fingertips, the tickle of her long dark hair on my skin, and the sound of her mewls as I brush my lips against the sensitive spot behind her ears.
My cock is about to bust through my pants as she grinds against it, and I have to use every ounce of restraint not to tear off her panties and sink into her right here, right now. But I don’t have to. She slips them to her ankles and climbs on top of me. Her legs straddle me, leaning close so her tits rub against my bare chest, her nipples so hard, they could cut glass. I flick them with my tongue and teeth, feasting on each one as her pussy writhes harder and faster against me.
Shit, I’m gonna come harder than a fucking teenager having his first wet dream if she doesn’t stop that.
Oh, but, fuck me, I don’t want her to stop.
I drag my fingertips down the slope of her spine as her hips buck forward, and I grab her ass, forcing it toward me.
So fucking tight.
So fucking wet.
I grit my teeth as her hand cups my dick, rubbing it as I slide my fingers over her clit, flicking it with my thumb every time my fingers delve into her.
“You feel so good,” I growl, bringing her head down to me and crushing my lips against hers. Her juices flow over my fingers, her soft pants for more making me damn close to erupting in my pants. “But I need more, Gemma. I need everything.”
Her eyes open a crack, her swollen lips lifting at the corners. “Okay,” she whispers. “Now.” Very slowly, she lifts herself off of me, standing up and dropping her robe, her violet eyes on me with every move she makes. It flutters to the floor as she stares at me with a half-hooded gaze.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck off her juices, flashing her a half-grin. “I’m still hungry.”
She reaches for me and pulls me up so that I tower over her. I dig my fingers into her slim hips. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Gemma cocks her head to the side, a smile spreading across her face.
It’s the one I remember.
The one I feared I’d never see again.
I gather her in my arms and she locks her legs around me as I carry her toward an open door off the bathroom. I sure as hell hope there’s a bed in there, because as far as I can tell, there are no other rooms in this place.
I walk into the darkened room, not bothering with the light. My legs eventually hit what I take to be a bed and I lower her to the mattress, sliding one hand down the front of her tight body as I unbuckle my belt and unhook my pants, kicking off everything keeping my stiff cock away from her golden pussy.
I drop to my knees, sliding her toward the edge of the bed, looping my arms under her thighs. I sweep my tongue down her wet slit, pressing into her as she thrusts forward into my mouth. My fingers dig into her creamy thighs as I flick her clit with my tongue, gently sucking it through my teeth as her wails get louder and more desperate. Her cries turn to sharp pants as her pussy quivers around my tongue, her sweet juices flowing into my greedy mouth.
Holy fuck.
I could come like a fucking rocket blasting into space right this second.
And she hasn’t even laid a finger on me yet.
My lips assault her flushed skin in the most sensual way as her body calms, readying itself for me.
I hover over her trembling lips, her eyes bright with lust and love, her skin pink and glowing. I’ve never seen her look so beautiful. “I love you, Gem,” I whisper as I sink into her wetness, thrusting my hips forward, her pussy blanketing my cock in slick heat.
“Ahh!” she yelps, her fingernails digging into my back as my dick stretches her. She’s so tight…fuck, is she—?
“Gem,” I pant. “Am I hurting you?”
“It burns a little, but it’s okay,” she rasps. “I want this, Tommy. I always wanted you to be my first.”
Jesus Christ, she’s a virgin, a reality that makes me even harder. I had no idea that was even possible. I let out a deep groan as her legs lock around me, her gasps for air and her pleas for God powering me to drive deeper and harder.
My mind short-circuits with each push and pull, my body numb to everything except the pure carnal bliss flooding my veins. I’m drowning in everything that is her.
I never knew how very lost I was before she came into my life and that since she’s been gone, I’ve been waiting to be found.
Not really living.
Just existing in limbo.
Money, fame, and success.
None of it meant anything…means anything…without Gemma.
My dick slides in and out of her pussy with long, deep strokes that keep her screaming for more. It throbs and pulsates as her muscles clamp around me, drawing me in farther, burying me deep so the head of my dick presses against the spot that makes the walls shake from her screeches.
Our bodies slap together, our skin drenched with sweat and flushed with the heat of electricity flowing between us. I wrap my arms around her and lift her onto my lap, driving into her with everything I have. She grits her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut as her body loses control and tremors rock her core. She fists my hair as her quivering pussy clamps around my cock, her mouth singing.
It’s the most beautiful fucking music I’ve ever heard in my life.
And it’s only then that I finally let go and tumble into the abyss right alongside her.
I don’t care where we land.
I don’t care if we land.
All I care about is having her by my side.
My eyes open a crack at the sound of creaking floorboards. I can’t see the end of my damn nose, it’s so dark in here. I reach out for Gemma, my hand creeping desperately around on the mattress next to me.
But she’s gone.
I sit straight up, tiny hairs on the back of my neck prickling as if there’s some threat looming over me.
Over us.
I swallow a groan when I realize my jacket…and my gun…are still in the front room.
I scrub a hand down the front of my face. Someone must have followed me here. Maybe it was fucking Juan or his thugs, thinking they’d spring their revenge on me when I wasn’t paying attention.
Jesus Christ, am I ever gonna learn?
I swing my legs around the side of the bed and inch toward the door. I throw on my jeans and tiptoe out of the room. I peer at the closed bathroom door, but there’s no light coming from the bottom.
She’s not in there.
And with those shit locks on the door, any fucking monkey could break in and do God only knows what.
I try to settle my breathing because panicking isn’t gonna help me right now. If Juan tracked me here, if he’s got Gemma—
A faint light glows brighter as I move toward the tiny kitchen, and my ears prick when I hear a heated whisper.
“I told you I’d take care of it.” My brow furrows at her quivering voice, and I peer at the now-lit up face of my watch. Two o’clock in the morning. Who the fuck is she talking to?
“Tomorrow? What are you—?” A frustrated sigh follows and then a tearful pl
ea. “Please just…look, I did what you asked…no…no, of course not.” Pause. “Okay…okay, yes, but please don’t—"
That’s when a low strangled cry escapes her lips and she clicks off the phone, plunging the room into darkness once again.
“Gem?” I whisper, trying hard not to startle her.
Unsuccessfully.
She yelps and flips on the kitchen switch, flooding the room with light. “Tommy!”
I force a smile. “Who else? Unless you’re keeping someone else here that I don’t know about?”
A nervous giggle tumbles from her lips and she runs a hand through her sleep-tangled hair. “I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”
“I heard a noise and you know, came out here to make sure everything was still locked down.” I shrug. “I’m a light sleeper. Always have been. Occupational hazard, I guess.” I tilt her chin upward. “Hey, you wanna tell me what that phone call was about? Who needed to get to you so badly in the middle of the night, babe? You in some kinda trouble?”
Bright spots of pink appear on her cheeks and she dips her head to study the corner of her robe. “It’s, ah, it’s Gio. I’m afraid he’s gotten himself in trouble again. Gambling, you know,” she says in a soft voice. “I begged him to stay away from the underground card games once he got out of prison, but he, ah, he…” Her shoulders sag, and I pull her into my arms. Her chest quivers, voice cracking, and I know the tears are so close.
That fucking idiot. How much more shit is he gonna shovel onto his mother and Gemma? As if they haven’t already been through enough.
I drop a kiss onto the top of her head. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise. Where is he? I’ll go now and take care of whatever his debt is, okay?”
“N-no,” she says, pulling away. Her eyes are wide with shock and fear. “You can’t!”
“If he’s in trouble, I’d rather take care of it before it comes for you and your mother,” I say, walking over to the couch to grab my shirt.
Gemma follows me and grabs my arm before I can slide it on. “Please, Tommy. Don’t go. He didn’t even tell me where he was. If things get really bad, I know he’ll call back and then you can go after him, okay?” She puts her hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down. “Stay? Please don’t leave, not when you finally found me again.” She looks up at me through her thick, dark eyelashes and lets her robe fall to the floor. “I need you right here,” she murmurs, taking my hand and dragging it down the front of her smooth torso and pressing my fingers against her clit. I grip her hips with one hand as I drive my fingers into her slick pussy…my pussy…dragging them in and out as she writhes against them. Tiny mewls tumble from her lips, the anticipation of sinking into her heat making my cock swell. My lips crash against hers, pure carnal energy crackling between us as we devour each other, unleashing all of the pent-up desire of the past years.
How the fuck could I have gotten lucky enough for another chance with her? I must’ve done something good and right in my life, because being with Gemma is better than any heaven I could ever imagine.
She shoves my boxers to my ankles, gripping my dick in her soft hands. Her hands tighten around the shaft, tugging, pulling, and stroking it faster and harder with each passing second.
She wants it bad.
And fuck me if I don’t feel the same way.
“Make love to me, Tommy.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I take in a sharp breath as she slides her fingers across the swollen head of my cock, her lips navigating a path back toward the spot behind my ear that she knows drives me fucking insane.
This is exactly what I fantasized about for so long.
Us.
Together.
In love.
And tucked away from everything that can cause us pain.
I never want to lose this feeling.
I never want to lose her.
Looping my arm under one of her legs, I snake it around my waist, lifting her off the floor. She flings her other leg around me as I sink into her tight pussy. Her walls clench around me as I dig my fingers into the globes of her perfect ass. I drive my hips forward, plunging deeper until I don’t know where she ends and I begin.
I drag my lips up the slope of her neck, nipping at her bottom lip. I thrust harder…faster…and she slices at my flesh with her fingernails as her wails grow louder.
The deep ache in my groin intensifies as her juices flow over my cock, drowning me in everything she has to give. I bury myself inside of her, igniting the fire that rages for her and her alone. Bright white light flashes behind my eyes as everything in the world around us fades away. I squeeze my eyes shut as the orgasm tears through my insides, lighting up every single cell and nerve in my body.
And just like that, all thoughts of that asshole brother of hers and his severely fucked-up priorities are long forgotten.
None of that matters right now.
Nothing does…except us.
Chapter Sixteen
Gemma
I wake up with a pounding headache and an ache deep in the pit of my gut.
Good fucking morning to me.
I fling my arm over my eyes, thankful that Tommy is already awake and tooling around in the makeshift kitchen. He’s a master, yeah, but even a master couldn’t do shit with the little I have in my fridge.
My heart thumps as the events from last night pummel me like a crashing wave.
The call from Juan.
Him reneging on our deal.
The threats to the man I love.
Good God, what the hell have I done?
I put Tommy and his whole family at risk to save my own, but that wasn’t good enough for Juan.
He wants more.
What, I have no idea.
But sabotaging Tommy’s restaurant opening clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy his need for revenge.
“You did it?” Even hearing Juan’s low growl through the phone makes my skin crawl.
“I told you I’d take care of it.” My voice quivers as I wait for Juan to tell me I’m off the hook and that my family will finally be safe.
“Good girl,” he says, blowing out a stream of smoke. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow with your next set of instructions.”
“Tomorrow? What are you—?”
“Don’t question me, principessa. Just remember who’s holding the cards.” He lets out a chilling laugh. “You never show your hand up front. Always bluff your way to the end of the game, at least until you’ve won.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. That cocksucker! What the hell does he want now? “Please just…look, I did what you asked…”
“And now I’m asking for more. Are you going to tell me no?”
“…no…no, of course not.”
“You will deliver on the rest of my plan or else, principessa. If you don’t, you know exactly what will happen.”
“Okay…okay, yes, but please don’t—"
Click.
That was the end.
Of the conversation, of my freaking life!
Of everyone’s lives!
I press my fingertips to my temples. What more could he possibly want?
And is there any chance I can actually win this sick and twisted game? Or have I screwed everyone over by trusting the word of a fucking degenerate like Juan?
I’d managed to distract Tommy from his plans to save Gio, but what happens now when Juan calls back and gives me another order?
How can I deny him?
How can I deny the safety of my family?
A pang assaults my heart.
How can I deny the man I love?
My phone bleeps from the nightstand next to my bed and I let out a loud gasp.
Juan!
I stab the accept button, my heart leaping into my throat. “Hello?”
“Mi amore, how are you?”
A crazy sense of relief washes over me when I hear my mother’s voice.
At least I know that in this moment she’s still alive.
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nbsp; It’s my responsibility to make sure she stays that way.
“Mama, I miss you so much,” I whisper, a knot of tears catching in my throat.
She laughs her signature throaty laugh. “Well, then, come to visit! You know where to find me!”
“I promise I will be out to see you and Tia so soon. I just have a few things to take care of here first.”
“Are you studying hard? Your exams are coming up, right?” She pauses. “You sound so tired. You need a break, Gemma. Promise me you’ll get some rest.”
Tears spring to my eyes. My mother thinks we’re just having a normal mother-daughter talk, but if I make one mistake and cross Juan, I am very aware that it might be the last one we ever have. “I promise,” I whisper.
She talks to me about Tia’s latest cooking escapades, chuckling heartily as she explains one failed meal after another. Tia was never the chef of the family. She wasn’t blessed with that gene, and even though my other has tried countless times to teach her, all efforts result in one charred mess after another.
“Maybe she just needs to give up,” Mama says in a conspiratorial whisper. “Before she burns this place down and leaves us homeless!”
A sob erupts from my chest, but my mother is laughing so hard, she doesn’t hear it. I rub the tears from my eyes as she tells me more about what her day holds.
I cringe just imagining what mine will hold.
“I love you so much, Mama. And I promise to see you so soon,” I say in a thick voice.
“I love you, too, bellisima. I can’t wait to hug and kiss you!”
“Same, Mama.”
“Okay, you go on and have a fantastic day. And remember that you are a shining star, Gemma. You’re my shining star.”
I can’t help the tears from flowing as those words loop through my mind.
Oh, Mama, what have I done?
I dab at my eyes with a tissue as I clutch my phone in the other hand.
“Hey, gorgeous, how about you help me with some errands for the opening tonight?” Tommy says, walking into the bedroom with a tray of food that cannot possibly have come from my kitchen. He takes one look at the hot mess that is me and his jaw drops open. “What’s the matter? I’d think you would be a little happier this morning, considering what I did to you only a few hours ago.” He smirks. “At least three times, if memory serves.”
Taken: A Dark Italian Mafia Romance (Men of Mayhem Book 3) Page 17
