The Nomad Series-Collectors Edition

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “Um...Wolf…” I start but he straightens up and picks up his pants.

  “Fucking pants are defective,” he grunts.

  “No, they’re not. You’ve lost weight,” Riggs tells him.

  “There’s this thing, it’s pretty amazing, maybe you’ve heard of it…it’s called a belt,” Stryker taunts.

  “Oh yeah? Never heard of it,” Wolf grinds out, slapping Stryker upside the head. “How’s your mama been, boy?”

  Stryker’s brows knit in confusion and before any of us can fill the poor bastard in and tell him Wolf’s got a thing for his mother, Blackie and Jack pull their bikes into the driveway followed by Rocco Spinelli’s fancy whip.

  And just like that I slip into the eighth layer of hell.

  Throwing my hammer down, I lift my shirt and wipe the sweat from my face as they make their way toward us. It’s never good news when the gangster tags along and I’m not in the mood for anymore fucking bullshit.

  “How’s it coming along?” Jack asks, jutting his chin toward the ramp.

  “Can you tell what it is?” I reply.

  “Well, yeah,” he says.

  “Then it’s coming along fine.”

  “Don’t mind him, he’s on the rag,” Riggs defends.

  “You would think getting laid would put you in a better mood,” Jack comments.

  “I didn’t get fucking laid,” I shout.

  “Then you’re doing something wrong,” Blackie informs, earning a pat on the back from Jack. I wonder if he realizes he’s cheering on the guy who fucks his daughter, but hey, not my circus, not my monkeys.

  “All right, enough,” Jack says, clearing his throat as Rocco and his goons step alongside him. “Church, now,” he orders, pointing toward the house.

  Rocco bends down and takes my hammer before he blows the sawdust from the head. Turning to Jack, he offers him the tool and cocks an eyebrow.

  “Won’t you be needing one of these?”

  Riggs bursts into a fit of laughter.

  Ha, point for the gangster.”

  Jack mumbles a curse before snatching the hammer out of Rocco’s hand and tossing it into Wolf’s flower bed.

  “My petunias!”

  “For fuck’s sake, everyone get in the house!” Jack bellows, demanding order amongst the clowns and we all follow him inside Wolf’s house. As I enter the living room, I have to hand it to Wolf. Not only did the guy mortgage a house he owned free and clear to help Linc, but he also rearranged his home to fit Linc’s needs, moving all the furniture around so he’ll be able to maneuver his wheelchair.

  He’s crazy, this we know, but he’s got a big fucking heart.

  We spread out, making ourselves comfortable around the modest living room before Jack pulls the meat mallet from his back pocket and pats it down on the wood floor.

  “You’ve got issues,” Rocco says and we all look at him as if he’s the one who is mentally ill.

  “Maybe Rocco got laid,” Riggs says. “He’s on fire, today.”

  “He will be if he doesn’t fucking start talking,” Jack retorts.

  “You asked me to get you intel on Igor Yankovich. Do you want it or you want to keep flinging threats at me?”

  “You found the brother?” I ask, Captain Guinea.

  “He’s hosting a card game in lower Manhattan in two weeks,” Rocco reveals.

  “How do you know this?” Blackie asks.

  Rocco brushes a piece of lint from his designer suit and crosses on leg over his lap as he leans back against the sofa.

  “Yeah, I’m not telling you that.”

  “Can you get the location?” Jack asks him.

  “What good does this do us?” Stryker chimes in. “What are we going to do at a card game?”

  “More importantly, who gives a fuck about Igor, it’s his brother we’re hunting,” Wolf contributes.

  “Nothing,” Rocco asserts. “Because the card game isn’t going to happen,” he says adamantly. “Well, it’s going to happen but it’s not going to end very well for anyone.”

  “Explain,” Jack demands.

  “I’m sending a few of my guys to rob the game,” he reveals.

  “Why the fuck would you do that?”

  “You want Yankovich, don’t you? We’ve established the only thing this bastard gives a damn about is money. Hear me out. I send my men in there with ski masks on, armed with guns you’re going to give me and they take his fucking money. You don’t think that’s going to get this guy’s attention? It’s like inviting him to come and play.”

  “It’s inviting death,” Jack argues.

  “Maybe,” Rocco says, shrugging his shoulders. “But we’ll be ready for him.”

  “Will we now?” Wolf asks. “We don’t even know why this motherfucker is in any of our lives.”

  “He’s right, we can’t even get a lead on him,” Blackie says.

  “Right, so what should we do? Wait for him to come out of hiding so he can spring another blind attack on us?” Rocco fires back, shaking his head. “I don’t know if you people realize it but the only people getting hurt in this motherfucker’s game are innocent women. I’m not willing to find out which one is next.”

  “He’s right,” I declare. Cringing as the words fall from my mouth because the only thing I hate more than shopping and admitting I’m wrong is admitting Rocco Spinelli is fucking right.

  Turning to me, Jack pins me with an intense stare.

  “I need to talk to Ally,” he says.

  “We discussed this already,” I remind him, reaching behind me to cup the back of my neck. “Not gonna happen.”

  “It will happen,” he corrects. “And you’re going to make it happen. Until then,” he says, pointing toward Rocco. “You tell me what you need and I’ll see you have it.”

  “I need your guns.”

  “Done.”

  He diverts his eyes back to me.

  “Get your girl to talk,” he warns before glancing around the room. “Anything else?”

  “Linc’s coming home tomorrow. I want all you idiots here at eleven o’clock sharp,” Wolf says, waving a finger around the room. “Bring the ladies and the kids too, I hired one of those clowns that makes animals out of balloons.”

  “You people are fucked,” Rocco says.

  “Don’t worry, you can come too, Spinelli. We’ll have Bozo make something special just for you.”

  Rocco’s wrong.

  We’re motherfucked.

  -Thirty-four-

  DEUCE

  Covered in sawdust and dirt, yes dirt, because after I finished the fucking ramp Wolf had me turn the dirt in the flower bed, I finally make my way back to the motel. Fitting my key in the door, I think of Ally and find myself eagerly twisting the knob to see her face. Problem is, when I enter she’s not there.

  Automatically, I reach for my phone to call her but something makes me stop and I place it on the dresser. As I empty the rest of the contents in my pockets, I tell myself she’s off doing her thing. She’s safe. She’s with her friend doing whatever the fuck women do. She’s smiling somewhere and that’s all I wanted for her.

  I just wasn’t sure where that left me.

  I guess it left me in peace to take a shower without her bugging me about one thing or another. I’m just not sure I like that.

  No, I don’t like it.

  I want her here annoying me with ridiculous questions. I want her brushing her teeth while I shower.

  I’ve got issues, man. Maybe more than Jack.

  Kicking off my jeans, I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. Stripping off my t-shirt, I peel back the shower curtain and step under the hot spray of water, letting it wash the day’s work off my skin. Reaching for the bar of soap, I spot all her shit; the coconut body wash, that puffy thing she uses to lather it on and the seven bottles of shampoo. There’s no escaping her. No escaping the fire she’s lit inside of me, and as I wrap my hand around my dick, I hear her call my name.

  Told you I had
issues.

  “Deuce,” she calls as I release my cock and lean my head against the tiles. “Are you in here?”

  “Yeah,” I yell, glancing down at the monster swinging between my legs. The fucking thing is going to fall off soon.

  “What’re you doing?”

  “Praying,” I mutter.

  “In the shower?”

  Before I can tell her I’m praying for my cock to survive the hell I’m putting it through, she pulls back the curtain and her wide eyes find my raging hard-on.

  “Oh,” she says.

  Yeah, oh.

  Brushing the water away from my face, I make no attempt to hide my junk or the fact that I’m harder than a slab of concrete. She should know her power. She should know she’s the one doing this to me. She should know she’s fucking desired.

  “So, you’re happy to see me huh?” she teases, lifting her eyes back to mine.

  Bright and full of mischief, those eyes that once called to me to save her now call and beg me to fuck her. Hesitating, she draws her bottom lip between her teeth and bunches the hem of her shirt in her hands.

  Seeming to be in a debate with herself, I give her what she needs, knowing I might not have many opportunities ahead.

  “You coming in or what?” I ask, watching as the smile instantly spreads across her face. With newfound courage, she pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it over her shoulder.

  “Goddamn,” I mutter, and because I have no shame I close my fist around my cock once more and stare at the swell of her perfect tits. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ally.”

  She shrugs a reply and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, setting those perky little tits free. Her rosy nipples, so perfectly round and pert salute me and beg me to suck on them, to pinch them between my fingers and twist them until they’re so hard they can cut glass. A million dirty thoughts run through my head as she begins to tug her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them.

  “Is this going to be like last time?” she questions, kicking her legs free.

  The question brings me out of my sex deprived coma and grounds me. It makes me painfully aware I’ve got to rein myself back in. I remind myself she can’t handle me and I don’t trust myself to be gentle. I’m too far gone, if I touch her now it won’t be like last time.

  I lift my eyes to hers and prepare myself for another night of blue balls, but when I open my mouth to speak, to tell her I can’t do it, well, my fucking mouth has a mind of its own.

  “Does it have to be?”

  Again, she takes her lip between her teeth. I lift my fingers to her lips and trace her lower lip with my thumb. Senselessly and selfishly, I lay my cards on the table, making Ally aware this won’t be anything like last time. I won’t put her first, not because I don’t want to, I physically can’t. Not this time. If I’m being honest, if there’s a next time, it’ll probably be just as fucking brutal because that’s what she does to me.

  She makes me wild.

  She makes me reckless.

  She makes me want everything—all of her.

  The past that anchors and the future that awaits her.

  Every nightmare and every dream.

  Every cry and every moan.

  I want it all.

  “Think before you answer,” I warn, pinching her lip between my fingers. “I can’t swear I won’t lose control, I can only tell you it won’t be sweet. If you say yes, then Ally, you’re going to know you’re mine. You’re going to feel it when I fuck you because I won’t quit until you’re writhing in my arms, until my come is dripping down your legs and your begging me for more. So, think before you answer, darlin’, because there ain’t no turning back. You give me the okay and I’ll give you my fire,” I vow, dropping my fingers from her lips.

  I’ve lost my fucking mind.

  I absolutely, one hundred percent, have lost my fucking mind.

  But it’s too late now.

  If hell doesn’t snatch me up maybe the psych ward will.

  It’s her, this girl has me coming out of my skin.

  “Do you absolutely promise?”

  “I’m not a guy who makes promises, but I can swear to this one,” I tell her as my hands travel down her arms all the way to her hips. Digging my fingers into her soft curves, I pull her into the shower with me.

  “Get over here,” I growl as she wraps her arms around my neck. “What’s it going to be?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes to press her mouth to mine. “A thousand times yes.”

  Those words are all I need and before either of us can take a breath I go off. I attack her mouth with mine. I kiss her like a starved animal, like a man who’s relying on her to make him live. Like a man who never wanted anything more in life than he wants her.

  But that isn’t shit compared to the way she kisses me right back. Her tongue is just as desperate as mine, her lips just as rough. It’s a war we’re waging here, a beautiful fucking war full of power and sin.

  Without tearing my mouth away from hers, I grab a hold of her ass and push her up against the tiles. Her hands drop from my neck and she places her palms flat against the cool tile. My teeth nip at her lips before I pull back and take her face in my hands. Blinking away the water dripping from her eyelashes those blue eyes stare into mine, and fuck me, I’m the one lost.

  Lost and never to be found again.

  “You have no fucking idea how badly I want to feel you wrapped around me,” I tell her as I bend my head and touch my lips to her neck. “How badly I want to kiss every inch of your skin or how much I want to suck on your clit. You have no fucking idea how I’m struggling not to finger fuck you up against this wall,” I whisper all my desires against her skin as I kiss and suck at her neck.

  “Do it,” she begs, taking my hands and drawing them between her legs as my mouth closes over one of her nipples. Sucking it between my teeth, I pull on it before flicking my tongue back and forth.

  “Yes,” she cries. “More of that.”

  Releasing her nipple, I lick my way over to her other tit and do the same as I run my fingers between the lips of her pussy. From her ass to her clit and down again.

  Again and again.

  Over and over, until she wraps her hand around my wrist and demands that I give her what we both want, my fingers shoved deep inside that sweet cunt.

  And sweet it is.

  Sweet and greedy, sucking my fingers deeper as she arches her hips and rides my hand.

  “That’s it baby,” I drawl. “Take, take, take,” I tell her, as my mouth glides up her body to her waiting lips. As I pump my fingers in and out of her, she leans forward and slams her swollen lips against mine. Her tongue flicks over mine as her pussy clenches around my fingers before she pulls her mouth back.

  “Deuce,” she cries out, throwing her head back.

  Beautiful.

  Just fucking beautiful.

  As she comes all over my fingers, I press my open mouth against her neck and suck, branding her mine.

  All fucking mine.

  Until the end of the line.

  Pulling my fingers out of her, I take a step back and the whimper she releases makes my cock jerk.

  “Not done with you, not even close,” I tell her as I shut the water off. Turning back to her, I take her hands and drag her against me.

  Skin to skin.

  Chest to chest.

  I reach behind her, grab the globes of her ass and hoist her into my arms as she wraps her legs around me.

  Home.

  It’s the first word that comes to mind.

  The only one that exists.

  Her arms tighten around me as I step out of the shower and I press a soft kiss to her pouty lips.

  “I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall,” I say huskily as I touch my forehead to hers.

  “I think it’s too late,” she whispers, reaching for my face.

  The blood rushes everywhere.

  My pulse pounds.

/>   My chest constricts.

  I hear the beat of my heart and feel the beat of hers.

  I snap.

  Swiping my hand across the counter, I send all her dental products flying before I set her down on top of it. Gripping the edge of the sink, hanging on for dear life, she stares up at me.

  Gone.

  I’m so fucking gone.

  Placing my hands on her knees, I spread her out on the counter and drop to my knees. Keeping my eyes on her I kiss my way up the inside of her thighs.

  “I’ll remember this,” she whispers.

  “You better never forget it.”

  “I won’t,” she promises. “I couldn’t even if I tried.”

  Neither could I.

  Neither could I.

  With one final glance into the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, I lean into her and let my tongue taste heaven.

  Whoever says every sinner goes to Hell; never had this.

  She wraps her legs around my neck, squeezing it as I lick and suck my way up her pussy, stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue, nipping at it…fucking devouring it. Drunk on her, my tongue takes another long lick and I feel her pussy throb against my tongue.

  She’s almost there.

  She just needs a little more.

  A little friction.

  Burying my face against her, the scruff lining my jaw rubs over her, my nose nudges the hidden bundle of nerves and I fuck her with my face like the savage I am. Then she comes again wildly all over my face and it’s the sexiest thing a poor bastard like me has ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

  Her legs go limp around my shoulders as I pull back and angle my head back so I can see her face.

  “I can’t wait any more,” I growl, untangling her legs from around my neck.

  “Thank God,” she pants as I struggle to my feet. My knees burn, my whole fucking body burns…it’s that fucking fire we make.

  Draping her arms around my shoulders, I slide one arm under her legs and the other around her waist, lifting her off the counter before carrying her to the bed.

  Cupping my face, she twists my head, turning me to her and places her lips over mine. Her mouth feels so good…so fucking good. I try to stop myself from wondering how it might feel to have that sweet fucking mouth wrapped around my cock, but that’s not going to happen. It can’t happen mainly because I need to slide the head of my cock through those wet lips and dive inch by fucking inch into a euphoric sea of reckless passion.