by Baker, S. L.
“Thank you for accompanying me on my run, Mr. Cooper. I would like to be able to go back down to the beach in an hour to work on my non-existent tan and perhaps swim. Is that okay with you, sir?” I asked batting my eye lashes.
Cooper didn’t respond. I was going to spend every second I could enjoying the beach, even if it meant Cooper was pissed. He would get over it. Scarlett whispered in my ear reminding me about Victor’s warning. I shushed her. He said I could go to the beach as long as I had a goon as a chaperon.
I went down the kitchen and grabbed a couple bottles of water and some grapes, then found a basket to put everything in. I found a blanket in the guest room closet and threw it over my arm, then headed to find Cooper. The goons outside the front door hadn’t seen him. I asked if they could find him via the radio. They located him.
The goon with the full head of bleach blond hair and a great tan spoke into the radio. He looked more like a model for a major fashion magazine than a goon. Nicole, if she wasn’t so smitten with Hawke, might be on the next flight to California and volunteer for a full cavity search from this guy. Scarlett was hooting and cat calling. She ran back inside to fix her hair and put on her thong bikini. This goon was worth it.
“Yes Miss Ellington would like to go to the beach, sir.”
“Yes, sir. I will inform her.”
“Ma’am, Mr. Cooper has denied your request to go to the beach.”
“Can he do that?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am, he’s following Mr. Salvatore’s orders.”
“No he’s not. Mr. Salvatore told me I could go to the beach as long I had a goon, I mean one of y’all with me. So can you babysit me while I soak up some rays?” I asked, Scarlett was on her knees praying he would say yes.
“No ma’am, not unless Mr. Salvatore okays it.”
I sighed. I was wasting prime sunlight. I shot a quick text to Victor.
Sorry to bug you, babe, but you said I could go to the beach as long as I was with a goon, correct?
Yes, why?
Just checking.
I handed the phone to the hot goon. He frowned when he saw the reference to goon.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Walker.”
“Is that your first name or last?”
“Last.”
“So, Mr. Walker, can you take me to the beach? Mr. Salvatore said it’s okay.”
“But Cooper denied it.”
“Don’t care. Mr. Salvatore has the final say. Besides, I’m going with or without one of you and if you want to explain to Mr. Salvatore why I was at the beach alone then go for it,” I said walking toward the path leading to the beach.
Reluctantly, Mr. Walker followed, looking around for some hint of validation.
The thought crossed my mind that I might end up over Victor’s knee for giving Cooper attitude, but after last night I was pretty sure Victor would understand. Besides, I had my very own goon watching over me. Cooper on the other hand probably wanted to take me over his knee at that point. Scarlett might need to start a waiting list, but she had more important matters to attend to like focusing on Mr. Hotness. She looped her arm through Mr. Walker’s admiring his ass. I rolled my eyes at her. We reached to final gate to the beach and Mr. Walker unlocked it. I slid through with him right behind me. I headed closer to the water, laid out the blanket, and set down the basket.
The water was beckoning me and I couldn’t wait to feel it on my toes. I ran toward the water and Mr. Walker sprinted toward me stopping at the water’s edge. For Christ sake! Did he think the Mob was going to pose as a shark and come get me in the ocean? This was getting a tad over the top, even for the goon squad. I got into position to body surf and Scarlett was right next to me waiting for the perfect wave. I closed my eyes and was back at Topsail beach standing next to my dad. He was teaching me the art of body surfing. My first few tries I failed, but then that perfect wave came and I rode it a long time into shore. I was so excited and hooked. It had been a long time since I’d body surfed, so I missed the first couple of waves, but the fourth one was the grand prize and was a great ride. I came out of the water and heard shouting. I looked up and saw Mr. Cooper berating Mr. Walker and they were pointing to me. I ignored both of them and continued to play in the water. Cooper grabbed his phone and I knew he was talking to Victor. I didn’t care. I was safe, having fun and was free from all the bullshit for a short time. I walked back to the blanket and waved to both Cooper, who was still on the phone, and Walker. Neither waved back. Scarlett was running over to see if Mr. Walker would put lotion on her back, or front or any place he wanted... I shook my head at her and put my own lotion on, then laid on the blanket to soak up some sun. I must have dosed off because the next thing I remembered was my sweet spot kicked me in the gut as I felt lips on my stomach. I opened my eyes to Victor. I sat up and he pushed me back on the blanket. He was shirtless, which kicked my sweet spot into hyper drive and had his swim suit on.
“I challenge you to a body surfing contest, Mr. Salvatore. Winner makes dinner.”
“You’re on, baby girl. Get ready to be smoked.”
Scarlett did the count down and I launched myself into the position my dad taught me. I beat Victor by inches, but I won. I jumped up and did a little victory dance.
Victor laughed. “So what do you want for dinner?” he asked.
“You,” I replied.
“Done. But I have a surprise for you first.”
Scarlett passed out cold.
Chapter 13
Victor sat on the bed holding a small white box with a red bow. Scar pushed me out of the way and grabbed it. She was over the moon with excitement remembering the other little white box that was left for me before. Scarlett was trying to wrestle the box out of Victor’s hands and was reaching for her Mace when I shook my head No. she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Sit down before you open it,” he said, excitement dripping from his tone.
I sat on the edge of the bed, carefully peeled off the bow, and pulled the top of the box off. Scarlett was kneeling next to me on the bed urging me to move faster. I sat stunned and bewildered.
“Um I’m not sure what—” I didn’t finish my sentence before Victor jumped in.
‘They’re called Luna beads.”
“Ok,” I replied, still having no fucking idea what Luna beads were.
“These will become your favorite toy very quickly. They go inside your vagina and rest on your G spot; it’s like a never ending orgasm. We’re it taking up a notch, come with me,” he said grabbing my hand.
Victor took me to the garage. Scar grabbed the shiny beads of ecstasy out of my hands and was looking at her reflection and shaking them, trying to figure out how the hell they work. When Victor opened the door to the garage and she saw a Harley she passed out cold, clutching the beads in her fist. Sharing space with the motorcycle were a full size pickup truck and a brand new Camaro convertible.
Victor still clutched my hand which was sweating. My pulse quickened when I saw the motorcycle. He whispered, “Bend over the seat of the bike.”
My sweet spot swerved down the road going a 100 with no helmet screaming hell yeah! I bent over the leather of the seat. Victor gently moved my legs apart and then whisked my bikini bottom to the cement floor. He took the beads out of my clenched hands. His finger tantalized and tormented my sweet spot that now was taking curves at 110 mph and gaining speed.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered.
I squirmed at the sensation of the first bead doing its job by exciting my G-spot. I opened my legs further and leaned back toward Victor. I craved more, the sensation was beyond words and my orgasm was building with such intensity it took my breath away. Scarlett finally re-gained consciousness and was getting annoyed because she was dressed in her biker bitch attire and was pushing down on the throttle to start the Harley. I was too absorbed with the beads and Victor. I wanted more. I twisted and squirmed to get a different sensation. When the second bead was in p
lace, Victor started kissing my neck. The intoxicating elixir of his lips tangoing with mine, his hands massaging my ass, and the beads doing gymnastics on my G-spot made my sweet spot free fall off a cliff. The intensity of my orgasm was at ten on the Richter scale. I grabbed onto the Harley for support, my legs having the consistency of spaghetti and my breathing hitched. Words refused to form, just deep groans. Victor flashed that mesmerizing smile and pulled me into his arms.
“Pace yourself, baby, this is just the appetizer. Wait until you’re straddling the bike with the vibrations heightening the sensation. It will be one non-stop orgasm.”
For the first time ever, I saw Scarlett cry out of sheer joy. How could this get any better? She was ready and motioning me to hurry up and get my biker bitch outfit on.
I could barely walk, never mind form coherent words. Victor grabbed my hand and led me back to the master bedroom. I wrestled with begging him to take me right then and there, but the thought of an ongoing orgasm was exciting, exhausting, and fuckin’ erotic as hell.
I was fumbling though my suitcase. “Jesus H! I didn’t bring anything but warm weather attire and I highly doubt a sundress and sling back sandals would work for riding.”
Victor disappeared into the closet, returning with two large boxes, each with a red bow. His signature when it came to gifts. Scarlett was standing in the door, arms folded, tapping her foot, enough of this already, she wanted to ride. So did I, these Luna Beads gave a whole new meaning to foreplay and my lust and desire for Victor was off the chain. Inside the box was a pair of jeans, leather chaps, leather riding jacket, gloves and boots.
“You have two sets of riding gear now. One on each coast.”
“Thank you,” I said hurrying to get dressed. Victor grinned. It took every bit of self-control not to push him on the bed. Scarlett was pushing me from behind out of the bedroom and Victor held my hand as we went back to the garage.
The door to the garage opened and Scarlett was squealing when Victor fired up the bike. Scarlett’s back was to me as she was waving to the goons and blew kisses to Walker. They maintained their goon pose and nodded as we sped down the driveway out onto the main road.
With every move of the bike, the beads were doing somersaults crashing into my G-spot. More than once I felt like I would pass out. Scarlett fished out the smelling salts just in case. Victor grabbed my leg as we stopped at a red light. I shifted my weight trying to get some relief from the beads sending me over the edge for the third time. Victor headed down a curvy road and I came so hard I worried that we’d eat some asphalt. I had reached my breaking point, the orgasms were building and crashing so fast I couldn’t catch my breath and was exhausted. Victor turned off the main road into a Vineyard and pulled in a patch of grapes growing. Scarlett slapped him up the side of the head. She wanted to keep feeling the wind in her hair and the freedom of the open road. I was like a rabid animal pulling off Victor’s pants. The one time I needed Scarlett’s help and she was out on the main road hitch hiking hoping a biker gang would pick her up.
Victor picked me up, his lips savoring mine like fine wine, and put me on the leather seat. His hands were around my waist and he pulled down my jeans, thrusting his manliness inside my throbbing sweet spot. I was on the verge of collapsing from sheer exhaustion, but so full of want and lust it was out of control. The primal scream that radiated from the vineyard echoed for miles. I collapsed into Victor’s arms, every ounce of my strength stripped from my body.
“I have no words for the last hour, besides holy fuckin’ hell that was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Each time it’s more intense, erotic and over the top. This is just the beginning of the pleasure I want you to experience, baby,” Victor said, brushing a stray piece hair away from my face. He straddled the bike and the engine growled to life. Scarlett came running down the dirt path waving her arms frantically so we wouldn’t leave her behind.
I grabbed Victor’s shoulder. “Wait. I don’t think I will make it back to the house with these beads still having a boxing match with my G-spot.”
“We’re not going back to the beach house. Hang tight for ten more minutes, we’re almost to our destination.”
“I nodded, not sure if I could survive that long. My sweet spot was begging for a shot of adrenaline, or even IV caffeine at this point. Scarlett was drawing the syringe of her own concoction of Vodka, three energy shots, and pure unadulterated sugar and lots of it, with a pinch of chocolate, a lethal combo at high doses.
The road turned very narrow, barley wide enough for one car. We were surrounded by vines of grapes for miles in every direction. Scar snatched a few grapes off the vines as we passed. My stomach voiced its opinion, I was starving. The last two hours I’d worked up an appetite. I leaned to the left as the bike turned sharp, the beads crashing against my G-spot. My sweet spot waved the white flag and gave Scarlett the thumbs up to shock it back to life.
The road we were on was nothing more than a path, revealing a replica of a Tuscany Villa transported all the way from Italy and dropped smack dab in the middle of a vineyard. Victor cut the engine of the bike and we both just sat silent. It was peaceful and inviting. The lawn surrounded by wild flowers and rose bushes just screamed blanket, picnic basket, and a bottle of wine.
Victor dismounted the bike and helped me off. Grabbing my hand, he led me up the stone steps onto the porch. Each stone of the balusters was unique, in shape, color, and origin, the porch had two rocking chairs and a swing. Scarlett jumped on and begged for me to give her a push. Victor unlocked the front door.
The flavor of this house was so different than the others. It was quaint, but the feeling of being in Italy was everywhere, from the décor to the furniture. I got the tour. A massive kitchen was the focal point of the house. There was a living room with a highly detailed stone fireplace, and I picked up a picture on the mantel.
“That’s my mother, my grandmother, and me when I was six-months-old. My mother and I spent every chance we got in Italy, she loved it and so do I.”
“Do you own property there?”
“Yes. I inherited my grandmother’s estate when my mother died, but I’ve only been back once.” Victor’s face tensed up and he continued with the tour.
We headed up to the second floor which encompassed the master bedroom and bathroom. I grabbed Victor’s hand and led him to the massive bed with ornately carved cherry posts and intricate wood work on the head board. I kissed him and he grabbed me around the waist.
“Love these little balls of ecstasy, but I think I set a record for consecutive orgasms in an hour. Scarlett shook her head. Nope that record still stands from some chick in Topeka.
“Those beads, positioned in the right place, can transcend you to places you never knew existed.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I said shifting my weight, wishing they would stop bullying my G-spot for the moment.
Victor sat on the edge of the bed. “Pull off your jeans and panties.”
I obeyed.
“Lay over my lap.”
Scarlett was on a mission to see if she could find some ancient bottle of expensive wine that maybe Grandma had willed to Victor.
Victor ran his hand up my thighs pushing them apart. My breathing intensified. Victor’s fingers traced the opening of my sweet spot, still out cold, and I gasped when he pulled out the first bead and then the second. I swear my sweet spot peeked out from under the covers for a brief second, but then pulled the quilt over its head. It needed a nap. I needed to eat. My stomach was going to be forming a coup if it wasn’t fed soon.
I stood up and then sat in Victor’s lap.
“The house is perfect. I love it,” I said.
Victor smiled and stroked my hair. “It is perfect and so are you, my angel.”
I heard Scarlett squeal. This meant two things, either Victor had dessert stashed in the house or alcohol, two of her favorite things.
***
I chopped veggies for the sala
d. Victor grilled steaks on the stone patio. The non-stop orgasms of the last hour left me famished. I brought the salad and dressing Victor made from spices in the small herb garden in the lush backyard, and put it on the table. Scarlett had her grill master apron and hat on and was checking on the steaks.
“It’s so peaceful here, Victor.”
“That’s why I purchased the vineyard and built this house. Very few people know of its existence. Just you, me, and the builder, who’s my cousin on my mother’s side.”
“Does your father know about the Vineyard? He has a hand in your companies, so he must know if a property is purchased,” I said, popping a cucumber in my mouth.
“No. I own my business independent of my father. I told you I want as little to do with my father as possible.”
“How did you get the money to purchase your first company without your father’s help?” I asked.
Scarlett stopped picking the roses from bushes to listen to his answer.
“When my grandmother died, she left my mother her estate which included thirty million dollars. My mother left me as her sole beneficiary, so at age twenty-two I inherited her estate.”
“Your father must have been livid.”
“He didn’t know. She had put everything in a trust in Italy. I was summoned to Italy for a meeting with her executor. He went over the details of my mother’s will. She had made it very clear that my father was not to have any claim to her money.
“When I returned and told my father, he was so furious that he broke his hand punching both me and the wall. I moved out that day and bought my first company six months later. Now I have seven successful companies. Every single one free of Mob influence. My money is clean. It’s not contaminated by the Mob, and I will keep it that way until I take my last breath on this planet,” he said.
I shuddered at that thought and Scar put her fingers in her ears to block out such crazy talk about Victor dying. I had a vivid picture of why the animosity between Joe and Victor existed. It wasn’t just about Victor’s betrayal by not succumbing to the gangster lifestyle and gearing up to take the top spot when his father was de-throned, it was about Victor being successful without the Mob and its power. That’s as much of a threat as that book. The possibility that the Mob could be obsolete. Victor was the poster child showing that you could make a fortune without having ties to the Mob.