by Cecy Robson
I point at him as I scramble to stand. “Hold that thought. Just . . .” I shake my hands out, realizing how desperate I sound. “I’ll be right back.”
I hurry into the kitchen and reach for a towel, practically throwing the roast on top of the stove. I barely finish shutting the oven door when Sal snags me, gripping my hips and slamming my butt against him. I gasp with surprise . . . and from the length and thickness of his erection pressing against my back.
“What if I don’t want to hold that thought?” he murmurs against my ear, sliding my side zipper down. “What if I tell you all my thoughts are about making you come?”
He yanks the straps off my shoulders and pulls them down, removing the arm anchored around my waist only long enough to finish stripping me out of the dress. “Will you let me make you feel good?” he asks. “Or do you want me to walk away?”
My need for him is so feral and strong, it hurts to speak. I crane my neck to face him, my voice shaking. “No,” I plead.
He freezes and begins to withdraw. I snag his arm around my waist, keeping him with me. “I mean don’t walk away,” I whisper, melding my lips with his.
His hand slides beneath my panties and his body curls around behind mine. I can’t hang onto our kiss. Not now.
A deep groan releases from my throat as I fall forward, slapping my hands against the counter.
I whimper as he pushes his fingers inside me, clenching my jaw. My ass rubs against his erection, keeping pace with the movements of his hand.
“Aw, hell,” he rumbles, increasing our friction.
My breasts bounce as he unsnaps my bra in one motion. He pushes his fingers deeper into me, stretching me, teasing me, making me cry out from the pain mixed with pleasure.
I jolt when his palm passes over the sensitive bud. Passion clenches my stomach, my pelvis rocking fast with my building orgasm. I’m trying to keep quiet and not thrash or lose control.
Sal won’t let me. “Don’t hold back from me,” he growls against my ear, pinching my nipple. “I need to hear how loud you can come.”
He increases his efforts, talking dirty, his voice leaden with sex. Perspiration builds along my breasts with how aroused I am and how perfect he’s working me. I fight to keep quiet. Yet, as my orgasm releases in one hard jerk, he gets his wish.
A lust-charged scream rips through my throat, enticing him to slide his finger out and circle my swollen folds.
He has me swearing, my quivering thighs batting his hands. Another orgasm peaks, hitting me hard enough to fall forward. Sal holds tight, nipping my shoulder. “I want you, Adrianna,” he moans.
My heavy lids blink open. He called me Adrianna, every syllable laced with a mix of devotion and desire. No one has ever said my name like this. No one.
He makes me feel good . . . and naughty . . . and sexy. I need to do the same. “Have you been with anyone else?” I ask him.
His breath is hot and ragged against my skin. “No.”
“And you’re clean?”
“Yes.”
I nod, my head feeling heavy. “Good to know.” I turn and fall to my knees, watching him as I unbuckle his pants and reach inside.
He collapses forward as I move fast and take him deep into my mouth. This time, he’s the one clenching his muscles and using the counter to keep him standing. The fingers of his left hand thread through my hair, pressing gently against my head and encouraging me to go deeper.
“That’s it,” he says, his breath hitching. “Just like that―fuck―yeah, like that, baby.”
This isn’t my first time doing this, but it’s the first time I’m enjoying it. I like taking control, but it’s how he moans as I’m driving him crazy that I absolutely love, craving his pleasure more than my own.
My lips press tighter, increasing the suction and encouraging him to pump faster. The speed in which we’re both working, combined with his sounds and mine, are such a turn on, I almost slip my hand between my legs. But I want this moment to be solely about him and that’s what it becomes. He roars with his release, his body spasming as he watches me finish him in my mouth.
The moment he’s done, he takes a breath and hauls me to my feet. “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
I nod, agreeing. It’s all I can do.
“And I won’t be,” he says, continuing. “But that means you don’t get to be with anyone else, either.”
“Okay,” I say, my body unbearably aroused.
His grip on my elbows tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to demonstrate he means what he says. “I’m serious, Adrianna. As long as you say you’re mine, I will fuck up any man who touches you.”
I know where this is coming from, but the heat and possessiveness shimmering his irises make it clear that now isn’t the time to play psychoanalyst. “I don’t want anyone, but you,” I tell him honestly.
His chest rises and falls as he continues to watch me, the angles along his face appearing to sharpen, as if he’s expecting me to reject him or somehow turn on him. But then he does something that catches me off guard. He relieves me of the bra dangling on my arms and kneels to rip off my panties, leaving me only in the black stilettos I recently bought.
His steel eyes drag the length of my body as he rises. “Jesus,” he groans.
I release a shuddering breath. I don’t remember ever feeling this naked, this exposed, this, this . . . vulnerable. As much is it unnerves me, I have to allow Salvatore to see me this way. He doesn’t seem to trust anyone. I need him to trust me.
He kicks out of his heavy boots, socks, jeans, underwear. I clench my fists, forcing myself not to withdraw or cover my body. The way his ravenous features seem to take every inch of me in tightens the tips of my breasts hard enough to sting. No one has ever looked at me so sinfully.
God help me, I like it.
His muscles strain as he edges back, his voice dropping another octave. “God damn, you’re beautiful.”
I lick my lips nervously when he strips out of his T-shirt, my need to touch him driving me insane. But it’s the bandage covering his arm that has me rushing forward. He catches me in an embrace as my fingers trace the edges of the dressing.
“What happened?” I ask, my fear for him distracting me from the warmth of his bare skin.
“We were jumped,” he reminds me. “It was bad, but I’m fine.”
“Salvatore,” I say, trying to keep myself from flat-out telling him to quit his job. “I don’t like what you do.”
He answers me in a way that completely shuts me up. “I’ve had a rough day,” he says. His erection is so stiff and full against my thigh it strains his voice. “This was a good start.” His hand pushes between us. “Let’s keep it going.”
He doesn’t want to talk about what happened and, considering how close my body is pressed against his, I can’t blame him.
“How?” I ask, knowing he wants me to.
Once more, his dark gaze clamps on mine like a vice. “I want to go down on you, all night. Will you let me . . .”
Chapter Fourteen
Salvatore
I pull Aedry against me, her bare skin hot and moist with sweat. “Are you scared?” I ask.
“No,” she says. Her pretty eyes skim along my face as I stroke her jaw.
“You’re shaking pretty damn hard.”
“I think it might be due to the multiple orgasms you gave me.” She smiles. “But, what do I know, I’m new to this whole being pleasured by a hot guy thing.”
I laugh when she does, relieved she’s all right. I try not to be rough with her when we mess around. She gets me so worked up, it’s hard not to be more aggressive. Sometimes I think I’ve gone too far. More than once, I’ve wrenched away from her, worried I’m hurting her. Each time, she’s pulled me back, begging me not to stop.
Except, I do. The thought of causing Aedry pain rips me apart. She’s not like other women I know. Hell, she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. She’s good, too good, especially for a man like me.
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“I’m glad you spent the night,” I whisper against her neck between flicks of my tongue.
“Me . . . too,” she says, her head lolling to the side. She shudders when I start to bite, groaning slightly. “Sal . . . I have to go, love.”
“Not yet,” I say, rolling on top of her.
“Love.” That’s what she’s been calling me lately. The first time she said it was like a punch I hadn’t been ready for. I wasn’t sure what she meant by it or if she expected me to say something back.
My reaction caused her to laugh, despite the blush that filled her cheeks. “What’s wrong, big guy? Do I scare you?” she teased, batting her thick lashes at me.
It wasn’t easy to hear something like that. The physical connection between me and Aedry alone is a big change. I usually walk away from women after one or two nights. Here we are, weeks later and the thought of leaving her hasn’t crossed my mind.
The bat-shit crazy thing is, for all we’ve done in bed and around her apartment, we still haven’t had sex, the kind that involves me pumping inside her and filling her. Do I want to? Hell, yeah, and wake up hard because of it. Every waking thought revolves around Aedry and how bad I need her.
Call me a pussy, but I’m the one holding us back. The last few times especially, she’s begged me for it. Every time I’ve turned her down, rubbing one off while I go down on her to sate us. I don’t want to ruin her by taking what remains of her innocence. Dragging her into my world is bad enough. So are the lies I keep feeding her.
My brothers learned from a young age when to keep quiet and to not ask questions. But Aedry asks all the time. Maybe it’s because I’m such a good liar that she believes each one, or maybe it’s because she’s a good person, and believes in the good left inside me.
It’s the latter that stabs at my conscience. I don’t want to keep lying to her. And I want out, so I don’t have to. I’m stashing money away like a greedy bitch and I almost have enough to start a new life. But, for that to happen, I have to survive this nightmare I’m stuck in. The other night, Vin gave one of his men the go ahead to kill Soto, just because he thought Soto was trying to leave him. There’s was no proof, just Vin’s paranoia getting to him. But it was enough to leave Soto dead.
“What are you thinking?” Aedry asks.
I’m lying on top of her, shoving away everything Vin’s putting his family through, so I can focus on her and everything she’s doing to me as a man. “That you should spend the night here more often,” I tell her, my lips attacking her nipple and my fingers slipping between her thighs.
That much I mean. This is her first time staying over. Even though my brothers know we’re together, she doesn’t think it’s appropriate we “shove our intimacy in their faces.” Those are her words, not mine.
“Sal,” she moans when my sucks grow stronger and my fingers circle deeper.
Last night, she finally stayed. All this shit with Vin and Donnie, too, had kept me away from her all week. Her texts to me became fewer and fewer over the days. I think she was worried I was running around on her, especially after hearing how sad she sounded those few times I managed to call her. It was a stupid thought if she was thinking it. By now, she should know I’m hers and that she has me right where she wants me.
My fingers slide in and out, her dark lashes fluttering and her back arching as she peaks. She seems to fight her release. But I don’t let her, working her until her head wrenches to the side and she screams through her teeth. She’s trying to be quiet, but it turns me on when she’s loud.
“You going to scream for me, baby?” I ask, clamping my teeth on her soft flesh.
She breaks away from me with force I don’t expect, shoving her face in my lap. I bite back a growl, the sound vibrating against my throat. But when I shove up on my arms to watch I see something that sends jolts of pleasure from my lower back, straight into my groin.
Aedry grips me with her tight lips and one hand while her free hand disappears between her legs. Damn. She’s never done that, but it’s hot and I want a better view. I shove up into a sitting position and grab her ankles, adjusting her kneeling position, and spreading her open so I can watch and tell her what to do.
“Faster,” I gasp. “That’s it.” It’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but me coaching her fires that scorching heat between us. The movements of her fingers on her and her mouth on me, gets us both ready. She finishes me off, but her hand falls away from her body too soon and she loses her orgasm.
I haul her hips toward my face, pulling her down on top of me. No way in hell is she not getting off with me lying next to her. I want her screaming, and that’s exactly what happens no matter how hard she clasps her mouth and tries to be quiet.
My hands grip her tightly, holding her in place as my tongue swirls and my lips suck. Her entire body jolts with the force of her release. I keep going, gradually slowing until she collapses on her side next to me. I leave her there, my palm stroking her ass and thighs, expecting her to adjust her position so that she’s lying beside me.
When she still won’t move, I lift her and tuck her against me.
She lifts her head, her breathing still fast as she brushes her wild hair away from her face. “That was . . .” She seems confused, her eyes glazed until she smiles. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?”
I laugh before stamping my lips against hers, my tongue diving deep to play. No matter what, I can’t get enough of her.
Unless Aedry tells me to, I’m not going anywhere. Problem is, even if she tries to walk away, I’m not sure I can let her go. She takes care of me and my brothers, cooks for us, fusses over them, and makes sure they do their work. She hasn’t missed a single one of Gianno and Apollo’s wrestling matches, losing her mind right there beside me when they win, and covering her face when she thinks they might lose. She also listens―even though I never realized how badly I needed to be heard.
There are a lot of things I didn’t think I needed, until Aedry came into my life and proved how wrong I was.
I called her late last night and all but begged her to stop by. I didn’t feel right leaving my brothers. With the exception of the past few weeks, I’ve always made it home to my boys. No matter how late, I’m always there when they wake up. It’s my way of giving them stability. But with Vin’s screw-ups, I haven’t even been able to give them that.
Like with Aedry, I’ve barely seen my brothers all week. Aedry knew they were alone and stopped in to make them dinner. She also made sure they picked up and did their laundry. Each morning or afternoon, whenever the hell I was done cleaning up after Vin and Donnie, I’d stagger in, expecting to find the place wrecked to shit. Each time, I was wrong.
Except, as much as Aedry watched out for them, and as much as I appreciate it, they’re my responsibility. I couldn’t leave them to be with her. But I could have her here. She snuck in, but I didn’t let her sneak back out, and given how the past few hours have gone and how content she seems, I doubt she regrets it.
“I have to go,” she says again, her small nails skimming the surface of my chest.
“What if I don’t want you to?” I ask, pushing up on my side.
“I have to work,” she insists.
Pounding on the door interrupts what she has to say next. “What?” I ask, craning my neck.
Aedry scrambles beneath the sheets when Gianno throws open the door and sweeps in, followed closely Apollo.
“What the fuck?” I yell, clutching Aedry against me.
Gianno stops at the foot of my bed, more pissed than I’ve ever seen him, pointing at me. “You’re an asshole,” he snaps.
At first, I think he and Apollo are pissed, since I haven’t been around, until Apollo lets loose.
“How the fuck could you do this to Miss Aedry?” he demands.
“Wait,” I say. “What?”
Gianno lays into me. “You dragged in this whore, knowing Aedry’s been waiting on you all week,” he says, motioning to the l
ump in my arms. “That makes you an asshole.”
“Watch your mouth,” I warn, not because of what he’s calling me, but how he’s referring to Aedry. He doesn’t know it’s her burying her face against my chest. That doesn’t mean anyone gets to put her down.
“Fuck you,” Apollo says.
“And your whore,” Gianno adds.
I drag my hand down my face, torn between laughing my ass off and reaming my brothers out for how they’re talking. They’re protective of Aedry. I know that. The more they’re with her, the more they want her to stay. It’s good and bad. Good, because I know they love her, and bad, because . . . yeah, because they love her.
“You finally meet a good woman and this is the shit you pull?” Gianno demands.
I hold out a hand, trying to silence them as Aedry continues to squirm against me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I start to say.
“Like hell,” Apollo snaps. “We heard you―last night and this morning!”
“Oh, God,” Aedry squeaks against me.
Apollo’s and Gianno’s scowls dissolve. They exchange confused glances. It’s not until Aedry pokes her bright red face from the mound of covers she tried to cocoon herself in that their jaws collectively drop. “Sorry,” she offers.
I crack the hell up. Apollo backs away, smacking into the wall before taking off in a sprint―like any kid would after finding his parents in bed. Gianno just stands there, watching Aedry cover her flaming face as I laugh my ass off.
“Ah, sorry I called you a whore,” he says. He starts toward my bathroom before realizing where he’s headed. He quickly turns around and heads out to the living room, slamming the door behind him.
“Oh, God,” Aedry says again.
She breaks through the tangled sheets and leaps out of bed. I try to snag her waist, but she’s too fast, racing around the floor and snatching up her clothes.
“Babe, come back to bed.”
She pauses in the middle of pulling up her panties. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”