“Beautiful,” he says between kisses on my stomach.
“I have condoms,” I blurt out. He stops his lip movement and looks at me.
“I thought you got the shot?” This is awkward. Not lying here naked with my sexy as sin boyfriend, but discussing birth control. I should have shut up and gone with the moment.
“Well . . .”
“What?”
“Bianca said you might need condoms because if we don’t use them it won’t last for you. She said Dakota . . .”
“Shut up. Please, don’t talk about my sister’s sex life, and the fact she is worried about me ‘not lasting’ when I’m finally naked in a bed with you, about to claim you . . . it kills the mood.” He gives me a hard kiss to the mouth and then starts his glorious ministrations all over my body. Mood recaptured.
When his mouth lands on the inside of my thigh while his hands are pushing them apart, my instinct is to close them further. “Relax. I need to taste you.” And he does. His tongue licks, circling my clit over and over, and right when I feel my body tingling and heating up, he pulls back and licks, top to bottom. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I explode. Not like before, but I am a tingling ball of nerves, and aftershocks rock my body. As his lips make their way back up my body, his hands trail behind. “Again,” he whispers. “I need to get you ready,” and where his mouth was, his fingers enter me. Gliding in and out, gently at first, then harder. Stretching, massaging, and making me feel wonderful all again. I climax again, and he enters me while I am still riding the high. It’s uncomfortable but not painful.
“Holy shit, feels so good.” He’s lost in the sensation, and I’m not too far behind. The emotional connection I feel in this moment is one of the most poignant memories I will have with him. The loving way he works himself inside me, filling me in places only he can. He has owned my heart for years, and tonight he claimed my body. Biting my neck, his pace picks up and he lets out a low groan. He rolls his hips, and I gasp. He has found a place in me that feels amazing.
“Again,” I beg.
“You like that?” Again, his hips hone in on that one spot, and I feel myself going over again. “You giving me another one, baby?”
I come, again. Hard, fast, and just as lingering as before. After riding out my orgasm he begins to push harder into me, I feel him thicken even more. With one final thrust, he lingers deep inside me, and collapses on me. Moments of silence pass, both of us savoring the afterglow. “I love you,” he tells me, sprinkling kisses across my cheeks, and then he gives me that gesture. The temple kiss and I know I’ll never let him go. I can’t.
“I love you, so much.” He separates from me and goes into the bathroom returning with a towel to clean me up. Once he gets back in bed I wrap myself around him and fall asleep, only to be woken up for round two, which is just as gentle, maybe even more so since I’m a bit sore. “I think I’m going to like college life,” I grin up at him.
“I’m going to fucking love it.”
College was different, but I excelled. I only had one year of college credits from accelerated classes in high school, so while I was a sophomore, Bronson was in his senior year. Our time together was scarce even with us living together. Dakota had chosen to move out, he and Bianca not such a solid unit and both dating other people. There are no hard feelings between them, but it was uncomfortable for each of them when they were seeing someone new. Bianca and I were going to get our own place, but Bronson nixed that, so Dakota moved out.
Tonight is an alone night for us. Bianca left earlier to go home for Christmas break, but because I had a late final we’re not leaving until tomorrow. I haven’t heard a word from my parents, and the Agostos are close-lipped about the family dealings. I haven’t made up my mind about seeing them while I’m home. We have a lot to figure out because in six months he has to go to Virginia to the training headquarters and the course is eighteen weeks long. I could do a summer course load and then defer a semester to see where he will be transferred, but he wants me with him the entire time. His days will be grueling, kind of like a basic training scenario, and I feel he would do better without me, but we didn’t do so well last time we were separated. I could look into community colleges there, but with it being an unfamiliar area, he isn’t too keen on my venturing into too many activities. I’ve learned to roll with the punches and not plan so much. He’s supportive of me getting my degree, and if it takes six extra months, so be it.
I immediately notice how quiet the condo is when I walk in, not used to the emptiness of it. Someone, or many someone’s are always over. I barely get the door shut when my obnoxious man mauls me from behind. He is biting, sucking, and licking my neck while his hands are fondling my breasts. “Hello to you, too,” I tease.
He doesn’t say a word, just pushes my front against the wall, never leaving my body alone. My jeans are quickly unsnapped and shoved down to my ankles, as I step out of them his fingers begin working my pussy. Quickly getting the response from my body he wanted, he sinks three fingers in me, moving them in and out in quick succession. Before I can go over, he shoves his shorts down, pulls my panties to the side, and enters me in one quick thrust. “Missed you,” he murmurs. I can tell. Placing my hands on the wall for leverage, I begin rocking back into him, meeting his hips. It’s raw, carnal, and he sets a punishing rhythm, never relenting. I come all around his dick, but that doesn’t satisfy him. He grabs my leg and hitches it up, pinning my hip against the wall, and pistons into me repeatedly. His other hand finds my clit, and he alternates between circling it and pinching it. “Again,” he demands of me. A few more cleverly placed hits from his cock deep inside of me, and I come again, only this time he follows me.
Once I catch my breath and recover from the sensuous assault of feelings washing over my body, I whisper, “That was unexpected.”
“No that was fucking necessary. I’ll be so glad when we have our own space and I can do that multiple times a day.”
“A day?”
“Yes. A fucking day. Multiple times.” He bends down and scoops me over his shoulder, “Now it’s time again.” Swatting my ass, he trudges down the hallway to our bedroom with me over his shoulder and his hand firmly on my backside. College life kicks ass.
Chapter 16
Bronson
Frank Locati has once again ruined a day that should have been joyous for his daughter. Christmas Eve. I’m trying to console my girl so she can repeat the story to my father. I knew it was a bad idea for her to go over there, but she was insistent, she needed her damn pictures. I waited in the car for her, she told me it would be easier and she would be quick. Seeing her run out of the house like the devil himself was chasing her, visibly shaken from what just went down, I was out of the car ready to storm the house. She jumped in the car, “Get in; let’s go.”
I didn’t argue and when we had driven a block or so, I pulled over. “What happened?”
“Marco, my father was talking to him.”
“He was in the house?”
“Yes.”
“Calm down, tell me everything.”
“I never told him I was coming. I think I secretly hoped he would be happy to see me. As soon as I walked in, I heard my father’s voice, so I waited. Then Marco began talking.”
“About what, baby?”
“All I heard was Marco telling my dad he was tired of waiting, and this isn’t what he was promised. He said he was tired of hiding, and if they got to him, he would rat my father out. My dad assured Marco that within the next year all their plans would pan out. He then offered Marco a trip to the Caribbean to ensure his safety. Said there were some business associates that would help. I heard them walk to the door, so I ran out. I didn’t want them to see me. I heard him call my name. I’m scared, Bronson.”
I immediately drove like a bat out of hell to my house. My father and Luis were summoned to come home when my mom saw the state Callie was in and what I was able to explain to her. The front door slams and there are two other captains w
ith my dad. I guess my mom told him it was serious, but when it comes to his kids, he has never been levelheaded. He will protect us, no matter the cost.
The room is quiet and regardless of the vastness of it, it seems we are right on top of one another. I can hear everyone breathing, and I can feel her shaking. This is almost déjà vu from six months ago, except this time she isn’t recovering from a brutal attack. One thing came out of today . . . it proves her dad was behind the last encounter. I hold her close as she recounts the story to them and then she startles me, “I don’t know what he’s planning, I just know it’s not good. I’m not going to ask you to spare him this time, some people aren’t worth saving.” She just gave her blessing for them to take out her father. I can’t say I’ll lose any sleep when he’s dead, but I know it will hurt her, no matter what kind of brave face she’s putting on now. She’s angry, justifiably, but when that anger wears off, she’ll be sad, hurt, and I pray she doesn’t blame my family or me.
“None of you leave this house without the guards.” Luis stands and walks away with the other two men. My father kisses her on the top of the head, and disappears into his office. Tonight is going to be a true testament to everyone’s strength. Can we endure this? Who’s to blame? Yes, her father for his actions, but my father isn’t exactly innocent. This life is something he chose. Will Callie and I be the ones to pay for the sins of our fathers?
Nobody moved from the couch all night, all watching the men in and out of the house, my father never leaving his office. No word on what happened, but I know my father would leave when they had him. I know enough that someone was sent to collect him. I wasn’t sure if my dad would be there during the interrogation . . . that would be hard. I do know he would be there to look his once best friend in the eye, make peace, and end things.
Finally, my dad emerged, and he looked older than I had ever seen him. Sighing he sat down across from Callie. “The associate willing to hide Marco is no affiliate of ours. He deals drugs, and since I pulled back from that, he has no ties to us. From the intel I’ve gathered, your father is still working with him. Possibly to set up his own organization. I do know your father disappeared. I believe that’s where he is, and until he surfaces I will keep the guards on you at school, and the alarm at the condo is being upgraded. He saw you; I have no doubt that’s why he ran. I don’t know where his head is, but I will keep you safe. He won’t get to any of you.”
“Dad, I can’t have guards with me when I go to training.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I’m hoping the situation will be resolved by then.”
“I hope he fucking dies; slowly, and painfully.” Callie shocks both of us. She’s closed off; her eyes show no signs of emotion. “I’m serious, I hate him.”
“No you don’t, baby. You’re mad; I understand, but don’t be like this. This isn’t who you are.” Her hatred is warranted, but this isn’t what she stands for. I don’t want her to get lost in this mess.
“I know,” she sighs. “I’m so frustrated. I don’t know who he is anymore. I don’t understand his vendetta against us.”
Christmas day was somber, and we all tried to make the best of a tense situation. Unfortunately, the black cloud never left us.
The guards tried to stay as unobtrusive as they could, but we were always aware, having them meant Frank was still out there, still a threat to Callie. Instead of going home, my parents came here. With training less than a month away, decisions had to be made.
“I don’t want to be apart, but I can’t put your safety at risk. Why not stay here, do a summer session . . . the guards and alarm are here and at least I’d know you were safe.” Those words burned my vocal cords as I said them.
“But it was going to be just us this summer. I know you’re going to be busy but I’d have you every night.” She’s pouting, and if she weren’t so damn cute it would break my heart. She’s only reiterating everything I’m thinking, but this is a sacrifice I’m willing to make for her safety.
“I know we have our entire life. It will pass quickly. I promise.”
“What else do you promise?”
“That I can have you naked and be inside of you in less than a minute.” I have her naked, but I can’t resist eating at my favorite spot first. I slide into her slowly and the moan she gives me in return spurs me on. “Fuck, each time you milk my cock is like the first time. I’ll never get tired of this.” She’s not much of a talker during sex; she’s more of a doer. I pull out and flip her on her stomach, wedging a pillow underneath her hips. Holding her down and sliding back in still feels like heaven. She can’t gain power like this, so I’m in control. I work her up to the edge, and then let it ebb away until finally I let her come. By the time I leave in a few weeks she won’t be able to walk, not having her for eighteen long weeks is enough to make me want to weep.
Leaving her was hard, but training is brutal. Long days make the nights seem longer without her. I miss her voice, her smile, and her sweet touch. I miss everything about her, and the fact that there is no news on her dad is messing with my mind. I finish training in a week, and they will all fly in the day before graduation. I need her with me. Surprisingly, I have excelled at training and I have been offered a position at the Miami and Denver Division. I would have loved to take Denver, get as far away as I can, but I wouldn’t do that to her or Bianca. Their relationship is just as important as ours, and if I’m working long hours she can always go home and visit Bianca, once her father has been taken care of. I just have a few more days to get through before our life can begin. I stare at the ring I bought yesterday, imagine what it will look like on her finger, her face when she says yes; I dream of seeing her walk down the aisle toward me. There are so many things we have yet to experience, and to know we are going to make those firsts together means everything to me. I can’t wait to slip that ring on her finger and hear her say, “I do.” The sooner the better.
I’m a ball of nerves waiting at the airport. Luis and my dad had some business they were called away for, so they arrive about two hours before Callie, Mom, and Bianca. I can’t wait to show my dad and Luis the ring and get their blessing. I will probably drop to my knee right there in the airport. I can’t wait and even if I wanted to make it special, I know I’ll blow it and blurt it out. The time passes, and my father doesn’t get off his plane, I take out my phone and nothing. No missed calls. Maybe he just missed his connecting flight. I shoot him a text. No response. I’d call Callie to see if they know anything but they should be in the air by now. I sit back down checking any other airlines to see if any are coming from Atlanta, where my dad was. There are too many to check each gate, so I’ll just head to the meeting area where I was going to wait for the girls. My dad’s resourceful; he’ll find me.
My mom’s picture flashes on my screen, odd because they should be here. “Hey, Mom. All okay?”
“Bronson,” her voice broken. No. Whatever she’s about to tell me can’t be good. My mom isn’t a crier; she is compassionate, strong, loving, but not overly emotional. “Son, you need to come home.”
“What happened?”
“Y-yo-your father and Luis w-we-were ambushed on the way to the airport. He’s gone.” I hang up on her. Just end the call. Too much to process, too much to do. I rush to the nearest ticket counter, pull out my credit card, and get the first flight home. Dakota shows up mere minutes after the transaction is complete and gets on the same flight.
Nothing can be said in death. Sure there are many platitudes. I’m sorry. I’m here. Can I do anything? Do you need anything? They all mean well, words of comfort, offering you kindness in a dark time, but they don’t change anything. My father is still dead. I don’t know the story, and I need to be home. I immediately dial Callie; I need to hear her voice.
“I’m so sorry, Bronson. Are you coming home?”
“I’ll be there in an hour.” I’m fighting tears just hearing her voice. I know I’ll break down in her arms. “Do you know what h
appened?”
“We’ll talk when you get home. Just be safe. Is Dakota with you?”
“Yes.” She isn’t telling me something, and I can deduce that it was business related. “Are the guards still with you?”
“Yes, and about four more are outside since we got word. We’re safe, just waiting on you. I love you.”
“Love you,” I repeat, running my finger over her ring.
The house is lit up; I know nobody is sleeping right now. The first person I see is my mom, and she is wrecked. I’ve never seen her like this, but of course I’ve never seen her after she lost her husband.
“Bronson,” she says as she breaks down, and I take her in my arms. After a few minutes, her sobs stop, and she pulls away. “Enough of that. I’m strong. I’m the parent, I’ll get us through this.” I catch a glimpse of the woman she has always been. She’ll grieve, privately, but for everyone she will put on her poker face and get through the arrangements that need to be made. She pushes me away, and I gravitate towards Callie and Bianca. Dakota is holding Bianca as she weeps, and I kiss her head in passing, my focus on Callie whose eyes are swollen and she won’t look at me.
“Hey,” I tell her as I reach for her.
She flinches, then says, “I’m sorry.”
“What?” I reach for her again, and she backs up. “Come here.”
“My father did this. He fucking ruined everything and murdered your father! You don’t want to touch me!” She is hysterical, and my mom comes up to her and slaps her across the face. My initial reaction is to yell at her, console Callie, and ask my mom what the fuck she’s thinking.
“Stop, Callie. The sins of the fathers aren’t ours to carry. Stop this! You’re our family, and this isn’t on you. We love you.” I need answers, but I need her to know I love her. This isn’t her fault, but if her dad is behind this, all bets are off. I will hunt that son of a bitch down on my own.
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