The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set

by MJ Nightingale

  Jay smiled broadly. “Okay, good. No more fighting. Let’s have a nice dinner, and I’ll try to keep the teasing down to a minimum. Just let me go wash up first. Plus,” he added half way across the room, “I want to hear about the meeting with the lawyer.”

  “That went very well,” Lou called out to him. “He’s got some great ideas to pursue. Go, we will get everything on the table,” Lou urged when he paused by the door to their bedroom.

  Jay went, and the ladies set to the task at hand. Butterflies persisted in Ronnie’s stomach, however, because she had made a decision about tonight and now she was beginning to have some doubts. If what Jay was saying was true, a leopard didn’t change his spots. And Jay would know. After all he had been a confirmed player for quite some time before he met her mother.

  Chapter 10

  Attraction

  When Nikko showed up around eight o’clock, the sun was just beginning its descent over the Gulf of Mexico. As he pulled into the driveway of the secluded cabin, Ronnie opened the door and waited for his car to come to a complete stop before she made her way to the passenger side. He quickly got out, hustled around to her side, and reached for the handle of the door just as she did. He didn’t want to screw tonight up.

  The electricity from the contact of their hands gripping the handle at the same time was intense. It shot through him like lightning. She looked absolutely mouthwatering in the peasant style blouse, one shoulder completely revealed. Her skin was bronzed from the sun. He could see the pulse at the base of her neck beating, and the urge to press a kiss there almost had him doing just that. The skirt, some type of clingy material, fitted her generous hips, tapered then flared out just above her knees, the grey and white diagonal stripes subtly accentuated her curves. It revealed her shapeliness. He wanted to touch her, everywhere. She wore her wavy hair down, just below the shoulders, and her scent was citrusy. Fresh. He wanted to taste her. Everything about her he found exciting. He didn’t know if he could be a gentleman, and on his way over he vowed he would try to show her a different side of him.

  She slid onto the seat and smiled up at him, lips plump and pink. Again, he had the urge to kiss her; he wanted to bite that bottom lip and take it into his mouth. He also suspected he might have an audience. He knew her step dad was home now and didn’t want to give him another peep show by attacking his step daughter in the driveway. Nikko knew even one small chaste kiss would set him aflame, so it was better to resist the urges of his body altogether, for now.

  “You like nice, Ronnie,” he said softly, admiring the picture she made against the black leather.

  “Thank you.” Under long eyelashes that hid her desire for him, she admired his attire as well.

  “Do you need help with your seatbelt, Ronnie?” Nikko stepped back to give her room to close the door, but couldn’t resist asking as she reached for the handle.

  “I got it, Nikko. But, thank you,” she murmured, eyes still downcast, suddenly shy, remembering the last time he helped her, and also knowing where tonight was headed.

  Yes, she thought, this could be a nice distraction, a diversion from all her worries. She held no hopes for a future with a man like this. But she also couldn’t help but believe him—she wasn’t a mere flash in the pan, a notch on his post. Her trial would be months away, and with his brother’s investment in her, they had time at least. Four months she figured. That was a long time, and anything was possible, wasn’t it?

  He gave her that crooked smile that showed his dimples as he pressed the door closed, and she reached for her seatbelt. She watched him walk around the car, and just enjoyed the view. He was like a panther in his movements. Sleek. Sexy as hell. She imagined him dating models, not short girls with curvy figures. But she knew he was attracted to her, just as much as she was attracted to him. Why not take advantage of it? It would be one helluva ride.

  When Nikko was in the car, the electricity between them was intense. There was static in the air. He turned the car’s ignition over and smoothly backed up out of her mother’s driveway. Soon they were cruising along State Road Fifty headed into Spring Hill.

  He reached for her hand and held it on his lap, while he steered with one hand. He used one finger to trace small light circles on the top of her hand, constantly in motion. It was comforting and did crazy things to her. She enjoyed the intimacy of the small gesture.

  “So, ice cream, a milk shake?” he reminded her softly and broke the spell.

  She gave him an ‘are you absurd look’ and he laughed. Who were they kidding? “Um, no,” she replied just as softly. Her heart rate picked up.

  “No?” he questioned lifting one eyebrow and looking at her sideways before returning his eyes to the road. The look on her face set his heart to beating faster. His mouth suddenly went dry. Where did she want to go?

  A slow smile spread across her face. “No, Nikko. Let’s just go to your hotel, and do what we have both wanted to do for a long time.” Honesty was refreshing. She didn’t want to play these games any longer.

  He looked at her suddenly, and she saw the fire in his eyes. His nostrils flared. His grip on her hand got tighter, and his foot hit the accelerator. He spoke no words, just searched her eyes for a moment, saying nothing.

  He saw the need in her eyes mirrored his own. It thrilled him. Pure passion. Wanton desire. He couldn’t wait to sink into this woman, claim her as his. He wanted nothing more than to possess this tough as nails ice princess and make her melt. Not saying anything, he released her hand; he needed two hands now so he could drive faster. The hotel wasn’t far, not far at all.

  * * *

  The Quality Inn Nikko pulled into was close to Lou’s place, and was the newest hotel in the county. The sun was just dipping below the tree-line, as Ronnie followed Nikko through the lobby, her hand in his as he crossed directly to the elevators. He handed her his key card and told her to go to room four hundred and twenty-five. He would join her shortly. He wanted to get something from the bar.

  He pressed a kiss to her lips. It was chaste, but firm and she felt the heat behind it. The promise.

  * * *

  Ronnie walked into the mirror and oak paneled elevator, and by the time she turned she could already see Nikko’s retreating figure half way to the entrance to the hotel lounge. She hit the button for the fourth floor, and the doors slid shut as she watched him rush toward the bar, not looking back once. He appeared to be a man on a mission.

  She felt the elevator lurch and begin its ascent. It didn’t help her already queasy stomach. She just hoped her hunch about Nikko was right.

  When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, she didn’t have far to go. Nikko’s room was directly across the hall indicated by the brass plate showing room four hundred and twenty-five. Two large double doors of deep mahogany gleamed directly in front of her. It must be a suite, she assumed. She slid the key into the electronic box and it flashed green. Pulling the card out, she quickly opened the door, and stepped inside onto a very plush chocolate colored carpet.

  Yes, it was definitely a suite. The room she entered was a foyer, and directly in front of her was a large curved sofa facing a flat screen TV, and then beyond that a table big enough to seat six comfortably in a dining area. There was also a large wet bar fully stocked. She passed through the two rooms and off the dining area was a small bathroom on the right, but on the left was a massive stone archway carved intricately in a fleur-de-lis design. She passed under and walked the few steps down the hallway which opened up to a tastefully decorated bedroom. A very large bedroom with a king sized bed. The decor was done in browns and tans. The furniture mahogany. Again above one of the dressers in the room was a large flat screen TV, and there was also a small desk in the corner, and Ronnie noticed it had a guest computer built in. Ronnie set her purse down on a divan, and turned around in the room taking it all in. The Marinos must be doing well to take such luxurious quarters, she thought absently running her hand along the quality furniture as she passed t
hrough the room.

  She knew there must be an ensuite bathroom, and looked for it. She saw the door and peered inside, amazed by the grandeur. The stone theme continued. There was a glass enclosed massive shower, and a raised hot tub. Very impressive. Very tempting.

  She checked her teeth in the mirror, and satisfied with her appearance, turned back towards the bedroom. Nikko wouldn’t be much longer.

  * * *

  When Nikko entered his suite with his other key card minutes later, he carried a bottle of chilled champagne, and two crystal flutes. He hadn’t planned for this, but wanted to make this night special. Yes, he hoped to bring Ronnie here, but hadn’t counted on it. He wanted to offer her more than the hard liquor supplied in this suite. He rarely drank, but when he did it was usually a beer. Occasionally he drank a glass of wine with dinner.

  He didn’t see Ronnie right away, and thought she might be in the bathroom, but when he entered underneath the arch he found her already on the bed. She was curled on her side facing him. Waiting.

  Shit! When she made her mind up about something, she didn’t hold back. He laughed nervously, and lifted the champagne to her in the way of explanation. She nodded at him.

  He set the flutes down on a nearby dresser, and then popped the champagne over the trash can to catch the flume. He was quick, grabbing a glass, and filling it, letting very few drops escape. Setting that glass down, he filled the other. He set the remainder of the champagne on the side table, and then he picked up both glasses and made his way over to Ronnie. What a sight she was. He knew she didn’t know just how beautiful she was. That was something else he liked about her.

  Ronnie sat up, just as he reached her, and took the proffered glass. She touched the rim of her flute to his after he gestured her to do so.

  “To you, Ronnie. A beautiful, remarkable, strong woman. A woman I desire a great deal. The only woman I have fantasized about for over a year,” he winked at her as he touched his glass to hers, and they both lifted their glasses to take a sip.

  The sweet fizzy liquid was delicious. He set his glass down on the bedside table, but Ronnie took a second sip before setting her glass down besides his. Nikko just stood there watching her, giving her time to really be sure she wanted this as much as he.

  Ronnie felt naked under his gaze and the intimacy of the moment was just too much to bear. She needed to act. She got up, but he was close, very close. Her body slithered its way up to meet him. She reached his shirt, and he allowed her to pull it up, helping her only when she couldn’t reach any higher. His bronzed chest lay fully exposed to her sight. She pressed her hands against the great chiseled expanse before her and immediately felt the iron like muscles ripple beneath his silky skin. She used her hands to explore this fine specimen of a man. Gary had been fit, from years of playing hockey, but not defined in this way. Nikko was surely a treat for the eyes. A work of art.

  Nikko allowed her just a few moments more to explore him, but his hands itched to do the same to her. His hard on pressed tightly against the fly of his cargo pants. He wanted to see this beauty he had only briefly been able to feast on once before.

  Her hands just finished exploring his pecks, when he stooped down to press a kiss to the exposed nape of her neck. He watched her pulse beating there and yearned to taste it, to feel her blood pumping faster through her veins under his lips, for him. He did so, and then trailed kisses along her neck to her shoulder as her head arched back to give him greater access. Her little murmurs of pleasure made him even harder if that were possible. Her breasts pressed firmly into him titillating his own senses. He could feel her nipples like pebbles scrape across his chest. Nothing ever felt better.

  His lips reached the edge of her blouse, and using his teeth, he tugged it down to reveal more of her cleavage and he couldn’t help it, but a groan of desire and frustration escaped his lips. This woman, he remembered, had the most amazing tits he had ever seen. Not only were they full, and large, but they were one hundred percent real. His hands snaked across her back, and he found the clasp of her bra, and cleanly unhooked it. He knew what he was doing. He pulled back, and grabbed the hem of her blouse, and in one fluid motion pulled it off. Her bra came with it, and her large breasts were fully exposed to him.

  His mouth descended. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He captured one nipple in his mouth, and bit it lightly then sucked it until her nipple was even harder. His other hand toyed with her other breast noting the weight of it in his other hand.

  Ronnie adored the sensations of Nikko’s teeth, tongue, and hands on her breasts. She felt the intensity of it shoot from her sensitive nipples straight through to her pussy which began to involuntarily clench in anticipation of what was to come. Her legs began to shake and she felt weak and dizzy with her own desire.

  Sensing her need, Nikko scooped her up into his arms, biceps flexing, and placed her onto the bed reaching to the center as far as he could. Her brown eyes half closed, he could see her pleasure would come fast. He kicked off his shoes, quickly unfastened his pants, and pulled them down along with his black boxer briefs.

  Her smoky eyes widened in surprise at the sight of him fully engorged, and sprung.

  Ronnie’s mouth began to water. Nikko’s cock stood fully erect, reaching his navel. He was huge, and wide. She squeezed her legs together feeling her clit yearning for friction. Her hands reached for him, and slid along the satin smoothness of his cock, wanting it inside her. All of it. Kneeling on the bed beside her, he trembled when her fingers claimed his dick, and slid around it, holding him.

  “Oh, Ronnie, I don’t know how much of that I can take,” he rumbled from deep in his chest. Her hands on his cock was just too much right now. His voice was harsh, guttural. “I’ve got to be inside you soon.”

  Ronnie felt her need coursing through her. His reaction increased her desire tenfold. Her pussy clenched at his words, and she felt the wetness seep out. She released her grip on his cock, and dug her heels into the mattress to lift her ass in order to pull off her skirt. She wanted him, badly.

  “Nikko, I want you too,” she urged. Seeing her dilemma, he helped her pull off her skirt, and then she lie before him, in nothing but a thin scrap of cloth. His hand reached for her waist, slid down her abdomen, and then below the piece of black lace to her pussy. He found her well-groomed, and groaned his pleasure as he slipped a finger into her opening. She was hot and slick. He found her clit protruding and already unsheathed for him. He circled it, and her hips bucked at the intensity of that first touch. She pushed herself onto him. He rubbed across the top with the one finger applying just a bit of pressure.

  Ronnie’s air escaped sharply through her teeth in a hiss of pure pleasure. “Please,” she begged. “Nikko!”

  Her throaty response was all Nikko needed. He plunged his finger into her and she clenched around it. She was tight. He withdrew as she raised herself to meet his thrust. He plunged in again this time with two fingers and again her body reacted. He pulled out, and plunged in again with those same fingers making her ready to receive him.

  Ronnie was panting her pleasure. This was good, but she wanted more. Her nails scraped along his rib cage as he settled beside her to continue his teasing and this oh so torturous foreplay.

  “Please, please,” she begged, thrusting up her pelvis to meet his hand thrust for thrust. Her clit needed the friction.

  Hearing the hunger in her voice, and knowing he wanted this, her, all of her, more than anything in this moment, he pulled his fingers out of her hot pussy, and grabbed the bit of cloth, and tore it right off of her, the fabric giving way easily.

  “Please, please,” she repeated her need.

  He was on his knees between her legs, at her opening. He paused for a moment and reached for a condom he had placed beside the bed. She hadn’t even seen him place it there. He made quick work of it and then he held his cock in his hand, felt the blood pumping in his veins, and held it to her opening. He pushed into her, just an inch at a time wanting
to watch her face as he claimed her. He felt her pussy clench trying to take more of him, and she turned her face from him.

  “Ronnie, I want to see your eyes,” he murmured huskily holding his passion in check.

  “Babe, I want to see your face while I take you. Can you keep your eyes open for me?” he asked, panting at the strain of holding back when he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock into her over and over again. But, they would only have this moment once.

  She turned and looked into his eyes. Ronnie could almost feel the burn from the intensity of his gaze. She couldn’t look away from those eyes right now if she wanted too.

  He liked her answer, and gave her another inch. He felt her stretch around him. She was tight. That intensified his pleasure. “Keep them open,” he reminded her, when instinct made her waver. He urged her, and stroked one of her firm thighs as she opened her legs wider for him. He pushed in again, one more inch.

  “Oh God, yes,” she moaned and started to thrust upwards to take more of him.

  “Don’t,” he ground out, wanting this to last. He gripped her thigh and sliding down on his knees a bit, took her leg and placed it over his shoulder so he could achieve maximum penetration. He released his cock, but held his position. He gave her another inch, feeling her tremble and quake beneath him.

  His blue eyes practically glowed silver with fire. Molten liquid silver fire. Another inch. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and wanted it all.

  “Now, Ronnie,” he grunted, as he seated all ten inches into her, and plunged his cock to the hilt. He saw stars as her heat enveloped him. His cock, as hard as granite, filled her hot flesh and she took him, all of him. He muttered the only words that came to him. “Your mine now, Ronnie.”

  “I’m yours,” she repeated mindlessly. His cock slid out briefly, and then back in again. He took his time rubbing his shaft along her sensitive clit. In this position, he controlled it all. She took it. He began to move faster but each time he plunged, he deliberately assaulted her clit with his cock putting just the right amount of pressure to keep her completely aroused and at a complete loss for coherent speech.