The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set

by MJ Nightingale

  “What did you get me?” he asked teasingly, reaching for her bags.

  “Hey, you said you wanted a surprise,” she chastised and pouted sticking out her bottom lip just a tad.

  “Don’t do that,” he growled mischievously. Her lips were gorgeous. Red and full. He could only imagine the things she could do with those lips. The image of those lips on his cock had him throbbing.

  “What?” she continued to pout.

  “That thing with your lip. It has me thinking all kinds of things I’d rather not be thinking about in the parking lot of a shopping mall.”

  “Oh, you are bad,” she laughed lightly.

  “You have no idea,” he teased back. He was enjoying the conversation and was glad to see that she was too.

  “Well, maybe you can show me when we get to your house.”

  “Get in the car,” he growled as he popped the trunk of his car open and tossed her bags inside.

  “Impatient.” She laughed breathily, but he could see her eyes had dilated and she was breathing more rapidly.

  “If we’re lucky, everyone will still be out doing their own shopping. Let’s hurry.” He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and inhaling her scent as she slipped inside the car. He closed the door softly, and then hustled to his side of the car.

  * * *

  They were in luck. It was only two in the afternoon, and they had been the first to leave to go shopping. He was carrying her bags, and dropped them to unlock the door. When he entered the house, one of the men he had hired when they had increased his security came out of his office. “Can I help you with those?” he asked.

  “No. But thank you though,” Andreas replied. Cat was already headed up the stairs. She had one bag in her hand, and it was pink. “All is good here.”

  “Yes, sir,” replied Peter. “The men are outside. I have one on the beach, and the others are making rounds of the perimeter.”

  “Very good then. My brothers are all out?” he asked wanting to be sure.

  “Yes, Gio, Lisa and Johnny went shopping. Nikko and Ronnie went to her mother’s for the day. Blaze and Bella took the boat out and said they would be out until late. They left just twenty minutes ago.”

  “Perfect. Keep up the good work. Miss Stone has a headache after shopping and wants to lie down,” he lied. “I believe I will join her since it is quiet.”

  A small smile played around the corners of Peter’s lips. “Fine, sir. I will monitor everything from inside the study, and will inform you if there is a breach.”

  With a curt nod and a pat on the back, Andreas fled up the stairs to his room. He was wondering if Cat was ready and what she was wearing.

  As he entered his room, he noticed the darkness. She had drawn the curtains over the windows and doors that gave him an unobstructed view of the Bay. She had left a single light on by the bed. The slit of light coming from the bathroom told him she was still inside. Changing. He licked his lips in anticipation.

  Setting her bags down on the chaise lounge by the closet, he began to undress. He stripped to his boxers, placing his clothes on one of the other chairs in the room. He was about to crawl into bed to wait for her when the sound of the bathroom door opening made him turn. His jaw dropped.

  Cat was sexy as sin. But in this outfit, his cock hardened like a slab of granite. And it fucking hurt. He wanted to rip that outfit off of her and plunge into her pussy taking her deep. He took several breaths to calm himself.

  “Do you like it?” She twirled for him, spinning around, and revealing to him the entire outfit.

  “Um, yeah.” His ridiculous response and the look on his face had Cat laughing. She felt powerful in the items she had chosen. The black stilettoes showed off her calves, and the faux black leather thong she suspected would shock him. She had also purchased a matching bustier that pushed her breasts incredibly high, but left most of her midriff bare. It was simple. But made her feel strong. She knew he would like it, and appreciate the shocking difference in her usual nightwear. She had never worn anything like it before. It was just for him.

  She knew not where this relationship was going, but this man made her feel alive. He had mended her and made her feel whole once more. For that she would be forever grateful. But while it lasted she wanted to experience as much of it as she could.

  “It’s not too much?” she asked knowing it wasn’t from his reaction.

  “No, it is not!” He breathed heavily and was still staring at her body longingly, like a starving man. “Cat, you do not know how incredibly beautiful you are. I want you to know that. I want you.”

  “I feel the same, Andreas. I think you know that.” Her voice shook.

  “I do. Thank you. For trusting me.” He could see some of her nerve leaving, and he didn’t want that. He began to approach. Fire burning in his eyes. Again, he would make this about her. An afternoon she would never forget.

  He took one step closer, stalking her like she was his prey. She could feel the heat emanate off of the man shear across the room. His eyes burned blue for her. Her confidence returned and she began to walk toward him.

  “Stop,” he told her, and she did. The one word had been a command, and her heart beat faster as he took his time to come get her. She could see the tent his boxers made, and knew he was aroused, and that made her insides melt. She felt the all too familiar heat pool in her core as her pussy clenched in anticipation of what was to come.

  When he was just a foot away, she thought he would reach for her, and she yearned for his touch, the sensations only his hands had ever evoked in her, but instead he circled around her, and she felt his breath on the back of her neck as he carefully moved her hair aside. He kissed her shoulders and then trailed kisses down her back on the skin laid bare by the small closure in back. Next, a finger in the center of her shoulder blades. It began to move. She held her breath and then let it out on a sigh as the finger, just the one made every nerve ending come to life. Her nipples hardened when it reached the small of her back. Then she felt him stroke along the top of the G-string, tracing along top of it. She felt his finger then slip underneath. She waited with bated breath. She felt the moisture dampen the thin cloth that covered her.

  “So fucking beautiful.” His voice sounded further away, and when she turned her head to look, Andreas was on the carpet behind her, on his knees. She nearly wept at the sight of his eyes. They burned. She felt his hands on her hips, and he pulled her to him. He pressed his face to her ass, and kissed each rounded globe. She felt herself tightening, her pussy muscles clenching as her head fell back of its own volition to experience the riotous pleasure her was evoking within her.

  “Your scent, your body, everything about you, I desire.” His hands left her hips and then she felt his hands on her ankles, and then those hands began to stroke her upwards. First on the outside of her legs, and then on the inside. “I want to touch every part of you, Cat. Stake my claim. Take what it is mine.”

  His words, the tone, sent the flames higher in her.

  “Are you mine, Cat? All mine?” she heard the undercurrent of possessiveness there, and it thrilled her. Belonging to someone had once terrified her, but not with this man. With this man, she had begun to hope and dream once more.

  “Y, y, yessss,” she hissed as his hand cupped her femininity from behind.

  Andreas’ cock throbbed and he wanted to enter her depths and lose himself inside. But not yet, this was too important. “Say the words, Cat. I need to hear them.”

  “I. Am. Yours.” And with that word he slipped two fingers inside of her wet sheath. Her legs began to tremble. To shake. “I am yours,” she cried out as he felt her contractions pull his fingers deeper.

  “Good,” he replied as he began to massage the deepest parts of her. He rubbed and fondled, and felt every inch of her. Feeling for that g-spot. He breathed his warm breath onto her buttocks, and kissed each globe again. Stroking, stroking, as she shook, clenched, and cried out on trembling legs.

  “I
’m about to . . .”

  “Go ahead. Come for me, Cat. I want you to.” He stroked harder, finding her clit, and began to rub her there. Her knees began to buckle and he held her firmly. She screamed and cried out his name.

  “Oh, oh, oh, myyyyyyyy,” she continued to cry as the waves kept taking her under. She felt herself collapsing. But he was there. He scooped her up, swinging her legs over one arm as he carried her to the bed.

  Her eyes were round, and the greyness was almost silver. She kissed his chest, and felt like crying. She had never known such pleasure, and it would be painful if she had to lose this. Lose him. But each moment with him would give her memories she would cherish forever. She wanted to tell him, felt the urge to do so, but his eyes held her back. “Andreas I . . .,”

  “Shh, I am not done yet, Cat,” he placed a finger over her lips. Then bent to kiss her, but did not join her on the bed yet. He took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked, and then bit it softly before releasing it.

  “Andreas I . . . want to please you as well,” she stammered as he walked beside the bed looking at her.

  “Come sit on the side of the bed,” he commanded her.

  She scooted up and sat waiting. For what she did not know. But once more her heart began to thud. To anticipate. His body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

  He pushed down his boxers and stood before her, and she could see very clearly his manhood and thought she understood his meaning. She lifted her hands to touch the silky sheath over the steel, but in an instant he was on his knees once more. “I would like that very much Cat, for you to take me in your mouth. But, I told you, I was still not done with you yet. Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes,” was all she managed to get out. He claimed her lips and pulled her head to him. She felt her breasts heave in their tight confines, the nipples pressing up against the leather painfully, but it was a pleasurable experience. They ached to be touched, fondled, and licked. Sensing her need, he pulled the string that bound them in the front, and her bustier opened for him. He took first one nipple with his teeth, and released his hold on her hair to take her other nipple between his fingers. He rolled it and squeezed it, elongating it with the rough pads of his thumb. Then he switched, and she could feel herself getting wet again. Her womanly folds throbbed and she ached to feel him fill her, and to be one with him again.

  But instead he pushed her down and broke from her breast. Her disappointment was brief, as he then slid aside the little slip of cloth covering her pussy. He spread her legs wide, and then wider, and when his mouth made contact with her drenched pussy it was unlike anything she had felt before. The intensity and shock of the intimate touch had her reeling and bucking off the bed. Her heels dug into the carpet. She pushed herself against him, harder, relishing his tongue and what it was doing to her.

  Feeling her pleasure building, Andreas took her leg and placed it over his shoulder to get better access to her. She was deliciously sweet and incredibly wet. He used his tongue to tease her, circling her clit and exposing the tiny bud. When she was fully unsheathed and her moans of pleasure were increasing, he sucked her clit into his mouth pulling on her hard. Then he released her and did it again. He used his tongue to reach into the depths of her, thrusting, and withdrawing and then he returned to her clit to bring her to a frenzy.

  Cat felt every minute movement, and she couldn’t catch her breath. The emotions she felt for this man were overpowering her. When she felt his hands on her thighs caressing, stroking while his tongue alternated between delving deeper and devouring her, she could stand no more. Her scream of passion rent the room, and she came like never before. Instead of stopping, Andreas added his finger to her already sensitive bud, and stroked it harder as he watched her come undone. She writhed beneath his ministrations as multiple waves of pleasure had her coming quickly once more.

  She collapsed in exhaustion. “Oh. . . that was . . . intense.” Her breathing was erratic, and she had not the energy to move.

  Andreas slid onto the bed next to her. She rolled onto her side, her energy gone. “Thank you Cat, for letting me love you that way.” He kissed each eyelid, as she dozed off to sleep knowing she should say something in return. But, she needed to close her eyes for just one minute.

  Andreas waited patiently for Cat to awaken. He knew he had tired her, pushed her to her limits this afternoon. But he wanted to show her how it could be between partners who cared for one another. Partners who wanted to please one another. He knew her experiences had been brutal, forced, and ugly, and wanted to make sure she experienced all that great sex could be.

  He enjoyed watching her sleep, too. He often woke before her, but didn’t have the leisure to watch her for long. This time he took her in, the sight of her sated and resting after he had pleased her well. She was remarkably beautiful. Her pale skin had a rosy glow in the lamp light. She had just a few freckles on her cheekbones, but he felt like he could pick her out of a crowd by just gazing at them. Even his ex-fiancée had faded from his mind eventually. He wouldn’t ever forget this raven haired beauty. He knew his feelings for her were growing stronger. It terrified him, but he was determined to try with her if she would let him. He didn’t even know if she saw that kind of future for herself. For so long he had denied that it was a possibility for him. What a difference a few weeks made. And even amidst the most important investigation of his life, he didn’t think he could let her walk away without a fight. He knew the timing was wrong, and would wait before he suggested more. But in the deepest part of his heart, he hoped she would want a possible future with him.

  * * *

  Cat awoke suddenly feeling eyes upon her. The moment she met his gaze, she asked, “How long was I sleeping?”

  “Just thirty minutes or so,” he glanced down at her taking in her disheveled appearance.

  “Oh, Andreas. I am sorry. I did not pleasure you in return.” She turned to her side, propping her naked body up one elbow.

  “Don’t be sorry for that. We have tonight,” he whispered seductively.

  “Or now,” she suggested.

  He knew he had worn her out. “Cat, tonight is fine. I can be patient. You are worth it,” he murmured lying back, and pulling her down on top of him. “Let’s lie here a bit longer. I enjoy just holding you.”

  “The others are not back yet?” she asked settling in.

  “No. I don’t think so. Rest, I’ll wake you in a bit and we can shower and join them for dinner.”

  “Mhm,” she responded yawning. Another nap sounded good if he was here beside her.

  Chapter 23

  Tit for Tat

  The crisp air reinvigorated him. The weather had finally cooled and fall had arrived. He enjoyed the anonymity of the south, but the weather was never something he had gotten used to.

  He sat in his beat up Dodge Spirit. It was nondescript, a faded green from the Florida heat, and had over 200,000 miles on it. But it was running and he was happy for the tinted windows. He sipped his drink, and placed the Hardee’s Styrofoam container of sweet tea back onto the seat next to him. He was taking Angela today. He wasn’t sure how, but he was determined. He watched the Marinos all leave early. He heard on the news last night they were attending a charity event that evening for some military shindig on the base. He knew then, that it was time. He would grab her, and his hunch that she would be the last to leave had paid off.

  Unlike his other victims, whom he knew were single, and had followed to their respective homes, he planned to grab her here. He wanted Andreas to know, to see him on his security tapes if he had them. It was stupid, but it was his way of telling him to fuck himself. Andreas had taken his woman, and now he was taking something of his. Like last time. Tit for tat. Andreas had robbed him of his wife and son, so he had taken his parents. Now he had taken Catarina, so he would take this woman.

  From the sign on the door, the business closed at 6:00 PM and it was close to that now. He glanced at the clock on the dash. He had just ten min
utes to wait. He would get out of the car a few minutes early and then grab her right out front. He had a bottle of chloroform. Stuff was pretty easy to make as he had found out when he first began to kill. His father had used it on the woman when he was moving them to make them easier to handle. An old family recipe so to speak. It was the only good thing his father had ever taught him. But, it had to be precise, and one had to be careful. The fumes could be toxic, and you could not use too much or you could kill the victim before you actually wanted to.

  The bottle lie beside him, and he was about to uncap it when his heart thudded in his chest. A police cruiser had pulled up behind him. He fumbled briefly with the bottle and slipped it behind him. He set his hand on the shift to put the car into drive. But the police officer passed him and with a slight nod walked up to the Marino offices just as the secretary, Angela came out. She greeted the young man warmly, as he escorted to his cruiser.

  “Thanks for inviting me out to dinner, Michael. I’m babysitting for Andreas tonight, so now I won’t have to cook.”

  “No problem, Mom. I thought it was a good idea. I am just finishing my shift, and I haven’t seen you in a while.”

  “Aw, you are so sweet. Still my baby,” she cooed as he shut her door and then went round to his side of the car.

  Sal wanted to cry. He was devastated. His plans for the evening were ruined. He considered following them, but with having a police escort tonight, and babysitting on that god forsaken island that had tight security, there was no way he could have gotten close to them there. He needed to think. He needed a new plan. So after the police car was out of sight, he pulled out into traffic. He headed home, to think, and to plan.

  Chapter 24

  The Fight

  Andreas and Gio waited downstairs. The girls were still upstairs getting ready and they were discussing what Tony and his security team may have found out.

  “If he can find where this guy works, or lives and the new identity he is using, he will pull off one heck of a miracle.” Gio stated taking a small pull on the O’Doul’s he was drinking.