BOUNTY: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Giustini Family Mafia)

by Sophia Gray

  With her hands now dry, he took them and pressed them against his chest. Cupping her face with both hands, he pulled her toward him, leaning down to capture her lips beneath his own. Her response was immediate and strong. Her hands moved from his chest to his hips. His thumb stroked her jaw, and one lick of his tongue had her parting her lips and letting him in.

  She broke away from the kiss before he was ready, so he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back, giving her a hard glare before kissing her again—harder and with more determination. She completely melted beneath him. When he pulled away, her eyes were wild with heat, her lips swollen, and her breath panted over his face.

  “I want…let me…” She slid from his hands and moved to her knees. Right in his fucking kitchen, she yanked at his belt and undid his jeans, pulling out his cock with one hand while looking up at him, searching him for permission.

  He leaned back against the counter, letting her lead this dance. Keeping her eyes locked on his face, her little pink tongue slipped out from between her pouty lips and she licked the very tip of his head, gathering up the bit of pre-cum that snuck out. His eyes nearly crossed when she opened her mouth and sucked him inside. For such a prim and proper girl, she took his cock like it was her life. With one hand wrapped around the base, she stroked him while she licked and sucked him. Bobbing her head before him, he dove his hands into her hair, not forcing her or pushing, just holding her, wanting that extra bit of connection.

  Most girls, he’d just pin down and fuck their face, taking the pleasure they were offering him. But not her, she wouldn’t have that even if he tried it. She was going to give him ecstasy; he wouldn’t be taking anything from her. He groaned, feeling his balls tighten as she went deeper, lower on his cock. He’d ask her later how she got so fucking good at that, if she had so little experience.

  Farther down she went until his cock slipped into her throat. He almost burst right there, but she pulled back, sputtering and gagging. She leaned forward again, taking him deep again.

  His hand tightened around her hair, and he yanked her back. “No.” He shook his head. “Enough.” He pulled her to her feet with his hand still in her hair. She winced but didn’t try to break free of his hold. “Won’t make a baby if I come in your mouth.” He winked at her and pushed her against the counter, her back to him.

  He made quick work of undoing her jeans and yanking them down. With only one hand to use, it was a bit sloppy, but in the end, her ass was facing him, all nice and round and soft.

  “Bend over,” He pushed her forward until her ass was protruding out more. “Fuck, you have a great ass.” He slapped it, watching the slight jiggle. “Ever been spanked?” he asked, giving her another swat to the other cheek.

  “N-no.” The fear was laced in her tone, an unsure tremor.

  “Maybe later. I don’t want to wait anymore.” He let go of her hair and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her wet, swollen lips.

  “Oh, God.” She groaned when the tip of his cock, still wet from her sucking him, slipped past her entrance, and he shoved into her up to the hilt. His balls brushed her clit, and she arched her back even more, taking him easier. He held himself still, holding her hips and damn near lost it when she started to fuck him. She began to move her hips back and forth.

  “That’s a good girl; fuck my cock.” He gave her hip a light slap, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make him want to do it again. Faster, she bounced back at him.

  Not one to let too much control slip by, he gripped her hips harder, stilling her. “Now it’s my turn,” he growled in her ear. Pulling her back, he thrust forward. She yelped at the full impact, but he only did it again and again. Fucking hard, fucking fast, that was his way.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she chanted, using the edge of the countertop to push back at him. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, mingling with her moans and his grunts as they took from each other what their bodies needed.

  She tightened around him; her pussy around his cock gripped him even harder. “So fucking tight,” he growled. Reaching around her, he found her clit, hard and wanting. One little flick and she threw her head back with a deep groan. “You like that, huh? When I fuck you hard and rub this little clit of yours?”

  “Fuck. Yes.” She nodded, looking at him over her shoulder. Hair covered half her face so he reached up and grabbed a handful into his fist. Still fucking her harder and rubbing her clit, he rode her from behind, using her hair as his reins.

  “Come, Josephine. You come hard right now on my cock, or I swear I won’t let you come at all.”

  Her lower lip sucked into her mouth, and her eyes rolled. He put more pressure on her clit, feeling her clamp down around his cock, feeling the trembling of her thighs as he pushed her harder toward her orgasm. She was going to explode; he could sense the buildup in her.

  “Lucas!” She slammed her hand against the counter and bucked back at him as her orgasm hit her full force. She screamed, pushing back at him as the orgasm dragged her along. The pulsation of her pussy dragged his own release from him.

  For several long moments, they were lost in each other. He slammed into her, pouring out his seed into her tight, hot pussy while she bucked at him, taking every last breath of her orgasm.

  When his orgasm subsided, he leaned forward, resting his forehead on her back. “Fuck, Josephine,” he whispered. Her shirt was still on, and so was his. They’d fucked like animals in the kitchen, with their pants around their ankles. He hadn’t taken the time to get her to the bedroom, because there wasn’t time. He needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe at that moment.

  He slipped out of her, bending down to grab her pants and panties and pulled them back up. A trickle of his cum slid from her pussy and ran down her inner thigh. His cum—he’d marked her with his seed.

  “I-I got it.” Her trembling fingers pulled the jeans up the rest of the way and buttoned them. He yanked up his own pants and went about buckling his belt, keeping his eye on her.

  Again, she ran her fingers through her hair and tried to regain a composure he figured she never let go of.

  He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. “You okay?” Maybe he had fucked her too hard.

  “I’m good.” She nodded, bumping his chin with the action. “But I’m hungry again.” She laughed.

  He pulled back and smiled. “There’s still plenty of pasta.” He kissed the tip of her nose. The sun had set; it was near dark. Only a few more hours until their deal expired.

  How was he going to give her back?

  Chapter 5

  Josephine stretched her arms over her head before rolling over to her side. Her hands brushed up against a warm body, and her eyes flew open.

  Memories of the previous day—and night—flooded back to her. The naked man beside her was a captain in the Fury Riders. And she’d asked him to get her pregnant. What the hell had she been thinking?

  With the morning light came her common sense. They’d had sex. No, not just sex, mind-blowing sex, three—no, four—times. He’d woken her up in the middle of the night with warm kisses trailing over her body, his skilled fingers arousing her until she begged, pleaded, and then demanded he fuck her.

  She groaned as she covered her face with her hands. It had to be the stress. With her mother so ill, her own worry that she’d never have the baby she wanted so badly, and him catching her off guard in the cafeteria, her mind must have blown a fuse or something.

  This man was dangerous. She went out with human resource guys or accountants, not captains of motorcycle clubs.

  She’d heard his club mentioned a few times, mostly decent news. Charity events at the clubhouse and such, but then there was the darker gossip, involving prostitution and drug running.

  He stirred. She jumped. His left arm moved up over his head, giving him a lazy, casual look. The strong, chiseled features of his face were soft in his sleep. The chin length hair was tossed bac
k, exposing another scar along his cheek, higher up toward his ear. The muscles of his body were everywhere. Nothing on him was soft, and if the tenting of the sheet meant anything, his cock was included in that assessment.

  Handsome didn’t suit him; he was more than that—rougher, harder than handsome. To say he was hot felt a little juvenile, but there really wasn’t a better way to describe him.

  “You gonna look at me all morning?” His rough voice scared her out of her examination. One eye opened to focus on her, and his lips curled into a teasing grin. “Didn’t meant to startle you, babe.”

  “I…uh…it’s fine.” She held the sheet tighter around her chest. He’d already seen her, licked her, and fucked her in more ways any other man in her life had, but the need to cover her bare breasts from him hadn’t gone away.

  He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands then sat up, taking some of the sheet with him. “What time is it?” He grabbed his cell from the nightstand and cursed under his breath. “Didn’t mean to sleep in this late. But some gorgeous woman wouldn’t get out of my head last night.” A sexy wink and a crooked smile met her gaze.

  “I should get back to Mom, too.” Turning away from him, she scooted off the bed, taking the sheet with her. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, she realized that by keeping her modesty she’d stripped him of his. He leaned against the headboard with his ankles crossed and his erect cock lying against his thigh. She swallowed and quickly scurried into the bathroom, ignoring his chuckle as she went.

  Now that the new day had dawned, she thought back to her decision to allow this man to get pregnant. While the water in the shower warmed, she placed an open hand over her belly. There could very well be a baby in her womb at that moment. Shaking her head and convincing herself that it probably hadn’t worked, she stepped into the tub and doused herself under the stream.

  It would be weeks before she would find out, but one thing she knew was that she needed to get back to the hospital and try to forget Lucas. Even if he wanted to see her again, he was in a bike club, and she wasn’t going to get involved with that.

  After toweling off, she peeked her head into the bedroom to find it empty. Good. With each step she took toward her pile of clothes on the bed, which he must have put there for her, she could feel tenderness between her legs. She hadn’t been a virgin, but having as much sex, in such a rough fashion, as they did during the night left her feeling as though she had been.

  She found him in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee to his lips and leaning against the sink. One leg was casually thrown over the other as he drank the brew. His shirt, a new black t-shirt, clean and pressed, fit snuggly to his body, showcasing all of his muscles and strength. She swallowed and averted her gaze from the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans.

  “Coffee?” he asked, tipping his cup toward her.

  “Uh, no, thanks. I’ll grab some at the hospital.”

  “I said I’d take you for a real breakfast this morning.” He turned away to pour out his cup and flip off the coffee maker. “If you’re ready, we can head out now. There’s a great diner nearby with the best hash browns in the county.”

  “Hash browns?” They sounded next to heaven at the moment. Breakfast wouldn’t be the end of the world. Sharing a meal with the man who offered to father her child seemed the polite thing to do. But then she’d go to the hospital, and he’d go his way, and they’d never see each other again.

  She was getting good at bargaining with herself.

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  Having breakfast with the woman he’d spent the night with wasn’t something Lucas made a habit of doing. Hell, spending the night with a woman wasn’t even in danger of becoming a habit. It was usually a mutual fun time of rolling in the sheets followed by an hour of chill time before he either suggested the girl leave or he dressed and headed out.

  Josephine wasn’t like those girls. He knew the moment his eyes had landed on her. That was probably why he felt such a strong pull toward her. Something new. Something fresh.

  When the waitress brought their plates, he expected her to nibble at her scrambled eggs and maybe take a bite or two of the hash browns he’d insisted she order. Instead, she sprinkled salt over the hash browns and dug right in, looking like a kid eating candy for the first time in years.

  “Good, right?”

  A soft blush kissed her cheeks when she realized she’d shoveled the potatoes in. She covered her mouth with one hand and nodded. He laughed, shoveling his own breakfast into his mouth.

  They didn’t talk much during their meal, and it felt good to eat without having any pressure to keep up with a blabbering woman or trying to fill the void with conversation that was nothing more than noise.

  “Big plans for today?” she asked him after sipping her orange juice while he checked his phone. Jeff was getting out of the hospital today, and he needed to be sure a few guys were going to be around to watch his house while he recouped for a few more days.

  “Nothing out of the ordinary.” He slid the phone in to his back pocket and readjusted his kutte. Her eyes flickered over the patches and then went back to her food. “Does my club bother you?”

  “No, why would it?” She smiled—a tense smile. It didn’t bother her, but it was a concern; he could sense that much in the way her fingers clenched her fork a little tighter. “I’ve heard you actually do some good things in the community. The basketball courts at the park were your club’s doing, right?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. A small price to pay for the board members to look the other way when the club was given the contract to also put up their newest building at the clubhouse and obtain a business license where their girls lived and worked. One hand washed the other. “That was us. What about you, big plans?”

  “Me?” She laughed. “Yeah, talk with a few doctors, help Mom get cleaned up, and hope she’s released soon to go home.”

  “Maybe I can help. Our VP has a girl at the hospital who helps us from time to time. Maybe she can see what can be done for your mom.”

  “Thanks, but that’s okay.” She pushed her plate away from her and patted her stomach. “I think I’ll be full for about a month after that.” Her smile held a little sadness to it. She wasn’t happy or relaxed. She was terrified; he could see it in her eyes. Whatever waited for her at the hospital scared her.

  “Josephine?” A man dressed in a gray suit walked over to their table and looked down at her, surprise crossing his expression when he glanced at Lucas.

  “Max.” Josephine sat up straighter and gave him a tight smile. “Hey.” Her hands moved to her lap. Whoever this ass was, he was making her nervous.

  “I was hoping to hear from you.” He turned his body, putting his back to Lucas as he continued the conversation.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy, and my mother’s been ill.”

  “Yeah, I heard. Sorry about that, but you could have called. I could help.”

  “Hi there, uh, Max, is it?” Lucas interjected. The suit turned back to him and gave him a forced grin, nothing pleasant about it.

  “I’m sorry. Max, this is Lucas.” Josephine nodded in Lucas’s direction, but her eyes avoided both men.

  “Hi.” Max gave him a curt nod then turned back to Josephine. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, Josephine, but you deserve better. Much better.”

  Lucas scooted out of the booth and stepped around Max, effectively blocking Josephine from his view. “I think Josephine is able to determine what’s best for her, and I’m pretty sure when she didn’t call you or whatever, she was making her decision pretty clear.”

  Max took a small step back. His little eyes narrowed. “You don’t know the first thing about her, what she needs and wants,” he swept his eyes over Lucas, and he shook his head. “It’s not you.”

  Not a direct insult, but close enough. Lucas closed the gap between them, leaning in closer so they wouldn’t be overheard. “I may not know everything about her, but I know she doesn’t need
some puny assface like you. She needs a real man who can protect her and take care of her, in every way a woman should be taken care of.” Lucas gave him a wink then pulled back.

  Josephine tugged on his kutte. “Lucas, it’s okay. Max’s a friend.”

  “Friend?” Max scoffed at the word, which eased a little of Lucas’s tension. She didn’t see the prick as anything more than a friend, maybe even less, but she was too kind to tell him. “I have a meeting to get to. I just stopped to grab a coffee. Josephine, call me when you outgrow this little phase of yours.” He gave Lucas a quick glance before turning on his heel and marching off toward the counter.

  Lucas waited until he’d gotten his coffee and left the diner before sliding back into the booth. Josephine’s eyes settled on him and looked a little more heated than he would like. “Don’t turn that temper on me.” He pointed a finger at her.