Straight, No Chaser: A Mafia Alpha Bad Boy Romance

by Nikki Belaire

  "I love you so much."

  God, it must be fucking love for me to resist the ecstasy rolling through me from her arms coiled around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock centimeters from her poor battered pussy. That deserves to heal before I take her again. Cold shower for me. But so fucking worth it. All I can do is mumble with her lips pushing against mine. "I love you too."

  I am so fucking whipped. I don't know at what point exactly that I lost my god damn balls, and I'm not sure if I'll ever get them back. But right now I don't give a fuck. I just need to find her.

  A pulsing beat greets me when I step inside the house, growing louder as I stride down the hallway. Fuck, it's even better than I imagined when I reach the kitchen. She's fucking sexy as hell swaying her hips to the rhythm next to Eli who's trying his damnedest to keep up with her sensual moves. Fuck, baby girl can dance. Which I need to make sure she does for me tonight.

  Her carefree laugh fills the air as the song fades away, and she scoops him up, spinning around with him. His feet floating out from her waist as they swirl. Both of them ecstatic. Pure bliss illuminating their radiant faces, and warming my pounding heart when the realization hits me.

  This is my life now.

  They will always be here when I come home. After a shitty day or a hellish night, this family will be waiting for me. My family.

  It's what I've always wanted. But to actually fucking see it. To have the results of my scheming become reality, is worth all the hell we went through. That I put her through.

  They're so fucking beautiful together. More than I could have ever imagined.

  Eli sways a bit after she sets him on his feet. Dizzy eyes meet mine, and he beckons to me, small hands grubby with remnants from the baking supplies spread across the table. "Dance with us!"

  Loving her blush when I wink at her. "Okay.”

  He claps like a maniac when I curl my fingers over hers, lift her arm, and twirl her like a ballerina. Her huge tits smash into my chest when I plaster her body against mine and waltz a few steps before I dip her low enough her hair brushes the hardwood. Kissing her gorgeous smiling mouth, I earn another fervent round of applause from him when I rise with a flourish and tuck her into my side for a deep bow.

  "Again! Again!"

  I love him more than I can explain. But, I need him gone. At least for a few minutes. I really am a devious bastard. "Guess what? Ty's got his Harley in the driveway. You better go check it out before he leaves."

  His small body jerks and his eyes almost burst with joy as if I said Santa Clause himself was here with a sleigh full of presents. Because in his mind Ty's bike is the ultimate toy. That he rarely gets to play with since Ty's a fucking pussy ass and only takes his baby out in perfect weather. Luckily, it’s sunny and warm this afternoon. Even better, Ty enjoys sharing his passion with Eli and will indulge him, letting him shine the chrome with his special cloths and try on his helmet. Which buys me plenty of time to fuck my girl.

  Without a word, he races out of the room. She offers an indulgent smile to his ghost and then pecks my cheek, hurrying to grab a bag of flour off the table.

  "Hi."

  Fuck that. I need more than a quick kiss. No matter how busy she is. Like I give a damn that they've made a mess. That shit can wait. She needs to learn how to fucking greet me when I get home.

  I trail after her into the pantry and shove the door shut behind me. Before she can turn around, I thrust myself against her back and run my hands up her torso, palming her heavy breasts. Fucking loving the feel of the nipples hardening under my fingers. Of her body arching to push them deeper into my hands. My teeth sink into her shoulder. Not enough to break the skin but enough that she knows I mean fucking business. "I thought you'd be happier to see me."

  "I am. I just..."

  One hand glides down her smooth stomach, bypassing her shorts and dipping into her panties, wetness already coating the silk. "What?"

  "I wanted..."

  Fuck that's sexy that she can't even speak with my fingers stroking her soaked folds. Lingering by her throbbing clit before I sweep downward again. "I've been thinking about fucking this gorgeous pussy all day."

  "Y-you have?"

  "Yeah, I have." I drive my other hand up the nape of her neck and curl the long blond strands around my fist. Twisting her head backward to get me closer to those fucking amazing lips, which I brush with mine. "Did you miss me too?"

  "Yes."

  No fucking doubt or stuttering in the assertion she whispers into my mouth. Reminding me she needs to be tortured just a bit more before we both earn the pleasure we seek. Swallowing down the chuckle in my throat, I release her completely, dropping my hands to my sides. While my cock still bobs upward like a magnet to the dripping paradise between her thighs. "I don't believe you."

  She grabs the edge of the white shelf to keep from tumbling forward, suddenly having to support her own weight without me possessing her sweet body. For a few seconds anyway. I won't be able to hold out much longer. Which my furious cock reminds of straining against my pants. I hiss into her ear. "Not with that virginal kiss you gave me. Which both of us know you aren't anymore."

  A shudder rolls through her from my reminder of almost forty-eight hours ago. Of the best fucking night of my life. Hopefully hers too.

  "I thought about you all day. I couldn't wait to see you."

  “That’s better.” Electricity shoots through my balls and up my length from her earnest tone. Breathless and thick with longing. Eager for me and my cock. With the last remaining ounce of restraint I have, I force myself to keep from bending her over and sinking inside her wet heat. "Now prove it."

  Her petite body stiffens from my dare. My girl loves a challenge. She spins around, wildness in her eyes that I fucking love. Permanently replacing the uncertainty that used to linger in them. "You want me to show you?"

  A raspy groan rumbles deep in my throat. Unable to hide my body's response to her feisty threat. So fucking hot. "Yeah, I want you to fucking show me."

  Pink nails drag down my tie to my belt, wrapping around the black buckle to tip me closer. Like the slick move of a more experienced woman, her dainty fingers palm my hard-on at the same time she sucks in my bottom lip. Breaking the seam and plunging her tongue inside. The rich taste of chocolate saturates my mouth almost as delectable as her.

  Fucking hell. My hips follow her hand as she yanks down the zipper and breaches my boxer briefs to skim across the taut skin, already slick with my arousal. Fuck me if my own fingers fumble trying to slide open the button to give her more access. I’ve totally fucking lost control with her hand on my dick, like I’m a fucking teenager being touched for the very first fucking time. My eyes sink shut when she strokes me, tickling the hypersensitive skin with her fingernails. “Damn, baby girl, you feel amazing.”

  “I’ve never done this before but I want to try.” Her warm breath billows across the head. “If that’s okay?”

  Fucking blowing my ass away when I open my eyes to find her kneeling in front of me on the housekeeper’s step stool, her lips a hair’s width from my cock. “Fuck yes, it’s okay.”

  A huge smile lights up her face for a fleeting moment before she kisses the head. I almost fucking cum on her chin when she tastes the white cream on her lips, shrugging with acceptance of the musky saltiness. My fingers shoot through her hair as she explores me with her tongue, sucking in the tip. A primal moan rips from my chest when she takes me deeper, my cock brushing the back of her throat. Fuck me. She must have absolutely zero gag reflex to accept so much of me.

  I cup her scalp to keep my balance, but she doesn’t need me to guide her at all. Angel knows exactly what the fuck to do to make my dick blissfully happy. Impressing me beyond reason with her talents and her courage to try something so intimidating without any hesitation.

  Sweat runs down my back from the fire racing through me. My muscles coiling with anticipation as I fuck her sweet mouth, her small hands pumping where her l
ips can’t reach. I can’t fucking think or speak or move. All I can do is watch this fucking amazing woman pleasuring me.

  Her eyes clenched shut in deep concentration. Her gorgeous breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her bobbing head. On her knees with legs spread for the pussy I can’t keep from stroking through her tiny shorts. The ache in my balls becomes unbearable when she groans around my dick from me caressing her. Arching into my palm when I sneak past the linen and rub the lace between her thighs. Eliciting another mewl of desire.

  I can’t hold back and explode in her mouth. Fucking shit. She takes it all. Pausing for only a breath before swallowing down my release with huge gulps while I thrust until I’m spent. An orgasm so powerful my knees almost fucking buckle when I pull out.

  Dainty fingers brush over her mouth, and she looks up to me. A hopeful smile lifting her cheeks.

  “Was that all right?”

  Fuck me. She has no idea how fucking incredible she is. I can’t even answer with words. I slide my hands under her arms and lift her up. Ecstatic when her legs automatically wrap around my waist. I crush my mouth to hers, ignoring the taste of my seed on her tongue that I normally can’t fucking stand. But I have to have her.

  Boxes and jars tumble to the floor, splashing olive oil onto my pant legs, as we crash into the shelving. Still unable to comprehend how much this beautiful woman can love me so much. Pinned against the wall, she lifts enough for me to grasp her waistband and push her bottoms down and off. As soon as she’s free from the fabric she coils around me again like a viper. Her dripping sex rubbing over my rock hard cock. "Do you want me to fuck you, angel?"

  “Please.”

  Her breathless whisper is the only approval I need, and I slide into her. Smooth and easy as silk with her sweet pussy healed from me breaking her before. I do all the fucking work this time. Slowly guiding her hips up and down my shaft, allowing her body to adjust to my size. Another sexy moan as I bring her forward, stretching her and grinding her clit against my torso for a new sensation she seems to love. If her mouth sucking on the crook of my neck is any indication. So good I don’t even give a damn if she leaves a mark.

  Once I’m seated as deep as I can go, I pound into her with all the restraint I can muster to avoid injuring her delicate frame. With focused determination, I thrust with only two goals in mind. Getting her off and getting her pregnant. “You’re going to be so fucking glorious with my baby in your belly.”

  She lifts from my shoulder, eyes heavy with lust, meeting mine. Her fingers weave through my hair, clutching the short strands. Keeping us locked together, breathing the same sweet air. “Because I’m yours.”

  Her pussy clenches around me from her conviction. Squeezing my cock tighter with her pulsing walls. “Fuck yes you are, and don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

  Bobbing erratically with agreement, her head rubs against mine. She floats on the edge, nowhere to go but higher. Fingernails digging into my scalp as her body spasms, desperate to break free.

  I growl in her ear. “Let go angel, and fly for me.”

  She cries out my name with her fucking magnificent release, and I hold her for all I’m worth when she falls against my chest, still vibrating from the power of her body succumbing to ecstasy. Until a giggle bounces over my hot skin.

  “You are a mess.”

  I follow her gaze to the splatters covering my legs and shoes. First time I’ve ever fucked with my pants still on or ruined a seven thousand dollar suit doing it. But worth every fucking penny to see her so fucking happy. “You going to make me clean?”

  “Oh! I’ve never had shower sex before!”

  Fuck. Me. This girl is going to be the death of me. My cock mirrors her enthusiasm, already ready for round three. “Then let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

  “But we should clean this up before Mrs. Benson‒”

  I cover her mouth with mine, stifling her good heartedness with a coaxing tongue. Much easier to deal with an irritated housekeeper than my angry dick, desperate and hungry to be dirty with her now. We’ll just have to be good later. Well, at least I know one of us will be.

  14

  Chapter Fourteen

  We drive through a sparse commercial area, which I guess constitutes the city’s downtown. Passing by metal sided warehouses, Dairy Queen and a small bank. A resale shop, decorated with a mannequin bride and her wedding party in the window, backs up to a liquor store. The only business with any customers is a gas station featuring a deal on pizza. Who the fuck buys pizza from a gas station?

  Living in a small town must be hell. But you'd never know it by the enormous smile glowing on her stunning face. Her soft, ivory hand squeezing my fingers. Happy to be home.

  Eli's almost as ecstatic, straining against the safety belt strapping him into his booster seat, to scan every inch of the view outside his window. Poor kid probably thinks a horse is just going to gallop right up next to the Escalade.

  Their enthusiasm must be rubbing off on me. I relax in my seat, loosening my grip on the wheel. It is nice to actually see the horizon and not be boxed in by sky scrapers and clueless dumb ass drivers. The closer we get to her house the more I feel like I'm in a different world. Trees intersperse with endless rows of billowing corn stalks lining each side of the narrow road. Eli squeals from a herd of cows bunched together around hay bales in a fenced field next to her driveway.

  Gravel crunches under the tires as we follow the winding path to a concrete pad big enough to hold four vehicles, plus a huge beige tractor that elicits an even bigger squeal from Eli. Pots, heavy with ferns, hang from the ceiling of the wrap-around porch, while red planters, bursting with white flowers, line the wooden steps. Coordinating with the American flag waving from a black iron post. A perfect country home.

  "Can we go horseback riding now?"

  Eli unbuckles his seat belt and shoves open the door, already sliding down the side of the leather cushion to hit the ground. Molly giggles from his desperate plea, but shakes her head. “Not yet. We’re going to the festival tonight, remember? But tomorrow, I promise.”

  “Okay.”

  His furious nod doesn’t mask his disappointment, but he still accepts her outstretched hand. While I slide mine onto her lower back. A quick stroke over her perky ass before she swats at me. Entwining our fingers when the white front door swings open. Almost as if presenting us as her new family. Which I could totally fucking get used to.

  A tall woman, her blond hair twisted in a bun on the back of her head, races down the stairs first, followed by an unsmiling man and a teenage girl with her high pony tail swinging as she leaps over the steps completely. The lady engulfs Molly, but ends up embracing all of us in the process. Which isn’t unwelcome. Too damn long since I’ve felt my own mother’s loving touch. Which I need to rectify as soon as we get back.

  “Oh honey, I’ve missed you so much.”

  “Me too, Mom.”

  Unable to return her hug while holding onto us, Molly tucks into her neck, a deep sigh leaving her petite body. We stand in this awkward position until Eli starts squirming. Little man much too antsy to stay still for long. Especially with his belly growling.

  The man I assume to be her father holds out his arms to her next, while Eli wanders over to me. His tiny hand tucks into mine, and I give his fingers a squeeze. He’s usually pretty outgoing, but I can’t blame him for being a little overwhelmed with the welcoming party of strangers.

  After a quick hug to the girl, Molly spins around. Her face flushed with joy as she entwines our hands again. Which doesn’t get past her father, frowning again from our display of affection.

  "Luciano, these are my parents, Junior and Belinda, and this is my little sister Caroline." She scoops up Eli to her hip, who quickly lays his head on her shoulder. Garnering another disapproving scowl from her Dad. Who’s already figured out the depth of his daughter’s immersion into our lives. Which will never fucking change. “And this is Luciano’s little brother, Eli.”<
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  Eli remains silent but manages a small wave. Of course this elicits enormous smiles from Belinda and Caroline as no one with ovaries is immune to his adorable face and wily charms. Belinda pats his shoulder, and then gestures for all of us to follow her inside the house.

  "Come in, come in. I've got snacks and drinks. I'm sure you're exhausted from your trip."

  "Mom, it was only a two hour drive.”

  They banter back and forth, easy going and familiar, when we traipse inside. While I wallow in fucking awkwardness with Junior’s resentment boiling under the surface. Which I’ve got to fucking overcome because I’ll be damned if anyone, including him, comes between me and Molly. His mortgage and other debts under my control fucking guarantee that.

  Which winds a thread of guilt in my chest. Damn. Molly’s goodness rubbing off on me more than I like to admit. Fuck. I need to get my shit together. I can’t fucking threaten my soon-to-be father-in-law. This requires finesse and patience to earn his approval. Belinda’s gaze flits toward mine, jerking me out of my contemplation.

  "You know we hope to remodel the kitchen soon, but… It's just with me not teaching anymore, we..." A nervous hand rubs over the short strands escaping from her bun, plastered to her neck in the humid air. "But someday, right Junior?"

  Guilt flickers in his eyes while he caresses her back. "Yeah, honey. Someday."

  Fuck yes. I hide my asshole smile. A perfect reminder of the power I hold over him. She doesn’t know about the loans to keep them afloat, and he has no fucking idea I own them now. Calming my anxiety because he’ll do anything to protect her as much as I will Molly. The two of us more alike than I realized.

  “Eli, do you like watermelon?”

  He nods and slides down Molly’s tanned leg, hopping into the chair closest to where Belinda has her cutting board sitting on the huge oak table. Slicing through the thick rind with a serrated knife almost as shiny as Eli’s dancing eyes. “Can I have a big piece?”