Mob Justice

by Morgan Kelley

  Dimitri laughed.

  “I’m fine with hookers.”

  Poppy crossed her arms.

  “Yes, so, I’ve heard multiple times from you,” she stated. “MULTIPLE times.”

  He stared at her.

  “Wait, that didn’t sound right. That is NOT what I meant, babochka,” he admitted.

  The whole family found that funny. It wasn’t often that Dimitri was flustered.

  And now he was.

  “Everyone head home,” Emma stated. “We have an early day tomorrow. See you then. We can, hopefully, get this wrapped up.”

  Poppy headed toward the door with Dimitri following, carrying his laptop.

  Chris was laughing.

  “Hire a hooker. What could go wrong? Oh, I know…get a girlfriend at a later date,” he teased.

  “I’ll see you in the gym at five,” Dimitri stated.

  Chris laughed.

  Oh, he didn’t care.

  The look on Dimitri’s face…

  It was worth it.

  * * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *

  Dimitri’s Condo

  Once inside his place, Heath was on the couch watching TV and relaxing. Even little Sadie was out cold in her stroller. The man was damn good with kids.

  “How were they?” Dimitri asked.

  “The kiddos were good, even the baby. Now, they are asleep. We had ice cream, cake, and cookies. I made them brush their teeth.”

  Dimitri would fight that battle later.

  At least they were safe.

  Besides, Dimitri had other battles to fight. Poppy hadn’t said a word to him the entire way down in the elevator. The hooker comment had come out the wrong way, and he suspected she was NOT happy with him.

  Crap!

  “Thank you, Heath,” Dimitri said, waving to the man as he headed out. He looked totally silly pushing that tiny baby carriage, but who was he to judge?

  He was in love with a freaking cop.

  “Poppy…”

  “I’m going to get ready for bed. We work out at five, right?” she asked.

  “Babochka…”

  Instead of answering him, she headed down the hall and toward his room.

  Dimitri locked up, checked on the children, and then followed her. In their room, she was slipping out of her clothes. He joined her.

  Immediately, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it on.

  “Are you mad at me?” he asked.

  “Are you Dimitri my boss or the man I’m in a relationship with?” she asked.

  “Not the boss, so…”

  “No touching hookers. That’s totally not happening ever again, or we can’t be a couple. It’s cheating. Period.”

  He moved closer and touched her cheek. Why would he want to touch a hooker? He was blessed with an amazing woman in his bed.

  “Babochka, I’m sorry. It was a joke.”

  “Are you going to ever cheat on me?” she asked, feeling really inadequate. Compared to him, she was plain. Dimitri Gideon could get anyone.

  “Never. I swear on my family’s life. I don’t cheat. I wasn’t in a relationship, and I was trying to avoid one. I didn’t want an emotional attachment. I wanted nothing from the opposite sex but to get off.”

  “And now?”

  “I found the reason to live. It’s you.”

  Well, that helped. She still didn’t like that he’d been with hookers. It didn’t exactly make her happy, but that was BEFORE her, so how could she judge him? She’d had sex more than a few times too. Some of it, she wasn’t exactly proud of either.

  “I’m waiting.”

  It caught him off guard. What was she waiting for? Dimitri gave her an explanation. Was she waiting for an apology?

  “For?”

  “How’d I do tonight?” she asked.

  Well, at least they’d moved to a different, less-volatile topic. He might survive it yet.

  “I was scared shitless, but you kept your head, you did the job, and I’m proud of you. That’s me speaking, not your boss. I can tell you that he’d say exactly the same thing.”

  She was glad.

  That lifted about a million pounds of weight off her shoulders.

  “I know I said we’d play cops and bad guys, but I’m not in the mood.”

  His heart skipped.

  Well, that wasn’t good.

  “Oh, okay,” he said, fearing the worst.

  “Instead,” she said, “Let’s be Dimitri and Poppy. I was worried I was going to get caught. I just want to be with you. I want to feel safe.”

  He relaxed.

  “And is the hooker comment forgiven?”

  “Yes, but if I ever catch you with a hooker, Dimitri, you’ll break my heart and kill me. You’ll destroy me.”

  He pulled her into his arms.

  “My love, never.”

  When he kissed her, the fear melted away. As he carried her to bed, he vowed to make tonight memorable.

  “Time for a perk,” he said, as they tumbled onto the big, masculine bed.

  “I rocked this out. I get more than one perk,” she stated. “I think I deserve at least three or four.”

  He grinned.

  “I think I can handle that.”

  And he did—well into the night.

  * * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *

  Sky Villa

  Penthouse

  When Emma entered their bedroom, Greyson was already there. He didn’t wait for her to join him, which was odd but left her behind to lock up.

  When she got there, her husband was watching TV, again…odd. That’s when she saw what he was watching. On the screen was his wife, HER, and Chris, HER BEST FRIEND, and they were kissing.

  Oh, crap!

  Emma knew her husband.

  “I see that made the news,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. It felt heavy.

  He turned.

  Greyson said nothing, but his face said it all. He was NOT happy. That worried her. Normally, he didn’t get pissy about the Chris thing.

  He was definitely on the path to pissy. It was written all over his face.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, trying not to freak out.

  Instead of replying, he turned up the volume so she could hear what he’d been forced to listen to minutes ago.

  ‘It’s our speculation that the baby being carried by Emma Croft isn’t from her husband, but her lover, Christopher Ford.’

  She stared at him.

  Oh, Jesus.

  “Greyson, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what to say,” she said. “You know they say this a lot. It was Elvis’s baby, it was an alien baby…”

  He turned off the TV and headed into his closet to get changed.

  She was scared.

  With her husband, he’d tolerate a lot. This was more than anyone should have to swallow. Following him in, she found him hanging up his shirt.

  “Are you mad?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I am so sorry.”

  He exploded.

  “They’ve gone too far! They’ve crossed a line. That’s my son! I refuse to allow anyone to make a comment as to who his father is! That’s my fucking son!”

  She stepped back.

  He was pissed.

  “I tolerate a lot. I understand a lot. I will not have them discussing Mac. He’s mine. You’re mine. I will not let anyone spread rumors over who he belongs to. He is MINE!”

  Emma let him rage.

  She knew the best thing with Greyson was once he was done venting, he’d be fine.

  She hoped.

  “That’s my son!” he said, tears filling his eyes. “That’s my little one.”

  Emma saw the emotion, and this was NOT what she was expecting. He wasn’t pissed.

  He was hurt.

  Her poor husband.

  She knew it was only rumors, and they knew the truth, but when you faced it day after day, month after month, it wore on you.

  She felt
the same about all the ‘Greyson Croft is cheating’ rumors. They still hurt.

  “Oh, Greyson, he’s yours.”

  He dropped to his knees and placed his mouth by her stomach. “He’s my sweet son. I love you, Mac. I can’t wait to hold you. I won’t let anyone tell you that you’re the product of an affair.”

  Emma touched his cheek.

  “Why don’t you do an interview?”

  He stared at her.

  “What?”

  “We get tons of request for interviews every day. We can do one. Then you can tell them he’s yours. When we don’t speak, they wonder and make shit up, but if we both say he’s yours, they’ll stop. There’s no story there. We’ve cut down on anything they can gossip about.”

  He considered it.

  “He’s the only way to hurt me—other than you. This is all I have in life. I only have my wife and son.”

  Emma kissed him on the forehead.

  “He’s moving around,” she offered.

  “Is he?”

  He placed his hands on her small bump.

  “You can’t feel him yet, but I can. He feels like a big tank rolling around in there.”

  He lifted her shirt and touched her bare skin.

  “I love you,” he said.

  Then he sighed.

  “It’s just been a long day. I hate being a mob man at certain times, and today was a struggle.”

  She got it.

  Pulling him to his feet, she knew he needed her. It was time to heat up her husband.

  When he stood, she helped him with his jeans.

  “Emma, that is NOT my zipper.”

  She laughed as she stroked him through his jeans.

  “I know. I suddenly felt like I need to have my wicked way with my husband.”

  “How wicked?”

  She slid his hand into her pants and then her panties.

  She was wet.

  “Okay, you really want me,” he said, immediately going hard.

  “Oh, you have no idea, Mr. Croft. Watching you be all mob-bossy makes me crazy.”

  “Really?”

  He’d really thought she’d hate him behaving that way.

  “When people shake in fear, I tremble with need.”

  He lifted a brow.

  “Show me.”

  Emma could do that. She led him to their bed and stood before him. When she tugged his mouth to her, she devoured his.

  He fell into the mating of mouths.

  “Touch me,” she muttered.

  Oh, he could do that. Greyson let his hands wander. He stroked soft skin, and then he shoved her pants down and grabbed handfuls of his wife’s ass.

  She moaned.

  It turned him on.

  As she was pressed against him, Emma rubbed her body against his erection.

  Then her hands.

  He didn’t want her to stop.

  “Let me have control,” she said.

  Oh, he could do that.

  Tonight, he was going to let her be the boss in bed. He’d let her set the pace. Because of her injury, he simply wasn’t there yet, and his wife knew it too.

  Tonight, he’d play her sexy plaything.

  Willingly.

  He always had his way with Emma, and she deserved a little control too. She could have at it.

  Besides, he’d be crazy to protest it. His babe was about to rock his world.

  As her lips left his mouth and traveled to his throat, her fingers were busily wandering.

  He wanted to beg for more.

  He wanted her never to stop.

  When she bit him, Greyson moaned.

  Since he was shirtless, Emma ran her fingers through the spattering of chest hair.

  It gave her a thrill.

  “I love touching you,” she said, paying attention to his body. He’d been working out with Chris, and she wanted to play on this sexy playground for hours.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “More,” Greyson begged. “I want all.”

  Oh, he was going to get all she had to offer. He was going to get the works.

  Emma continued her trek down his body, stopping at the top of his jeans.

  “Is this the zipper?” she teased.

  He laughed.

  “Yes, and hurry. I need your attention.”

  She stroked him and then set him free from his pants. He was rock-hard and throbbing in her hand.

  “I want to make you shout my name,” she stated.

  Greyson was already nearly there.

  When she stroked him, he nearly went to his knees.

  “Yes, please,” he muttered as he tracked her fingers gliding up and down his dick. It was a lovely sight.

  Emma couldn’t wait.

  She blew him.

  Greyson stared at the ceiling as his wife gave him one hell of a blowjob.

  He moaned.

  Begged.

  And nearly succumbed.

  His wife was wicked.

  When he was close, he began to shake. It was so hard to control himself.

  Emma set his erection free.

  “More?” she asked, stroking him.

  His eyes were filled with need.

  “Do what you want, kitten. I’m ready for you. Make me beg.”

  That she could do.

  Emma shoved him backward, and he tumbled onto the bed. She was on him so fast, he didn’t have time to think. She was bottomless and straddling his hips.

  “Ready?”

  Yes, yes, he was.

  He couldn’t help it.

  Greyson was horny.

  Emma slid him home. It was when she stared down at him, as he throbbed in her body that, she surprised him.

  “Don’t cum, Greyson. I want one ride with you. One hot, sweaty, wild ride. Hold out for me.”

  He’d try, only it was hard. His wife was bouncing on his dick. That wasn’t something you could easily ignore.

  “Emma,” he muttered, “if you keep it up, I’m not going to make it,” he promised.

  She changed up the rhythm, and he was forced to adjust to it.

  The whole time, it felt amazing.

  The way his body met hers, slide for slide, it was going to rock both of their worlds.

  As always.

  As she rode her husband, he looked so damn sexy beneath her. His hands were clenched in their bedding, his eyes were closed, and she knew he was trying so hard.

  She switched it up again.

  When he began begging her to end it, she didn’t hold on. Instead, she let herself fall.

  He moaned.

  Emma didn’t move. Instead, she stayed still, letting him feel the wave after wave of orgasm.

  “Jesus! I’m so close.”

  Emma laughed.

  Then she got serious.

  “No matter what they say, Greyson Croft. You’re all I need in this world. Mac will know. He’ll know because you’re an amazing man.”

  He was the lucky one.

  So, he told her.

  “He’ll have you—like me, Emma. We are blessed. I wouldn’t want any other woman to be the mother of my child. Only you.”

  “I feel the same. You’re going to be the best father ever. I can tell.”

  His eyes opened.

  “Emma.”

  “Take your woman. Stake your claim. It’s your turn to cum, Greyson, and make it count.”

  His whole body came alive with her words.

  She was his.

  This was his wife.

  He growled.

  “Make me yours.”

  He let go of that fear of hurting her. He let go the worries that people would tell his son he wasn’t his.

  Instead, he focused on that moment.

  His wife.

  The lust and heat roared through him as he rolled to place Emma on the bottom. When she was pinned beneath him, he knew he was going to be wild.

  “I have to have you, Emma,” he admitted. “I have to take my wife. Tell me if I hu
rt you.”

  “I’m safe. I’m yours.”

  Greyson drove his body in and out of hers, enjoying the way his kitten purred.

  Yeah, he had this.

  She was his.

  As he found his way into the pleasure, he kept thinking about the day when he’d have to be really gentle. He thought about Emma when she was big, fat, and ripe with his child.

  It turned him on even more.

  He pictured her bouncing in his lap as he watched his child move beneath her skin.

  It was the sexiest thing ever.

  She was his.

  He knew nothing could stop that.

  “Oh, Greyson,” she whispered, as Emma felt the end coming. He had her wide open for him, and he was hitting that one delicious spot over and over again.

  She couldn’t stop the orgasm.

  “Cum with me,” she begged. She wanted that heat to rush through her as they both fell from the edge.

  Greyson felt her nails on his shoulders and watched the way her much fuller breasts bounced.

  It did him in.

  He exploded.

  Greyson, somehow, kept himself from landing on her, and he reveled in the way it felt to fill his wife.

  As they cuddled, him above her, he wanted to share that one secret wish.

  “I want more kids,” Greyson stated.

  “Huh?” she asked.

  “I want more kids.”

  “Maybe we should have this one first and make sure we don’t make some bossy, redheaded, mob boss junior.”

  He grinned.

  “I’m good with that outcome. I want more children, Emma. I need them.”

  She laughed.

  Of course he did.

  The caveman back in control.

  The storm was over.

  Here was her proof.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Thursday Morning

  I t was going to be a long freaking day, and they all knew it. With Dimitri not wanting Poppy anywhere near the cop they’d found in her mother’s file, it meant doubling down and finding a way to make it work.

  That meant handling some hookers.

  While Dimitri didn’t mind, he got why his best friend hated it. When you were in a relationship, it looked bad to be rolling into a whore house.