Top Dog_A Mafia Romance

by Rye Hart

  “You know you want to sit down next to me,” I said. Nothing besides utter stillness, but I glimpsed the conflict waging war on his face. We were blurring the lines a bit. I could read that exact thought in his head. “I don’t bite,” I added softly as a smile played at the side of my mouth.

  “Right,” he mumbled and sat down, leaning back and clasping his hands over his chest. The delicious swell of his chest and stomach muscles pressed against his shirt and I had to stifle a sound of approval.

  “You said before that there was a personal reason you left the service. What was it?” I asked, half afraid to hear his answer in fear that he would tell me he had a lover back home. He lifted an eyebrow as if challenging me.

  I watched him with interest, pausing just long enough to let the bastard think I didn’t care. He tilted his head to the side, his lips pursed in a thin line.

  God, you’re so hot.

  “Well? Are you waiting for something?” I shot back, playfully.

  “My mom’s sick.” He didn’t bat an eye. “Cancer and she needed help. I was about as fucked as a guy could get thanks to the shit I’d seen over there, so it was a win-win.” He shrugged, never taking his steeling gaze off of me. The deep tone of his voice deep beautiful eyes had my heart racing. We were talking about his mother being sick, and all I could do was think about how he looked naked. I needed help.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” I softened my expression. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would want too much attention, but who knew. “Is she taking Chemo?”

  “Yeah, and radiation.” He moved to sit up, pressing his forearms against his thick thighs as his eyes moved across my face. “You need to be more careful while we’re here, Abi. You’re a beautiful girl-”

  “Woman.” I corrected him.

  “Exactly.” He licked at the side of his mouth subtly. Was he thinking of stripping me bare as well? The thought had my stomach tight, my palms sweaty.

  “I need to take care of something in my room. Let me know if you plan on going out anywhere.” he stood to walk toward his room, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

  He disappeared, and I sat up, trying to come up with any reason to bother him again. I sat there for a little while thinking about how hot Harley made me. He had a presence unlike any other guy I’d been around. My heart raced every time I saw him and I was constantly undressing him with my eyes. I needed to experience more of it, but I was afraid that once I got past his guard, I’d never be able to set myself free of him.

  I walked into my room to find Libby her watching TV. She mumbled something, but I ignored her, pacing the floor in the bathroom instead.

  “What could I… my charger!” I lit up like a Christmas tree. My charger was in his room from early that day. He needed one, and I lent it to him. It was now the perfect excuse to talk to Harley again.

  I walked back out to the patio and knocked softly on the glass door that lead to his room. Nothing.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled and pulled the door open, calling out quietly just in case he was on the phone or in the bathroom. “Harley? I just need to grab my charger.”

  Nothing.

  I moved into the room and the sound of the shower running caught my attention. Why would he be-? Oh. Oh.

  The door to the bathroom was cracked, and steam billowed out of the small room, which was a little depressing. I was hoping somewhere deep inside that he needed a cold shower due to the sexual tension between us. I felt it every time he came around, though I played ignorant in front of Libby.

  A deep groan filled up the room around me, and I moved toward the bathroom, pressing my shoulder to the door and getting a good view on him in the mirror. The steam was only a third down on the thick glass, giving me the perfect view of him soaking wet and straining against the pressure of his fingers wrapped around his cock.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled and started to move back. The shower curtains were see through and if he found me standing there… He won’t.

  Everything inside of me screamed for me to turn and run my happy ass back to my own room, but my feet wouldn’t budge. He moaned again, and my insides turned to liquid heat. Water ran in long rivets down his strong chest over his tight stomach and into a dark patch of hair that framed the thickest cock I’d ever seen. Not that I’d been exposed to any outside of my computer or Libby’s wild stories of sleeping with a million men, but fuck me… he was huge.

  Chills raced down my back as he cried out again and pumped his hips forward, pressing his swollen tip through the circle of his fingers and losing himself. Thick rivets of come squirted up the shower curtain and dripped down as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back.

  I had to go. Now. My pussy was contracting wildly alongside the vein on the side of my neck. Heat like I’d never experienced before threatened to consume me, and I walked back to the patio, closed the door and headed straight for our bathroom.

  “Hey. Do you want to-” Libby started, but I cut her off.

  “Not now. Just need a quick shower. My skin is itching.” I slammed the door behind me, turned on the water and stripped down. Soft mewling noises left me as I fumbled into the shower and pressed my back against the cold tiles.

  “Harley,” I whispered and slide my hand down my stomach, pressing my fingers past my wetness and driving them into my center. I closed my eyes and the world disappeared and all that was left was him. On his knees. Fucking me with strong fingers and a wicked tongue.

  I bit my tongue to hold back my scream as electricity exploded in the center of my stomach. I wanted him so bad it hurt, and I knew now that he must have felt the same way.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - HARLEY

  I woke the next morning with a headache like a mother fucker. All night long I’d been pacing the damn floor. After waking up just after midnight to the sound of gunshots, I had no choice. Madrid was a stupid choice for a trip, and everyone with half a bit of sense in their fucking head knew it. It wasn’t safe. Period.

  “You’re kidding me, right?” I sighed in annoyance at Libby’s question. She looked up at me in her own visible annoyance from where she nursed a cup of coffee next to Abigail on the patio.

  “No,” I said, shortly. “I’m not kidding. There are attacks going on. Neither one of you are allowed out of this hotel today until I hear clearance.”

  “What are we supposed to do then?” Libby asked. “This is ridiculous, Harley. It’s not a big deal out here.”

  “I’m being paid to protect you. Until I hear something, keep your ass in your hotel room. I’m not going to come rescue either one of you again if you go out without me knowing.”

  Libby rose from her patio chair with an irritated huff. “Whatever. I’ll just go take a nap while I wait for this trip to turn fun again.”

  “Libby—” Abigail started.

  “Come get me when he gets that stick out of his ass,” Libby told Abi, shooting me a dirty look before going back into her room. The doors slammed shut behind her.

  “I’m sorry,” Abigail said, setting her cup of coffee down. “She just thinks that you’re being paranoid about everything.”

  “Did she not hear the gunshots last night?” I asked, sharply.

  Abigail looked at me intently then. Hesitating for a moment, she reached forward to gently place a hand on my bouncing knee. “I heard them, but it’s fine. You’re here, and I know you wouldn’t let anything happen.”

  The touch of Abigail’s hand on my knee instantly drew me out of those dark memories of Iraq a few months ago. I inhaled deeply to calm my racing nerves while I looked down at Abigail’s fingers resting on my knee. Her hands were so small and petite that I could easily shatter them by just gripping them too hard. Still, they held so much strength and warmth to them.

  And I liked the feeling of her hands on my body a little too much. Heat flared beneath her palm and finger tips. I pulled my knee back subtly as possible and tried not to dwell on the disappointment of losing it.

  Abigail’s safety was my pr
iority and paycheck.

  If I dwelled on the tempting thought of taking her into my bed, I’d cave in and fuck her against the first solid structure I came to. The past week she had stuck to my side like glue instead of walking ahead of me as usual with Libby. There was constant little touches and brushes that were hard to ignore. I couldn’t reach out and grab her the way I wanted to, but taking her in my mind while I worked myself over the edge in the shower would work. It have to. That was as close as I was getting to her sweet center.

  Cold showers weren’t doing anything either. I ended up pleasuring myself in muffled silence just to ease the damn ache, but Abigail fueled it on. I could still see her in my mind’s eye, her chest pressed to the shower. I wanted to take her from behind, to slide past the slick curve of her ass and drive into her heat while I bit at the back of her shoulder and licked the long line of her neck. I could almost feel her squirming against me in the shower the night before, hear her moan as I tugged at the peaked nipple of one of her breasts. She’d come like a fountain, joining me before I put her on her knees to clean up the mess she made. Fuck. I was going to break my contract and take her before the trip was over. I wanted her too goddamn bad to deny myself. I was fucked.

  I had a creeping suspicion she knew what she was doing, but there were times I caught those innocent stares. It was hard to believe she was a virgin still.

  “Is it hard to fight?”

  I blinked back from those thoughts at the curious question. I looked up to find Abigail curled up in her chair with her cup of coffee in hand. The strands of her hair were silky and straight today while they fluttered in the hot breeze. A rich floral smell followed every time the wind picked up.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “You know,” she said, shrugging her petite shoulders, “could you teach me how to fight?”

  “Fight how?” I asked, perplexed by this conversation. Not once had Abigail ever expressed interest in learning how to fight. “As in self-defense with a gun, or—”

  Abigail’s face contorted in fear. “Oh, no. No guns for me. I’m too afraid to pick one up, let alone pull a trigger.”

  “A gun only does what it’s told to do,” I replied, sagely. “Then, what? To hit someone if they come at you?”

  “Yes, that. I might need a few lessons in that department.” She gave me a shy glance. “You were in the Special Forces, so I assume you know how to punch.”

  “I know how to kill people in one hit,” I said. “Not that you need to go that far, but I could teach you a few things. Self-defense type stuff.” I caught myself liking the idea of her wanting to know how to take care of herself. It caused my pulse to spike. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She stretched forward to set her mug of coffee on the table between us. Rising from the chair, Abigail stood in front of me dressed in a pair of tight under armor shorts and a tank top. It left little, but a whole lot to the imagination. Her bare feet scuffed the patio floor as she shifted nervously in front of me. “Okay, show me something.”

  I rose from my own chair warily. Something about this felt off, but it wouldn’t hurt to teach Abigail the proper way to hit a person if they grabbed at her. At least she had some self-defense in the future after we returned back to America.

  It only took once to show Abigail something before she memorized it. I admired her ability to move fluidly with athleticism and grace that I never once expected from her. Nor, did I expect the surprising strength behind her fists when she punched me in the palm as I instructed.

  “How do you get someone off if they come up from behind you?” Her question was innocent enough, but I realized quickly that I’d dug myself into a hole.

  “Press your back to my chest.” I reached for her and pulled her in close, her body tightly against mine. It was so fucking hard to breathe with her so near, her smell so clean and delicious. Her firm ass pressed against my cock in the most erotic way, and I had to take a step back as my body grew hard.

  “You’re flushed,” Abigail said as she turned, concern lacing her voice. “Should we stop, or—”

  Yes. “No. It’s just the heat. Don’t worry about it.” I smoothed a hand through my hair to regain control of myself.

  Abigail watched me curiously as I instructed her to come running at me. She did as she was told and surprisingly took me down after wrapping her body around mine in a way that I had a feeling she knew would disable me. Not because she was stronger, but because she sensed the electric charge in the air just as much as I did.

  I found myself pinned beneath her as she crouched above me with a mischievous grin that instantly set my blood to a boil. “Abi,” I whispered roughly.

  “Do you yield?” she asked with a cocky smile on her pretty face. The girl needed to be spanked, and I was more than willing to do it.

  “No,” I said, as strands of her hair tickled my face. “Abi, we should—”

  “We should what?” She cocked her head to the side. “I have a feeling you aren’t very comfortable on the ground beneath me.”

  “It’s not right,” I said.

  I went to sit up, but she pushed my forearms down above our heads. All logic and reason fell away as she straddled my hips, her soft center pressed to my erection. There was no hiding how badly I was turned on. She pressed down, and I groaned and closed my eyes, unable to help myself from lifting my hips to feel more of her against me.

  I gritted my teeth as desire swirled through me. Forcing my eyes open, I pinned her with a disapproving glare. “Abigail—”

  “What?” She asked, lowering herself to press her breasts to my chest. “Do you surrender?”

  “This isn’t fighting,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re trying to… to…”

  “To what?” Her voice was sultry and fuck if she didn’t sound like my kind of temptress. Believing she was a virgin, an innocent sweet girl as I lay beneath her, tense as fuck was a joke. She wanted more than I was willing to give her, or maybe I was making shit up. Maybe it was me that wanted it so bad. To take my time opening her up like a flower and teaching her the slowest and most erotic way to the peak of her pleasure point.

  Her fingers trailed down the inside of my arms softly. I curled my fingers into fists to keep myself from reaching out to touch her. The heat and weight of her sweet pussy pressed against me was enough to drive me crazy with lust. My body ached to discover how tight and wet she had to be.

  The tips of her nipples grazed against my chest, so beaded and hard. My mouth watered as she hovered above me, and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her loose tank top. If she didn’t get up fast then—

  Her eyes widened before she glanced down at my erection. The thin fabric of my shorts and her pants didn’t help the heat and friction when she shifted back slightly in surprise.

  I expected her to get up, to realize what sort of game she was trying to play. Except, she didn’t. The little freak rolled her hips, pressing against my dick in a way that had me groaning again. “Abi. Fuck.”

  “I wanna,” she whispered and glanced up at me. A determined glint filled her eyes just before her eyelashes fluttered and closed. The look of pleasure on her face as she pressed her hands into my chest and sat up, rolling her hips again and it was now too much.

  I opened my mouth to warn her, and distantly told myself to get her off, but she moaned, and I was lost to her.

  “Baby,” I groaned and reached up, sliding my fingers into her hair. I wasn’t going to pull her down and make love to her mouth, but to warn her again, but I couldn’t find the words.

  “Harley,” she whimpered and moved down toward me, her long hair framing her beautiful face. Up close, I could see freckles covering her cheekbones and nose. She stared down at me with hooded eyes before slowly leaning in to brush her lips hesitantly against my own. The softness of them, the taste of coffee and something unique… I couldn’t think or resist any longer.

  I gripped her face tightly and kissed her back, hard as I lifted my h
ips. If she wanted my cock… she was getting it.

  CHAPTER NINE - ABIGAIL

  The feel of Harley’s soft, but lips underneath mine sent tingling sensations throughout my body. He tasted of fresh air when he kissed me back before going still. I could feel every inch of his strong body pressed up against mine— not to mention the quickly growing hardness pressed against my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply at the sheer size and hardness of him.

  I expected Harley to push me away. I expected him to berate me on crossing a line by practically seducing him because I wanted to see if he returned the attraction. There were no doubts lingering in my mind now.

  I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose when I felt the strong muscles in Harley’s shoulders shift beneath my fingers. I made a move to pull back after a few seconds of Harley laying utterly motionless beneath me until a hand shot out to curl around the back of my neck. His lips were moving against mine fervently then. One hand found its way to rest on top of the bare skin of my thigh. A gasp escaped my lips when fingers slowly smoothed their way up to the rest on my hip.

  The tip of Harley’s tongue slipped through my lips to tangle with mine in a dominant dance. The taste of him overwhelmed me in every literal sense. He tasted so good that I couldn’t even think straight. I felt the tension leave him beneath me.

  The kiss quickly escalated with expert ease from Harley’s lips coaxing mine into a passionate dance that caused my stomach to flip. He kissed me long and hard with his other hand rubbing at my right hip sensually until I realized with a jolt that he was coaxing our hips into a slow grind.

  The thin fabric of my shorts didn’t help matters either. I could feel the sheer heat radiating off the hardness that strained against my core. A tingling sensation started in my lower stomach and liquid coated my sex.

  Harley’s strong arms circled me, tugging me closer to him. I buried my fingers into the short strands of his trimmed hair while our tongues fought for control. Then, in the next instant, I found myself on the hot patio floor with Harley leaning on his knees between my legs. My heart slammed hard into my rib cage as he leaned back over me, hips pressing against mine, and kissed me deeply.