Top Dog_A Mafia Romance

by Rye Hart

  I felt his hands parting me as I clung to him, grabbing onto his hair and bracing myself for what was to come.

  He sank to his knees in front of me and breathed over my clothed pussy as I sat there, my legs spread wide on the edge of his balcony. His hands grabbed my lower back, supporting me as my fingers curled into the tendrils of his hair. I ground into his face, no longer self-conscious about the sweat dripping down my back. His hot breath shook me. Chilled me to the bone despite the sweltering heat engulfing our bodies.

  His nose nuzzled my flimsy panties to the side and his tongue dove in. I bit back my moans, clinging to him as I teetered off the balcony. The synapses in my brain were firing rapidly and my inner voice was warring with itself. I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing, but I was afraid that if he continued, I’d fall for him all over again.

  Then his tongue teased my clit and all rational thought left my head. My legs were shaking, and my hips were rolling as he moaned into me. I was dripping for him. My body was buzzing with ecstasy. I raked my nails against his scalp as he held me with the strength of his hands.

  I swallowed every moan, every urge to say his name as stars shot behind my eyes.

  My body shook against his face as his lips wrapped around my clit. His tongue flicked at lightning speed as he pressed deeper into my body, drinking me down the way he used to all those years ago.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  My body burst, erupting in a pool of pleasure that seeped out onto his lips. My body fell limp and his face rose from between my thighs, and he caught me before I fell over the edge of his balcony.

  He carried my trembling body back into the house, not bothering to shut the door as we made our way to his bedroom.

  He laid me down onto his bed and ripped my panties from my body. I could hear the fabric tearing and it was music to my ears. He pulled his own clothes off, the stitches popping in my ears before he fell against me. My hands rushed around his body as his cock pulsed against my damp folds.

  I pressed my lips against his, tasting myself on him. Sweat covered our bodies, adding to the scent of the sex swirling around our heads. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him toward me.

  Then he pressed into me, inch by inch, filling me with an electricity that curled my toes and forced my nails into his back.

  Having him inside of me again, it was like he’d never left. His hips rolled against me and my heels pressed into his ass. He was hungry, devilish, greedy in the way he fucked me. My tits shook with every thrust and I could feel his hands gripping me tighter to gain leverage. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, gripping him tightly inside of me and urging him to fill me with his seed.

  “That’s it. Hold on, Brooke. I’ve got you.”

  My head fell back and my body arched into his. My hands fisted his hair, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. He sucked a patch of skin between his teeth and bit down, locking my body up as another orgasm crashed over me. My legs pulled taut and my breathing stopped. My eyes widened, and I could see the determined pleasure written all over Kevin’s face.

  But he wasn’t done with me.

  That much I knew.

  He slipped from between my legs and turned me over onto my stomach as his grip commanded my form. My hips rose into the air as his hands clamped down upon my hips, rendering me merciless to his touch. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks as a groan fell from his lips. My face was buried into a pillow and my hands were reaching for anything I could use as leverage.

  Anything to brace myself for the onslaught I knew was coming.

  He slammed his cock into me and I moaned desperately into the fabric beneath my lips. His hips connected with mine as skin slapping skin filled the room. His balls were smacking against my clit, driving me wild as my toes began to curl. Juices were pouring from my body and drenching his, wetting the bed underneath us.

  “Kevin. Yes. Holy shit… oh… right there. Harder. Harder, Kevin. Harder!”

  He grunted as he gripped as hard as he could onto my skin. I knew I’d be looking at bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care. His balls were slapping my clit and his cock was stroking that beautiful place within my body. I pushed into the bed and leaned back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as his cock began to swell within me. I was breathless. Speechless. My throat was gripped with an ecstasy I hadn’t felt in years. My toes began to curl so tightly my legs cramped and I could feel Kevin’s hips stuttering against mine.

  His body rocked against mine, burying himself inside me time and time again. I was wiggling and jolting as electricity took me over. I lost control of my body. I pressed myself up onto my hands and let my tits sway against the bed. I threw myself back into him as his arms wrapped around me, forcing me upright and against his chest.

  His sweat intermingled with mine as my hands flew to his hair. I pulled his lips into my neck and he began to nibble against my skin. His stubble was intoxicating, and his tongue was hot. I ground my ass back into him, feeling his cock throb against my walls. He was groaning into my skin. Sending goosebumps fluttering on top of my skin. His hands massaged my tits and ran down the sides of my body before his fingertips parted my pussy folds.

  And one stroke was all it took.

  I fell over the edge as my eyes screwed shut. I gripped so tightly onto his hair I thought I was going to pull it from his scalp. His cock slid into me one last time before he stilled against me, his chest panting and his hands roaming my body. He wrapped me up in his strong grasp and peppered my neck with kisses. I felt the spurts of hot cum drench my pussy before it slid down my legs and dripped onto the sheets of his bed.

  And everything was silent.

  Nothing except the swirling of our sex-stained air and the panting of our lungs could be heard.

  We collapsed to the bed, heaving for air and trembling against one another. I sank my face into his skin, drawing in the scent of his body. It had always been my favorite of his scents. Despite his expensive colognes and the flowers he would buy me to apologize, none of it compared to the vulnerability and salted sweetness of his skin after fucking me senseless.

  I took in as much of it as I could before he rolled off my body.

  I closed my eyes and saw a story beginning to unfold before my eyes. I saw a woman on an island with her hair blowing in the breeze. I saw a sheer wrap fluttering around her body. I saw her hair cascading in the wind.

  And off in the distance, I saw a man, with his eyes trained on her instead of the beauty of the rising sun.

  There it was.

  My story.

  “I can’t stay,” I said, breathlessly. “I have to go.”

  “I know. It would be confusing for the kids to see you waking up here.”

  “It would, yes.”

  “Has inspiration hit you yet?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Drinking and fucking. You said you used to do that in college to get rid of your writer’s block. Did it help?”

  I felt a pang of hurt rush through my chest. Was that all this was?

  “I have to go,” I said, refusing to admit to him that it had worked.

  Grabbing my things, I rushed out of the house. I ran back to the hut Morgan and I were sharing as his cum dripped down my leg. I tried to rid myself of the feeling, to forget it as tears brewed in my eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from an encounter like that, but again, I had gotten my hopes up that it was something more than it was.

  I let my guard down like Morgan told me not to, and now I was crying.

  Again.

  I didn’t stop running until I got to our hut. Of course, Morgan was nowhere to be found. Probably off with her little island boy drinking and having the grandest of times. I tossed my stuff onto my bed and walked into the bathroom, jumping in the shower to rid myself of the shame I felt for being so stupid.

  Despite the hurt, the inspiration was still there. Scenes were bleeding to the forefront of my mind and I couldn’t waste them because of a bro
ken heart. I dried off and threw on some clothes before I sat down at my desk and began to type away, my fingers flying at lightning speed.

  I wrote for three hours before my eyes could no longer focus, and I was pleased with the work I had gotten done.

  Crawling into bed, I slid underneath the covers and pulled them up to my chin as the lapping of the waves against the pilings under the hut lulled me to sleep. I closed my eyes and slipped deep into the darkness. Deep into a restful slumber so my body could recuperate.

  And there was Kevin. With his naked body and his strong arms and his dexterous tongue. Waiting for me to fall into him so he could fold me around any way he pleased.

  DCHAPTER 7

  KEVIN

  “What the hell are you doing calling me on your vacation?”

  “I need to talk with you, Owen. It’s serious,” I told my best friend and business partner.

  “What’s wrong? Has something happened to the kids?” he asked.

  “Gianni’s here. And he wants to talk business.”

  “Gianni Russo?” he asked. “The Italian guy?”

  “With the banking institution, yes.”

  “What the hell is he doing in Nassau?”

  “I don’t know, but he caught me and we had a meeting yesterday.”

  “What kind of meeting?” he asked.

  “A preliminary meeting where he wanted to see what we had to offer as well as the outline of one of our basic contracts.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? This is huge, Kevin. You have to get this done.”

  “But it’s during my kids’ spring break. I promised them no work.”

  “So stretch out their spring break. Find a babysitter, close this deal, and then push their vacation out a week. They get more time in the new Caribbean house, we get our foot into the banking world like we’ve been trying to for years, and everyone wins.”

  “I know, you’re right. I just hate disappointing them,” I said.

  “I know man, but they have everything they could want there and if you get this deal done, you’ll be able to delegate more and spend even more time with them,” Owen said.

  “Stay close to the phone in case I need you,” I said.

  “I’ll be on standby to fly to Nassau. Kevin, I’m your right-hand man.”

  “Yes, yes. I know. You’ll never let me forget that you’re the reason I’m a billionaire. Got it.”

  “All I’m saying is I’m on standby for shit like this. I even have a damn bag packed in my trunk for all sorts of weather conditions. If you can’t get the kids taken care of, you call me and I’m on the next flight out to handle the pitch.”

  “Thanks, Owen. I owe you.”

  “Nope. You made me rich. We’re even on that front.”

  I chuckled and shook my head as I heard my kids beginning to stir.

  “Gotta go. The little devils are up.”

  “Good luck,” Owen said.

  I hung up as my kids stumbled into the kitchen. They climbed up into their seats as I began to pull things out for breakfast. I scrambled eggs with cheese and poured some milk to perk them right up, then I could talk to them.

  Even if they weren’t disappointed in my working, I still didn’t have a babysitter. And I wasn’t going to put them in the hands of just anyone. I knew it would be weird territory, but I started wondering if Brooke would watch them again. I knew she was struggling to write and giving her more time on the island might prove fruitful in her venture. I trusted her with my kids and they really seemed to have taken a liking to her. She could find more inspiration and I would offer to pay her well. Maybe I could convince her to help me out if I pitched it as a mutual benefit.

  “Hey kids, could I talk to you about something?”

  “Okay,” Sydney said.

  “Sure,” Daniel said.

  “I know that Daddy promised that I wouldn’t do any work while we are on vacation, and I don’t like going back on my promises. But something has come up that would really help Daddy’s company and I need to do just a little bit of work while we’re here. Do you think you guys could help me?”

  “You need help?” Sydney asked.

  “We can help,” Daniel said.

  I shook my head as a grin spread across my face. My kids were simply amazing.

  “I’m on vacation with two very special people and I don’t want to ruin it. But if I turn down this person who wants to buy a lot of my stuff, I might not get another chance,” I said.

  “Do we have to go home?” Daniel asked, his lower lip starting to tremble.

  “That depends. If my two very special people don’t want me to work, then we go home at the end of the week. But, if it’s okay for Daddy to work some, then we won’t go home until the end of next week.”

  “We stay longer?” Sydney asked.

  “More water sliding?” Daniel asked.

  “And I might be able to convince Miss Brooke to come over and play more,” I said.

  “Yeah! Daddy, you can work,” Daniel said.

  “We wanna play with Miss Brooke,” Sydney agreed.

  I smiled as I kissed the tops of their hands.

  “Then I’ll call her and see what she’s up to,” I said.

  My heart felt so much lighter after talking with my kids. They were amazingly understanding for four-year-olds. I got up from the table so they could eat their eggs and I went into my bedroom. I picked up my phone and dialed Brooke’s number, hoping I wasn’t calling her too early.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello there,” I said with a grin.

  “Good morning.”

  “Did you sleep well last night?”

  “After writing, yes, I did. Very well.”

  “I’m glad you got some done. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  “Okay,” she sounded hesitant.

  “Can we go to the water park in Atlantis Resort?”

  Daniel and Sydney came running into my room with egg all over their faces.

  “Please?” Sydney asked.

  “There’s a water park on the island?” Brooke asked.

  “In one of the hotel resorts, there is. Atlantis is open to the public during certain hours. Apparently, the kids want to go,” I said.

  “Sounds like fun. You should take them.”

  “Would you and Morgan like to join us?” I asked.

  “Please, Miss Brooke?” Daniel asked.

  “Yeah! Pullleeeeeeeeeeeze!” Sydney asked.

  “Well, how could I say no to them?” Brooke asked.

  “Perfect. Want to meet us at the entrance in an hour?” I asked.

  “I’ll roll Morgan out of bed and we’ll meet you there.”

  I hung up and scooped my twins into my arms. I carried them both into their bedrooms and helped them get ready for the water park. I called a cab for us to get there and piled us all in, and the kids chattered excitedly the whole way to the park.

  When we pulled up out front, Brooke and Morgan were already waiting. Brooke avoided my gaze but opened her arms wide and smiled big for my kids. Something felt a little off, but I figured she just didn’t want to give anything away about what had happened between us the night before.

  Despite some early awkwardness, it ended up being a great day. We all went down water slides and ate overpriced food. Morgan and Brooke kept going down the massive pyramid water slide to try and convince the twins to go down it with them. I knew they would never tackle something that big. The smile on Brooke’s face throughout the day was priceless, and it filled my heart with so much joy to see her happy.

  This was the type of happiness a woman like her deserved.

  We had so much fun with the water slides and the rides that the reason I had invited her there in the first place completely fled my mind. But on top of that, I had no idea how to even bring the idea up. Asking her to babysit meant stretching out her vacation as well. I wasn’t sure she’d go for it, especially if it meant staying alone, or even with us, after Morgan went
home.

  “Daddy! Watch this!”

  I watched my daughter take Brooke’s hand as the two of them jumped into the water. Daniel jumped in after them, swimming underneath to try and get all the way to the bottom. I was poised, ready to jump in if they didn’t come up for air within the next couple of seconds.

  And just before I took off, Brooke emerged with Sydney wiping at her eyes.

  “I went down far! Did you see, Daddy?”

  “Yes I did, sweetheart,” I said, as I took long deep breaths trying to slow down my racing heart. “I saw it all right.”

  They did it over and over again, putting me on the edge of a damn heart attack every time they sank to the bottom. I had paid a lot of money in private swimming lessons beginning when they were only two. I knew that they knew how to swim fairly well for their ages, but the pool at the park was much bigger than any they’d ever been in. And filled with way more people.

  We stayed the entire day until the kids were practically falling over with exhaustion. I gathered everyone up and loaded us into the car, then I dropped the girls off back at the pier. I wanted Brooke to come back with us so we could sit down and talk, but I also didn’t want to ruin the day. The kids had a blast and I had fun watching Brooke play with them. The water slides were great and sharing lunch together had been full of laughter and good times.

  I didn’t want to ruin that with a conversation that could possibly go south.

  I waved the girls off then took my sleeping kids back to the house. I lugged them inside and came out to pay the cab driver, making sure to tip him well for his time. I watched the cab drive off as my toes dug into the sand, and I found myself looking over at the pier in the distance.

  I wondered if she was writing. If she was inspired by the events of the day. I hoped she was. I turned around and walked back inside as the snores of my children hit my ears.

  I’d bring it up to her soon. But for the moment, I wanted to snuggle on the couch with my kids and enjoy the sound of the ocean crashing against the shoreline outside.