MOBSTER’S BABY_Esposito Family Mafia

by Nicole Fox

  “Listen,” he said. “I do things a little backwards sometimes it seems. You can’t fault me for liking tail and chasing it, okay?”

  I leaned up, nudging his head to me so I could tug on his lower lip.

  “Honestly,” I said. “I’d probably have done the same if I was ever given the chance. Just. Like. You know. Casual sex. Fucking whoever, no strings.”

  “You’ve never just gone to a bar looking for cock?” That seemed to surprise him.

  I laughed. “Tony, you’ve met my father. Do you honestly think I was given an opportunity? You were the first man that I—” I stopped there, embarrassed. Tony raised a brow, squeezed my hips a little, and rutted against me, urging me on.

  “The first man who ever …go on,” he said, not even bothering to hide his grin.

  I rolled my eyes. “You were the first guy that I’ve ever just, you know—didn’t meet through my father and fucked casually in an alley, no-strings. A one-night kind of deal,” I said.

  Tony grinned down at me.

  I nudged him. “What?”

  “So, basically, what you’re saying is that we’re each other’s firsts—in some capacity. Romantic.”

  I snorted. “Oh yeah, totally romantic.”

  We continued to dance after that. I let my fingers play through his hair, and he spent his time touching me in any way that he could. That fluttery, jittery feeling in my stomach was soon replaced with a content, happy feeling. This was nice. Exciting. Different.

  After a few sets, I was a little sweaty and needed to pee. I leaned up and kissed Tony.

  “Hey, I’ll be right back,” I said. “Gonna go to the bathroom.”

  He tugged me back before I could leave, stealing another kiss from me.

  “Don’t be too long.”

  “I’ll try not to.”

  I moved in and out of the other dancers on the floor, making my way back to the bathroom faster than I expected. When I got back, I would ask if we could take a break so I could get some water; I was feeling the thirst and didn’t want to burn out. I was having so much fun with Tony and didn’t want the night to end too abruptly.

  Which …surprised me. Usually on dates, I couldn’t wait to get away from them. I wanted to make them as short and sweet as possible. Even with men who I was compatible enough with that the sex was good, I tried to limit how much time was spent with them. I didn’t want this night to end—there was no pressure or fuss—just me and Tony having fun.

  I hadn’t realized how much I had been craving that until it was right in front of me.

  I did my business quickly and finished up, heading back out into the club. The song had changed into something even more upbeat and bass heavy. I bumped and swayed to the beat as I looked for Tony in the crowd when someone took hold of me.

  “Hey pretty thing.”

  I turned around, putting distance between myself and the man. He was good looking—but I wasn’t here with him.

  “Hey, sorry, I’m with someone,” I said politely as I turned around. He took my arm and pulled me back to him.

  “You don’t look like you’re with no one,” he said. “You look like you’re all alone, in fact. Let me keep you company, cutie.”

  He brought me closer to him, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath, like he’d brushed his teeth in whiskey. I frowned, putting my hands to his chest.

  “I said no. I’m with someone.” I was firm in my tone and looked the man in the eyes, letting him know that I wasn’t interested in the slightest and that he could damn well be on his way and leave me alone. He just continued to smile down at me though.

  “Aw, come on, don’t be that way. I wanna have some fun. It’s my birthday—”

  “Go have fun with someone who cares, then.” I wasn’t usually so rude with people in these situations, but this man was giving me little choice in the matter. I wasn’t in the mood for some stranger to put his hands on me.

  This didn’t seem to please the man. His grip got harder, and I gasped as he forced me against him and he started to dance.

  “Listen, babe, I don’t want to take no for an answer and since it’s my birthday, I think you should—”

  “Aye, is there a problem here?”

  I audibly let out a sigh of relief. Tony was back. I pushed the man away from me and rubbed my arms as I moved away and Tony got between the two of us.

  “Ah, dude, no problem. The girl and I were just dancing—”

  “Looks to me like she wasn’t much in the mood for dancing with you. Beat it.”

  The man looked between Tony and I, brow raised. He gave an ugly sneer.

  “Aw, come on. I just wanted a birthday dance. And she has such a sweet, little, tight body. Can you blame me—”

  Tony stepped towards the man. I thought that he might hit him. His fists were clenched at his sides, but he never raised them. He did, however, get in the man’s face. It was then that I realized that Tony was definitely a few inches taller than the man—and the man realized that, too.

  “I said,” he nearly growled out, “to back the fuck off. She doesn’t want to dance with you, got it?”

  The man stared Tony down, and then flicked his eyes to me. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw something flash in his eyes. He gave me another nasty glare and smirked at Tony.

  “Whatever. It’s not like the club isn’t full of a bunch of bitches, you know.”

  The man walked off. Tony watched him until he disappeared into the crowd. Good riddance.

  I sighed and shook my head. What the hell was that all about?

  “Sorry about that,” Tony said. “I should have been over here watching you or something.”

  I laughed, and Tony looked at me, confused.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You can’t watch me all the time, Tony. It’s fine. I promise. Nothing bad really happened, but gross dudes in the club are probably a thing. Though …” I slid close to him, falling into the beat of the music as I ground up against him again. “It was really, really hot watching you stand up for me like that.”

  # # #

  We stayed at the club for about an hour and a half, or maybe two hours. We had idle chatter between dances, but mostly we just enjoyed each other’s company. When I mentioned being hungry, Tony said we could go out and see what kind of street vendors and food trucks were outside. There was a huge selection—anything from street tacos to burgers to Mediterranean fare to pizza. I had never had vendor food, which was insane given that I lived in a big city, but my father had always considered the street food to be ‘below’ us.

  I decided to settle on Mediterranean, specifically a gyro place that smelled like utter heaven. Tony and I walked down the street with our gyros in hand, munching away happily and eating.

  “This is—oh my God—so good,” I moaned out. I was hardly proper in the way I ate, stuffing my face full. Tony laughed.

  “Damn, girl, you sure do pack away.”

  “In my defense, I am eating for two.”

  Tony gave a snort to that, looking down at my stomach as he did.

  “Ah, fair enough, fair enough. That baby is hungry, apparently, despite the fact it’s, what? The size of a sea monkey?”

  “Not even that yet. It’s tiny. Super tiny.”

  “Hmm.”

  I looked up to him. He seemed deep in thought. I nudged him.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  “Well. It’s kinda weird, you know? Like, we’re going to have a son or daughter? Have you thought about names?”

  Oh.

  I took another bite of my gyro. I had, if we were being perfectly honest.

  “When my father first sent me off, that’s how I would spend a good part of my day,” I said. “I had the television, but he cut me completely off of everything else. No computer, no phone—nothing. So I would sit and think and make up all these baby names, depending on if it was a boy or a girl …names that would go with either, just to make it easier.” I laughed. “You? Have
you thought of any?”

  “Honestly …nah,” he admitted sheepishly. “Everything’s been moving fast. Mostly I was trying to focus on getting you back, and then it’s been non-stop … shit.” He shrugged. “I mean, I also never really thought about being a father, either. I figured it wouldn’t come until—”

  “Later.”

  “Yeah.”

  We lapsed into a silence then. Still stuck on the idea of baby names, I looked up to Tony.

  “So, what do you think about Anthony?”

  He looked at me, confused. “Who’s Anthony?”

  I laughed. “No one, silly. I meant as a baby name. Come on. We can bounce ideas off each other. Isn’t that what parents do? We’re trying to do this thing right, aren’t we?”

  Tony tilted his head. “Oh. Huh. I suppose you’re right.” He pondered a bit. “Anthony is nice. Alexander?”

  “Hm … Holden?”

  “…Holden?”

  “It’s a nice, aristocratic name!” I defended.

  Tony laughed. “Ah, yes, our child, the aristocrat. Hm. What about Cliff?”

  “Sounds too casual. Donovan?”

  “I knew a Donovan once and hated him.”

  “Marco?”

  “Polo?”

  “Tony!”

  “That’s my name—”

  I shoved at him playfully. We went back and forth on this, calling out random names and switching between boy names and girl names and everything in between. We didn’t actually choose a set of names then, but it was still nice. It still felt like something normal, despite the fact that, up until this point, there hadn’t been a lot that was normal between the two of us.

  By the time it was time to go home, Tony and I had walked up and down the main road once, stopping by a couple more clubs to dance. My feet were aching when we got back to the car and I was grateful to be able to sit. I leaned my head back against the seat and dozed.

  “Evie… hey. Hey. We’re home.”

  I blinked my eyes awake, seeing that we were, in fact, back at the complex. I stretched before I got out and, I think to Tony’s surprise, wrapped myself around him as we walked up into the house.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tony

  She was nice and warm, tucked into my side as we walked into the house. The night had been fucking amazing—even if you included that minor incident with the fuck-face who had tried to get Evie to dance with him. I had my arms around her as I walked her inside. In all honesty, I expected her to tucker out and go to her room. We’d spent a lot of time moving around.

  What I didn’t expect was her pressing herself against me and kissing me when we got to my room. I was going to walk her to her own, but she seemed to have other plans, not that I was going to complain or going to make her stop, either. Our mouths moved against each other’s and my hands settled on her ass. I squeezed and pulled her closer to me, and she groaned.

  “You sound like you need something.”

  “You know exactly what I need, Tony.”

  I fiddled with the door, working it open one handed while I kept kissing her. We practically tumbled into my room. If I thought I was going to get the upper hand, I was dead-ass wrong. Evie pushed me to the bed before I could turn her onto it myself. I was curious, though. She was initiating. Taking. What was she about to do?

  I watched with hooded eyes as she straddled me and rocked her pretty, full hips down onto my crotch. I’d been about half-hard all night and rutted up against her. She smirked down at me.

  “I wanna show you how much I liked tonight, Tony. Let me take care of you?”

  I was pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around, but I was taken in by watching her hands smooth over her breasts, then squeeze as she gave a breathy, sexy, little moan. I put my hands on her hips and squeezed, moving her against my cock as she continued to touch herself. She took off her top and—fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were pert and pretty, and I wanted my mouth on them.

  I sat up, keeping her in my lap as I put my mouth on her tit, sucking her nipple between my lips. She gasped and moaned as I sucked, nibbling a little at the bud. She rocked hard against me and dragged her nails down the front of my shirt before she started going at the buttons, popping them off one by one. She shoved my shirt off to get at my chest. I groaned against her breast, going for the other nipple as her nails dug into my skin.

  “Ah …Tony.”

  I growled against her, loving the way that my name came out of her mouth. It was damn near perfect in every way, and there was nothing anyone could say that could convince me it wasn’t the best damn thing that I had ever heard.

  Her hands moved down while I played with her nipples, enjoying how hard they were and how soft her breasts were in comparison. She undid my pants and pulled my cock out to stroke it. H=Her hand barely wrapped around me, and I was already dripping for her. I wanted to be inside her, wanted her on me and grinding—but I was gonna let her take care of me, like she said she was going to. She stroked and pumped me until I was rocking in her hand and panting her name.

  “Fuck, Evie, right there. Right there, just like that. Such a good girl.”

  She squeezed and stroked, thumbing over my slit with her pretty, little hand. I felt my balls get tight and I knew that I was close, but I wasn’t ready to pop just yet, so I held out.

  Evie seemed to notice this, and she let go of me just as I was nibbling and biting a little harder on her breast. She let go of me and I groaned, wanting the feel of her back on me. She slunk to the floor before the bed and licked the head of my cock. My head went back.

  “Fucking hell, Evie, your mouth—”

  She giggled between my knees, then took the base of my cock in her hand so that it was easier for her to get a hold of me. She guided me into her mouth and started bobbing her pretty little head, moaning and slurping around me. My cock jumped in her mouth and I put my hand on her head, guiding her to take all of me until I was in her throat. She was so tight and wet, I couldn’t help but buck into her like I was fucking her. That’s how I liked getting head. Raw and hard.

  “Yeah. Fuck. Suck my cock, Evie.”

  Her nails dug into my thighs and she did just that, sucking me off like it was the only thing that she ever wanted to do, forever. She moaned and groaned, and I swear I heard her whine, too. Fuck, that was hot. Goddamn—

  “Ah, shit!”

  I jerked hard in her mouth, cumming down her throat. I kept her bobbing on my cock, though, so she could slurp all of me down and suck. It felt good and I stayed hard in her mouth, pulsing against the soft drag of her teeth on me and her tongue licking over my length. Eventually, she pulled off, flicking her tongue over the head of my cock. She eyed it, her head tilted. She ran her fingers over it as if she were marveling.

  “You’re still hard.”

  “That’s surprising to you?”

  She smirked up at me.

  “No. Just means that I don’t have to wait long for the next bit of what I want to do to you.”

  I raised my brow as she stood up. I watched her as she tugged my pants all the rest of the way down, taking my shoes with them. She nodded back, telling me to slide further up on the bed. I bit my lip as I did and she started sliding her pants down. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could see her glistening between her thighs already.

  I thought she was gonna hop on me right then, but she slid her hand low, slipping it between her lower lips. She moaned as she touched herself in front of me, and I watched. My cock ached, wishing it was inside her, but I was patient.

  “That feel good, huh?” I asked her. I took my cock in hand, stroking slowly, just to ease some of the tension.

  She nodded. I saw a finger slip inside her as her thumb pressed over her clit. Her thighs trembled.

  “You want to sit on my cock?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “Yeah.”

  “You wanna fuck yourself on me?”

  “Yeah … yeah that’s wh
at I want.”

  I curled a finger.

  “Come on. I wanna be inside you. Cum in you. I’ve wanted you all night.”

  Her fingers slipped from inside her and she walked over to me, crawling on the bed. I laid back as she situated herself over me. She took my cock in her hand and looked me in the eye as she slid her wet, little pussy lips over me. She was so hot—I arched, trying to slip inside, but she raised her hips out of my way.