by Mj Fields
I shake my head ‘no’ and start walking faster.
If I didn’t have a damn skirt on, I would be running.
I am half a block down the road when Nikki catches up to me.
“Laney, talk to me.” She grabs my hand and stops me.
“I don’t even know where to begin and I don’t want to. God, I just want things to be easy. Today has been such a mind fuck. I want to go to sleep, I want to run, I want to sit up all night with you listening to how happy you are with Abe. I want to stay with Dominic again because, Nikki, he makes me feel so damn good.”
“Okay. Okay. So, we do it all. I mean, I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to push you away, but you were so damn stupid for going with James--”
“And I definitely don’t want to talk about that.”
“So, why didn’t you tell us about Heather and your father--”
“Or, that.”
“Then you just talk, just start talking and we keep walking.” She looks down at my feet, “Well, we walk for a while. Nice shoes, by the way.”
“You like them? I found them at a cute little shop in--” I look away from my shoes and up at her, and we both start to laugh.
“God, I missed you.” She hugs me.
“I missed you, too.”
We walk, and for the first time in years, I spill it all. I tell her about my family and how after Leah’s death, our family died too. I tell her about how I felt growing up, about my fathers’ infidelities, and about my mothers’ depression. I tell her what Heather had said to me, and how I believe I am pathetic.
“That bitch needs a throat punch,” Nikki hisses.
“We could kick her ass,” I laugh it off. “That would feel good, actually.”
“With the likes we’re hanging out with, I bet we could hire a guy. Benito, Dominic, Jovoni, Cyrus --”
“And Abe,” I laugh.
“And Abe.” She smiles and her eyes twinkle.
“You are head over heels in love with him.”
“I never thought I could love, or be loved like this. God, it’s crazy--”
“I see that.”
“You’re the one I ran to when things got crazy with Abe. Let me be the one to do that for you. Tell me what James did to you this time.”
“James? Nikki, what James did was exactly what I knew he would. JD, junior is a chip off the old block. His father is a pig. At least James seems to want a shot at a normal life, it just won’t be with me.” I realize I am rambling and laugh, “But that’s like so two days ago.”
“How can you be fine with someone hurting you?”
“I don’t know how to explain it. James is a puppy, the scratch he left healed overnight, a Band-Aid fixed that up nicely. But Dominic, well, he’s a beast and when he leaves a scratch, it’s going to take much more than a Band-Aid and that scares the hell out of me.”
“You’re in love with him?”
“I don’t know what it is with him and me. But I know when he hurts me, I will never be the same.”
“So, we end this now.”
“He won’t let me. I tried. And before you say anything, I don’t want him to go away. I want to see where this leads.”
“Even if--”
“Even if it shatters me.”
When we walk into Nikki and Abe’s place, I am in awe. I love that he has taken something empty and old, a brick warehouse, and made it his home.
“He thinks outside the box, huh?”
“Way outside the box,” she laughs.
She picks up the note on the counter. “They went to meet the Steel men for dinner. He said that he’d be back later.” She looks at me. “Let’s order in, fast food, the unhealthier the better. Abe hates it, so I don’t get to eat it often. Says if he wants to stay fit he has to be careful about what he eats.”
“Then can we get this red out of my hair, I’m ready to go back to my natural color.”
“Which is?” she laughs.
Admittedly, I like to change my hair color. I can’t help it. I can be whoever I want to be.
“Brown.”
“With a few highlights?” she asks, playing with my hair.
“As long as we can make it look natural.”
“We can’t, but my hairdresser can.”
“Nikki, I don’t--”
“I missed your birthday. I won’t take no for an answer.”
We sit and eat fried food until I feel like I am going to throw up, and then we eat ice cream. We talk about Nikki and the exclusive interviews she has done for the local NFL teams, and then we talk about her full time job at Steel. She tells me about her new friends and their children.
“When will you and Abe have kids?” I ask, as I wipe the ice cream off my lips.
“Not until Abe and I are married.” She smirks.
“When will that be?”
“Soon, I suppose. But for now, I am enjoying this part of our story.”
Nikki gives me a tour of her and Abe’s home. The guest suite, which used to be Abe’s master bedroom, is where I will be staying. Exhausted and needing a break from everything, I take a shower and get into bed, hoping to wake in the morning with a few less questions in my head.
I wake to hot breaths against my face. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know it is Dominic. I am so overwhelmed with emotion that I have to fight from crying, again.
Am I happy he is here? Yes, very happy. I am also scared that he may have boundary issues, and even more frightened that it is okay with me…for now anyway. What if I screw this up with my issues? I know he will be leaving soon. He hasn’t tried to hide that fact. I know that it will hurt, but I have suffered hurt before. Finally, after many years, I am allowing myself to open up to its possibilities again. It is wrong, and I know it. But he makes me feel, and God help me, I love the way he makes me feel. I decide to allow myself to fall back asleep.
I wake to sunlight and my legs being pulled apart; before I even have time to speak, I feel a tug and hear a rip. He has ripped my panties, then I feel his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, and then everything is wonderful, beautiful and pleasurable.
I gasp as he sucks and lifts my ass with his hands, bringing me to a different angle where his tongue dives deeper.
I am lost in a sea of ecstasy, drowning in need and fear—yet, running toward the igniting flames. The only thing I can do is reach under the sheet, and hold onto the black hair of the beast at fault for all the tormenting pleasures I am receiving. Praying that he won’t consume me completely, and scar me forever.
I am coming hard, when the sheet flies off of me, and his finger replaces his mouth. Oh God, two fingers. He is panting and his brown eyes are jet black when he kisses me with an urgency I have not felt before. His taste mixes with mine and he groans as our tongues dance. He finger fucks me harder and harder, forcing my orgasms to intertwine.
“You’re on the pill,” his voice is raw and throaty, as he pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty. “I’m disease free.” He rolls me to my side, as he rubs his cock against my drenched folds.
The metal of his pierced cock rubs over my clit and I cry out.
“Fuck!” he roars, as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip and rams his cock fully inside me.
The force of his penetration takes my breath away. He rolls me on my back and fucks me hard and fast. The pain is replaced by pleasure, and soon, I am meeting him thrust for thrust. I hold onto him and bury my mouth against his neck. He holds himself up by one hand, while his other squeezes my ass, pulling it tighter against him.
I feel his heavy balls slapping against my butt, and the sound of his grunts drives me insane. I am completely turned on and ready to come again.
The grunts, mixed with his words that I know are sexy, just by the tone, make my ears orgasm. ‘Caldo Gnocca,’… ‘Gustoso Gnocca,’… ‘il mio micio.’ Over and over. Thrust for thrust I hold on tighter, as he pounds harder and deeper.
He pulls us up into a sitting position. I hold his shoulders a
s he braces, his hands are behind him. He’s bouncing me up and down on his cock; his eyes taking me in, watching my tits, my face, every part of me. He fists his hand in my hair, pulling my mouth to his, and he tongue fucks my mouth as he fucks me.
Needing air, I pull back. He grips my hips, positions me so I am forced to let go of him and puts my hands behind me, to hold myself up. I watch as his nose flares, he bites his lip, and his black eyes focus on his cock driving into my pussy thrust after brilliant thrust, until I almost can’t hold myself up. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him. With a final thrust, he roars his orgasm into my neck.
He holds me as we both fight to catch our breath, kisses my cheek before laying me back and then gets up to use the bathroom.
I hear the shower start to run and I still haven’t moved. My God. After a minute the door opens, and Nikki looks toward the bathroom as she tiptoes in with towels in her hands.
“Morning,” I say, as I sit up, making sure I am covered.
She jumps and I laugh. “I heard, well, I thought--I forgot to put towels--”
“You heard?” I whisper.
Her face turns as red as I knew mine must be. “It’s really no big deal, the walls are thin and--”
“Did Abe hear?” my voice squeaks.
She doesn’t answer and then, “No.”
“Truth, Nikki.”
“He went to work out when you yelled--”
“Oh, my God!” I gasp.
“I think that’s exactly what--” She stops when the bathroom door opens.
“Laney, are there towels anywhere?” Dominic walks out buck naked and Nikki gasps. He looks over at her and starts walking toward her--naked. “Good morning, Nikki. I should apologize about yesterday.”
She shoves a towel at him. He dries his hair as he reaches his free hand toward her. She stands with her jaw dropped.
He tilts his head a bit when she doesn’t extend her hand, “Alright, well, I hope you will consider accepting, so we can move on from this.”
He turns and walks back into the bathroom and I start to laugh.
“Oh, my God. He was--”
“He was what?” Abe walks in the room, and I laugh as I pull the covers up more.
“Naked.”
Dominic walks out wrapped in a towel, “Hey, Abe.”
“Dom, do you own any fucking clothes?” Abe scolds him.
“Of course, I do.” He rolls his eyes as he walks to his black duffle and rifles through it. He drops the towel, puts on his boxers, and turns around. “Better?”
Abe is fuming, Nikki is looking at the floor and I can’t help but laugh.
Dominic looks over at me, still appearing to not understand what the problem is.
“While you stay at my place, can you cover that shit up?” Abe huffs.
I cover my mouth and Nikki looks at me. We both silently laugh.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, nudity offends you?” Dominic finally understands.
“No, but your dick does,” Abe snarls.
“Americans.” He shakes his head as he sits on the bed.
“Dom--” Abe starts.
“Abe, I’ve seen yours so I think --” I started to say, as Dominic cut me off.
“When did you see his?” Now, Dom looks annoyed.
“Long story,” I say.
“Very long story.” Nikki laughs, as she takes Abe’s hand, pulling him out of the room and shutting the door behind them.
“Whose is bigger?” Dominic’s brows knit together.
“Really?” I laugh.
She is in the shower and still has not answered my question. But right now, I understand why Abe may have a problem with me being nude in front of his woman. Hell, I had been to dozens of nude beaches in my lifetime. It wasn’t viewed as sexual…until now. I don’t like to sit here and wondering if she likes his cock better than mine.
I stand in the bathroom waiting impatiently for her to come out of the shower. If I wouldn’t have agreed to meet at Steel this morning, I sure as fuck wouldn’t be waiting out here, I’d be in the shower reminding her of why mine is better than his.
She steps out and covers herself.
“No, I like seeing you.” I grab the towel before she can.
“I like seeing you, too, but it’s cold out here.” She blushes.
“I will give it to you once you’ve answered my question.”
“Which is?”
“Whose cock is bigger?”
She laughs and grabs for the towel.
“Answer first.”
“To be fair, I had a glimpse of his, he was naked in a pool. And to be fair, he wasn’t hard. He didn’t even know we were there. You, however, know very well how perfect you are and make no attempt to hide it.”
“To be fair, that’s not an answer.”
She closes her eyes and smiles. “Good morning.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. You stayed the night.”
She reaches for the towel and I pull it away. “First answer, then towel.”
“You are a beast. Your size overall, is intimidating as hell.” She looks down and I am hard. “To be fair, I haven’t ever really seen yours soft, but if I close my eyes and try to remember the two seconds I saw his.”
“No, no, no. Don’t do that.” I stop and look at her, “Beast, huh?”
She bites her lip, looks down and nods. She swallows hard, leans in and kisses my chest, and then, starts kissing lower and lower. “You don’t have to do that.”
She is on her knees and has wrapped her hand around my cock. Slowly she starts pumping.
“I want to.” She kisses my head and then runs her tongue around it.
To be honest, I like a blow job just as much as any guy. I just don’t want her to give me one. Jules gives excellent head. I don’t want to think about her, I don’t want to compare techniques, I don’t want her to be on her knees stroking me and giving my cock kisses, while I think about another woman.
“Laney.” I stop when she looks up, waiting for me to finish my statement. “You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes smile and then close as she continues kissing me.
“I have a meeting,” I regretfully say, as I pull away.
“Oh, okay, sorry--”
I pull her up and kiss her to stop her from apologizing. When I pull away, “I’m more a giver.”
“I see.”
“I can give to you right now before I leave --”
“No.” She blushes.
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“Then tonight, when I come pick you up, and take you to my hotel I’m going to give it to you. All. Night. Long.”
“I’m staying here.”
“No, with me.” I kiss her head and turn to leave. “Five o’clock.”
“Wait--”
I walk out and keep walking. She will be mine while I am here.
***
“You’re working with who?” Jase’s jaw drops.
“Jules DeLuca. She and I have been watching Benito, for nearly a year now. He’s got his hands in some bad business. But he’s good. It will take a momentous effort to catch him. A plan is set in place.”
“And why the fuck are we just hearing about it?” Jase snaps.
“Easy bro.” Zandor tries to calm him down.
“Do you know whatever you do can have huge ramifications for all of us? And let me ask you this, how long have you been fucking her?”
“I don’t see why that’s any of your concern.” I unbutton my jacket and sit down. I look up as Abe walks out of the conference room bathroom.
“You damn well better not be,” Abe snaps.
“I’m right here, do I look like I’m fucking her?”
“Actively fucking her bro, different--”
“Zandor! This isn’t a goddamn joke! I have busted my ass to--”
I slam my fist on the table, “We! We have been busting our asses. This is not all about you or Steel Inc.
USA. We have dozens of businesses in Italy. That sick bastard is trying to destroy them. We work together, or you all shut the fuck up, and let me handle it!” I stand up and kick the chair back.
“I want goddamn facts, Dom! Not what the woman you’re banging is feeding you.”
“When you can keep your shit together and listen, we can chat. Italy matters just as much as this fucking place.” I slam the door behind me and I walk out.
I get on the elevator and loosen my tie. I am ready to blow.
“Wait up, man.” Zandor shoves his foot in the door and stops it from closing.
“I am not in the right frame of mind to deal with this right now.”
“Tough shit.” Zandor steps in the elevator.
“Excuse me?”
“Tough shit. You don’t come lay all this shit out on the table and walk man, what the fuck? You’re banging Benito’s wife, so we should buy what she says? Really, Dom, tell me you wouldn’t be a bit fucking worked up.”
“You four, and O’Donnell, have this. You built it from the ground up. It’s important to you, yes?”
“Hell, yes, it’s important.”
“More than Italy--”
“Not true.”
“Bullshit!”
“Watch yourself cousin, I’m not some bitch you can push around.”
“Cousin? Is that so? If we are family, then where is the trust you all rave about?”
The door opens and I walk out; Zandor stays beside me. When we get outside he puts his hand on my chest to stop me.
“Settle down and talk.”
I look around as employees and associates walk in and out of the building. “Not here, not now. If there is not trust, not ever.”
I get in the SUV and pull out.
I drive toward Abe’s place and park a half a block down the road. I want to walk in there and take her. I will feel a hell of a lot better, if I am buried inside her.
I watch as she and Nikki pull out of the driveway. I watch them as they drive by. She is smiling and laughing, and I am happy she is. They drive by without noticing me, which is probably a good thing.
I pick up my phone and decide to call Valentina. It goes to voicemail. I check out her Instagram account. I know more about her life from social media than I do from her own words.