by Ella Miles
My thumb flicks over her clit and her legs clench, quivering around my body.
“You were saying?” I snark, as I slide a finger into her wet slit.
“Umm…” she moans.
I slide another finger in and massage her clit faster. Teasing and taunting her, before I stop. She doesn’t get more unless she agrees to give me everything. I want her entire body. Now.
Her head whips to glare at me when I stop.
“Fucking bastard,” she says with a smile on her face and a thrill in her eyes.
I shrug like I completely agree I’m a bastard.
“Fine, you win.” She grabs the buckle on my pants and starts to undo them. I continue making her moan as her pussy drenches my fingers with her desire.
Neither of us gives a shit that this is a public garage. Our parking spots are in a secure area of the parking lot, but there are still video cameras. Other VIPs can still park near us. They could walk by at any time and see us. Not that I would let them see any part of Eden. She’s mine.
She jerks my pants down and expertly slips her body onto my rock hard cock in one motion. I glide in, finding my home inside her. I would never leave if I could. This is when I finally feel alive. Here buried inside of her. Without this, I’m nothing. Without her, I’m empty.
“God, Matteo. Why does it feel like it’s been too long every time we do this?” she moans as her hips start slowly rocking over me.
“Because it has.”
I bury my face in her breasts. Breathing in all of her sweet, sexy scents. The hint of spilled breast milk in her bra, the sharp scent of her perfume, and the sweet smell of her sweat rolling down her mounds. She’s my queen. I never knew the combination could be sexy, but damn I think she could roll around in the mud after running a marathon, dripping with sweat, and I would still find her sexy.
Her walls clench around me as she rocks slowly. Too slowly. She knows it too. It’s her revenge. Trying to taunt me and punish me for fucking her in the front seat of my Porsche like a horny teenager.
Too bad.
She wants this too; she just won’t admit it. Beds are great and all, but I’ll take her anywhere. Any chance I get.
I grab her hips, and I thrust. Hard.
She cries out as I stretch her tight cunt. Her nails dig into my shoulders while I pump in and out of her glorious body. I’ll fuck her again later when I can savor every inch of her body. But now, I’m just desperate to hear her moan my name.
I flood her body with feelings. I can see it in her eyes rolling back in her head. I can hear it in the sharp intake of breath as she tries to keep pace with me. I can feel it in the heat rippling from her body.
It matches my own. I never thought I’d be a one woman kind of man, but Eden Carini is now my life. I don’t see other women. Only her.
Eden pants harder as I hit all the spots in her body. I know every part of her. I know when to speed up and when to slow down. I know when to change the angle to hit the deepest part of her. I know when to be rough and when to be tender. I know Eden better than I know myself.
“Matteo,” she cries, her body wrenching forward and her orgasm spilling out. Her teeth sink into my shoulder as the intensity takes over her body. My orgasm rolls through me seconds later.
We both pant in unison. Unable to break apart after the intensity we feel after we fuck.
Slowly, she leans back and looks at me shaking her head like she can’t believe we just did that.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You know what. You are bad.”
I wink. “Would you prefer I be nice?”
She sighs and rolls off of me, situating herself in the passenger seat and starting to button her shirt. “No.”
I tuck myself back in and zip my pants up.
“Where are we going to have our next fuck?”
She scowls, but behind the scowl I see her eyes light up with the thought of round two. “Is sex all you think about?”
“No.”
She gives me a stern look.
“I think about you and our family. Which speaking of—”
“No more kids!” she says laughing. Although, we both know it’s not true. She said the same thing after the triplets were born. We both love sex. And we both love having a big family. The more love we can share, the better. We might be done having kids, and we might not. I’m not sure it will ever be off the table.
“Where to?” I ask more seriously, knowing she won’t let me fuck her again in this car. The faster we get going, the faster we get to have sex again.
“Oh! One second!” she hops out of the car and throws open the driver door of her red Ferrari, which is parked next to mine.
I wince when the door scrapes against my car. I want to scold her for hurting my baby. She has no respect for cars, but I want to enjoy the night more, so I keep my mouth shut.
Eden hops back into my car holding a grocery bag. I eye it suspiciously.
“What is that?”
“Part of the surprise.”
I smell lasagna in the bag. At least she picked up food from my favorite Italian restaurant. Although, it doesn’t matter because it will be cold by the time we get where we are going.
I take her hand in mine.
“Where to?” I ask for what feels like the millionth time.
“Just drive Matteo. I’ll tell you when to turn.”
I don’t ask questions. I’ve learned there is no point. Eden is the boss in almost every way. And I trust her to make the most important decisions. I prefer it that way. I take charge of the things that matter. Safety and fucking. Otherwise, I let her decide.
“Eden, why are we in the middle of a neighborhood? Please tell me we aren’t going to a baby shower, or a birthday party, or something?”
She ignores me completely.
“Okay, pull in this driveway.”
I groan. Whatever she has planned, I’m not sure I like it. If we are headed into a party, I’m going to kill her. I want her alone. Not surrounded by people.
She grabs the bag and bounds out of the car. I notice a Honda Odyssey mini-van parked in the driveway in front of us. A typical suburban car. What has she gotten us into now?
Eden pulls me toward the front door, practically galloping as we head to the front door. The door opens before we reach it and a woman in her early fifties steps out.
“So sorry we are late! We had to get the babysitter settled before we left,” Eden says, smoothing her skirt. Her skirt isn’t what she should be worried about though. Her hair is what gives away the real reason for our delay. Her hair says ‘just fucked.’
The woman smiles sweetly, glancing between us. “I completely understand,” she says winking at me. I wrap my arms around my wife’s waist, liking this woman a little more.
“Your timing is perfect, actually.” She slips something into Eden’s hand I don’t see and then whispers something into her ear before brushing past us and walking to her car.
So many questions race through my head. But Eden’s bubbly excitement brushes them away as she pulls me into the house.
The house is gorgeous. It was built a least a hundred years ago. It’s old brick exterior and hardwood floors aren’t built like this anymore. But it has been recently updated to make it more modern and homey. Eden lets go of my hand and spins around in the empty living room.
“Well, what do you think?” she asks, batting her eyelashes at me.
“You are sexy as hell.”
She wags her finger at me like I’m naughty. “I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about the house.”
I frown, not understanding. “The house? It’s beautiful. That fireplace is something else, and I love the big modern kitchen behind you.”
She wraps her arms around my waist. “I knew you would love it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Eden?”
She holds up a key. “This is our house!”
“What?”
She nods excitedly. “I know I shoul
d have asked you first before I bought it. But it has the exact number of rooms we need for each kid to have their own room. This living room and the kitchen are perfect. And it has a pool. It feels like your old home, but also new.”
I kiss her lips, loving her even more for reading my mind.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
I laugh. “I could never be mad at you. I fucking love this house! I thought I was going to have to beg you to leave that condo. I love the condo, but we need more space.”
She frowns. “I love the condo, too.”
I tilt her chin up. “Don’t worry; we will keep the condo too. It can be our fuck pad.” I wink.
“You are ridiculous, but I love you.” I see the heat in her eyes and know she loves the idea.
“Wait here!” she squeals as she races back out of the house. Most likely to retrieve our dinner.
I take a deep breath, taking in the scent of the house Eden bought for us. It reminds me of the house I grew up. Just smaller and with less darkness.
Eden saunters back into the living room holding up the bag of our dinner.
“Where are we going to eat? There isn’t any furniture.”
“On the floor,” Eden says, sitting down on the hardwood before she starts taking the styrofoam boxes out.
I sigh and sit down across from her.
“Don’t act all high and mighty. I know you have eaten plenty of dinners on the floor with the kids.”
She’s right. I have. I’m not sighing because I don’t want to eat on the floor. I’m sighing because I want to show my wife how happy she made me with her surprise. I want to take her on the hardwood floor, then on the kitchen counter, then in every room and surface of the house. But she’s so happy with her meal, I know I need to behave and let her feed us first.
She pulls a bottle of wine out, along with two plastic cups.
“Really?” I say, eyeing the cups.
She blushes. “I thought it would be fun to drink from plastic cups like we’re having a picnic or something.”
I snatch the bottle from her hand and pour what I know, without tasting, is going to be the most disgusting wine I’ve ever drunk. I hand her a glass.
“To our new house and my incredible wife for making it all happen,” I say.
She knocks her plastic cup against mine, and it doesn’t clink because, well, it’s plastic. She giggles like she is purposefully annoying me the best she can.
I lift the cup to my lips, but I can’t get more than a drop down before my lip curls up in disgust.
She starts laughing hysterically.
I glare. “Your taste in wine is horrible. It’s like you don’t pay attention at all when I try to teach you about wine.”
She keeps laughing at my turned up nose. I’ve changed a lot since I met Eden. Wine is not something I will ever change about. I know good wine, and this isn’t that.
She digs in the never-ending bag again and pulls out a second bottle and two wine glasses. She blushes as she holds them out to me.
“I stole these from the wine cellar. You picked out the bottle, so I know you will like it.”
I snatch the bottle and glasses from her hand. “Much better.”
I work to get the cork out, after finding a bottle opener at the bottom of her bag, next to a chocolate dessert. The first bottle she bought didn’t even have a cork; it was screw top.
Her phone buzzes and she snatches the phone out of her bag. She stares at the number, apparently not recognizing it.
“Let me just make sure it’s not the babysitter.”
I nod and start pouring the wine that tastes like real wine, instead of sour grape juice.
I don’t listen to Eden as she speaks on the phone. I’m too busy envisioning our new life in this house.
It’s not until her face goes white I realize something is wrong. The phone drops out of her hand and shatters on the floor.
“Eden?” I ask, moving to her side in less than a second.
She doesn’t answer.
“Eden? Who was on the phone?”
Nothing.
“Are the kids okay?”
She nods, and at least my heart is working again. But I know someone is in trouble. I’ve seen the look on her face before. Eden is strong and invincible. She doesn’t get scared easily.
“Who is it? Nina? Arlo? Gia? Caspian? Who?”
5
Gia
“We can’t do this,” I squeal, as Caspian kisses down my neck.
“Why not?” he says, kissing the tender spot.
I moan. I forget all the reasons.
We are on the job.
We are in the house of a well known criminal and psychopath.
We are risking our cover and ability to put away a dangerous family.
If we are caught, we are as good as dead.
Caspian pushes me backward, and shuts the door behind us, as we enter a dark space. A closet, I realize as my head hits clothes before pressing against a wall.
Caspian’s hand moves up my shirt, lifting it higher as he bends down and kisses my stomach. He unbuttons my pants and kisses over my panties.
“I don’t hear you arguing anymore,” he smiles against me.
I bite my lip to keep another loud moan from escaping.
“Because I don’t want you to stop.” This is still stupid. We could still get caught. And Rasmus is definitely not the kind of man who will go easy on us if he catches us fucking, instead of protecting him like we are supposed to be doing. But it doesn’t matter.
Our job is dangerous. Our lives are dangerous. But that is how we like it.
This…
Caspian tears my shirt off. This is for fun. This is what we wake up every morning for.
Each other.
We can never get enough. Ever.
Even though we live together and work together.
“Fuck,” I let out, letting the word roll off my tongue and bounce off the walls in the closet.
My nails claw at his head as my legs wrap around his body. His cock presses into me, needing to be inside me. And the familiar ache inside my core tells me the same thing. I will explode if Caspian doesn’t fuck me.
“Caspian,” I pant, needing him now.
I’m not patient. Not when it comes to him.
He pushes his pants down, freeing his cock to enter me. His lips close around my mouth as his hips thrust.
I stretch and moan as he fills me. The world disappears when I’m with Caspian. He is all I see, feel, or hear.
It’s only him.
Caspian’s eyes still as he looks at me, his body slowing as well to drag this moment out longer.
“I love you,” I whisper because I can never miss an opportunity to tell him those words.
He grins. “I know, baby.”
He thrusts again, picking up speed. “As I love you.”
Our bodies move in perfect synchrony as we fuck. Risking our lives for a moment of connection.
“Jesus, Caspian,” I growl as his body hits the spot deep inside that makes me orgasm.
I feel the warmth of his orgasm shoot through me. We both laugh as we slowly come down from the high.
A thud outside the door makes us both jump.
“Caspian!” Rasmus shouts.
Shit.
We both scramble to get dressed.
“What are we going to do?” I whisper, my eyes wide, and my heart pumping blood much too quickly through my veins.
Caspian kisses me, and I instantly relax.
“Go get him,” Caspian says, shoving me out of the closet by myself.
Rasmus stares at me with wide eyes. I’m flushed, and I’m sure I look like I’ve just been fucked. He angles his head to the side as he stares at the closet I just exited.
“What were you doing in the closet?”
I smile and walk up to him, letting my body brush against him as I speak. “Making sure to install security in every nook and cranny. I don’t want anything to go u
nnoticed.”
He smiles at me instantly, forgetting anything that might be wrong as he stares down at my cleavage beneath my black T-shirt. I hate using my body to get ahead in life. But around dangerous men like Rasmus, I know I’m doing the right thing. I need to use every advantage I have.
I steer him away so Caspian can sneak out of the closet.
I talk to Rasmus.
I flirt.
I pretend if he plays his cards right, I will cheat on Caspian with him.
He doesn’t know that I plan on killing him as soon as the opportunity arises. The only thing keeping him breathing right now is his knowledge of the whereabouts of his brother, who also abuses women.
“We are all set here,” Caspian says to Rasmus, saving me from having to talk to him any further.
Caspian eyes Rasmus’ hand, which has found its way around my waist. He hates the game we play as much as I do. But it’s for the best. This is how we rid the world of evil.
“Excellent. Gia was just showing me all the hard work you’ve put in. I have no doubt I’m safe with you watching over me.”
He gives me a tight squeeze, and I give him a fake smile in return. I hate him. I want to rip out his insides and watch them burn.
“We should get going. We have another job we need to get to,” Caspian says, putting his hand on my waist and pulling me to him. He doesn’t usually show his jealous side. But something has made him act out his feelings.
I don’t argue. I’d much rather be on Caspian’s arm than Rasmus’.
“I understand, although I hate to see you go,” Rasmus says.
“We’ll be back soon. We are just a phone call away if you need anything,” I say.
He nods.
Caspian leans down and kisses me softly on the cheek and then pulls me towards our car.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“I can’t stand the way these sleazeballs look at you or touch you. It makes me mad.”
“You have nothing to worry about. I’m yours.” I grab his neck and kiss him like he’s mine.
His eyes glow wickedly as I pull away.
“Now let’s go home so we can do something about that look in your eyes.”
He blushes. “Actually, I have a surprise for you.”