Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series)

by Mallory Monroe

  “Leave you,” he said as he began to move inside of her, “and give up pussy like this?”

  He kissed her longer and began fucking her harder, with his dick pushing into her with so many deeper and deeper shoves that she felt on fire with his love.

  “Give this up?”

  They were both feeling the magnitude of his strokes. It was urgent now. He was doing her so hard that her little body was feeling the explosion every time he shoved into her.

  “Give you up?”

  He was asking this over and over as he fucked her; as he kissed her longer and harder.

  “Not a chance,” he finally added between kisses, when she allowed him the privilege to come back up for air.

  Not a chance.

  THIRTEEN

  Stanley Quebec, the general manager of the PaLargio Hotel, was sitting in his office signing off on a stack of claims forms when his door flew open. It was one of his assistants.

  “Oh, for crying out loud! What is it now?”

  “Sorry to disturb you again, sir, but Mr. Gabrini just arrived.”

  Stanley quickly stood and grabbed his suit coat from the back of his chair. “Which one?”

  “Both of them, sir.”

  “Geez,” Stanley uttered. “Nobody tells me anything. Yet they expect me to be there waiting for these folks. But nobody said a word.”

  Out front, the limo stopped in front of the entrance and Tommy and Sal were already stepping out, buttoning their suit coats. And as soon as they entered the lobby, the Concierge, surprised to see them, hurried over and asked if there was anything he could get for them. They were fine, and told him so, but that did not stop the entire available staff from coming over and also asking if there was anything they could do for them. The GM wasn’t there to meet and greet, and they all knew they had to compensate.

  Then Stanley stepped off the elevator and began hurrying toward them. And his assistant was right. It was both of them. Tommy, looking like his usual Mister Elegant in his charcoal gray Tom Ford suit, and Sal, in his double-breasted blue suit, looking like some unsavory mobster.

  “Mr. Gabrini, welcome!” Stanley uttered these words and extended his hand to Tommy while he was still a good distance away from the two brothers. “We are so glad to have you with us again!” He shook Tommy’s hand. “And Sal, hello to you too.”

  Sal didn’t bother to respond. It used to anger him the way these uppity aides always acted as if he was less than Tommy and Reno. It used to bother him mightily. But now that he had Gemma Jones in his life, he didn’t give a shit.

  Stanley waited for a greeting from Sal, but when none came he returned his attention to Tommy. “Planning to stay very long this trip, Mr. Gabrini?”

  Tommy, however, turned toward his baby brother. “What do you think, Sal?” Stanley may not have thought very highly of Sal, but Tommy did. “Think we’re going to stay in Vegas for a long time this trip?”

  “Who knows? We might, we might not. Why should he care? It’s none of his business.”

  That was exactly why Stanley had issues with Sal. He never played along. Not even with small talk. “I’m not attempting to get involved in your business,” Stanley pointed out. “I merely wanted to alert the staff so that they may be on their best behavior.”

  This made it worse in Sal’s eyes. “Oh, so if we were just your average Joes then they wouldn’t need to be on their best behavior? Is that what you’re telling us? They act right only for the uppity-mucks? Is that your style? I’ll bet you any amount of money that Reno won’t like that style. I’ll bet you any amount of money that if Reno finds out then that won’t be your style any longer.”

  Stanley’s heart pounded. Would he really say something to Reno? “Oh, no, sir,” he quickly backtracked. “You took me seriously, but please don’t. I was just joking, Mr. Gabrini.”

  Sal smiled. “Oh, so I’m Mister Gabrini now?”

  “I was joking,” Stanley said again. “Of course we’re on our very best behavior for all of our guests. For everyone. Please understand that.”

  They arrived at the private elevators. Stanley swiped his keycard and the doors slid open. “Just so we’re clear,” he said. “I was honestly attempting humor. We put our best foot forward for everybody.”

  “Sure you do, Clyde,” Sal said as he and Tommy stepped onto the elevator. “Sure you do.”

  When the doors slammed shut, Tommy looked at Sal and smiled. “Have you no shame?”

  Sal hunched his shoulders and laughed.

  When they entered the penthouse, Jimmy and Val stood from the sofa. Only Jimmy ran to his uncles, to Sal first and then to Tommy, and hugged them both.

  “Look at you,” Sal said with a grand smile. “All grown up and everything!”

  “How you doing, Uncle Sal?” Jimmy couldn’t stop smiling himself. It always felt as if he and his father were not alone, whenever his uncles showed up.

  “I’m doing great. Better than you.”

  Jimmy laughed. “I’m surprised you came here first. You usually head straight for Miss Jones’ house first.”

  “Miss Jones, for your information, is out of town, and you’re right. I would have been there.”

  “She’s out of town?”

  “Yup. She had to attend some lawyers’ convention in Minnesota.” Sal looked downright depressed about it.

  “So we have you all to ourselves?”

  “Don’t remind me,” Sal said, and Jimmy laughed.

  “Introduce us, James,” Tommy said, smiling at Val. “I assume this is your lady?”

  “Yes, sir,” Jimmy said as Val began to walk over to them. Jimmy’s relationship with his Uncle Sal was very informal and extremely affectionate, but his relationship with Tommy was a different matter. For some reason Tommy, like Reno, still intimidated him. “This is Valerie Wellstone.”

  Tommy extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Valerie.”

  Valerie was taken aback as she shook Tommy’s hand. Jimmy used to brag about his uncle, and how great looking he was, but not until now did she understand why he would single this man out. After all, Jimmy’s father and mother were great looking too, and Jimmy was adorable, so she didn’t understand what was so different about this man. Now, standing in front of Tommy, she knew exactly what. From his startling eyes that seem to be a combination of green and blue, to his perfect nose, eyebrows, and hair, to his lean, slender body and well-tailored suit, this man certainly stood above the rest. He could have any woman he wanted, she thought as they shook hands, and he probably did. “It’s nice to meet you too,” she said.

  “And this,” Jimmy said, turning her toward Sal, “is my Uncle Sal Luca.”

  Jimmy said this so affectionately that it made Val smile. “Hello, sir,” she said.

  Sal wiped his hand on his suit before he shook hers. “Hello to you too, young lady,” he said. “What happened to you?” He pointed at her black eye.

  “It’s not as bad as it looks,” she said with a smile.

  “The guys who snatched her did that to her,” Jimmy explained.

  “Motherfuckers,” Sal said. “They’ll get theirs. Don’t worry. But it’s nice to finally meet you, Valerie. Jimmy never brought you around when I was in town.”

  “That’s because you were never around for me to bring her around,” Jimmy said.

  Sal looked at him. “What the fuck did you just say?”

  They all laughed.

  “So,” Sal asked, looking around, “where’s moron?”

  Val looked surprised that he would call somebody such a name, but Jimmy and Tommy weren’t surprised at all. They smiled.

  “He’s in the back. I’ll go get him,” Jimmy added.

  “No, you won’t,” Sal stated. “You’ll stay right up here and entertain your beautiful lady. I’ll go get him.”

  And as Sal left, Val and Tommy took a seat on the sofa. Jimmy headed for the expansive bar.

  “What would you like to drink, Uncle Tommy?”

  “It’s early
,” Tommy replied, “but if you give me a gin and tonic anyway, I won’t be mad at you.”

  Jimmy smiled. “Yes, sir.”

  Tommy sat next to Val and crossed his legs. He smelled wonderful too, she thought, as she immediately felt intimidated. Tommy Gabrini oozed power and authority. But unlike Sal and Reno, who oozed it too, his seemed more understated. More sophisticated. As if he was old money and they were new. As if he was fine wine and they were beer. Then she had to catch herself. She was letting the man’s good looks cloud her judgment because she knew there was nothing unsophisticated about Reno Gabrini either.

  “You’re a realtor, if I’m not mistaken,” Tommy said to her.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You work for your father?”

  “Yes, sir. He owns Wellstone Realty here in town.”

  “Ah.”

  “You might have seen his billboards around town. Unfortunately.”

  “Unfortunately?” Tommy asked. “You don’t like them?”

  “I mean, they’re probably good for business, although the jury’s out on that still. But when I was in high school it was so embarrassing to me.” Tommy laughed. “We’d be riding along and there would be his mug. Or we’d be at the Mall and a city bus would pass by. ‘There’s your Daddy,’ some kids would say as his smiling face was right there on the bus.”

  “I see. He placed his ad on the bus.”

  “Yes, sir. It was so embarrassing.”

  “I would be lying if I said I sympathized with you,” Tommy admitted. “It’s been so long since I’ve been in high school and had to deal with that teenage angst that I couldn’t begin to know how you felt.”

  Val smiled and looked at him. And suddenly something seemed off about him. He was still sitting up here smiling and looking as if he was Mister Perfect personified, but suddenly he seemed too perfect, too well put together. As if he was inwardly falling apart. She didn’t understand why she felt that way, but she felt that way. “But thankfully I’m not in high school anymore,” she said to him. “Now that I’m safely out, and survived those hellish years, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

  Tommy laughed. “Good girl,” he said, and patted her thigh. A pat that surprised Val.

  It surprised Tommy too. They exchanged a glance, proving each other’s surprise, and then Tommy removed his hand. Although they also exchanged a smile, as if he was saying that no harm was intended and she was agreeing with him, he nonetheless stood up and walked over to the window, frowning at his own behavior.

  What the hell was wrong with him, he wondered. Yes, he’d been away from his wife for far too long and on too many occasions lately. In fact, he was just wrapping up a business trip when he got the call from Reno. He didn’t have time to stop back through Seattle. But that didn’t excuse his behavior. That didn’t excuse the fact that he took a look at that gorgeous girlfriend of Jimmy’s and now his dick was throbbing. He and Grace hadn’t been married that long and already they were having issues, which was bad enough, but this was ridiculous. Getting the hots over his nephew’s woman just because she was that beautiful black woman type he favored? He rubbed his forehead. That infamous libido of his was rising again, something he knew he had to control.

  As Tommy continued to look out of the window, questioning his own behavior, Sal was just coming out of the Nursery after peeping in on the kids, and was now walking around the corridors that led to Reno’s wing of the massive penthouse. There was silence corridor after corridor until Sal entered Reno’s wing. He immediately heard noise.

  It wasn’t until he got up to their closed bedroom door did he realize what the sound was. First he just heard the bedsprings whining, and then he heard the sound of sexual juices as Reno was undoubtedly putting it into Trina hard. He smiled, and started physically missing Gemma, but he headed back up front. There was a time when he would have interrupted them just for the hell of it. But not now. Because he’d want to kill the motherfucker who interrupted him and his lady.

  When he came back up front, Tommy turned around from the window. “Where’s Reno?”

  “In the back,” Sal said as he headed for a chair.

  “What’s he doing in the back?”

  “Fucking, what else?” Sal said this so nonchalantly that it caused Tommy to glance at Val. Just as he suspected, she was an innocent. She looked mortified that he would come out and say such a thing. Jimmy realized it too, as he walked over to Tommy and handed him a drink. He then went over to Val, and gave her a hug.

  In the master bedroom, Reno was in a loving mood too, as he lay between Trina’s thighs, her legs wide open, and he continued to lick her. Sal was wrong. He thought the noise was from Reno’s penetration, but he hadn’t even gotten there yet. The bedsprings were whining because of Trina’s constant arching and spasms every time Reno licked her. And the sound of sexual juices was Reno lapping up those juices. He was licking her for the longest time. He was breathing heavily as he licked her. It had been a rough night, and they had only marginally gotten some sleep, and this morning it felt as if they needed to release tension once again and release it quickly.

  Only this wasn’t going quickly at all. They were both enjoying it too much. Reno couldn’t stop licking her and opening her folds wider with his fingers, and then eating her as if he was consuming a wonderful meal. Reno loved her pussy, and devoured it often, but even Trina felt that this was different. He was emasculating it. He was sucking it so hard, licking and eating it so long, that she was having orgasm after orgasm.

  And he still wouldn’t let up. He continued to eat her. Reno was so addicted to her smell, to her taste, to her, that he wasn’t certain if he could ever force himself to stop. As soon as he thought about entering her, he would be ready to stop. But then she’d move her little body in just a certain way and he would want one more lick, one more suck, one more bite.

  It was Trina who finally interrupted his meal. She knew she had one more orgasm in her, but she wanted it to be through his dick. She therefore grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up to her. He, being Reno, began sucking her breasts as he made his way further up. Trina so loved the way he did her there that she found herself, once again, lost in his love. Her eyes went hooded again and her body began to spasm from the intensity of the feelings. And Reno remained at her breasts, sucking and kissing and squeezing them, for far longer than either had intended.

  Then he looked at her. It was time. It was astounding that he hadn’t come already. But it was time.

  He stared lovingly at her as she took his penis in her small hand, rubbed her hand along its now rock-hard ridges, and then guided it to her slit. He thought he was going to cum when she began rubbing it, but he held on. He allowed her to be his guide. But as soon as she positioned it, he pushed into a slit that was already so moist that it felt like silk to the touch for Reno’s dick. He groaned as that silkiness mixed with his pre-cum and intoxicated him. His eyes dilated with the pleasure of the feel. And he found the strength to push further in and further in until he was all in.

  “Oh, my darling Tree,” he said to his wife in a breathless voice as his dick began to stroke her pussy with long lasting strokes. He laid down on top of her, and wrapped her into his arms, as he stroked her. She wrapped her legs around his ass, and started rubbing her feet against his crack, as he stroked her. She could already hear his heartbeat, and could feel his sweat as his chest rubbed against her juicy breasts, and there was never a time when she felt more alive than when Reno stress-fucked her. It was the oddest thing. Every time with him was great. But these times, when Reno had had a rough night, seemed to bring out the animal in him and he could fuck her for hours.

  And it would have went on for hours more, but there were knocks at their bedroom door. It was Jimmy.

  “Pop, I hate to disturb you,” he said from the other side of the door, “but Uncle Tommy and Uncle Sal are here.”

  But Reno couldn’t stop. He was glad to know they had arrived, and he knew it was major for them to d
rop everything and come, but he couldn’t stop. He kept fucking his wife even as his son was waiting for an answer. He kept pushing his dick deeper inside of her, even as he knew it couldn’t last forever. But he couldn’t stop now, and he couldn’t speak.

  Trina knew it too. Reno was so into their lovemaking that only an explosion could have stopped him. “We’ll be there, Jimmy,” was all she could manage to say herself, as Reno kept thrusting into her with a dick that was determined to build itself up so full that when it broke through it was going to rush through.

  And it did break through. Just after Trina spoke. And both of them, Reno and Trina, let out a loud groan. They knew Jimmy had to have heard them, it was just that loud, but they couldn’t help it. It felt just that good.

  Jimmy, realizing that his uncles would just have to wait, went back up front. Tommy was seated now, on the second sofa that faced the sofa Val was seated on, and Sal was seated in the flanking chair. Jimmy took a seat beside his lady.

  “So where is he?” Sal asked. It had been nearly half an hour since he’d gone near that bedroom and heard the commotion.

  “He’s coming,” Jimmy said.

  “Yeah, he’s cumming all right,” Sal said with a smile. “Inside of Tree.”

  Jimmy and Tommy both glanced at Val. She was beginning to get used to Sal’s crudeness and managed to smile too.

  “We’re in polite company, Uncle,” Jimmy said, just the same.

  “What, I said something wrong? He’s banging his wife. So what? What’s the big deal? Ain’t no virgins here. You’re a virgin, young lady?”

  Val had to smile at such directness. “No, sir,” she said.

  “Then tell Jimmy because he’s acting like you never had none.”

  “Unc!” Jimmy said this with a smile of his own.

  “Don’t unc me! You’re almost as bad as Tommy with his old lady. Babying her. Pampering her. Reno don’t pamper Trina, and I don’t pamper Miss Jones, and I tell you they’re better women for it. They’re our kind of women. They aren’t so stunned when days like yesterday happens.”