Brash Boss

by Roberts, A. S.

  ‘NICO!’ Bee calling my name filtered into my ears, along with the screams she was now letting go into the night air with every thrust of my cock inside her.

  As she started to pulse around me, my control snapped and recognising what we both needed, I picked up speed, fucking her hard as she rode the wave of her release and I chased my own. The walls of her pussy contracted around me as she unconsciously tried to encourage every last drop of my cum to enter her, and who the fuck was I to deny this woman anything. Now completely lost in my own orgasm, I allowed my balls to erupt inside of her, over and over again with every flex of my hips into her. In my head, I imagined my cum covering every part of her soft pink, velvet lined pussy.

  Just as the last of my release threatened, I pulled out my cock suddenly and taking it in my right hand, I pumped it hard. Groaning out loud, I watched the long strings of white as they left my body and coated the underneath of the beautiful globes of her breasts, effectively marking her as mine.

  ‘Angel…’

  I heard my voice shout out her name and then spent, I collapsed on top of her. Holding her hips in both of my hands, I rested my head down onto her stomach. There we stayed unmoving, with only the sound of our heavy breathing and the waves as they caressed the beach outside. I felt her begin to run her fingers through my hair and at her touch my body stirred and so did the voracious need I seemed to permanently have for this woman, my woman, mio angelo.

  My cock began to stir and my mouth formed into a smile.

  It was going to be a very long, pleasurable night and one that I was going to make certain she would feel for fucking days and remember for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Bee

  ‘Barbara.’ I heard Nonna calling out my name from the large vestibule.

  ‘I’m in my dark room, I’ll be out in a few minutes,’ I shouted back as I wiped my hands on the rag beside me.

  I hung up the last of the photographs I’d been developing, switched off the safelight and opened the blinds. Then I stood back to admire the pictures as they started to dry. Every picture I cast my eyes over had a memory attached to it and for someone who was still very much learning this new hobby, I was very proud of the skills that I had already acquired. This was an old-fashioned way of producing my pictures, but I loved the sense of purpose it gave me. So, for now, I saved some of my pictures on memory cards and others that I’d taken with the camera Nico had bought for me which used film, I developed in the dark room he’d had especially built for me.

  Strangely it was these ones that really hit home. Whether it was because I was creating something from start to finish, I didn’t know, but perhaps it was because the majority of them were of my husband and the dragonflies that seemed to frequent our pool in the early evening.

  I was in total awe of them both.

  I loved how naturally photogenic Nico was and how completely at ease my camera lens nearly always witnessed him. There, captured inside the photo I’d taken, was the man I knew my husband was deep down inside. The one that he hadn’t been allowed to be. The one I was discovering, at the very same time he unravelled me here on a small island in the Mediterranean Sea. I loved staring at the many pictures I’d taken of him. In some of them he was completely oblivious to me and in others he was staring so pointedly down the lens at me that my heartbeat quickened and my core tightened. It was crazy how he could make me feel just standing in this small room, looking at him on the flat pieces of paper.

  I ran my finger down the edge of one I’d developed a few days ago and traced the outline of his silhouette, smiling as I remembered coating his nose with some of our wedding cake. We had been married for nearly four months now and I had more happy memories with him than in the rest of my very sad life put together.

  I missed him.

  With everything I was, I missed him.

  He’d been back in Vegas for four days and although this was now the regular pattern we had in our lives, one week here and one in Vegas, I missed everything about him when he was gone. I missed the sound of his voice when his tone deepened as he called me his angel, the smell of his cologne, the way he looked at me and most of all the way he held me tightly, wrapped up in his arms all night. Missing him wasn’t something I’d even contemplated when I’d agreed to our arrangement, but I hadn’t known then how completely he would take over my life.

  For the first time in my life, I appeared to be a natural at not only one but two things, photography and marriage. With Nico’s help and direction, I was definitely moving forward in the right direction, making changes to leave my old life in Vegas behind.

  I looked back up at his face grinning down at me from the wall and smiled back at him. I knew he couldn’t see me, but what the hell. Then I quickly glanced at the various scenes of Crete that surrounded him on the walls. Some had been taken in the sunshine, some at sunrise and others at sunset. A few of them were of the historical places we’d seen with Trip and Kendall on our road-trip around the island.

  I loved them all.

  ‘Kendall is on the phone. Shall I tell her you’ll call her back?’ Nonna asked from the other side of the door.

  Talk of the devil herself. I grinned immediately looking forward to a girly chat.

  ‘I’m just coming,’ I replied and, unlocking the door, I opened it to find her standing there, talking into the phone she held in her hand.

  ‘She’s opened the door, Kendall…’ she smiled at me, ‘yes it was lovely talking to you and Brucey… I’m looking forward to seeing you all back here in a few days’ time… yes, yes I will… passing you over now, bye.’

  Nonna smiled at me as she passed me the phone and at the same time she pointed at my dark room, and with a mouthed “please” she asked me if she could go in to see the pictures I’d just developed.

  I took the phone from her and nodded at her as I moved out of the way to let her through.

  ‘Hi, Kendall.’

  ‘Bee, how are you?’ I heard in my ear.

  ‘I’m good, really good… I’m getting a little bit nervous about going back to Vegas, but I can’t wait to see Nico. So, with that and meeting up with Mrs. Davison, I’m sure it will all be worth it.’

  ‘It will, I’m sure of it… I think she’s right in encouraging you to go back there.’

  ‘You do?’ I questioned, as I nervously ran my finger around the wooden frame of the painting hanging next to where I stood.

  ‘Yes… absolutely. You said she was pleased with your progress and I think it’s right to push it a little bit further. Being married to Nic it’s not like you can never set foot in the place again, is it?’

  Isn’t it? In all honesty I would have been happy never to set foot off Crete again.

  ‘No, you’re right. Thanks for saying it as it is.’

  Although I was nervous, I truly appreciated having her honesty and friendship in my life, when for the years that followed my auntie’s death, I’d only had Pearl. Pearl had been wonderful, and I didn’t know how I would have survived without her. She was neither my mom nor my best friend, so she’d been able to give advice like a friend and tell me off like a parent. But, however strange our relationship, I knew that the wonderful pink-haired woman had kept me alive until I’d been given another chance at life. I missed her and Tiger, and I knew it would also be good to see them both.

  I had been truthful with Kendall about my addiction one night a few weeks ago, as we’d sat on the patio sharing a bottle of wine together. We had been talking about our childhoods. Surprising myself, without any hesitation I’d opened up and told her how my mom’s addiction to prescription pills had taken her life. She’d told me about how her mother had been an alcoholic for as far back as she could remember, then with a look of melancholy on her face she’d said how much she respected people who had an addiction and were willing to combat it. On cue I’d told her about myself and how Nico was helping me work through what had contributed towards my downward spiral into the gambl
ing I’d used as a crutch in the first place.

  She had nodded at me as I’d spoken, almost as though she was connecting the pieces of a jigsaw together inside of her head and I’d understood then that Trip was of course aware of the arrangement between Nico and myself.

  For a few short minutes, I’d felt violated that he’d told someone else about our arrangement. I let the thoughts swirl around in my head that someone else knew my business before I was ready to tell them myself. But then my anger started to subside as I realised that if I’d had a best friend at the time, I would have confided in them, too. Trip, Kendall and Nonna were constantly working in the background to make sure that Nico and I were happy together. With that reminder my anger finally disbursed, because I knew it was superfluous and would serve no purpose. The three of them were our biggest cheerleaders.

  Kendall’s voice broke through my thoughts.

  ‘Anyway, if you weren’t coming back to Vegas, who would I have to go on a shopping spree with?’

  My anxiety was immediately shelved as a smile stretched over my face at her words. ‘Are there no shops in Boca?’ I asked laughing.

  ‘Yes… but they’re not like the shops in Vegas… my husband has far too much money and as a dutiful wife I need to help him out with that situation.’ Her light laughter travelled across the miles in between us.

  I could almost see her face grinning as she winked at me.

  ‘Does Trip know what you have planned?’

  ‘Well, he’s far too busy working at the minute… and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, will it?’

  I was well aware that the situation between Nico and myself meant Trip was working far more hours than his “semi-retired” situation would have normally entailed.

  ‘I’m sorry he’s away so much from you and Bruce,’ I offered, and grimaced lightly. At the same time, Nonna leaving my dark room caught my eye. Holding her hand over her chest as she mouthed “wow” at the pictures she’d found inside.

  ‘Thank you,’ I whispered to Nonna.

  When she blew me a kiss, I grabbed at her fingers and briefly squeezed them before she walked away.

  ‘Hey, don’t you be sorry. For Nico, and now also for you, we’re happy to continue this arrangement for as long as necessary… and without it, Bee, what excuse would I manage to come up with to shop in Vegas?’

  ‘I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.’

  ‘That’s fine… I don’t need you to tell me. But what I do need you to tell me is that you’re all packed up and ready to go?’

  ‘I am.’ My heart accelerated at the thought of being able to touch Nico soon.

  ‘Trip should have landed at the airport now,’ she sighed into the phone.

  Of course, she knew his every movement. Nico and I were separated by thousands of miles and the time difference, but I always had an idea of what he was doing at any given time of the day. It made me feel more connected to him as she was to Trip.

  ‘Yes, he should,’ I agreed, after looking down the hall at the large grandfather clock and checking the time.

  My stomach turned over in excitement. My bag was already in the car and Raul, who Nico had promoted to my personal bodyguard, had already told me he was ready to drive to the airport as soon as I was.

  ‘I’ll see you both soon then… I’ll be the one in the plane with the handsome pilot,’ I teased.

  ‘Tell him we love him,’ she insisted.

  ‘I will… but I’m convinced you’ll be able to show him yourself later,’ I teased her just a little bit more.

  ‘You can be sure of it. See you soon.’ I could hear the smile in her voice

  ‘Ciao,’ I instinctively replied as I terminated the call.

  Then I sped down the stairs, amused at just how much living with Nico and his grandmother was beginning to affect me.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Nico

  This definitely wasn’t in my remit, standing waiting on the tarmac at arrivals.

  I knew it wasn’t in the same league as McCarran Airport, but today the airport where I housed my aircraft was typically the busiest I’d ever seen it. Even though Henderson was a private airport, the fact I’d arrived with my security team who were now stood around me suited and booted meant we’d been getting a lot of interest.

  A lot of very unwanted interest.

  Although no one came anywhere near us, I could feel their eyes. I was pleased I was wearing the Aviators that Trip had given me the day I’d married Bee. At least it meant my eyes, and the anger they were projecting at the many stares the four of us were receiving, were effectively filtered.

  Fuck, I should have stayed away. I could only imagine how we looked.

  Our expensive suits and stance screamed exactly what we were, mafia.

  I crossed my arms over my chest and probably creased the fabric of the ten-thousand-dollar suit as I did so and shook my head at myself. I was so desperate to see Bee there was no way, under any given circumstance, that I was prepared to stay away from the airport. I knew she was nervous about being back in Vegas as I’d been speaking to her via Facetime until she’d fallen asleep last night, like I did every night she wasn’t in my arms, and she’d shared how unnerved she felt by it.

  Because of that, I wanted to be the first thing she saw as she walked off the plane, down the steps and back onto Vegas soil. I wanted her to know I was here and that I was going to support her for as long as she needed me. Inside, if I was honest with myself, I seriously hoped that would be for a very long time.

  Suddenly, my private aircraft came into view as it began its descent to the runway. My heart started pounding in excitement and I cleared my throat loudly as I watched every movement Trip made with my precious cargo onboard. All too slowly the aircraft grew bigger against the background of the blue sky until finally its wheels were safely on the ground and I loudly exhaled the breath I hadn’t even realised I’d been holding. I watched the aircraft as it slowed and then turned towards its place on the apron. Trying to relax my taut shoulder muscles I uncrossed my arms, released the one button that was done up on my suit jacket and pushed my hands down deep into my pants pockets.

  The moment the door opened and the stairs were lowered to the tarmac, I had to physically force myself not to cross the short distance between us. As momentum tried to carry me forward, I rocked onto the balls of my feet and then immediately righted myself. There was no way in hell I could allow myself to walk over to the plane with the many eyes, and also probably phone cameras, focussed in my direction at this very minute.

  At last Bee peered around the door of the plane. The corners of my mouth twitched as my face began to break out its welcome to her and then my nostrils flared as I took in just how little clothing she was wearing. I ran my eyes up and down her to find a pair of white shorts that only just about covered up her backside, a cherry red, off-the-shoulder top and a large floppy hat which she was holding to her head with one hand as the wind that blew down the runway threatened to blow it away.

  I shouldn’t have come. The unease that rushed through me was overwhelming. I was completely out of my comfort zone, struggling between wanting to sweep her up into my arms to hold her to me one second and the next balling my hands into fists inside my pockets as the urge came over me to smack her ass at the amount of flesh she was exposing to the world.

  I swallowed hard, feeling my Adams apple move in my throat. Who the fuck are you kidding? You’re here because you couldn’t keep away if you tried.

  I watched with jealousy uncurling itself in my gut as the co-pilot offered her his hand to walk down the steps to the ground and I waited for her to find me with her beautiful eyes. Unable to wait any longer, I wrenched a hand from out of my pocket, and pulled my Aviators off my face, feeling them contract and spring in my fingers. Then trying to act naturally in a situation that was fucking alien to me, I calmly tucked them inside the top pocket of my suit jacket.

  At last her eyes found mine and, in that split
second, I couldn’t have cared if CNN had a hundred cameras pointed on us. I pulled my other hand out of my pocket and on instinct I held both of my arms out wide for her.

  Nothing could have prepared me for her reaction to what I was offering.

  Dropping her purse to the floor and no longer caring if her hat stayed on her head, she started running towards me, as fast as her red chucks would carry her. Knowing that I no longer had any control over my feelings when it came her, and also understanding that I would give anything to feel her in my arms, I gave in and started to walk forward to meet her.

  Just before our bodies collided, at the very last second, she put her hands on my shoulders and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips and then folding her arms around my neck. I clasped her to me and stood motionless, reeling inside at the way I now felt complete with her back in my arms. With one of my hands cradling the back of her head and the other on the bare skin I found high up on one of her thighs, I absorbed everything about her and committed the moment to memory. Fleetingly, I ran my index finger over the round swell of her ass at the tattered edge of her shorts. Knowing just how much others could see of my beautiful wife made my nostrils flare in anger and I retracted the finger fast, but my jealousy dispersed the second her hands found either side of my face and she caressed the stubble she knew I sported especially for her. As she felt the stubble under her fingertips, she smiled a brief knowing smile at me before pulling at either side of my face to demand that my mouth found hers.

  As our lips connected for the first time in days, I felt I could breathe easier and my whole body relaxed.

  ‘Bee,’ I whispered in the small fissure I’d created between us. Then I breathed in the smell of my wife as a sense of just how much she was beginning to mean to me travelled rapidly around my body.

  I knew at that moment how much I wanted the session with her therapist in Vegas to work, because I couldn’t play at this marriage anymore, I needed her by my side always.