Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 2 (Roman Crime Family) (4 page)

He stood in silence, refusing to respond.

“Well that’s not who I am, Nick. I’m not the girl standing in the shadows playing second to anyone, anymore. I’m the one that deserves to be standing out front. And before you ask no, you’ve never deliberately made me feel that way. But I’m not fucking first in your life, and we both know it. I knew that going into this. I thought I would be ok, but I’m not. I’m just not.”

Her voice was quiet. Broken. Raw.

“You made me feel safe. Loved. For the first time in my life. Now I have to walk away knowing I’m not going to find this feeling again.”

She collapsed down into a chair, allowing the tears to fall in earnest. Looking like a child. A frail, defeated child. He bent on his knees in front of her.

“Kid, if you want me to walk out of here I’ll do it. I won’t look back. You’re right. About everything you said. I won’t try to deny it. This is me and is always going to be me. But you have to say it. Jess, is that what you want? Do you want me out of your life?”

She looked into his dark eyes seeing his moisten as well.

Her anger started to dissipate. “No, of course not.”

He yanked her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“But honestly, Nick. What can we do at this point? I’m not happy being second anymore.”

She felt his heartbeat quicken against her chest. He actually seemed scared she was going to leave him.

“Jess, I need…” He paused, trying to control the emotion in his voice.

“You need what? Time? I’m sorry. I can’t give it to you.”

“I just…need…you.”

He yanked her up, bruising her lips with his. Sucking her moist little tongue into his mouth, teasing it with his own. Licking her lips slowly, then sucking her bottom one, tasting her sweetness.

Jess moaned throatily, deepening his kiss. Sliding her hand around his neck, using the other to stroke his cock through his pants. She worked the zipper, desperate to free him from its confines.

Always so fast and frantic with them. So furious and needy. Would it ever be any other way with them?

Nick rolled onto his back, maneuvering her so she sat on top of him. He hitched her dress up around her waist, finding her already slick with moisture as her hips straddled his. 

Her sweet, delectable pussy lips grazing the tip of his cock. Her vaginal walls pulled him in with one forceful tug. Surrounding him with a hot, slick, wet suction that didn’t let go.

He gripped her waist tightly as her pussy enveloped him, sinking deeper and deeper inside her fiery channels. Her cunt was like a vise, sliding with him in rhythm.

Together. As one.

No one was ever able to take his cock full on the way she did. He was never able to completely let go, fucking with the violence and force his body and soul desired and craved. Only with her. She was in every way his equal.

He rammed into her harder, faster. She met him stroke for stroke. Squeezing his big, thickly veined, cock for all she had with her vaginal muscles. Meeting his force with equivalent force of her own.

He’d never been with anyone who could take everything he had to give and still demand more from him. She was voracious in her need for him, sliding up and down with so much force he worried she was hurting herself.

“Easy, kid.”

He pulled her down, claiming her mouth once more as he rose up to fuck her. Feeling his pubic hair grind into the silkiness of her skin, tickling it. He felt his climax building, and knew it was going to be big. There was no way he could pull out now.

“
Fuck
.” Jess whimpered, biting down on his lip, spasming, exploding around his cock. Nick released his seed, deep inside of her, roaring against her mouth as he continued to jerk upwards into her. He could feel himself flow between her legs. Down her thighs.

He pulled her to him, rubbing her back. Allowing her a chance to catch her breath. Jess raised her head and looked at him. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. It has its appeal.”

“Uh huh. Right.”

Time to lie one more time. He would figure out how to get out of it later. Right now he couldn’t lose the one person in his life he loved, and who truly loved him back.

“I’ll tell Connie I’m leaving her.”

“Um. What did you say?”

“If it means not having you, not seeing your smile-” Jess cut him off.

“Oh no. Don’t do this because you feel like I’m pressuring you. If you leave I want it to be because you want to. Period.”

“I didn’t say you were pressuring me. No one fucking pressures me into doing anything, understand?” She nodded. “I haven’t been happy with her for a long time. But in my world, you don’t leave your wife for your mistress. It isn’t done.”

He sighed. “I’m so tired of being alone, kid. I have no one in my life I’m close to, except my nieces, my sister and my baby brother…and I don’t really have him anymore. I wonder if my friends are truly friends, or are they pretending because of who I am, and what I can give them. You said I make you feel safe and loved. Do you not understand you do that for me, too?”

He couldn’t believe he was opening up to her, that his lie was turning into truth. One he wasn’t ready to share, especially with her right now. 

She wanted to believe the words coming from his mouth, but couldn’t help but wonder what kind of fucking game he was playing now.

“So, what am I supposed to do Nick? Sit around and wait for you to leave your wife?”

“You are to stay exactly the same, ok? Your time will come. But I need to deal with all the fall out that’s about to happen”

Dangerous, potentially deadly, fallout.

“I want you and Eric to get out of town.” 

She stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Let me get this straight. You’re asking me to leave town with my boyfriend, not to change a damn thing including us having sex, so you can leave your wife?”

Saying it out loud sounded absolutely preposterous.

“You can use my house in Miami. I’ll take care of all expenses for you two.”

“Nick, I don’t know.”

“Trust me. Do as I ask. When you come back we will talk about our next moves.”

“Our next moves, huh? Yeah, ok, Nick. I’ll do it. With one eyebrow, heavily raised in suspicion.”

Nick sighed.

“I have no doubt.”

It didn’t take much convincing for Eric to go to Miami with her. His band was able to book some tour dates there, and he was thrilled to have her come along. 

When asked about how everything was being paid for, she told him she won a contest at the club. Eric never questioned her further. To be truthful, he never questioned her about anything. It was something she liked and hated.

For once, she’d like him to appear to care about something she said or did. Hell, she often wondered if Amy ran her mouth to him and he knew about her and Nick and just didn’t give a fuck. She knew that couldn’t possibly be true.

Eric could do whatever the fuck he wanted, but would see red if he even suspected Jess of the same bullshit. 

Arriving in Miami, they found a limo driver waiting to take them to Nick’s home. The limo was equipped with a full bar and fresh fruit. He really did pull out all the stops. As the car approached the house, Jess gasped in surprise. The house was absolutely gorgeous, everything she had ever wished for in a home. When they opened the doors and went inside, her awe continued.

The house was so very Nick. Classy, elegant, sexy.

Walls of windows overlooking the beach. Marble floors throughout. Furniture made from the finest leather. She took in the artwork, the Italian vases, strategically placed.

Jess couldn’t help but wonder if this home was anything like his house in Elizabeth. 

The one he shared with Connie.

Eric startled her out of her thoughts as he put down their bags.

“Want to find the bedroom?”

“Sure, why not.”

They went up a grand stair case, leading to a long hall. After going through seven rooms they found the master suite.

When she opened the door, they were welcomed by a large dark wood four poster bed with gray and slate blue bedding, made from the finest Italian cloth.

The room had a lounge area, a bar and a huge master bath attached. Looking at the bed a pang of jealousy went through her, wondering if Nick and Connie made love in it.

She walked to the French doors, opening them, finding they lead to a deck overlooking his private beach. The smell of salt filled the air. Gorgeous. Nothing short of gorgeous.

She felt Eric come up behind her, actually shivering at his touch. Covering as not to anger him, she feigned a chill from the breeze. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.

Her mind flashed to Nick and the last time they were together. She was playing a dangerous game, she reminded herself. She knew she was going to have to find way to forget about him or Eric would pick up something was going on.

But how could she forget him? His smell, his essence, was everywhere in this house, almost as if he marked his territory in advance. 

Eric moved the strap of her dress and she felt his lips on her shoulder. Better get this out of the way. Maybe he would leave her alone the rest of the night
.

Taking his hand, she led him toward one of the many couches on the balcony. Her lips found his as they laid down and she straddled him, unbuttoning his shirt. Her hand brushed against his cock and she could feel it growing inside of his jeans. Unzipping them she noticed he wasn’t wearing underwear. 

Nick rolled onto his back, maneuvering her so she sat on top of him, her sweet, delectable pussy lips grazing the tip of his cock….

She gasped out loud.

Holy shit.

Well, fuck.

That
needed to stop.

“You ok, baby?”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s just…”
C’mon girl.
“You’re a naughty, naughty boy.” 

“I thought you’d like that.”

Seeing his eyes turn dark with passion she moved off him, bending between his legs, taking his cock deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the shaft, licking around the veins. Feeling him grow in her mouth, as she ran her mouth to the tip, sucking and nibbling on the head.

He rammed into her, harder and harder, her meeting him stroke for stroke. Squeezing his big, thickly veined, cock, milking him for all he had with her vaginal muscles. Meeting his force with equivalent strength.

Jess blinked, feeling her vaginal walls start to contract and moisten. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to release her heavily pent up orgasm right here. Right now.

She doubted even Eric would buy that.

Concentrate. And sell this, dammit. Like the good little whore you are…

She scowled. Her conscience was such a judgmental bitch.

“Lie down, baby.” Eric’s voice was husky, his lips bending to kiss the top of her hair.

Following his command, she moved off of him, laying back on the couch. He knelt, and she felt a finger part her pussy lips, as his tongue plunged deep inside of her.

He licked upwards, finding her clit, taking it in his mouth, sucking, biting down. Causing her to scream out, in both pleasure and pain. He alternated between moving his tongue around her clit and biting on it, as intense pleasure built inside of her.

Her mind wandered, imagining Nick’s hands on her body, his cock deep inside her. She came hard, thrusting against his mouth as he captured every last drop of her honey. Moving up he kissed her so she could taste herself on his lips.

Eric sat, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him close. He adjusted, sliding his cock slowly into her pussy causing her to moan. He grabbed her, pulling her against him so their chests met. He penetrated her deep, and she found herself wanting more. Wanting only what Nick’s cock could bring.

“Eric,” she breathed, as he continued fucking her with long deep strokes.

“I love you, Jess. So fucking much.” 

She leaned her head forward until it pressed against his shoulders. Eric wrapped his arms tighter as he came, surging inside. She let go, climaxing with him like she never had before. Her mind a jumble of images, feelings and emotions. Entirely forbidden. Wrong.

Gloriously fantastic.

And wrong. Really wrong.

When they finished, she rolled off of him onto the couch. She was giggling in her euphoria, her laughter becoming infectious as they laughed together.

A strange and unfamiliar tenderness was happening between them. She found herself feeling guilty about Nick and to him for sharing such an intimate moment with Eric.  

He turned to her, the sun catching his hair as it gleamed golden honey in the light. She questioned again how any human could be that fucking beautiful.

“Ok to keep going?”

Eric brushed a strand of her sweat dampened hair away from her forehead.

“As long as it was like last time.”

He grinned at her as she straddled him once more, sliding down on him. Sighing contentedly, back in his rightful place. Thrusting upwards into her, as she pushed back. Their bodies meeting again in perfect unison. 

Eric’s hands trailed her sides, spanning the curve of her hips. Enjoying how they lead into her small waist. He continued moving upward, over a firm stomach to her pert, firm breasts. Moving further upwards, this time finding her face. He placed it into his hands, pausing for a moment before tugging her down to kiss him.

“I want you on top.” Her voice breathless against his lips. 

With one swift move, he rolled and she found herself underneath him. He drove into her with a power and force, causing her to cry out.

Jess wrapped her legs around his ass, as he lifted her lower body from the couch. His hips continuing to pump her hard and fast. It wasn’t long before loud moans and screams, breathless panting and cries, led to her finding release a second time. He followed shortly after.

Eric moved next to her on the couch, coaxing her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the waves. The heat of the sun warmed their bodies against the coolness of the air. Neither one of them spoke a word, eventually falling asleep in each other arms.

She awoke sometime later to find him wearing a pair of pajama pants, standing watching the sunset over the water. For once, he looked peaceful. Not angry, or resentful.

Her mind went back to the day they met, one year ago. She was twenty and had flown into New York for a modeling shoot. It was the first time she had ever been to the “Big City.”

Its passion entered her blood immediately, knowing had to move there. It was the only place she knew anyone and could plan her escape. Especially from her father. 

On her way to the shoot she passed Julliard. She remembered watching as ballet students hurried into the school for class. Knowing she would dance there someday.

The shoot took place down the street from the school. That was where she met back up with Allison, her friend from Kansas. Allie moved several months earlier and was the one who got her the gig. 

The entire shoot was a whirlwind and something she would not soon forget. Afterwards, Allie suggested they go hear an amazing band she knew. She knew Jess had a thing for rockers and there was this guy she just had to meet.

Still wearing the clothing from the shoot, they walked to the
Ritz
. She remembered a line down the block, wondering how in the hell they were going to get in the club. That’s when Allison took her hand, pushing through the crowd to the bouncer. 

“Two with the band. We’re on the list.”

The bouncer checked the list, opening the rope to let them in. The club was amazing. Nothing like she had ever seen back home. Allison grabbed her hand, leading her to the side of the stage, where a body guard was standing.

“Hey Mark!”

“Hey Allie. Go on back. The guys are getting ready.”

When they walked through the door, an intense nervousness came over Jess and she wasn’t sure why.

You’ve been backstage more times than you can count. Why is this so different?

She saw him then. Leaning against the wall.

He’s what made it different.

Her mind returned to the present. He became aware she was awake and joined her on the couch. They sat there, talking for hours. It had been a very long time since they talked about things other than drugs and music. It was nice.

Realizing it had been hours since they ate, Jess offered to go inside to make something. Finding her way to the kitchen and to the fridge, she discovered Nick made sure it was stocked with all her favorite things.

Reaching for a ziti platter, she heard the phone ring. Normally she wouldn’t answer, but he told her he would be the only one calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi, kid.”

“I didn’t expect to hear from you today. What a nice surprise.”

“I missed you. How do you like the house?”

‘It’s absolutely beautiful. I was about to fix us something to eat. Thank you for all the food and wine. How are things back home?”

“They’re…good. I’m supposed to go over to my fucking uncle’s house this evening. You know the one I don’t really get along with.”

“Why are you going over there, or is that something I shouldn’t ask?”

“His guard is busy, someone needs to be with him to make sure he doesn’t fuck up more shit. I swear the bastard has it out for me and wants to see me dead, I know it.”

“Oh, well. I’m not quite sure of what to say to that. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”

“Probably best.” She could tell he was frowning.

She decided to test the waters.

“How’s Connie?”

Dead silence.

“Still there?”

“I’m still here. She’s fine. I haven’t said anything to her yet if that’s what you were wondering.”

It was her turn to be silent.

“So, how’s Eric?”

“He’s good. Enjoying the beach and the house.”

“Uh huh. I bet. Is he enjoying you too?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Be careful what you wish for, love.”

“Right.”

“You asked, Nick. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

“That I did, kid. That I did.” He chuckled.

“I should get off here, head over to the bastard’s house.”

“Please be safe.”

“I’m always safe, kid. I love you.”

“I love you too, Nick.”

She hung up, looking thoughtful. What a complicated man.

After heating the food, she took it along with a bottle of wine out to the patio.

“Dinner is served.”

“Who was that on the phone, mami?”

“Oh, it was Nick. He was checking to make sure we liked the house and had everything we needed. He said to tell you hello.”

“That was nice of him.”

“Yeah. It was.” She tried to change the subject.

“So, what’s the plans tonight? You want to hit some clubs?”

“Actually, I’d like to stay in and spend time with you if that’s ok.”