For Luca (Chicago Syndicate Book 2) (10 page)

“Who is it?” I ask David when I join him, without taking my eyes off her.

“Fuck. I lost him, but no one approached her.”

Disgruntled, I instruct as I unbutton my suit jacket. “Find him. I’ll take care of Fallon tonight.”

A throbbing below ensues when I cross the distance between us and stand right behind her. Her long hair flows down to her lower back and her smooth legs are crossed. Stepping forward, I place both my hands on the bar, caging her in from behind, and lean down to the shell of her ear, without pressing my front to her back.

She turns her head, and I’m completely thrown off guard when a wide, genuine smile sweeps across her face. Fallon’s eyes twinkle, but her expression is somewhat bemused. Her bangs are gone, and I’m struggling not to trace the contours of her beautiful face. This is clearly not the distant welcome I was expecting.

“What are you doing here, Fallon?” I intentionally graze my teeth over her earlobe, and she eases back against me, so I instantly circle her waist and bury my nose in her hair. I close my eyes at the comforting sense of familiarity we’re both currently enjoying.

“Luca.” She arches into my touch and traces my unshaven jaw with trembling fingers. “I missed you.”

Her breath smells like rum. I quickly grab the seat to turn her around and hook my hand behind her head. Our eyes lock, but mine drop to her full lips that have parted slightly from my touch. “Are you drunk?” I smile, and my gaze wanders down to her cleavage. I’m unable to resist her pull, so my palm slides up her bare thigh while her perfume wafts around us.

“Yes.” She throws her arms around my neck, dragging us face-to-face. “I miss you so much, Luca. I…still want you.”

Those words give me more pleasure than I could ever imagine. Wondering whether the one you love misses you as much as you do her is a feeling that breaks a person down. Time apart hasn’t damaged our connection. And I don’t remember why I even came in here when all I’m focused on is tasting her. She scrapes her nails up into my hair, and I make my way between her spread thighs, wanting her to feel my growing excitement.

“How much have you missed me?” Oblivious to everyone around us, I kiss her neck and nuzzle the sweet-smelling mass of her hair, feeling her familiar warmth. Her back bows to meet my pelvis, and I get a raging hard-on.

“So much that I want you right now,” she whispers.

Finally our lips meet, and I crush her into me with my hands covering her ass. Tongues search in a frantic attempt to taste a love that was destroyed in those six days two months ago.

A tap on my shoulder interrupts us.

“Luca.”

Without releasing Fallon, I look over my shoulder at Adriano’s huge smirk.

“I see there’s serious trouble,” he comments sarcastically and cocks his head as Fallon rests hers against my thumping chest.

“Bathroom.” I jerk my head to the end of the bar.

“I’m not one to cock block.” Adriano parts the way, and I lift Fallon off the stool, grabbing her sweater while she clings to me. I clasp her to me tightly and then take her hand in mine.

She laughs and follows close behind, continuously pressing herself against me.

I want her now.

Adriano takes care of the waiting line in front of the ladies room. “Ladies, toilet is clogged. You can use the men’s.” He extends an arm to the men’s room and dazzles them with a lopsided grin; they happily oblige him.

When I open the door, it’s yanked back, and two women step out, leaving the space empty. After pushing Fallon inside, I shove her sweater, jacket, whatever it is into Adriano’s hands and close the door behind me. When I turn to her, she’s leaning against the black marble sink, looking at the bulge in my dress slacks.

In a low voice, I command, “Spread your legs.”

Eager to comply, she lifts her sweet ass onto the sink and spreads her legs wide, making her dress ride up to her hips.

“Move your panties to the side.” I unbuckle my belt and am about to blow as she, again, complies instantly while watching her own movement, nudging her black lace panties aside.

With two determined strides, I bury my head between her legs, and she fists my hair.

“Ah Luca…”

I lock my arms around her hips to hold her in place. Then I replace her hand with mine, holding her panties to the side while the other rakes down the soft skin of her stomach. I’m spurred on by her unyielding grasp in my hair as she grinds against my mouth, and I suck and lick relentlessly. I touch as much bare skin as possible under her dress and pinch her nipple to elicit her distinctive, enticing moan.

God, I missed you.

I was foolish to think that she was ever under my spell when I’m utterly dominated by hers. She’s so loud and close to exploding; I fucking love it and continue to devour her, circling my tongue. I look up at her tightly shut eyes, and it’s so sexy when her back arches while her hand flies to the mirror behind her as she rides out her climax, smothering me entirely, but I don’t give a shit.

I rise and unbutton my pants as I cup her head and pull her forward to press our lips together. “Kneel,” I order.

With my hand tangled in her hair, she lowers, tugging down my boxer briefs and instantly taking me into her mouth.

Oh fuck!

I press my palm against the sink to keep from falling forward as her warm mouth sucks me off, and her hair tickles my thighs. “Faster,” I urge and drive into her mouth.

She sucks and wraps her fingers around me while peeking up at me through her eyelashes with those light brown eyes that have beguiled me since that night we met so many months ago. Without warning, I coat the back of her throat. “Fuck!” I growl and slow my thrusting while she keeps sucking, and I’m tempted to stay in her mouth.

She swallows, and our heavy breathing is suddenly all I hear. My chest is heaving as I stare down my nose at her.

Shit! She’s drunk, and I fucked her mouth.

Fallon struggles up, almost slipping, so I curl a hand around her arm and help her. She kisses me hard on the lips before she starts adjusting her clothes.

After tucking my dress shirt back in, I speak to her quietly because I don’t want to set her off. “Adriano is taking you home.”

“No…” she whines.

This is exactly what I’m not in the mood for. She’s drunk and wants to dance and flirt, but no one is going to dance
or
flirt with her, and she needs to go home in order for us to figure out who was stalking her.

“Yes.” I pull Fallon’s body flush against mine, and her playful side is still calling the shots because her swollen lips curve up. “He’ll take you home when you’re done. He’s right outside with your sweater. Are your keys in there?” I trace my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Pocket.” She turns around to untangle her hair, facing the mirror and letting the strands flow through her fingers while staring at her hand.

Momentarily, I frown, but a knock reminds me to hurry up.

Adriano is guarding the door in the exact same spot with that same smirk on his face. “She’s loud.”

“Take her home. I’m going to follow you guys to her house from a distance to check to see if you have a tail.”

He holds up her sweater. “Is she ready?”

“Yeah.” I circle my pointer finger once. “I’m doing one round through this place.”

Pacing back to the bar, I take one quick walk around to ensure David completely scoped it out. I do recognize several associates, but they’re harmless. I scan the entire place and my gaze freezes on Fallon on the dance floor. Looking past her, I see Adriano marching toward her, and I also head that way.

I hold up my palm to stop Adriano as I approach Fallon and pull her back to my front to cease her movement. “I told you to go home.”

She pushes her ass into my groin, and I automatically skim my hands down her hips. I can’t keep my hands to myself when she’s this eager, but I’m also coldly reminded of why we don’t work; because she never listens, so I fist her hair and bend down to her ear. “I have no problem taking out my piece and killing someone here for eye-fucking you. Go. Home.”

“Oh Luca, lighten up. I want to dance with you. Like this, forever,” she slurs.

Her body is swaying, wildly energetic, and I force her to stop. This doesn’t sound like Fallon. She’s clenching her jaw and mumbling something. I pull back and cup her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. Her pupils have dilated, making her eyes black as night, and I release her chin when I see she’s gritting her teeth.

“What the fuck did you take?” I demand, practically shouting in her ear.

She doesn’t answer but is very alert.

I look up to Adriano. “She’s on something!”

She’s fucking high on ecstasy.

His eyes round in shock, and he takes her by her shoulders to help me calm her dancing body.

“Fallon, look at me.” He studies her and recognizes the same symptoms I’m seeing. “She’s high on X.” Stepping back, he adds, “Did you give her something?”

“Hi,” she says in a sugar sweet tone to Adriano.

“No! Quando?”
No! When? “The five minutes in the bathroom isn’t long enough for it to work its way through her system.”

“She took it herself?” he questions incredulously. “You didn’t notice in the bathroom that she was high?”

“Either she took it, or someone spiked her drink. I was kind of distracted in the bathroom,” I defend. “Get your car; I’m leaving mine, and we’re taking her home now.”

“No!” She turns her head to face me. “I just wanna dance. I don’t wanna go home.”

“But we’ll have fun,” I whisper in her ear as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and suck on her earlobe to try to make her as compliant as she was five minutes ago.

She softens immediately in my embrace. “Mmm…”

“Come on.” I entwine our fingers, and we escape that place, getting into the backseat of Adriano’s BMW.

I catch Adriano’s amused expression in the rearview mirror as I’m persistently trying to calm her while she rains kisses over my neck and even cups my balls. And that’s the moment I cave again.

“Fuck it, I surrender.” I ravage her mouth with mine and let her straddle me while I stroke and grope the bare flesh under her dress. “Look away, asshole.” I grin at Adriano while sinking my teeth into her shoulder, and she shrieks in delight, but I know I shouldn’t spur her on.

Grabbing my shirt with two fists, she leans forward as I swipe her hair behind her ear, and her look of adoration makes time stand still.

“Are you coming up with me?” she asks.

I nod once and take this opportunity to help her quiet down by placing her head against my chest and circling my palm over her back. We both stare at the pedestrians crossing the street, and I rest my cheek on top of her head. It worries me that she might have taken something herself. But it also worries me that whoever was following her might have drugged her. And both scenarios spike my anger. If she did take it herself, why? Is she spiraling downward just when I’ve started to pick up the pieces of my shattered soul? On the other hand, why would someone else spike her drink? Or follow her for that matter?

What the hell is going on in your life, Fallon? What are you still withholding from me?

Adriano parks at the front entrance, steps out first, and pulls his seat forward so we can get out of the coupé too.

She climbs out and dazzles a smile when Adriano hands her the sweater. “Ah, thanks.”

“You can go. I’ll call you later,” I say to Adriano and grip her arm to move quickly inside the building.

She fumbles in her pocket for the keys while leaning almost all her weight against me. I snatch the keys out myself and walk us forward, inside and up.

She moves to my side and flings both arms around my middle. “I miss you.”

Throwing my arm around her shoulder, I sigh deeply. “You’ve said that already.”

That’s how I enter her apartment after such a long time apart; hugging Fallon firmly. We tread to the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed, and I place my hands on each side of her head so that her gaze is focused on me.

“How do you feel?” I lock eyes with her. She tries to close the distance between us, but I hold her strongly.

“Good,” she replies softly.

“Is your vision blurred?”

A crease forms between her brows. “No.”

“Are you cold? Thirsty? Have any cramps?”

“Uh…no.” Then she adds loudly, “Wait, I’m thirsty.”

“Stay here while I get you some water.” I run to the kitchen for a glass of water, and she downs it in one gulp. While stripping my clothes until I’m in just my boxer briefs, I can’t help but return the suggestive grin she shows me.

Damn, I miss her and her playful side.

She pulls her dress over her head, kicks off her flats and slides back on the bed as I inch toward her. I adjust my growing hard-on while trying – unsuccessfully – not to stare at her breasts since she’s in only her panties now.

Spiacente, dolcezza. Solo una bella dormita per te stanotte.
Sorry, sweetheart. Only a good night's sleep for you tonight.