MOB BOSS 3: LOVE AND RETRIBUTION (2 page)

The young man shook his head vigorously. “Oh, no, sir, I did. . . I mean, I
didn’t
mean to . . . I mean. . .” Then he scrunched up his face. “Excuse me, please,” he finaly said as he hurried, practicaly ran, off of the dance floor.

Trina frowned. “What did you say to him, Reno?” she asked. “That poor boy looked as if he wanted to piss in his pants.”

But Reno, she quickly realized, looked as if he wanted to piss in her pussy. That was how lustful those soft blue eyes of his suddenly appeared to her. And just like that, just by looking into those big blues of his, she felt a tight knot of anticipation deep down inside of her.

Reno’s sex drive, which used to be incredible, had been purposely dormant since his return. In his noble mind, Trina knew, he wanted to give her a chance to change hers. He wanted to give her a chance to decide if she could handle al of the mob baggage that came along with his return. She knew the deal. She knew he never wanted to have anything to do with that mob life. She saw his anguish and pain every time they puled him in. But somehow, some way, they always managed to drag him in. And he wanted her to be certain she could live with that. Sex, he felt, would have only complicated the issue.

But as Reno looked down the length of his wife and then back into her wondrously expressive hazel eyes, they both knew he was now wiling to alow that complication. It was going to be risky. He stil wasn’t at al convinced that his return was a good thing for her. But they both had needs that needed to be met.

Besides, Reno saw that dance partner copping a feel on his wife. He needed to step up and accept the fact that he was back for good or il and they needed to get on with it. If he didn’t, some other smooth Joe far cleverer than dance partner was going to come along and meet her needs for him.

And that, he knew, he could not have.

It had been two weeks, anyway, and she was nowhere near changing her mind. How much longer, he wondered, did he have to torture himself?

Trina saw his anxiety deep in his troubled blue eyes. “What’s it about, Reno?” she asked him, her own eyes so sincere that he wanted to grab her into his arms right now.

“It’s about you and me, Tree,” he finaly said, and then leaned toward her without touching her. “It’s about a particular hard-on I’ve been nursing ever since I got back in town and saw your gorgeous mug

“It’s about you and me, Tree,” he finaly said, and then leaned toward her without touching her. “It’s about a particular hard-on I’ve been nursing ever since I got back in town and saw your gorgeous mug again,” he added.

She smiled. And then laughed.

He reached out his hand to her.

Trina’s eyes stared into his. She was stil apprehensive, stil unsure if they would ever be anything like they used to be, but she knew they couldn’t continue the way they were going. They either had to be al-in, or al-out.

She placed her smal hand into his big one.

They walked deliberately slow off of the dance floor, out of the lively balroom, and into the quiet corridor. The first hotel room, just outside the balroom, was occupied. But the second one, reserved for balroom guests that only Reno or Trina could give authorization to use, was empty.

Reno used his passkey to let them in, bolting the door behind them.

Trina smiled as he twirled her into his arms and stared at her. When she realized he was dead serious now, her smile left too.

“So you think you can dance, hun?” he asked her, drinking up the beauty of her, the exoticaly sweet fragrance of her.

“I think I can,” she admitted. “But not as good as you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, moving closer to her, his hands rubbing softly over her tight ass, his eyes never leaving hers. “What makes you think that?”

“Because,” she said as she felt his hard-on get harder against her, “you have a certain body part, a certain rod-like body part that always gets me going.”

Reno’s heart sweled. He realy loved this woman. He moved her even closer to him, his eyes now staring at her lips. He rubbed that particular body part against her, causing those sexy, African lips of hers to quiver.

“You talking about this?” he asked, rubbing harder against her. “Or this?” he added as his lips moved down and captured hers in a long, circular, passionate kiss.

Trina closed her eyes and moved with the rhythm of Reno’s kiss. And the feel of his rod against her, hard and stiff, caused her to wrap her arms around his neck and to push her smal body even closer stil against his muscular, hard frame.

Reno lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed, their lips never parting.

He sat her down on the bed’s edge and removed his suit coat and shoved his dress shirt over his head. And there it was, that tanned, muscular, sculptured body Trina could never get tired of watching.

And she watched him as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He was making clear that kissing her passionately, although something he loved doing, wasn’t anywhere near the only thing he planned to do to her. That was as far as they’d gone over the last two weeks. Just kissing. But now, he was making even clearer, he wanted it al. Every inch of her.

That was why, before he even bothered to drop his pants, he puled out his penis. Trina felt that same surge of anticipation she felt the first time she saw the size of it, the massiveness of it, and she wanted it al too. Every inch of it.

He knelt down, his penis dangling in front of him, as he kissed Trina on her neck, nibbled along the edge of her ear, and then kissed her on her lips. When her mouth parted and his tongue slid in, linking with hers, she drew in a sharp, sensual breath. And then he unzipped and slipped down to her waist that beautiful, sleeveless dress she wore, exposing those firm bare breasts he loved so wel.

Reno’s heart raced when her juicy brown melons bounced on exposure. And her body, flat where it should be flat and curved where it should be curved, made him grab her tightly in his arms.

He wrapped her in his arms as he kissed and sucked her breasts, from one to the other to both at once. He couldn’t stop teasing and licking and biting her nipples. He moved up, to her lips again, and began kissing her with long, passionate kisses, while his hands fondled, squeezed, caressed those breasts. His penis was throbbing as he kissed her, as it jutted out straighter and stiffer against the seam of her bikini panties.

Trina, too, was enthraled with his lips, unable to stop returning his kisses. She wrapped her arms around his muscular body and became so caught up in the pressure of his lips, the expert glide of his tongue, that she did not realize he had lifted her slightly and completely removed her dress and panties, until he opened her legs and his fingers slowly slid into her.

Oh, Reno
, she said lustfuly as he fingered her; as he continued to kiss her lips, to fondle one of her breast, and moisten her womanhood for what she knew would soon be an incredible entry.

Reno could hardly contain his anticipation as his fingers lapped around her folds and softened every inch of her receptacle. She was so smal, stil the tightest pussy he’d ever felt, and he was so large and so stiff that he knew this was going to be, as it used to always be whenever he entered her, a fuck he would not soon forget.

And the mere thought of it, of the tightness, of the moisture, of this sweet, gorgeous woman right within his grasp, caused him to leave her mouth and move down between her legs. He had to taste it. He had to feel and smel and experience it.

Trina leaned back on her elbows when he took her feet, sat them on the edge of the bed, her legs stil wide open, as his mouth made its way between those legs. She closed her eyes in the sheer pleasure of his tongue gliding along her clit, fondling it slowly and rapidly and slowly again. And then he slipped along her folds with the kind of slow, precision swipes that caused her hips to arch up and thrust herself into his face, as the feeling intensified.

She wanted more of that intensity, and he gave her more, and more, and more, until she was sliding down. Her body was almost uncontrolable as his tongue caused her entire being to convulse and buckle in that rarified moment of gratification she hadn’t felt in such a very long time.

And even after he finaly stopped, and stood up, and she could see her husband at his absolute barest, this specimen of a man in ful, she was stil feeling the ripples of that tongue-lashing he’d just given to her.

Reno couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to be this intimate with his wife again. He dreamed about her when he was away, every single night he dreamed of this beautiful woman. And now he had her back. A sadness came over him as the past attempted to capture his imagination again and make him feel selfish for wanting to be with her so badly, but he dismissed it. They were in this together, for better or worse, in sickness and in health. To hel, he said to himself, with that helish past.

After jacking on his massive rod, stiffening it even more, he stood in front of Trina, lifting her legs onto the side of each of his muscular thighs, spreading them as wide as she could bear, and then slowly but firmly slipping his rod inside of her moist folds.

There was a colective exhale for both of them when he entered her. There was a kind of everything they expected and more feeling when his manhood met her womanhood and her wals colapsed around him so tightly that sliding further and further in was almost difficult. And that very tightness gave them a wondrously sensual high.

They stayed in elevation as he made love to her. His rod slid in, almost out, back in again with such a rhythm, with such a long, smooth sail that it luled them into a kind of tender relaxation that had every muscle in their bodies feeling the heat.

Reno felt energized as he made love to her. He could hardly believe how good it felt. He looked down as his rod moved in and out of the most important human being on the face of this earth, the woman he loved more than life itself, and he felt so unworthy, and so fortunate, that he almost wanted to cry.

He stared at her as he screwed her. Her eyes were closed, her head was moving in rhythm with his every stroke. Her gorgeous African lips were parted, revealing a smal, pink tongue lapped over her bottom lip, and her breasts were bouncing in a continual crescendo as his rhythm began to increase.

As the intensity increased he moved her further onto the bed and got on top of her, his thrusts now becoming faster and faster. He grabbed her ass and lifted it even tighter against him as he thrashed into her in even faster thrusts that had them both panting with soft breaths. Her hips were moving too, in perfect circular motions that nearly undid him. They were fucking unlike they had ever fucked before; as if they stil had points to prove; as if they were determined to make this coupling the best they’d ever had.

And when it finaly happened, when he had slid in and almost out, in and almost out, in a pace so frenetic that his ass, thighs and even arms shook, he felt the pressure point. And then he thrashed into her as far as he could go, until his swolen bals were jammed against the outer ridge of her vagina, and he released in a hard gush. She climaxed in a wave of contractions. And the combining of those singular acts caused both bodies to strain in an arching that shattered their separateness and made them, for this moment in time, indistinguishably one.

When they came back down to earth, when their arching bodies fel back down on the bed, Reno looked at Trina, and Trina looked at Reno, as if neither could believe what had actualy occurred.

For Trina it wasn’t just that it was great sex. She hadn’t had any in so long that any sex from Reno would have been good to her. But it was the connection that floored her. It was as if a part of her essence, a part of her very core, leaped out of her and into him.

For Reno, it was the connection too. The sex was wonderful. Trina was so tight and sweet and fit him so perfectly that he’d never had such a magnificent joining. But it was beyond the sex. Wel beyond it. It was as if this woman, this beautiful woman he loved so much, had demonstrated in her lovemaking that he was back and that she wanted him back, no matter what. He had never felt more love, more protectiveness, more possessiveness, for any other human being alive. And it left him reeling.

He was so thrown, in fact, that he moved off of her and laid on his back, his chest heaving in and out, his eyes wide open and staring in enchanted wonder.

“What just happened here, Tree?” he asked her. And then looked at her with bewildered eyes.

Trina looked at him, her eyes as certain as his was uncertain. “
We
just happened, Reno,” she said without giving it a second thought.

He smiled. It was as simple, as complicated, as earth shattering as that.
They
just happened. Reno and Trina. He nodded. He understood. And puled her into his arms.

But even their euphoria, even the feeling that they had finaly crossed that Rubicon and were al-in forevermore, could not stave off Reno’s sheer exhaustion.

Within minutes, less than five, he was fast asleep. And was snoring.

Trina smiled, got out of bed - somebody, after al, had to entertain their guests. She stared at him a moment longer, stared at his beautiful physique, at his gorgeous face, at his cascading brown hair as it flopped down along his forehead and caused a man of his unparaleled strength, a man pushing forty, to become vulnerable and boyish-looking. And then she covered up her precious cargo.

The limo came to a screeching halt and Carmine Rossi hurried out. He ran past the waterfals and colonnade and into the majestic entrance of the PaLargio, the valets and doormen and belhops al knew him, al speaking to him as he made his way across the lobby and down the long, marbled corridor that led into the elegant, spirited balroom.

He looked around for Reno. When he didn’t see him he hurried over to Ritchie. Ritchie, a muscular young man who everybody caled Dirty, was laughing and drinking with his buddies over by the live band. Dirty was married to Francine, Reno’s kid sister.