Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (17 page)

“Well, Jason, that’s a good question.
 
And the answer is no, not yet.
 
I plan to get one, but I just haven’t had the
chance to go car shopping yet.”

“I can help you with that,” Sully said.

Trina looked at him.
 
“You can?”

“A friend of mine owns a Chrysler dealership
here in town.
 
I can make sure he hooks
you up with a great car at a great deal.
Unless you’re not
interested in a Chrysler.”

“No, I would be.
 
Chrysler would be fine.
 
Thanks, Sul.”

“You’re welcome,” Sully said, thrilled to be
of some help.
 
Then she realized the
young men were staring at him, amazed that this was the same button-down,
no-nonsense Sully they all knew and feared.
 

“Come on, I’ll show you the classroom,” he
said to Trina, his hand on her back again, as they walked away.

“Thanks,
Sul
,”
Jason said, marking Trina’s voice, and the young men laughed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Trina woke up to the feel of Reno’s mouth
feasting on her pussy.
 
She moaned as she
felt his hands separate her folds and then his tongue slice in and lick in that
long, lingering, wet drag that always made her shiver.
 
The idea that Reno was getting her ready made
her stretch her naked body in sensual delight.
 
Because soon she would not only feel his tongue, but his cock deep
inside of her, and that was how she loved her mornings to begin.
 
He had her on her back, with her slender
brown legs opened wide, eating the shit out of her.

And he was hungry, because he was feasting on
her for an unusually long time.
 
There
had been many mornings when she woke up to find Reno doing something to her,
usually sucking
 
her breasts until they
were inflamed, or eating her pussy until she was wet enough for his
penetration.
 
But he’d rarely been down
there this long.
 
Not that she was
complaining.
 
She was, in fact, thrilled.
 
So thrilled that she couldn’t stop moaning
and sliding her ass from side to side, as his feast intensified.

But Reno’s sexual appetite tended to increase
with his stress.
 
And that worried
her.
 
By the time he returned to their
new home very late last night, she was already fast asleep. She’d spent all day
decorating their new home, making sure that every vase, every painting, every
pillow was where it was designed to be, and by nightfall she was
exhausted.
 
So
exhausted that she didn’t wake up again.
 
Until she thought she felt hands on her, and opened her eyes.

Now Reno had finally given his tongue a break,
and her inflamed vagina one, too, and was looking up at her.
 
His mop of shaggy brown hair was flopped down
over his forehead and his eyes were the eyes of the tiger.
 
He was ready to go in for the kill.
 

Trina braced herself as he moved his strong,
naked body on top of her.
 
His mouth
stopped to suck on her breasts, which, she realized by their tenderness too,
he’d already been sucking on.
  
Then his
face was inches from hers, and his cock was so aroused it was already sliding
against her clit.

“Good morning, babe,” he said to her, looking
into her morning fresh eyes.

“Good morning,” she said to him, looking into
eyes that were so filled with lust they were heavy-lidded.

And then his dick was all in.
 

She felt the massiveness of his head as it slid
into her saturated pussy.
 
He moved
slowed in and out of her, as if he wanted to get the connection just right
before the friction their sexual union caused him to increase his gyrations.

But right now he wanted to enjoy their
mating.
 
He always loved this part.
 
He always cherished whenever he entered his
wife for the first time and felt her wetness converge around his shaft in that
special way only she knew how to touch him.
 
She never clamped on too soon, but allowed him to stake his claim
first.
 
To hit the
right spots first.
 
She allowed
him to realize that he wasn’t just fucking
somebody,
but that he was making love to the woman he loved.
 

And he loved Trina Gabrini with all of his
heart, he kept thinking, as he watched her enjoy his sex.
 
Her eyelashes hid part of her smoky eyes, as
she, too, was getting heavy-lidded.
 
But
her face looked radiant to him.

“Tree,” he found himself saying in that
lovelorn helplessness he often felt whenever they were alone in bed.
 
He leaned down to her, kissed her passionately,
and wrapped her in his arms.
 
His dick
kept moving in and out as he held onto her. He felt so territorial about her,
so possessive.
 
It used to scare him how
possessive he felt about her.
 
It used to
haunt his dreams.
 
But now there was no
desperation in his protectiveness.
  
There was no sense that she would ever leave him or two-time him or ever
break his heart.
 
There was only
love.
 
And care.
 
And that feeling of unbridled passion he
didn’t feel for anybody alive, except Trina.
 
She was his, every beautiful inch of her, and he still could hardly
believe it.

And as they lay together making long, sweet,
tender love, the sounds of his push in and push out against her wetness gave
them both a sensual high.
 
It sounded
like sloshing liquid as he pushed further and further into her.
 
And instinctively, just the way Reno loved
it, her sex muscles began to constrict around his shaft in such an intense way
that it forced his gyrations to increase.
 

“Reeenooo!” she began to shriek as his
movements became faster motions that verged on thrashings.

“Take it, Tree,” he shrieked back as he fucked
her hard.
 
“Take all of it!
 
Oh, geez.
 
Take it, Tree!”

And he kept pounding in a controlled, sensual
rhythm, his cock within seconds of exploding.
 
The sloshing sounds were deafening to their ears.
 
She was already there.
 
Her vaginal muscles were already clenching in
a release she could no longer control.
 
And finally Reno lost it too, as he poured into her with an unleashing
so powerful that it covered her and kept pouring.
 
He had to lean up from the intensity of it,
as he saturated her with his sex, and kept on releasing.

And when the last drop drained from his still
pulsating penis, Reno still didn’t feel deflated.
 
Because Trina was
laying
beneath him, still mesmerized by the power of their union.
 
And she was his.

And, for Reno, all was at peace with the
world.

Except that it wasn’t.
 

He came back to himself and realized it later,
as he and his wife lay side by side in bed.
 

Trina knew something was wrong, but she didn’t
say anything.
 
She waited for Reno to
tell her.
 
Which he
did, almost immediately.

“Tommy called me today,” he said.

“Yeah?”
 
She looked at Reno. “How is he?”

“He’s all right.
 
Still humping ass all over
Seattle.”

“Reno!”

“Well, he is!
 
He likes the ladies.”

“Has he heard from Shanks?”

“Of course he has.
 
He wouldn’t say that he did, but I know
Tommy.
 
She’s probably spent a night or
two with him since their botched wedding day.”

“I doubt that, Reno.”

“Then you don’t know those two.
 
They’ll never break up, Tree. I don’t care if
Tommy marries Miss Perfection tomorrow, he’ll still prefer Shanks.
 
It’s pitiful, if you ask me.”

Trina hesitated.
 
Somehow she knew that Tommy wasn’t what was
bothering him.
 
She looked at him
again.
 
“What’s the matter?” she asked
him.
   

Reno exhaled.
 
No sense holding it in, he thought.
 
“I met a ghost today,” he said to her.

Trina could only pray it wasn’t some mob
ghost, but she held her peace.

“Her name is Nell
,”
he said.
 
“
Sha
Nell.”

A woman, Trina thought.
 
She looked at him then.
 
“Who’s Shanell?”

“I told you how my father used to go into
hiding whenever the heat was on and he needed to get out of town?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why he bought Clauson’s.
 
It was what they called a lay low
purchase.
 
In the event of heat, he came
here, to Crane, to this little restaurant he purchased for such occasions.”

“And laid low?” Trina asked.

“And
laid
low,
right,” Reno affirmed.
 
“That’s how it
was done.
 
Well, one summer he and Vito
Giancarlo had ordered a hit on some mobster and they had to lay low for a
while.
 
Until the cops,
in that case, stopped asking questions.
 
So they came here, to Crane.
 
Pop
made me stay in Jersey to look after ma and my siblings, but he ordered me to
come to Georgia to spend a few weeks with him and school him on what had been
going on back home.
 
And just to be
there.
 
Me
and
Pop were close like that.”
 

There was a long pause after Reno said
that.
 
Trina assumed he was reliving his
very complicated relationship with his deceased father, and allowed him time to
do so.

“Anyway,” he said, “I was at Clauson’s hanging
out,
fooling
around with the waitresses and any other
girl I could get my hands on.
 
Which should come as no surprise to you.
”

“None,” Trina said with a smile.
 
Before their marriage she knew Reno was a hit
with the ladies.
 
He never pretended
otherwise.

“One of those waitresses was this beauty named
Nell.
 
A sweet girl.
 
She became my absolute favorite.”

Reno hesitated again.
 
Trina was now staring at him.
 
“I would feel her up in the store room, kiss
on her,
no
big deal stuff yet.”

“But it was coming?”

“It was coming.
 
Of course, it was coming.
 
That was how I was raised.
 
Men fucked women.
 
Pure and simple.
 
So yeah, it was coming.
 
I wasn’t letting her get off without a
taste.
 
I just wasn’t.
 
If she was willing, that is,” Reno added.

“One night,” he said slower, “my old man
didn’t care if she was willing or not.
 
It was closing time and we were fooling around, you know, when Pop and
Vito heard the commotion.
 
They came
busting in that storeroom like the gangsters they were and demanded I get
serious.
 
When I wouldn’t,
Pop
pushed me aside and decided he was going to show me a
thing or two.”

Trina’s eyes stretched.
 
She knew how brutal Reno’s father could
be.
 
“Please don’t tell me that man raped
that girl.”

“He was about to, but I wouldn’t let
him.”
 
Reno paused again, his eyes taking
on a regretful gaze.
 
“I did it myself.”

Trina’s heart pounded.
 
She sat up on her elbows.
 
“You did what yourself?
 
You
raped
her?”

“You might as well say I did.
 
I entered her without permission.”

Trina shook her head.
 
“I don’t believe that, Reno.”

“I asked her to forgive me, and I may have
even asked if it was okay.
 
She nodded it
was okay, or something like that, but what else was she going to do?
 
Pop was there, Vito Giancarlo was there, and
they were priming their cocks for a round with her, too.
 
She had to agree.
 
I was better than they were in her mind, I’m
sure, but that didn’t mean she wanted me violating her, either.”
 
Reno paused again.
 
Frowned.
 
“But I did.”