When Rico and I settle into the back of our SUV, he leans his head back and groans. He ditched his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Almost all the buttons in his shirt are now loose.
That chiseled chest is peeking out to taunt me. You can tell he had a time tonight. This is not my put-together, not-a-stitch-out-of-place Rico, but he still looks as sexy as he did when I arrived.
I reach over and push his longer locks out of his face. These days, he still wears the top long, but the sides are in a close taper. Yes, my man has a Black barber.
It’s not hard to tell. His cut is always sharp, bringing attention to his handsome face. Allowing my gaze to dance over his features, I drink him in.
“What did you whisper to Fredo?”
He chuckles but doesn’t open his eyes. “I told him to come out with us anytime he wants. I also told him to come by like he asked me if he could.”
“To learn from our crew? Really? I wasn’t sure you were going to do it.”
He opens his eyes and looks into mine. “I’ve never been scared that he’ll take my spot. To be honest. His mother held on so tight he became a brat.
“Anytime he wouldn’t get his way, he would throw a tantrum. He had no control over his emotions. After thirteen, that shit was a red flag.
“Since his dad was killed when he was little, no one checked that shit. He’s not a bad guy. What you have done for him by being kind has made him grow up.
“I can see him thinking about others before reacting. Everyone else isolated him and tried to label him when all he needed was some fucking people skills outside of the coddling his mother forced on him,” he says tiredly.
“You know it’s not just me. He looks up to you. I met Fredo in Italy. However, I noticed the change in him when I came home, when you started to acknowledge him.”
“Nope, it’s you. We all want to be better when we get around you.”
I pull a face and scoff. “I don’t know about that, but thanks for trying to make me feel special.”
He reaches for me and pulls me from my seat to straddle his lap. “You are special. To me, you are everything. I couldn’t live this life without you.”
In the next breath, he takes my lips in a searing kiss. I moan into his mouth and lace my fingers in the top of his hair. Rico pushes my dress up to my waist and palms my ass as he devours my mouth.
I stick my hands into his shirt and run them over his warm skin. Rico groans into my mouth as he fists my thong and snaps it in his hand. He starts a trail of hot kisses down my neck while starting to finger me from behind.
Locking my fingers in his hair, I tug his head back. We lock eyes and he looks back at me with fire in his hazel grays. I grasp his face and kiss him.
I’m in control for about two seconds before he takes over the kiss. He nips at my lower lip and tugs it. I whimper and grind into his lap.
“I’ve wanted you all night. I can’t wait any longer,” he says huskily.
“Then don’t. Rico, I’m yours.”
He grunts and makes quick work of unfastening his belt and pants to free himself. When he tugs me down onto his length, my eyes roll back. This will never get old.
I place my palms against the roof of the SUV and begin to ride him. He tugs the zipper of my dress down, then peels the front away from my body so he can have access to my breasts. Palming my mounds, he goes back and forth between them as I gush all over him.
“That’s it, baby. Keep riding me just like that. This tight-ass pussy drives me crazy.”
“Oh God, Rico. How are you so fucking hard?”
“Have you looked in a mirror? How could I not get this hard for you?”
He tilts my body back and takes over from beneath me. He’s so deep. I’m dripping all over him.
I’m so wet, I knit my brows trying to figure out if he came or if that’s all me. Knowing what it feels like when he comes, I realize that’s all me.
“Fuck,” Rico growls then maneuvers our bodies so I’m on my back with my legs pinned to his shoulders.
“Rico, yes,” I cry out.
