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TWENTY-ONE
JULIAN
No.
Yes.
No.
I couldn’t have sex with Rebecca for so many reasons my head spun at the sheer volume of them. But damn, that made me want her even more. A dark, recklessness pricked my skin. I wore a badge, but I came from the same stock as Anthony, Sebastien, and Giancarlo. I grew up in that world. That same ruthless streak ran through my veins.
I could claim Rebecca for myself.
Those mafia princes were no match for the FBI. I could throw resources at them to bring them to their knees. Such as indictments if they tried to take her away from me.
Only...
Shit. She loved them. Thought she loved three men.
I rubbed my face, and my body went still hearing the bathroom door open. In my wildest fantasy she’d come out naked. I pictured her dripping wet, her body warm from the shower, her pussy aching for my mouth, her lips begging me to fuck her.
What idiot doesn’t fuck a beautiful woman begging him?
Nope. She wore the sleep pants and a very loose tank top she bought at the store. That I bought for her. Her breasts moved seductively under the waffle fabric. I couldn’t help but grow hard wanting her so damn badly.
“Water hot?” I asked her, standing.
“Very hot,” she answered, her eyes raking across my bare chest.
“Good pressure?”
“Great pressure.” She was fucking with me, wasn’t she?
“Soap to your liking, princess? Get all slicked up and clean?”
“You mean queen. And yes, exceedingly slick. It’s a shame you can’t run your hands over me to feel just how slick.” She pursed her lips. “Seeing I’m taken. By three men.”
“I’ve not been one to follow the rules. And I’m not shy about telling you what I want.”
“I’m no longer shy about a lot of things.”
This damn woman had me harder than my gun. Not the ideal condition to be in for this conversation I needed to have with her. “Can we talk for a moment?” I had to get how I felt about this sharing business off my chest.
Men were slaves to their dicks, sure, but there were enough men out there who were utterly shit in bed. Women...well...they were just as helpless to a good cock making them mindless.
I had no doubt Messina, Daria, and Byrne were good in bed. The whispers about Messina’s legendary cock hit every corner of Manhattan. Daria had to be amazing in bed because in high school I’d overheard Becca talk to her girlfriends how good he was. Byrne? He didn’t make the women he fucked at his sex club leave there walking funny because they pulled a hammy playing Twister.
The three of them together, coming at her with those Italian dicks, filling her head with wicked lust? Rebecca didn’t know what she had agreed to.
“I’m really tired.” She exhaled. “That drug is still in my system.”
“Shit, you’re right.” I pulled out a clean tee-shirt from the bag of clothes. “You need to eat something?”
“I am hungry.” She twisted her wet hair.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wanted subway smell off me more.” She ran her hand along a table by the window. “Can I go with you?”
“Where?”
“To get food?”
I hadn’t washed any of the blood off me yet. She was in pajamas with wet hair. And I didn’t want to leave her alone. Smiling, I said, “Don’t need to leave. We can order and have it delivered right to our door.”
“Huh.” She stared that way and then at the phoneless nightstand. “And you don’t think the genius who put up the page to solicit the contract and wiped itself from the internet has by now tracked your burner phone or your credit card and is waiting for you to make a call for food?”
I cocked my head at her. Damn she was smart. “Then that means if we leave, we’ll be spotted, too. I can check who’s outside this door delivering food. And don’t let Giancarlo Byrne make you think he’s the only one on the planet who can track and hack the shit out of this world to keep you safe. All my equipment is FBI-issued. No one hacks the Fed.” I hoped that was true.
“Fine. What are my choices?”
I glanced around and opened one of the nightstands. Menus. “Ha. Didn’t even need to search. Do you like pizza?”
“I’m Italian. Of course, I like pizza. Besides, what girl doesn’t like pizza?”
“You’d be surprised.” I opened the menu. “Hmmm. We’re pretty far out of the city. We should order a lot of toppings to make up for what is probably shitty tomato sauce.”
“Do you cook Italian gravy the old-school way?”
I smiled. “No.”
“Hmmm. Maybe when this is all over...” She laid on the bed.
The one bed.
“Here are the topping choices.” I faced her with a smile. “Then again, I’m Italian and have been told I’m a pretty good topping.”
“Is that what all the girls tell you?”
“Yes.” I aimed my stare at her. “I get a lot of women, Rebecca. And I’m not apologizing for that. But I don’t lie and I don’t make anyone promises.”
“Looking for someone special?”
My throat tightened, wanting to say, I’d found someone special I couldn’t have. “Not looking for someone else.”
“Interesting.” A stare stretched between us. “We could just get a white pie. Very few people can mess up mozzarella and garlic.”
“True.” I scanned the menu. “Looks like these jokers won’t even attempt it. Here are the topping choices.” I rattled them off and waited for Rebecca to respond. But when I put the menu down, I saw she’d...fallen asleep.
My stomach tied up in knots and I figured it was better to not eat anything either. We’d picked up a few bottles of water and I opened one. After nearly finishing the whole thing, I unwrapped a dixie cup on the television console and left water for her on the nightstand on her side of the bed.
I stripped off my dirty clothes watching her. Waiting. Hoping she’d wake up. When I was fully naked, I stood there. My hand found my cock and fuck, I got so damn hard again. I stroked myself, picturing her hands on me. After a moment, I worried if she woke up to me jerking off violently, she’d react badly.
I snatched a pair of brand-new sleep pants and went into the bathroom. After putting a waterproof bandage over the dressing Rebecca made, I stepped into the shower and beat myself gently. Then more forcibly, moaning Becca’s name. Hearing a noise, I stopped and pushed the shower curtain aside. There she stood. Staring at me like she’d heard me. I kept stroking my cock with her watching me, still muttering her name with our eyes glued to each other.
“Lick your lips,” I said gruffly, feeling ready to explode.
Her pink tongue swept across her upper lip.
I came so hard, my cum spilling over my hands and I nearly fell over. Feeling annoyed with myself, I closed my eyes. When I opened them, Becca was gone and I stayed under the hot spray until it ran cold.
After toweling off, I peeked back in the room and on the bed. Rebecca had passed out, the drugs finally affecting her. With just the sleep pants on, I got in bed and faced her.
God, she was fucking breathtaking. I gently moved the hair from her eyes and saw the small cut near her hairline. The shot someone took at her this afternoon at the cemetery enraged me. I leaned in and kissed it.
Wake up, Becca.
She only stirred.
Exhaling, I went to turn away, but Becca shifted again. Right into my arms.
