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I can’t stop the laughter that pours from my throat. “Connections? I have mafia connections Katrina. He can’t have better connections than me.”
“He has military connections.”
“Well, mine are illegal. Mine are secret. Tell me his. Fucking. Name. Now.”
She bites her lip and with a sigh says, “Buddy Ross.”
“Ross. The California senator’s son? The one that’s trying for Los Angeles mayor?” I was shocked when I heard about that. He’s only twenty-two. He has connections though. Presidential connections from his father, who is best friends with the current President. That won’t save him this time.
I turn my back and move away from her, giving her the space she needs. I’m not going to force her. I’m not that kind of man. If she needs encouragement, that I can help her with. She’s not in that space like she was a few minutes ago. I go back to the bar cart and make myself a tall bourbon. I need this more than anything right now.
Sipping my drink I turn back around to her, my mouth open to tell her to leave but she’s gone already. With an exhausted sigh I sit and lean back in my chair, thoughts of how I will proceed tumble through my head like wrestlers in the WWE.
Setting my glass down, I pick up my cell and punch in a number I don’t call often. The phone rings and rings. I’m about to hang up when someone picks up. “Hello?”
It doesn’t sound like my cousin. “Who is this?”
“I don’t have time for this. Who is this fucker.” I really would like to reach through the phone and strangle this nuthead, instead I say, “It’s Griffin Van Halen. Who the fuck is this?”
Maniacal laughter follows my words. “Answer me.”
“Griff, it’s your cousin, Matteo.”
“Where’s Leo. I need to talk with him.” I want to get this over with. I need a favor and even if the pact is made with my cousin I’ll still owe him. I don’t owe people. But I can’t do this on my own.
“Busy.” I hear a long, whining scream in the background. Matteo giggles over the phone. He’s the youngest of my cousins and the weirdest. There is definitely something seriously wrong with him. I think maybe he should have been culled at birth.
“Tell him I need to talk to him. It’s important.”
“Hey, Leo. It’s Griff. Needs to talk to you.” He shouts in my ear and I pull my head away from the phone.
Fucker. I don’t understand why he keeps Matt on in the business. He’s just a fuck off. All he does is screw up as far as I hear. He’s a lothario. Fucks anything with a pussy. Leo needs to kick him to the curb and let him grow up, throw him to the wolves, so to speak.
“Griff, he says he’ll call you back.” A garbled scream interrupts his words and Matt pants as if he’s getting off on it. Hope he doesn’t have his dick out. “He’s a little busy right now.”
“Yeah, have him call me as soon as possible.”
“Bye, cousin.” He hangs up before I can even open my mouth to answer him. I shake my head at his crazy and set my phone down, taking one last sip of my drink. It’s still early afternoon and I have a lot of work to do. I get up and walk out my office staring up to the second floor, not seeing Kat’s room, I can imagine it. All I want to do is go upstairs and fuck her brains out, I can’t though. I have to be stronger. I have to be strong.
I lay down on the bed wishing I can sleep. I was so pissed last night I spent most of the night fuming. Didn’t get to sleep until about five. I even took my jeans off and slip my sleep shorts on. I turn over onto my right side from my left, and sigh. I hate sleeping in new beds, I’m strange that way. I switch to my back and my thoughts fall to Griffin. How his designer suit fits his muscular, fit body-beyond well. How I hate his handsome, devilishly attractive face.
My heart rate speeds up whenever I think about him, my clit pulses like it does whenever I think about him. I had locked my door when I came up, I slip my hand down my shorts my memories going to when I’ve seen him shirtless. It’s been a while. Couple years at least. I have a good memory.
My eyes travel down his body, the swim trunks he wears leaves nothing to my teenage memories. He steps out of the swimming pool and picks up a towel from a nearby chair. His abdominal and chest muscles grow taut as he lifts his arms to dry his hair, running the towel down his body and rub my finger over my clit fast, faster.
In my imaginings he struts over to me, leans down, one hand on each arm of the chair. His face comes closer and closer still until his mouth touches mine in a light kiss. He kneels down in front of me and takes both hands and grips my face in both hands. His kiss turns hard and I rub faster and press harder, my breath comes faster.
He moves one hand from my face and tugs one cup from my bikini down, grips my breast, weighing it in his hand, his thumb flicks back and forth lightly over the tip of my nipple, making my breath stutter, my lungs freeze feeling like logs in my chest.
I rub faster, my fingernail flicks over the tip of my clit as my imaginary Griff yanks my bottoms down my legs and interjects his body between them. He leans forward, his mouth on the clit I’m playing with right now.
He sucks on my pussy like it’s the finest decadent dessert from a five star restaurant.
I huff out my breath and draw in another before I suffocate. Another deep breath and I’m gone. I didn’t even make it through all of my fantasy, my body shakes and shivers as it never has before in an orgasm.
My cell rings and I pick it up immediately. “Hey, Leo. Thank you for calling back so fast. How are things going?” I’m glad my cousin called me back within the hour. I’m antsy to get that little shit taken care of. I hope it will help with Kat’s mental healing.
“Heh, you know what it’s like being the big dog in charge.” He laughs a big booming bellow. “Matt, is being a little shit as usual.”
