Page 28 of Drowned in Gold


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Fuck!

I hit the wheel hard. Guilt weighs like a ton of bricks. Because I’m not just going to fuck her. Hell, maybe it would be better if I was. The truth is, I enjoy her company, and I can’t wait to see her. Did becoming a capo get to my head? Am I overstepping?

I can’t help myself.

I pull off the highway and down a handful of streets until I get to her shabby two-family house, where she resides on the first floor. My heartrate is elevated, and so is my cock. Showing up at two in the morning only means one thing – booty call – but I’m going to do my best to resist her. I have to know if there’s something real beneath the hood of our lust. I won’t put us at risk of the Hairtrigger otherwise.

I’m careful not to slam the car door as I make way to her stoop. I have less heart palpitations when I’m holding a gun to a thug’s head. The hell is she doing to me?

I look to the skull ring again – one of ten. Well, eleven if you count the one on my cock. The guilt is still there, and it’s writhing.

Bzzzt! I hit the old-style bell connected to the first floor. The lights are on inside, which is a good sign. Servers at Bangos are generally night owls, so maybe I’m not disturbing her.

What if she has another guy over? I run my hand over the gold pistol in the back of my pants. Blood-rush turns into adrenaline as I envision scenarios of blowing the brains out of someone touching my girl.

Relax, Bull. You didn’t make any declarations to her.

Oh yeah, then what was that golden pin, then?

My mind goes blank when a big-eyed hot woman with a disheveled ponytail swings open the door. She’s wearing a white apron smeared with paint, and short-shorts that are barely visible. She’s all leg. I want to spread them where she stands and stick it in.

“Do you always mumble to yourself?” she says, obviously excited to see me.

“Shut up.” I smirk. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be awake.”

“Well, I was waiting to see if the tooth-fairy would show up.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck the tooth-fairy.” I step inside uninvited and take note of how her breathing ramps up. She’s hot for me, same as I am for her. And when I stand over her, I can’t resist those lips for even a second.

I lean down and press my lips passionately against hers, washing away all my previous troubles.

“Quiet,” she whispers through a smile, guiding my hand to shut the door gingerly.

I lift her like I’m carrying her through the threshold, and she giggles when a fresh smear of white paint mushes against my blazer. “Mother fuck—”

“Shh!” Gia points up, signaling that her upstairs neighbor will wake up.

Once we’re in her apartment, both her hands cradle my face as she comes in for another juicy kiss. My body feels weightless every time we connect, all except for my cock, which is like a thousand-pound anchor in my pants. The things this woman does to me.

“I thought you were away on business.” She kicks her legs in my grasp.

“Came back early for you.”

She stops giggling, cheeks flushing red, reminding me all over again that this ain’t some sex-fueled exchange. She’s got me second guessing every move I make when it comes to her. I want more than just that tight pussy of hers – though having her so close isn’t making it any easier to resist after being away from her for so long.

I take a long breath and put her down. It takes an inhuman amount of strength not to take her right here.

“Castor?”

“Put some pants on. I’m taking you out.”

“It’s two in the morning,” she protests.

“Yeah, well, we haven’t been on a real date yet, just the two of us, and I want to figure out what this is.”

She averts away from my gaze.

Maybe that didn’t come out right? I have no idea what she’s thinking.

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