Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (37 page)

Reno exhaled.
 
“You really like working with those kids?”

“I love it, Reno.
 
I really enjoy it.”

“All right, set up a meeting.”

Trina frowned.
 
“A meeting?”

“Between me and Sully.
 
Just
in case he harbors any illusions about you, I want to make sure I disabuse him
of them.”

Trina smiled.
 
“Don’t you think you have enough to worry about right now than my honor?”

“I got plenty to worry about,” he said,
pulling her closer against him, “but your
honor - and you -
are
always at the top of that list.”
 
He kissed her.
 
“And don’t you
forget it.”

Trina stared into his eyes, and realized his
look had changed.
 
Just that fast.

He kissed her again.
 
Only this time it was far more
passionate.
 
When their lips parted, he
began kissing her down her neck and slowly moving her toward the bed.

“Reno, we can’t,” she said.

“Why the hell can’t we?”

“Because you have company downstairs.”

“They’ll keep.”

“No, Reno.”

“Just a quickie,” he said, pulling down his
pants and briefs, his stiffening rod jutting against her jean-clad thigh.
 
“Come on.”

Trina managed to smile. “What am I gonna do
with you?”

Reno smiled as he slipped down her jeans and
panties.
 
“You’re going to give me some,
that’s what you’re going to do with me.”
 

He laid her on her back on the bed, her legs
hanging off of the edge.
 
Then he bent
down and began his feast.

Trina relaxed as he jerked on his rod and
licked his tongue outside and then inside of her womanhood.
 
It only took Reno a matter of seconds to
become completely aroused, so he released his rod and concentrated on
pleasuring and moistening up Tree.
 
And
when she became so wet he could taste it, he stood up, opened her legs wider,
and entered her.
 

Trina’s head turned sideways as she felt the
power of his entry.
 
Reno felt the power
of her cunt, and couldn’t contain himself.

“Oh, babe,” he said as he fucked her
hard.
 
He needed this relief and was
thrilled to get it.
   
He even let out a
scream so loud that Tommy and Dirty, downstairs, heard it and ran upstairs.

When they arrived at the closed bedroom door,
Tommy placed his hand on the knob, ready to break in.
 
Until he heard the slapping
sounds of sex, and Reno’s grunts.
 
If any man on the face of this earth knew what those sounds meant, it
was Tommy Gabrini.
 
And danger wasn’t a
part of the definition.

He hit Dirty on the chest as he turned to
leave.
 
“Let’s go,” he said.

“What is it?”
Dirty wanted
to know.
 
“Reno
okay?”

“Reno’s fine.”

“What’s going on?”

“Love, not war,” Tommy said as he began
heading down the stairs.
 

Dirty smiled and moved to hear what Tommy had
heard, but Tommy reached back up, grabbed him by his shirt lapel, and forced
him back downstairs.

By the time they were heading back down, Reno
was lying on top of Trina, fucking her harder.
 
He didn’t know why his sexual appetite for her never diminished.
 
In happy times he wanted to fuck her.
 
In sad times he wanted to fuck her.
 
And in confusing times like this, he
especially wanted to fuck her.
 
Because
she calmed him down.
 
Because every time
his cock slid its way into the deeper recesses of her saturation, he felt their
bond.
 
And it always made him feel
joined, and never alone, and complete.
 

He kept fucking her.
 
He kept gliding in and out and feeling that
saturated completeness. He wrapped her tighter into his arms, and she wrapped
her arms tighter around him, as they both moaned and groaned and grunted to the
rhythm.

Trina loved how he did her.
 
And remarkably to her, she loved it more
every time he made love to her.
 
It was
as if they were reaffirming their love, and their togetherness, every time they
mated.
 
It felt that real to Trina.
 
Especially when his dick penetrated so deeply
that her sex muscles clamped around him and wouldn’t let him go.
 
Reno’s muscles strained every time she
clamped him, and that already intense feeling intensified.

Reno lifted her blouse and her bra and began
sucking her breasts as he fucked her.
 
It
was, as every fuck before it had
been,
the best fuck
he’d ever had.
 
Trina did that for
him.
 
Every time he thought it would be
routine, in and out, need satisfied, it changed on him.
 
He placed her nipple in his mouth as he
closed his eyes to the newness of her cunt.
 
He wanted her and no-one else.
 
He
wanted her to the depths of his entire being.

And his still-widening penis, filling her to
such an unbelievably tight breaking point that she wanted to scream out, too,
made that want of his perfectly clear.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Why not Clauson’s?”
Sully asked as he and Trina watched Reno
enter the Brownstone café two blocks from the Center.
 
“We could have met there.
 
It would have been easier on Reno.”

Trina shook her head.
 
“That place is still a nightmare, that’s why
he had to shut it down.
 
He won’t let me
drink a cup of coffee there, let alone have my lunch there.
 
He says that kitchen was deplorable.”

“But it’s better now surely?”

“It had better be.
 
Their grand reopening is in less than a
week.
 
But he still doesn’t want me
eating there.”

“And Clauson’s used to be the number one
restaurant in this town.”
 
Sully shook
his head.
 
“My my how
the mighty have fallen.”

“Yeah, I hear it used to be a pretty decent
place.
 
Hi, babe,” Trina said when Reno
made it to their table.
 

“Good morning,” Reno said, kissed her on the
lips, and sat next to her. Reno was not a morning person, and his sour look
confirmed it.

“Hello, Reno,” Sully said, extending his hand.

But Reno wasn’t playing along.
 
“I’ll shake it when I’m satisfied that your
intentions regarding my wife are honorable.”

Sully hadn’t expected such bluntness.
 
“May I ask what I did wrong this time?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Sully,” Reno warned.
 
“It’s too damn early.”

Sully glanced at Trina.
 
What’s
with this guy
, his expression seemed to say.
 
But Trina knew Reno was worried about Jimmy
Mack, and that, in large part, was driving his angst.

“I guess I’m not sure what I did wrong,” Sully
said.

“When I talked to you I told you to look out
for my wife.
 
Didn’t I tell you that,
Sully?”

“I did look out for her!”

“By bringing her home at midnight?”

“It wasn’t midnight, Reno,” Trina said.

“It was close enough.
 
This is my wife, what you think you were doing?
 
You should have gotten your ass up and
brought her home at a respectable hour. I told you something was up.”

Trina and Sully exchanged a glance.
 
Trina felt like a kid when Reno was this
way.
 
But he would get this way at times,
especially when something wasn’t right in mob land.
 
She only hoped that Sully would concede the
point so they could move on.

And he did.
 
He would have loved to know what was “up,” but he knew Reno didn’t
broadcast his business that way.
 
“Look,”
Sully said, “you’re right.
 
I should have
been more thoughtful.
 
I was out of
line.
 
It was a big deal basketball game
for the kids around here, so I didn’t think a thing of it when I took Trina
with us for pizza at my house afterwards.
 
I apologize.”

Reno removed his shades.
 
Tossed them on the table.
 
“This woman right here,” he said, “is mine.”

“I told you I know that.”

“Just so we’re clear.
 
This woman right here is mine.
 
Nobody else’s.
 
Mine, you understand?
 
Don’t try your shit on her.
 
Ever.
 
Or I’ll kick your ass, Sully.
 
I don’t play that.”

Sully nodded his head. “It won’t get to that.”

“I know Trina won’t let it get to that, but I
don’t want you to even think about trying.
 
I don’t want you putting her in that kind of position.
 
It won’t work, partner.
 
Not with my wife.
 
I don’t play that.”

Sully extended his hand again.
 
“I get it, Reno.
 
I was out of line before, but I value your
friendship.
 
It won’t happen again.”

Reno looked at his hand, and then shook
it.
 
Trina smiled a smile of relief.
 
“Now,” she said, “maybe we can place some
orders up in here?”

The drive was a fast one.
 
Reno was behind the wheel and he didn’t know
any speed but fast.
 
He looked over at
Tommy, who was staring straight ahead.

“Heard from your girl?” Reno asked him.

Tommy looked away from Reno, out of the side
window.
 
“Yup.”

“Since the wedding – or rather, thanks to her
ass, the wedding that never was?”

“Yup.”

Reno looked at Tommy.
 
“You guys are together again, aren’t you?”

“She’s my woman, Reno.
 
Good, bad, and all points in between.”

“She’s the one, hun?”

‘She’s the one.
 
Just like Tree is the one for you.”

“Don’t put my wife’s name in the same sentence
as Shanks.
 
That woman’s crazy.”

“She’s not crazy,” Tommy disagreed.
 
“She’s different, but she’s not crazy.”

“Yeah, different,” Reno said.
 
“Real different.
 
Crazy different.”

“How’s Tree taking all of this?” Tommy
asked.
 
He was hoping to take the
spotlight far away from a relationship he was still trying to come to grips
with himself.

Reno shrugged his shoulder.
 
“She
don’t
like it,
just as I don’t like it,” he said.
 
“But
she’s managing.
 
She’s hanging in there.”

“You aren’t concerned about that?
 
You aren’t concerned that Trina may get tired
of all of these surprises from your past and decide to move on?”

“Hell, yeah.
 
I’m
worried about it.
 
I brought her here to
slow it down, and it was going pretty good there, and now this new shit.”

“I don’t mean the Drago part, Reno.
 
I mean this discovery of a seventeen year old
son.
 
You don’t think that’s a lot for
Trina to digest?”

Reno nodded.
 
“Yeah, it is.
 
That’s why I’m
probably overreacting every time some guy looks her way.
 
I’m as insecure as hell right now,
Tommy.
 
I’m terrified that Trina might
get tired of all of my past bullshit and leave me.”