Reno Gabrini: A Man in Full (21 page)

Reno was surprised that Trina had mentioned their disagreement, since she usually didn’t go there with people, but they were her folks.  “We’re see what happens,” he decided to respond.  “But speaking of that wife of mine, where can I find her?”

“She’s going to be so happy you came,” Earnestine said, although Reno wasn’t so sure.  “She’s out back with the other young people,” Earnestine added.

And Reno headed around the back of the church, where there was an even larger crowd.  And when he saw Trina standing there, running her mouth with some good looking black guy, he continued walking, but with a slower gait.  Not that she seemed as if she was enjoying herself.  Because she wasn’t.  He could see it even from where he was.  She was just as miserable about their separation as he was.  Not that she didn’t love her folks, because she did.  But she hated that he made her come here.  He knew it as sure as he knew her body.  And he knew her body.

And she proved his knowledge when she glanced around and just so happened to see him coming toward her.  Her heart soared when she saw him, and she handed her glass to Amos.

“I’ve got to run,” she said, and began walking furiously fast toward her husband.  So fast that she began to run.  Betty and the others looked.  His heart leaped with joy when they met up and she leaped into his arms.  It was as if their disagreement never happened.  It was as if nothing was going to ever cause them to lose sight of their love.

“Oh, baby,” Reno said as he wrapped her tightly in his arms.  He wanted to kiss her, but he knew he would get too carried away on these church grounds, so he just hugged her instead.

Then they leaned back, with his arms still wrapped around her waist, and her arms still wrapped around his, and looked at each other.  His full head of brown hair was a tousled mess as usual, and his big blue eyes looked tired and almost bloodshot.  But to Trina nobody could have looked more inviting.

Reno was pleased to see her too.  Her thick, wind-blown hair was dancing around her beautiful brown face, and the corduroyed pantsuit she wore fit her snug as a rug.  But Reno frowned.  It had to be thirty degrees this Saturday afternoon, and that was all she wore?

He swept her into his arms again, and although he knew he shouldn’t do it given where they were, he couldn’t help himself.  Her lips were too alluring.  He planted a kiss on her that demonstrated the fact that he had not held her, or kissed her, for a week. 

But he was still displeased.

“Where’s your coat?” he asked when they stopped kissing.

Trina flicked at her suit jacket.  “I have on a coat,” she said.

“You have on a jacket.  Where’s your overcoat?  It’s thirty degrees out here, Trina.”

Trina used to fight against his heavy-handedness and possessiveness.  She used to feel as if he didn’t give her credit for anything.  She felt she could handle her business just fine.  But she knew him now.  He cared deeply about her, and worried about her.  She understood it now.

So instead of rolling her eyes the way she used to do back in the early days of their marriage, or instead of asking where was
his
overcoat, she explained.  “I left it in the car,” she said.   “I didn’t think it was going to get this cold out here.”

That satisfied him, although he still didn’t like the idea that she hadn’t gone back and got it yet.  He kissed her again.  And placed his arm around her waist again.  “I missed you,” he said.

“I missed you more,” she said.  “How’s our children?”

“Jimmy has full custody of his baby brother until I bring you home.”

She laughed.  “Then Little Dommi’s in good hands,” she said with certainty.

“Can’t argue with that,” Reno agreed.  “Who’s the guy you were talking to?”

“Oh.  That’s Amos.  We went to kindergarten together.  Want to meet him?”

“Some other time,” Reno said, staring into her eyes.  Then he let out a heavy exhale.  “Think you’re rested enough to come back home to me?” he asked her.

She smiled. “Too rested,” she said.

“I want you on that plane with me today.”  She beamed.  “But first,” he added, pulling her closer, “I want you spread out naked on a bed.  And I’ll take it from there.”  Trina’s heat began to rise.  “Any bed,” he added, “will do.”

Trina thought about her bedroom at her parents’ new home.  “I know just the place,” she said, grabbed him by the hand, and took him there.

Amos, and Betty, and all of Trina’s former friends, watched as they made their getaway.

SIXTEEN

Reno had her exactly where he wanted her.  Naked in bed, her legs wide open, with him between those legs, eating her relentlessly.

Trina closed her eyes with a knowing smile on her face as his tongue sliced deep between her folds and licked up her vaginal juices as if he was savoring the taste.  He licked her with long, slow, loving licks.  He ate her with bites that made the tip of her nose tingle.  And she moaned and slid her ass from side to side, and let Reno do his expert work.

Reno was moaning too, as he ate her.  The smell of her, the sheer fact that it was her, that he was doing the very person he wanted to fuck above all others, made him feel as if he was floating in sensations.   His dick was so hard beneath him that he, too, had to move around to keep it from cumming.  It had been six days.  Six long days since he had the pleasure of pleasing his wife, and he was holding nothing back.

He licked every inch of her cunt.  He licked so long that her folds were red and swollen.  He ate and licked on her so long that he had run out of room to eat and lick, and was now eating and licking the outer limits of her vagina, the sides, the front, her pubic hair.  His oral became so wild that her overly sensual body had squirmed and squirmed until the top of her head was butting against the bed’s headboard.  His oral became so wildly intense that her legs wrapped around his neck and her hips lifted up higher and higher as he ate her dry. 

And then he looked up at her.  His thick chest was breathing in and out in near-hyperventilation already.  But he was just beginning.

He got on his knees, grabbed her by the thighs, and slid her until her cunt was now butting against his rock-hard penis.  He took his thick, pink head and guided it into her ripe, brown pussy, and as soon as he felt her cunt and she felt his hardness, they both began to groan.  He moved in further, straining himself to hold back and not cum right away.  Because he wanted to savor the feeling.  He wanted to fuck her for hours.  He couldn’t hang that long, he already knew there was no way.  But he was going to try.

He tried.  He stroked Trina in long, loving strokes that made her hold onto his elbows as his powerful gyrations unsteadied her.  This was no easy fuck.  It was grunt work.  Reno wasn’t just stroking her.  He was massaging her.  He was taking his dick and making it slide along her vaginal walls like a scrapper.  Only he was scrapping to the surface every sensual sensation she had within her.  He was roughing her up as he fucked her.  And she loved being handled this way.

He lifted her up as he fucked her, and leaned her naked body against his.  She rested the side of her face against his muscular chest as he held her tightly in his arms.  And he continued to stroke up and down, deep inside of her, with his dick gaining more and more friction from her the more he pushed.  She was getting smaller, not bigger, as her cunt clamped around his dick and caused him to nearly go out of his mind with heightened sensations. 

And he came.  He couldn’t hold back a moment longer.  He leaned back, with her glued against his sweaty body, and poured into her like a man exhaling his last breath.  His massive biceps were all veins and strain as he poured into her.  He didn’t want to beat her to the punch, that wasn’t his style to cum first, but it had been six long days.  He wasn’t accustomed to being without her this long.  And he couldn’t hold back.

But his climax was only seconds ahead of hers.  Because she came too.  The heat from his output alone was enough to do her in.  She cried out as she came.  She screamed his name as the pulsations of his dick throbbed against her vagina and tightened her to a point where she felt, not just the hardness of his dick, but the very coarseness of it too. 

And he kept thrashing into her, as they both experienced the magnitude of the sensations.  His cum was mixing with her cum and it was all sliding out, like milk, until there was nothing left to empty.  Until there was nothing left to feel.  Until Reno found himself leaned so far backwards that he was now sitting on his ass, and Trina was sitting on his lap.  And his dick, remarkably, was still pulsating inside of her.

Trina woke up later to find Reno, lying on his side, staring at her.  He smiled when she opened her big, hazel eyes.

“I missed you,” he said.  “I miss my girl.”

Trina, however, looked serious.  She studied his handsome face.  “Your hair is a mess,” she said.

He laughed.  “You’re one to talk,” he said, running his hands through her wild hair. 

But she still didn’t smile.  Because she knew they had an issue.  An issue she’d been thinking about, almost nonstop, ever since she arrived in Mississippi. 

Reno saw the distress in her eyes.  “We’re going to be okay, babe,” he reassured her.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking while I’ve been away,” she said.  “A lot of thinking.  And I’ve decided to trust your judgment, Reno, and relocate Champagne’s to the PaLargio.”

Reno stared at her.  It was his time to look serious now.  He hadn’t expected her to ever give in.  “But you’ll be under my thumb again,” he said. 

She was shocked.  In all the arguments she had with Reno about that business of hers, he never once intimated that he understood why she wanted her business to be separate from his.  But apparently he did understand.  He understood how her independence meant so much to her, and how she was determined to hold onto it.  She loved that about him.  But it was still shocking to know.

“Oh, yeah,” Reno said, noticing her shock, “I heard what you were saying to me.  You didn’t want to lose your definition.  I heard you.”

Trina stared at him.

“And you won’t have to,” he went on.  “While you’ve been gone, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too.  And I believe it’s your judgment I need to trust.”

This confounded Trina.  “My judgment?”

“Your judgment.  I have over a hundred businesses inside the PaLargio.  I own outright many of them, and because of the location alone, I own a piece of the rest of them.  And I don’t give those businesses a second thought.  Those businesses don’t mean shit to me, Tree.  Just more revenue stream for my real thing, for my PaLargio.  Champagne’s is different.  It’s your thing, your real deal.  It’s your real thing.   And you deserve to keep it separate from mine.”

Trina sat up on her elbows.  Her naked breasts spilled out as the sheet dropped down. “What are you saying, Reno?”

Reno exhaled.  This wasn’t an easy decision for him.  Not by a long shot.  But he knew, for her, it was the only decision to be made.  “Champagne’s is yours, and I want you to keep it that way.”

Trina’s heart began to soar.  “And keep it where it is now?” she asked.

He nodded.  “And keep it where it is now,” he said, and she immediately threw herself into his arms.

“Oh, Reno!” he said with joy as she hugged him.  Then she looked into his eyes.  Tears were beginning to form in hers.  “I love you, man,” she said, heartfelt, to him.

“I love you more,” he said to her, stared into her eyes, and then began kissing her again.  Long and passionately.  He moved down, to her naked breasts, and began ravaging her there.  And Trina lifted her head, smiling as he sucked her breasts, and she knew it all over again. 

She had to be the luckiest woman in the world.

Two hours later and Jody Parks drove up to the Hathaway residence.

“I’m outside of the place now,” he said into his cell phone as he looked at the ranch-styled home.

“Good,” the voice on the other end said.  “But don’t come on too strong because she’s going to already be suspicious.  Just play it off as if you’re this rich guy with his own plane and it’s nothing for you to make this detour.  That’s how you have to play it.”

“What if she doesn’t buy it?”

“Then that means you didn’t play it right!  But I don’t care how you do it, you get her to spend some time with you.  I need you to be her confidant when her faith in Reno starts to waver.  She’s got to feel that you went out of your way to come and see about her.  She’s got to feel as if you’re a true friend to her, not some creepy stalker.  If you play it right.”

“Don’t worry,” he said.  “Before she leaves this town, I’ll have her believing my intentions are pure and I’m the best friend she could ever have.  She’ll think it’s just like old times, when we were as close as sister and brother.  Then I won’t owe you another dime and you people can leave me the hell alone.”

“If you do what you’re supposed to do, I’ll consider your debt paid.  You fuck up, and you’ll pay with your life.  That’s all.”

Jody could hear his heart began to pound.  How in the world did he get mixed up with people like this?  He killed the call and got out of the car. 

Upstairs, Trina was asleep on top of Reno when the doorbell rang.  She moved to get up, but Reno was holding her too tightly.  She didn’t want to wake him up, because he needed his rest, so she wiggled her way out of his grasp.

The doorbell was on its second round of rings by the time Trina slipped on a pair of shorts and threw on a t-shirt.  By the time she made it to the front door, it was on its third round of rings.

“Yes?” she asked as she looked out of the peephole.  When she saw it was Jody, she frowned.  “Jody?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said from the other side of the door.  “How are you?”

“What do you want?” she asked him.

“I felt bad about what happened at the Carlton.  I wanted to make it up to you.”

But it made no sense to Tree. They weren’t a few miles away.  They were a few states away!  “But why would you be in Dale?” she asked.  “In Mississippi?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” he said.  “I felt I needed to make it up to you.  I was on my way to a business meeting in Charleston.  I told my pilot to make an additional stop here in Mississippi.  And here I am!”  Then he smiled.  “You didn’t know I owned my own plane, did you?”