Romancing Tommy Gabrini (35 page)

“Then
I would suggest you finish your water, grab your purse, and head back to
Seattle now,” Trina said.

Grace
looked at her.
 
“Why would you say
something like that?”

“Because
it’s true, Grace.
 
If you want to be with
Tommy Gabrini, you’ve got to understand a few things.”

“Such
as?”

“He
will be wearing the pants twenty-four-seven.
 
There’s no two ways about it.
 
And
I know how you feel about that, too.
 
I
was where you are now myself once.
 
When
I first met Reno I couldn’t stand how he always had to handle everything for
me.
 
From what I wore to what I drove to
any enemies I might have had, he always had to take care of it for me.
 
Used to drive me insane.”
 
She smiled.
 
“Now I love it.”

This
surprised Grace.
 
“You do?”

“Oh,
yes.
 
Absolutely adore it.”

“But
you didn’t feel as if you lost a part of yourself?”

Trina
thought about that.
 
“I lost that need to
always have to prove myself.
 
I lost that
complete sense of self-reliance that was born more out of necessity than want.
 
When I decided to give my heart to Reno, I
had to let him take care of it, too.”

“And
he never broke it?”

Trina
hesitated.
 
“I can’t say that.
 
We’ve had some tough times in our
marriage.
 
Some awful times.
 
We once even separated for nearly a
year.
 
But everything we went through, I
had to learn that Reno was looking out for my best interest.
 
And I’m telling you, Reno and Tommy are cut
from the same cloth.
 
It’s no accident
that they’re not only first cousins, but best friends.
 
They are closer than brothers.”

“There
are some differences,” Grace said.

“Yeah,
like what?”

Grace
knew she had to tread carefully.
 
“Tommy’s
not a mob boss, for one thing,” she said and then looked at Trina.

Trina
sipped her water.
 
“I don’t know what
Tommy told you about it, or what you read about it, but Reno isn’t any mob
boss, either.
 
Does he stand his ground
and don’t take shit from anybody? Yes.
 
But so does Tommy.
 
Tommy might
not be all out there like Reno, but make no mistake about it, Grace.
 
He’s just as ruthless.”

Grace’s
heart pounded.
 
Then she thought about
Cam.
 
She couldn’t stand him, but Jillian
loved him.
 
“They aren’t going to kill
him or anything like that, right?” she asked Trina.

“Probably
not.”

“Probably?
 
But that means they could?”

“They’ll
do what’s the right thing to do.
 
That
asshole slapped you.
 
What do you think
Tommy’s going to do to him?
 
Tell him,
good job, keep up the good work
?
 
He’s going to kick his ass, that’s what he’s
going to do. And Slapper is going to deserve every kick.”

Grace
smiled.
 
“Yes, he will deserve it,” she
agreed.
 
Then she exhaled.
 
“I guess I’m just not used to a man taking
care of things for me.”

“Get
used to it.
 
The Gabrini men put alpha in
alpha male.
 
Get used to it, honey.”

Grace
glanced as Trina twirled her diamond ring.
 
“You mentioned clothes,” she said.
 

Trina
looked at her.
 
“Clothes?”

“You
said Reno even began picking out the clothes you wore.
 
You didn’t find that a little offensive?”

“I
did at first, I’m not gonna front.
 
But
then I started hanging around in Reno’s world and I realized I wasn’t just
representing myself anymore.
 
I
represented him now.
 
And I had to dress
and act accordingly.
 
If I didn’t want
flash, then I should have married a farmer.
 
But I didn’t.
 
I married Reno.”

“Is
Tommy flashy in your opinion?”

Trina
laughed.
 
“Tommy is the epitome of flash,
you hear me, girl?
 
He is flash!”

Grace
laughed, too.

“They
don’t call him Dapper Tom for nothing,” Trina continued.
 
Then she looked at Grace’s dress.
 
“And your style is nice, I’ll give you that.”

“But
it’s not up to Tommy’s standards?” Grace suggested.

“Not
even,” Trina admitted.
 
“But don’t
worry.
 
By the time he’s ready to put a
ring on that finger, he’ll have you rocking it.
 
Just like Reno did me.
 
They know
what they’re doing.”

Grace
laughed again.
 
She wanted desperately to
follow up, and felt comfortable enough to do so.

“I
wonder if he’ll ever put a ring on my finger, to be honest with you,” she said
to Trina.

To
her relief, Trina nodded.
 
“I know
exactly how you feel.
 
I’ve been in that
place, too.
 
And with Tommy, even more so
than Reno, it would be revolutionary for him to ask a girl to marry him.
 
Especially after the last time he gave it a
whirl, I’m not gonna lie to you.
 
But
it’s not impossible.”

That
wasn’t particularly encouraging, but Grace didn’t pursue it.

It
would take another few minutes before Cam, with Tommy and Reno following,
appeared in the lounge.
 

Grace
and Trina watched closely as Cam left Tommy and Reno and walked up to
Grace.
 
Grace’s body clenched.
 
To her amazement, he didn’t appear to have
been roughed up at all.

But
she could tell he was approaching her under duress.
 

“I
want to apologize to you, Grace,” he said to her.
 
“Slapping you was wrong and it won’t happen
again.
 
I, in fact, won’t ever come
within a thousand yards of you again.
 
Do
you accept my apology?”

Grace
found it rich that Cam would allow himself to be forced like this.
 
But she loved the fact that he agreed to stay
away from her.
 
“Yes,” she said.
 
“I accept your agreement to leave me alone.”

Trina
smiled.
 
Cam looked as if he wanted to
slap Grace again, but he glanced back at Tommy and Reno.
 
He left her side and headed back to his
booth.
 

Grace
and Trina watched as he sat down and then quickly stood back up, wincing in
pain.
 
And then he grabbed his girl by
the hand, told her to come on they were leaving Vegas, and then, without so
much as a glance their way, headed out of the lounge, and then the lobby,
altogether.

Grace
and Trina looked at each other.
 
“Now you
see why you should let Tommy handle it?” she asked.
 
“He gets it done.”

Grace
smiled.
 
“Yes, he does,” she said
affectionately, and Trina laughed.

And
then they made their way to the waiting Gabrinis.

CHAPTER TWENTY

After
a wonderful night of dancing, drinking, and partying with Reno and Tree, Grace woke
up the next morning, in their big, comfy hotel bed, feeling perfectly
contented.
 
She didn’t want to be
anywhere else in this world.
 
She didn’t
want to be in love with any other man on the face of this earth.
 
And she was beginning to feel as if she wasn’t
going to find a better future in-law than she just might have found in
Tree.
 
She woke up feeling as if this
Vegas trip, with Tommy at the helm, could possibly become the best trip she’d
ever had.
 
She was loving it.

She
also woke up loving the feel of Tommy’s mouth feasting hungrily on her pussy.

She
didn’t realize it at first.
 
She thought
those rippling feelings were a wonderful hangover from a wonderful night.
 
But when she began to feel repeated swipes of
his tongue making long, slow licks on her cunt, the kind of licks that made her
insides tingle, she knew it was more at work here than yesterday’s joy.

Tommy
was at work here.
 
And he was working
expertly.
 

She
moaned to the feel of his mouth all over her.
 
And he wasn’t just licking.
 
He
was eating and biting, and opening her folds wider and sucking deep inside of
her.
 
She laid there, on her back, as his
mouth kept roaming her pussy as if he was roaming for food, and he was eating
her dry.

She
was already naked.
 
Which, at first,
surprised her.
 
She remembered when they
returned to their hotel room, both of them buzzed, and showered together.
 
After fucking her up her ass, which, given
Tommy’s size, was just as much pain as joy for her, he then bathe her
again.
 
He remained in the shower afterwards,
bathing himself, while she got out, dried off, put on her gown and went to
bed.
 

She
had no idea when he had finished bathing and came to bed himself, because she
had fallen asleep.
 
Now her gown was off
of her body and bunched up beside her pillow, and Tommy was mouth-fucking her
senseless.

Until
he finally stopped, slid her naked body closer to his, opened her legs even
wider, and then put his dick in her.

She
felt the sensation of his entry immediately, as her already sensual body began
to squirm with passion.
 
And she knew it
was going to be to a long, arduous fuck because he kept teasing her.
 
He kept pulling it in and then taking it all
the way out, and then he’d rub his dick against her clit, over and over, as if
he had to slow it down or he would spill on out.
 
Which never happened when she had sex with
Tommy.
 
Tommy never came prematurely.

But
he continued to take it slow.
 
And she
loved it.
 
She relaxed against those silk
sheets and let him pleasure her in his own time.
 
She began to fondle her breasts as he fucked
her, because the heat had penetrated all the way up her entire body.
 
And then Tommy leaned down and took care of
that, too.
 
He sucked and kissed and fondled
her top, as his masterful dick kept pounding her bottom.
 
She felt the feeling all over, and kept
squirming and arching as the sensation rolled all over her.

As
always, she was the first to cum.
 
Tommy
always managed to make sure of that.
 
And
this morning was no exception.
 
Her
vaginal muscles clamped down hard as soon as the rippling began, and she
climaxed with screams that even a hotel wall couldn’t lessen.
 

Her
climaxed always did it for Tommy.
 
Every
time she clenched and clamped, he came.
 
His dick couldn’t take the tightness.
 
His dick couldn’t fight the new friction.
 
He spilled out with a release that caused him
to strain with elation.
 

“Oh,
yes,” he said softly.
 
“Yes,” softer
still.
 
Until he was merely mouthing
unspoken words as he couldn’t stroke or gyrate or even move another muscle.
 
He had saturated her pussy.
 
He had satiated her desire.
 
And all he was able to now do was stop, look,
and fall off of her and onto his back.
 
His chest was pounding.
 
His heart
was beating out loud.

Grace
smiled. “That’s what I call good sex,” she said.

“Good?”
Tommy mumbled between his bouts of hyperventilation, as if she had grossly
underestimated what they’d just experienced.
 
But because Grace had expected him to object to her characterization,
she laughed.
 
She knew it was great,
too.
 
She just felt giddily happy.
 
She loved needling Tommy.