The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set (82 page)

“You have my word; please don’t worry. I’m here now and I will always protect you and your mom. And son, I’m not going anywhere.”

Their hands tightened around each other’s as though they were making a pact for life, and then Johnny turned his face away from his father to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

*     *     *

Mary was looking
down at her screen to see any incoming message from her sister.

Lisa:
OMG. I wish I were there. Give Johnny a big hug from me before you leave. I love the pictures.

Mary texted her back.

Mary:
I’ll take more before I go. Next time, you’ll be in them.

She didn’t have to wait long for the next message.

Lisa:
From your lips. . . How is it going?

Mary:
Very well. Gio asked him to call him Dad. He is. They are talking baseball. Gio is a little upset he isn’t a Yankee Fan.

Lisa:
Oh No! I should have warned him.

Mary:
Gio also told him that story about the bikes.

Lisa:
Oh No. He better not corrupt him.

Mary:
It’s Gio. You know that is going to happen.

This time the message didn’t come right back.

Lisa:
Yes. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Mary:
Love you, sis. Chin up. Let me take a quick video for you.

Lisa:
Yes, please!

An hour later, Lisa was watching her son, and Gio chat and smile while sitting next to each other in the commons under the alcove that she and Johnny had sat at many a time doing homework or having dinner. She’d watched all the clips numerous times already. She could not make out what they were saying, but just seeing the two of them, together at last, made her feel confidant, that they would at least have each other. She wished she had been there. Again the guilt threatened to swallow her. She should have done this years ago.

Mary’s kids were both sound asleep. And she went into the kitchen to put on a kettle for some tea, when the next message came in.

Mary:
We are leaving now. Gio and Johnny made you this video.

Lisa’s fingers trembled as she hit the arrow to start the clip.

Gio had his arm around their son. Her son was speaking. “I love and miss you mom. Dad is awesome. He is coming back Friday to pick me up with Aunt Mary. Hope you are doing well. I’m glad you are staying at Dad’s place.” Gio chimed in. “Awesome kid. Lisa you did an amazing job with him. See you in a bit.” She watched as her son turned towards his father and hugged him for all he was worth. The tears streamed down her face, as she watched Gio bend down and kiss the top of Johnny’s head. She quickly tapped back a message.

Lisa:
Love you, Johnny. Thank you Mary, and Gio. I’m crying here watching this. Thank you for including me.

She watched that video ten times in a row, until the kettle on the stove shrilled its readiness and threatened to wake up Mary’s kids.

*     *     *

When Mary and
Gio pulled up outside shortly after ten, Lisa was a wreck. The tea had not helped to soothe her tattered nerves. The kids were still asleep, and Mary seeing her and knowing her, did not ask. Gio helped carry the sleeping kids to the car, and Mary gave her sister a big hug.

“It went so well, Lisa. Things will be okay. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you everything. Okay.”

Lisa nodded. From the faraway look she had in her eyes, Mary knew she was close to the edge. “Thanks, Mary. I love you.”

“Love you too.” She climbed into her car wanting to hug her sister one more time, but Gio was there too, and he was closing her door.

“Thanks, Mary.” He nodded behind him towards Lisa whispering softly to Mary. “Don’t worry about Lisa. I got this.”

Mary was relieved that Gio had also picked up on her sister’s emotional state, and let out a held breath. Her sister was going to have a meltdown. She smiled and then turned the ignition to start her minivan and pulled away from the curb carefully. These two needed to talk, and though she knew her sister needed comforting, she also knew Gio and Lisa needed to be alone right now. She was relieved to know that she was leaving her sister in good hands. She looked to be at the breaking point.

Take Me to . . . Bed

W
hen Gio walked
back into the house and Lisa turned to him the raw emotion was clearly evident on her face, and he was sure his face revealed similar emotions. The entire ride back in the car all he could think about was Johnny. His son. Now, all he could think about was Lisa, and the pain he saw there.

“It’s been just two weeks,” she choked on her sob. “I miss him so much.” And Gio understood. In an instant he pulled her to him and reaching up one hand he cupped her head and sought out her lips. It was the only thing he could think of to fill the void she must be feeling.

Lisa’s need was powerful. She clung to Gio and returned the kiss and soon her hands were clutching and grasping him. He was her rock in this moment. The heat, the emotion expressed in their embrace soon overcame anything else. She needed to be loved—by him. Words weren’t needed.

Gio’s hands were in hair, fisting it as he crushed her mouth to his. It was an invasion now, pure and simple. It was carnal in a heartbeat. He left no part of her mouth unchartered. Her tongue clashed with his, and she jumped up onto him wrapping her legs around him as the skirt of her dress slid up her thighs. Lisa pressed into him so she could feel his arousal. She needed this. Him. Heat coursed through her as she felt the wetness pool deep inside of her. Only Gio had ever made her feel like this.

And Gio felt it too. His arms supported her weight and gripped her softness to him like iron. His hands no longer gentle, stroked and explored her ass. He squeezed her cheeks and it was rough. He wanted to be inside her to feed his addiction.

Both of them were breathing erratically gasping for air as their hands banked the flames higher. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth and she moaned her pleasure pushing against him until he could feel her heat on his stomach. Gio’s mouth trailed down to her neck, and feathered kisses and bites along her collarbone.

Lisa threw her head back to give him better access enjoying each kiss and caress.

“Lisa,” he murmured against her neck, “I need to be inside of you.”

Her response was to get down and take his hand and lead him to the sofa, but Gio had other ideas.

“Oh God,” she moaned as Gio turned her around so that he was pressing himself into her ass. His hands reached around her circling her waist, and in instant he had yanked off her skirt leaving her in just her panties. His hand slipped inside and he found her slick folds already wet and he began to rub her so that she pushed her ass harder against his cock causing him to release his held breath through his clamped teeth. “Take me to bed, Gio. Please,” she begged. Her words came out harshly. She was desperate to be close to him.

Gio wanted her too. This woman was his, the mother of his son. Her touch seared. Ever since he first a laid eyes on her again, he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her. He felt like a teenaged boy with absolutely no control. Swinging her up into his arms he carried her up the flight of stairs and kicked open his door with his foot. He set her down and began to strip as she did the same.

Lisa inhaled sharply as he approached her. Just looking at him was a sight to behold. His body was rock hard. His chest was chiseled perfection. He was flawless and the tattoo across his chest flexed as he stalked towards her. His nostrils flared as he descended onto the bed and his mouth immediately sought out the flesh on top of her breasts that the demi-bra revealed. He tasted each one, and then popped the cups down so he could take first one and then the other nipple into his mouth. Lisa leaned into the embrace arching her back and cupping his head with her hands. Her nipples tightened into rock hard pebbles as he used his teeth to tug each one forming peaks and causing flames to flicker in her pussy.

One of Gio’s hands trailed from the side of her breast to softly flutter down her side to stroke erotically across her rib cage, and then the small rounded slope of her stomach that had remained since child birth. Then she gasped as his hand dipped into her panties once more to lightly stroke her clit using two fingers.

Gio needed to be inside of her, but first he wanted to be sure she was ready. He slid first one finger inside of her folds, and was happy she was. Using two fingers he did it again, and then brought the fingers up to his mouth to taste her sweetness. Her moan of loss brought his fingers back down and he immediately found her clit, already unsheathed, swollen and engorged, as he brought her closer and closer to the precipice. Lisa was panting and began to meet his strokes by gyrating her hips in time to his ministrations.

Lisa felt for Gio’s cock wanting to please him too. He was rock hard and she could feel the veins pumping blood as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. She couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her once more, filling her, stretching her, joining them together. Her nipples hardened even more in expectation. “Gio, please,” she begged pulling on his cock, stroking him. His response was a grunt.

Gio’s hand left her folds, and he lay her down, yanking her panties off in one fluid motion while kneeling over her, taking all of her body in. Despite the scars, her body, so long and lean, had always mesmerized him.

Lisa watched him hold his cock in one hand and place it at her opening. “Please. I need you baby. I love you.” She saw a shadow pass his eyes, but it passed too quickly for her to be sure.

Bearing his weight on one hand he knelt between her legs. Her words had given him pause. But he couldn’t think of that now when he wanted to find his release inside of her. His cock was pulsing and his balls were already beginning to tighten painfully. When she pushed her hips upwards to meet his engorged penis, he slammed into her, penetrating her to the core. He paused just a moment before he began to move. When he felt she was ready indicated by her nails that dug into his back releasing, he pulled back with his hips, and looked down so he could see the joining of their two bodies once more and rammed into her again. Hard. Then again.

With each thrust Lisa felt a oneness with Gio she had never felt before. Each powerful thrust claimed every inch of her slick sheath and he slowly ground against her clit to build up her desire once more. Being with Gio, his eyes watching the joining of their bodies over and over again had her climbing higher and higher. She began to feel her climax coming on. She needed more, and sank her nails into his back to encourage him to go faster.

“Oh Gio! Yes, faster,” she moaned her pleasure, as she began to ride the waves of this emotional connection. She exploded and the walls of her pussy clenched him tightly.

“Oh, Lisa,” Gio murmured and panted. “You feel so good.”

His pace increased to a frantic speed as he slipped inside her over and over again, her wetness making him glide. It was wild, and fast. Lisa felt another orgasm coming on, and she knew he was close too as his body tensed under her fingers.

“Oh, fuck!” Gio grunted as his cock began to jerk inside of her, sending Lisa over the precipice again.

“Baby, I love you. Yes!” she cried out as her body thrashed, and her pussy quaked with her love for this man and what only he could do to her, and Gio, finding his own release collapsed beside her.

He lie there for a moment until his heart rate settled, and Lisa curled into him. Absently he stroked her back as she cuddled into his side kissing his chest, and murmuring her words of love. And Gio felt like an ass, but something inside him made him push her away. She looked up, her eyes questioning and insecure.

“Sorry, Lisa. I . . . I am not ready for more than just sex.” Her face fell. “It’s too soon for anything more.” Her look of disappointment tore at him. Shaking his head in regret, he looked at her sadly, got up, picked up his clothes and walked across the hall.