I can tell she’s close just by the way her legs move closer together, her fingers pinching into my forearm as she clutches it in her hand. Her sounds changing in pitch just the slightest bit. I press my mouth to her ear, letting go of her bun to pinch her nipples between my fingers. “Say it, Laney Girl. Tell me who’s making you come.”
It’s barely out of my mouth before her thighs clamp around my hand, her toes curling in the air as she moans my name. “Jessie, Jessie, Jessie, ah, Jessie!”
I’d sell my soul to hear that sound on repeat. The sound of my name leaving her lips like a prayer. I let her get her breathing under control then turn her in my arms, cradling her to my chest. Palming her face, I can smell the sweet scent of her on my fingers and it drives me nuts. My dick is begging for its own taste of her, but I ignore it, pressing my lips to my sweet girl’s forehead and brushing the wild hair from her face as she stares up at me. I want to watch her ride my dick, see those beautiful tits of hers bounce in my face, but I know she’s already going to feel guilty for allowing herself this.
So I don’t push her. I just let her lay in my arms, and live in every moment. Even if it's just for the next few hours, my Laney Girl is all mine and I’m determined to watch her come as many times as I can. Hear my name on her lips over and over until she can’t say it anymore. She is my queen and I’m going to remind her of it.
We stayed the night at the drive-in, sleeping for maybe two hours before the sun came up to ruin my bliss. My chest aches at the thought of her going to Donatello after this. He doesn’t fucking deserve her. She didn’t have any missed messages from him and it doesn’t sit well with me. I expected him to at least check in on her.
Pulling into the lot with her car, I bite my lip at the sight of Donatello leaning against Laney’s car. She sits up in her seat, frowning at the sight of him. “Is that Donatello?” I don’t answer, but it most definitely fucking is. “Why is he here? How’d he know where my car was?”
“He has a tracker on it.” I park the SUV, grabbing the brass knuckles from my center console as Laney watches me with obvious confusion. I also grab a smoke, tucking it behind my ear while I grab my lighter to stuff in my pocket. The brass sliding over my fingers last.
“What are you doing?” I don’t look at her but I can see her fidgeting with the door handle like she’s not sure what she should do out of the corner of my eye, my actions making her more nervous. She doesn’t question the tracker. Which I guess why would she, she is sister to Capo Famiglia.
“Laney Girl, in case you’ve forgotten, I just spent the night with you and that angry son of a bitch who hits with the force of a fucking bull is your actual boyfriend.”
She doesn’t say anything, but the look on her face tells me that she’s getting what I’m saying. That Donatello definitely did not want her coming with me or having a good time. I open my door, pulling the revolver from the back of my waistband to toss onto the seat as Laney climbs out her side, walking toward Donatello with stiff shoulders. The gun is probably the only way I can actually win this fight, but that’s not how I plan to handle things. I’d rather get my ass handed to me with dignity.
Although I know for a fact I’m about to get my face pummeled, it’s somewhat satisfying seeing him after having Laney spread for me all night, knowing that he was awake, thinking the worst every fucking second she was gone. As I get closer I can see he doesn’t have his rings on, and if I were a smarter man, I would turn around and leave while I still can walk. I open my mouth instead. “You know I was thinking I should have kept her a little longer, and now I wish I had.” I pull the cigarette out from behind my ear, holding it with my lips as I light it. Watching Donatello’s eyes snap from Laney to me. “But my fingers were starting to cramp up anyway.”
Delaney’s face whips my way, her eyes wide at my words. It hurts my chest to have her hear me talk like that about her, but if Donatello’s anger is on me she won’t get the worst of it. Especially when she doesn’t even deserve it.
“Say goodbye to your pup, Vita Mia. Because it’s the last time you’ll see him while he can still breathe.”
Pulling a drag from my smoke, I watch him as he rolls his shoulders, tongue rolling over his teeth as he mentally plans out exactly how he’s going to break me. If I’m being completely honest with myself, my plan of hoping he won’t kill me because of Laney is starting to look like a terrible fucking one.
“Donatello. Don’t do this.” Laney puts her hand on his arm and the look he gives her has me dropping my cigarette onto the ground and crushing it as I make my way to him. Her hand drops from his arm like he’s on fire, the pain etched across her beautiful features carved into my own heart. Fucking prick.
He’s still looking at her when my brass knuckles
