Some of the guys chuckle.
Adan glares at her. “You’re done here. Come back when they leave.”
“Shall I straighten your sheets? Warm your bed? Iron your panties? Is there anything I can do, anything at all?”
He keeps the glare.
The chuckles go in.
It’s hilarious because Ramona is talking in a frilly, lady-like voice that just makes it sound so much funnier.
“Leave,” Adan growls.
“Yes, my liege,” she bows again and then turns, taking my hand and swooping out of the room with me laughing behind her.
God, I love her spirit.
She’s a wildfire, reckless and out of control, unable to be contained or calmed. But she’s also beautiful and free as a bird.
I love that about her.
More than she’ll ever know.
“TALK TO ME ABOUT GIORGIO’S girlfriend,” Riggs says, beer in hand, looking over some information he’s been given on my older brother.
We’re still at Adan’s house, and we’re all a little more relaxed after a few drinks. We’ve been talking about what our plan of action is, and Riggs has had a few of the guys looking into Giorgio and trying to figure out what they can use to ensure he stops doing what he’s doing. There is not a lot on my brother, which doesn’t surprise me considering he’s a smart man. He wouldn’t leave too many trails.
We’re running out of time. If we don’t find something on him, then he’ll find something on the club and it’ll blow up in a big way. The members could likely to go prison, but not only that, my brother would be putting his life in danger. Riggs can control this chapter of the club, but he can’t control all of it, which means there would be the risk of the other chapters coming after him.
He could have his life taken.
“Sian,” I mutter. “She is awful. Like if the two worst people you know had a baby, and that baby was dropped on its head a few times, that would be Sian. She is the most selfish, cold, stuck up human I know. Yet, for whatever reason, my brother is with her. Not only that but he’s planning on marrying her. I have never understood why. He rips into me for being childish and not growing up, yet he’s dating the literal version of a Kelly doll. She’s a child in an adult's body. It makes zero sense to me, and it’s not just me, it’s the entire family.”
Riggs narrows his eyes. “That’s interesting. Men don’t date women like that if they’re as smart as your brother unless there is a reason behind it. Hank, look into the girlfriend, see what you can find on her and her family. Do you know much about her family?”
He's directing the last question at me. “No, I’ve never met them. Come to think of it, Giorgio hasn’t spoken a great deal about them. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s estranged from them or if it’s just that we haven’t had the pleasure yet. Either way, I couldn’t tell you anything about that side of her life.”
Riggs nods slowly, his mind going over a million scenarios. Come to think of it, I have often wondered why Giorgio is with Sian. She is horrid and he is such a well put together guy. It has never seemed quite right. Could there be a reason she’s with him? And we just don’t know it?
My mind is spinning now, too.
“I’ll get onto it,” Hank tells Riggs and stands.
He disappears and I look to Ramona, who is pursuing her lips. “I wonder if they’ve got some sort of relationship where there is a deal behind it? Maybe he’s getting paid to be with her. Oh oh, maybe he was blackmailed into being with her because they have a child they gave up for adoption and nobody can know about it.”
I laugh. “I doubt it, but those are all good theories.”
“It would have to do with business, I’d bet on it.” Riggs murmurs.
“Well, here’s hoping we can find something and sort this out,” I exhale. “Because I don’t need my brother controlling Stefano’s life forever. He needs to be taken down a few levels.”
Riggs reaches over and squeezes my knee. “We’ve got this.”
Oh, I’m sure he does.
I’m more than sure he does.
23
“OH, GOD,” I WHIMPER, clutching the sheets as Riggs devours my pussy, his tongue doing incredible things to me as his fingers slip and out, gently stroking the aching bundle of nerves inside me. “Riggs.”
“Cash,” he growls against my flesh. “Call me Cash.”
“Cash,” I cry out. “Yes.”
I find my release and my body trembles as he keeps going, making me clench my legs and cry out even louder. After a few minutes, he pulls away and positions himself over me. I curl my leg around his hip and he kisses me. I can taste myself on him and it only turns me on more. I kiss him deeply as he slides his cock inside me, and that’s all I need for the cries of pleasure to start again.
He fucks me slowly, almost lovingly.
His hips move, pulling his dick in and out.
“You need to go faster,” I plead, gripping his shoulders. “I can’t take it. Please.”
He comes down until his entire body is pressing against mine. He drops his head into my shoulder, turns it to the side, and kisses my neck as he keeps moving, dragging his cock in and out in the most torturous manner. I wrap my arms around him, loving how close he is, loving how it feels to have his masculine energy surrounding me like this.
I bury my face into his neck and breath him in as the most exquisite pleasure rolls over my body.
I can’t take it anymore and I cum with a deep intensity that I haven’t experienced before. It’s almost beautiful in its delivery. A warmth that spreads slowly out, a pleasure that isn’t explosive but is so incredible that it feels like my
