MOB BOSS 6: THE HEART OF RENO GABRINI (Mob Boss Series) (5 page)

It
would be another ten minutes before he could gather up the strength to lift
himself, and his wife, and take her to bed.

She
was on her stomach in bed and he was entering her again.
 
This time from the back.
 
This time it was a long, slow, steady
fuck.
 
Reno was lying down, on top of his
wife’s back, and his muscular body was gyrating her with precision strikes that
had him hitting, not various sweet spots around her vagina, but that one sweet
spot.
 
Over and over again.

Trina
loved when he fucked her this way.
 
It
felt as if an hard but sensual object was teasing her when he fucked her this
way.
 
And he knew how to make it
last.
 
She closed her eyes and
relaxed.
 
She loved the weight of his
naked body on top of her naked body.
 
She
loved the smell of his sex as he stroked her without a hint of ever
stopping.
 

This
was how he made passionate love to her.
 
That first fuck was all about relieving tension and marking
territory.
 
Trina understood that.
 
Reno was still upset with her for not meeting
his plane.
 
He still harbored some anger
toward her for not letting any of his flunkies know where she was.
 
He was the kind of man who wasn’t going to
stop reminding her who she belonged to, and the way he fucked her in their
living room was a searing reminder.
 
In
some ways it was a merciless reminder.
 
It felt good, and it fulfilled its job, but it felt like a punishment
too.

This
time was different.
 
Reno was expressing
love, not love mixed with anger.
 
He was
taking his time with her.
 
He was
reminding her, not of his possessiveness, but of his tenderness.
 
And she preferred it this way.

She,
in fact, loved it so much that she began to moan just as he began to
grunt.
 
It was as if they were completely
in sync.
 
It was getting too good for
both of them.
 
And his strokes began to
increase.
 
What felt like a rod teasing
her, now felt like a rod digging in.
 
He
was moving deeper and deeper in.
 
He was
still moving along that same side pocket.
 
He was still feeling the tightness of that special universe deep within
her.
 
He was still coasting along, loving
every second of the feel of her, the texture of her cunt, until she came.
 
He had been holding back, fighting for
control, and waiting for her release.
 

When
it came, it came like a tidal wave.
 
Trina kept trying to arch up, hitting her ass against his nakedness, as
the deepness of his penetration heightened her cum.
 
And she grabbed the sheets and closed her
eyes and did all she could to endure his continued thrashing.
 
It felt too good.
 
It felt too intense.
 
But she endured it.

Her
endurance alone broke him, and he came with a powerful release of his own.
 
He screamed her name as he poured into
her.
 
Veins appeared on his neck as he
poured out.
 
He poured out so much that
it began to drip out.
 
His thick dick
throbbed inside of her with such ferocity that she began to feel those
electrifying sensations ripple through her, and she came yet again.

Later
that same day Trina was sitting in the kitchen, at the granite countertop of
their huge center island, feeding Dominic.
 
Dommi sat in his high chair gladly eating his meal, and Trina treaded
carefully, as she was decked down in another suit Reno bought her, this one a
double-breasted, periwinkle blue pantsuit that fit her like a glove, and she
didn’t want it covered in her baby’s food before she could even leave the
house.
 
When Reno entered the room in a
bathrobe, Dommi began patting his hands and grinning.

“Daddy!”
he said jovially.

“Hey
there boy!
 
You eating up all my food?”

Dommi
grinned and nodded his head.

Reno
laughed and then looked at Trina.
  
She
looked like a princess to him.
 
He looked
gorgeous to her too, even with his wild hair and five o’clock shadow, but he
still looked tired.
 
“How long was I
asleep?” he asked as he approached her.

Trina
straightened her strained back and thought about it.
 
“Three hours,” she said.

“Geez,”
Reno said as he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.
 
He kissed his son on the forehead.
 
“I’ll bet every member of my senior staff has
been calling for me.”

“Not
just your senior staff,” Trina corrected him.
 
“Your junior staff, your
just got
here
staff, and the cleaning crew too.”

Reno
laughed.

“I do
believe every member of your staff has tried to call you, now that word is out
that you’re back.”

“What
did you tell them?”

“I
told them to get real.
 
You’re not
available until tomorrow morning.
 
You
won’t be in the office at all today, and I told them so.”

Reno
grinned and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl on the counter.
 
“They’re gonna love that.”

“They
hated it, but I don’t even care.
 
They
act like they can’t make any decision at all without your input.
 
I told them not to bug you while you were on
business in Florida, but I know they did.”

“Every
single day,” Reno said as he wiped his apple on his bathrobe and then bit into
it.

“I
know they did,” Trina nodded.
 
“But I
blame you more than them because you can put a stop to it.
 
They know the chain of command.
 
But because you answer every time they call,
they choose not to follow the chain.
 
You
need to put a stop to it, Reno.”

“I
will.
 
It’s just a hectic time right
now.”

“Don’t
even try that same excuse.
 
It’s always
hectic.
 
That’s nothing new.”

Reno
snorted and glanced down at Trina.
 
She
looked especially impressive, he thought, with her hair in that nice, bouncy
underthrow.
 
“I guess you won’t be taking
the rest of the day off with me.”

“It’s
after five.
 
There’s no rest of the day
to take off.
 
Unlike you, I know when to
end my work day.”

“Yeah,
right.
 
You’re as bad as I am.”

Trina
had to smile on that.

“So
what’s with the outfit if you aren’t going into the office?”

“I’m
going to meet a realtor.”

“A
realtor?” Reno asked.
 
“What the fuck you
meeting a realtor for?”

Trina
looked at her husband.
 
“Nice language
around the baby, Reno.
 
Very nice.
 
He’s going to grow up thinking the f-word is
a lullaby!”

Reno
laughed.
 
“Just answer my question,” he
said.
 
“What you need a realtor for?”

Here
goes, Trina thought.
 
“Me, Gem, Liz, and
Lee have plans to open a high-end boutique.”

“And
Lee?
 
Lee Jones?”

“Yeah.
 
Your Lee Jones.
 
He’s agreed to give us technical support.”

“But
a boutique, Tree?
 
What the fu . .
.”
 
Then he looked at his son.
 
“Why?” he asked Trina.

“Because
we think it’ll be a good business move for us.”

“Oh,
Tree!
 
You can barely get your work done
here at the PaLargio.
 
When are you gonna
have time to run a boutique?”

“I
won’t run the day to day.
 
Liz will do
that, with input from Lee.
 
Gemma will
provide all of the legal assistance and handle all of the paperwork, and I’ll
provide the financial backing.”

“The
money?”

“Right,”
Trina said and looked at him.
 
“Your
money, in other words.”

“Nonsense,”
Reno said and took another bite of the apple.
 
“My money is your money.
 
I don’t
give a fu. . . damn about that.
 
I just
don’t want you stretched too thin.
 
I’ve
owned small businesses before.
 
They can
wear you down faster than a big business ever can.”

“But
I won’t be handling the day to day.
 
I’ll
provide the upfront cash flow and that’s all.”

“You’re
dreaming if you think that’s all you’ll be involved with.
 
A problem comes up, what you gonna do?
 
Leave it to the others to handle?
 
Hell no. I know you like I know the back of
my hand.
 
You’re a control freak,
Tree.
 
You aren’t about to give up that
kind of control to anyone.
 
The only
reason you give up control to me is because I make you give it up.”

“You
make me?”

“Yeah
I make your ass!
 
Otherwise you’ll have
me in a dress around this motherfucker day in and day out.
 
You’ll have me dusting furniture and washing
dishes while you run the hotel.
 
Then
when your bossy ass got home you’d be running me around the bedroom.”

Trina
laughed so hard at that she snorted like a pig.
 
“Boy quit!” she said between laughs.

Then
she settled back down.
 
“But I’m glad you
finally admitted it,” she said.
 
“You are
a control freak bar none, and you finally admitted it.”

“Yeah,
uh-huh,” Reno said with a nod of his head.
 
“Your ass wasn’t complaining about my control a few hours ago.”

Trina
could still feel the effects of all of that
control
he put on her.
 
She grinned.
 
“I wanted to laugh out loud when you fell to
your knees after our little encounter in the living room.
 
I said,
dang!
 
Reno’s getting old as hell
!”

“Very
funny,” Reno said with a smile on his face.
 
He had a few years on Trina, he understood that, but he was still every
bit the man he used to be.
 
“You didn’t
mention what I did to you after that performance in the living room.
 
You failed to mention that little stud of a
performance.”

Trina
shook her head.
 
“What a humble man you
are,” she said.

Reno
shook his shoulder.
 
“Yeah, I got your
humility right here,” he said, squeezing his balls.
 
“Right here, Trina.
 
Right here.”

Then
the front door of the penthouse could be heard opening.
 
“Ma, you home?” Jimmy Mack’s voice could be
heard.

Reno
and Trina both smiled.
 
It was as if they
were relieved whenever they heard Jimmy’s voice.

“In
the kitchen,” Trina yelled back.
 
Jimmy
was her stepson, Reno’s child years before she met him, but she treated Jimmy
as if he was her own blood.

“I
wanted to run something by you before Dad gets here,” he was saying just as he
was entering the kitchen.
 
When he saw
that
Dad
was already there, he
stopped in his tracks.
   
He was an
interracial young man, half-black, half-white, with curly hair and a
light-brown complexion.
 
Many people
often assumed Trina was his mother because Trina, like his now-deceased
biological mother, was black too.

He
looked at his father.
 
“You’re back
already?” he asked.

“Well
thanks a lot,” Reno replied, shaking his head.
 
“What a wonderful welcome.
 
I
haven’t seen you in a week and that’s all you can say when you see me?”

Jimmy
laughed.
 
He certainly missed his
father’s biting humor.
 
“Welcome home,
Dad,” he said and hurried to embrace him.
 

Reno
heartily embraced him.
 
But this was no
laughing matter for Reno.
 
He closed his
eyes and soaked up the feel, the smell, everything about his son.
 
He missed his family so much!
 
If he had any tech savvy at all, he would
have used Skype or a webcam or whatever it was they used nowadays to physically
see his family while he was on the road.
 
But Reno was about as technocratic as a ninety year old in the rest
home, and he never bothered.