LAKE
Fuck. This time, we slept in my bed. I didn’t mind waking like this every morning with her in my arms, my dick hard as steel inside her.
Our relationship was different now, better. And I liked it. If we only started as hookups, we could have labeled by now. Maverick would make a great girlfriend, which she was, and she was also good in bed, so fucking good.
With our lips sealed together, she slid her hand over my chest, grazing her fingers against my skin down my abdomen. I slammed into her, and she shuddered, letting out a moan.
I pulled her knee up. She would be more tight at this angle, and I could go deeper as I could. Then I quickened my pace, fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy felt so good, tight, and warm. And she also smelled good, like roses and wild orchids, maybe her body wash or her shampoo.
When her lithe body tightened, I knew she was close. I pressed my thumb on her clit, and she broke the kiss and screamed my name.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take me, all of me.” I groaned and grounded into her.
She was hotter when she reached her orgasm. She was pure sex. Her body was made to be made love, to be worshiped, to be fucked thoroughly.
As her hands came to my arms, gripping them, she threw her head against the pillow, her body quivering, and I felt the gust of her release dripping around me.
I kissed her hard, and my balls tightened. Sweat was coating my body, and she was still pulsing around me, releasing sexy moans. I pulled out completely and shoved my dick back inside her.
“Lake, fuck.” She writhed further, sinking her teeth into the flesh on my shoulder.
“Fuck.” It stung, fueling my impending orgasm. With one last slam, a fireball exploded in my stomach, and I was jerking over and over again as I came inside her, and again, we never used protection.
Panting, I gave her feather kisses all over her face and neck until she giggled. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.”
I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. I grabbed a clean towel, wet it with warm running water, and squeezed off the excess. I went back to bed, and she was staring up at the ceiling, seemingly in deep thoughts, her gorgeous tits in full display.
She yelped in surprise as I grabbed her knee. She looked down and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up.”
She pressed her thighs together firmly. “Let me do it.”
“Why? I’m capable of cleaning you. Now, lie down and relax. I might ask for another round.” The last part was a half-joke because I didn’t mind fucking her again before I went to see Linden and Uncle Moses.
My stomach hardened with the new information Linden told me last night.
She glared at me. When I didn’t back down, she finally opened her thighs apart. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Why is that? I’ve seen this beautiful pussy, touched, and kissed it. I don’t mind you cleaning my cock. This is yours.” I started cleaning the inner of her thighs and then wiped the wetness and my semen mixed together.
She rolled her eyes, even though the sound of my words would have been ridiculous before I met her. At least I was now committed to this relationship even if we hadn’t officially talked about our label aside from our contract marriage.
Once done, I dropped the towel on the floor, pulled the blanket to cover our bodies, and wrapped her in my arms. There was a hollow in my stomach when I remembered her tears.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Can I ask you not to ask?”
My body shook as I laughed silently and tightened my arms around her. “Why did you cry, baby?”
There was a deep sigh, followed by her silence.
“I wouldn’t press if you’re not ready.”
“Is it true? That you haven’t played for a long time until last night?”
“Yeah,” I admitted it. “I lost all interest when my parents got divorced. My high school was supposed to be fun, but I was in the dark. I stopped playing sports, too. Sometimes, I just stayed in my room for hours. I locked myself away from my parents and my uncle. I even refused to see my friends. I went to school, was picked up by the driver, and went home. When I went to college, that was when I started to get wild. I didn’t care if I got myself hurt. The only thing I didn’t try was drugs.”
“Wow.” There was a long pause before she spoke. “Thank you for telling me.”
“When my grades dropped, my father forbade me to meet my friends or go to a party. He asked me to break up with my girlfriend. One thing that man did something right was for me to focus on school and learn how to run a company.”
“I’m sorry you have to go through that. You don’t deserve that, Lake.” She turned to face me, stared right into my eyes, and pressed her lips. “I’m glad your heart is still white.”
“Technically, my heart is red.” I groaned as she just pinched my ass. I kissed her lips, and when I was about to ask, she turned and gave me her back. “You know how hard it is to open up? Because we’re married and dating, I trust you with my deepest secret.”
“Excuse me?” She turned back and eyed me. “We’re dating? Since when?”
My heart fell, and I found it hard to find a better word to reply, or I would make it more awkward than it already was. “What are we exactly? Just a marriage of convenience? We fuck every night, go separate ways and do our jobs during day time. Then, after eleven months, we bid goodbye. Is that what you want?”
She didn’t say anything but look me in the eye, and her silence made me more uncomfortable.
“I know I hurt you, and that’s why I’m trying hard to gain the trust I broke. And what we have here is special. I can feel it. We have something worth working out. Or am I the only one who feels this? Tell me, Maverick. Lay your cards on me. What do you want?”
She turned away, leaving me confused and shattered.
***
“What are we waiting for?” I tapped my fingers on the armrest impatiently, facing Linden. He decided that we meet at the Osmium so no one could know about this meeting, so discreet that I’d been dying to know the information he found about Maverick’s possible father.
“Just wait a minute.”
It didn’t last ten seconds before my uncle arrived.
“Lake.”
“Uncle.” I shook his hand and did a fist bump. “Now that we’re here, what are we waiting for?”
“We have another person involved. I hope he will give us permission to do what’s necessary.”
“Who?”
The man in his early thirties walked into the room. He looked confident in his gray Henley, black leather jacket, and faded denim jeans. He took off his sunglasses and smiled at my uncle.
“Terzo, how have you been?” My uncle gripped his hand firmly. “How’s your father doing lately?”
“I’m good, thank you, and mio padre is fine.” Mio padre? Was he Italian? I couldn’t grasp a trace of his accent. Maybe he grew up in the States, but the tanned skin, dark brown hair, and brown eyes were entirely a giveaway.
“Siciliano.” Linden gripped the hand he offered. Siciliano? Why did it sound so familiar?
“Good to see you again, mi amigo. How’s the wife and the kids?”
“They’re great, thanks.”
Then he turned to me, showing recognition in his eyes, but did not offer his hand. His expression changed just like that. In a snap, his eyes hardened, scrutinizing me. “Lake Winston.”
I gave a subtle nod and started to dislike his arrogance and overconfidence.
“How did you three meet?”
“We’ll get to that,” Linden replied while my uncle settled on the couch in silence with his phone. “Siciliano-”
“Wait.” Now I remembered. What the fuck? “Siciliano? The Siciliano crime family in Italy?”
“So you’ve heard about my family?” he asked, eyes narrowing. Why did I feel that this man hated my gut? Well, the feelings seemed mutual, asshole.
“We’ll talk about that, Winston. We have a more important matter to discuss, and Siciliano doesn’t stay longer in the city.”
“Why am I here, Linden?”
“We need your help.”
I did not intervene, but I studied this walking mug shot before me.
“What kind of help?”
“I need your hair.”
“Excuse me?” He looked offended.
“Just a strand for DNA, Siciliano. I could have just grabbed a hair on your shoulder, but I respect you.”
My heart dropped my stomach. Now I knew why. Everything became significantly clearer.
“Fuck.” I found my uncle’s hand gripping my wrist, giving me a signal to calm down.
“For what?” Terzo asked.
Linden took something from his drawer and placed it on the desk. It was an old photograph of a woman and a man that looked like it was taken from a photo booth.
Terzo didn’t even pick it up but shook his head, refusing to help. “No.”
“Terzo,” Uncle Moses called his name calmly.
“I know what you’re asking, but I can’t help you.”
“Why not?” Linden asked.
“It’s not necessary.”
I clenched my jaw hard when I felt where this conversation was heading.
Linden tapped the picture. “This is your father, Gaetano Siciliano, Terzo, and this woman is-”
“Florence Bates. I know why I am here, and you don’t need my hair.”
Fuck.