LANE BROTHERS: 5 Books Billionaire Mafia Romance Bundle, page 48
“Taste so good,” he growls and I almost come when he dives lower and pierces me with his nimble tongue.
The sensation is so consuming that I’m riding his face before I can stop myself, desperately seeking the release hovering just out of touch. I feel empty inside. I need him inside me, filling me.
“Please. Please take me,” I gasp, almost going crazy when he pulls his tongue free and latches on to my bud. “Please!”
The growl he lets out is part frustration when he suddenly rears up over me and meets my lips in a kiss that steals my sanity.
“Don’t tense up,” he whispers just before lining up with my opening and pushing in so slowly, I feel every movement of his sex as he steadily fills me.
It pinches a little, because no matter how wet and ready I am, he is so much bigger, but it feels so good when my muscles finally relent and open for him. I moan and try to break free of his hold on my hips, wanting harder, faster, something.
His snarl is a warning and I attempt to keep still till he finally reaches my limits and lets out a quaking groan.
“So hot and tight. You’re so perfect,” he gasps, searching for control when all I want is for him to move and release the ache brewing inside me.
“Move, Jared.”
He obeys and starts moving slowly, thrusting in and out in a languid drag.
“Ah, harder.”
His eyes close and I feel him tremble a second before he opens those blue jewels and spears my gaze with his. And then he really starts moving, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder to get a deeper angle.
“Ah, yes, oh yes, more,” I sob, digging my fingers into his shoulders when the coiling mass deep inside my abdomen tightens to the point of pain before releasing in a sudden and explosive wave of the most consuming pleasure I’ve ever felt.
The orgasm is endless and intense, stealing my sight, sense, and reason as I feel my sex clench and release around his girth in painful yet blissful swallows.
It’s tight and hot and so good that it takes only two more thrusts before Jared pushes in hard, as deep as he can go, and releases with a bellow that rattles the walls.
I feel every pulse deep inside and shudder delicately as the last quake leaves me just when he collapses and groans into my neck.
“That was…”
Words fail me as he rolls to his back, keeping us linked as he pulls me over his chest and settles me over his wildly beating heart.
He groans under his breath and I feel one last pulse leave him before he relaxes with a sigh.
I want to shout my love and joy and do it all over again right now, just to prove to myself that I’m not dreaming the unearthly pleasure I just felt.
I fall asleep instead to the sound of Jared’s heart and his adoring whispers as he plays with my hair.
***
Jared
The fear of what’s to come is so strong that I find myself lying awake for the rest of the night, just breathing Cupcake in as she slumbers softly against my heart.
The perfection of the lovemaking we shared is still so fresh and intense in my mind that it scares me a bit just thinking of that bond, only hours before I know that she’ll be walking directly into a danger I can’t shield her from.
I hate this whole mess. If I were a better mate, I’d grab her and run, leave it all behind. Fortunately for us both, I know that would never work because she wouldn’t allow it.
No, my Paulie is a fighter, soft heart and all, and she’d never abandon my family or the innocent people that will be lost if the Patriots are allowed to keep thriving day by day.
I don’t like it, though, and that’s all I can repeat to myself as she snuggles closer with a sigh and smiles in her sleep just as the sun rises to bathe her beautiful face in a soft glow that makes her resemble a perfect, fallen angel.
The plan that we have is simple, and it’s so sketchy that my nerves are strung tight with everything that could go wrong in the blink of an eye. Case, Jace, and I are excellent snipers and I have every faith in our ability to keep Paulie safe, even from hundreds of yards away.
My nerves come in not knowing how Rydell is going to react or how things will shake down with Roman. I want my brother back and that’s the only thing stopping me from stalking into that warehouse Paulie told me about and beating him bloody for putting us all through this hell.
He’s a bastard for doing this to us, and I know that of us all, Miah is the one suffering most for his stupidity in trusting Roman. I’m not saying he’s the bad guy here, but he is in danger and Miah is slowly going insane the longer this shit drags out
I ought to just march in there, shoot them all, and drag Roman home by the fucking ear for Ma to take care of. I bet you’d really like that, huh, you selfish asshole, I sneer, fighting the anger that keeps trying to break free every time I think of Roman and his selfish behavior.
The sun is finally up and shining brightly when I feel Paulie stretch awake and look up at me with a sleepy smile that’s sexy and cute all at once.
“Morning, Cupcake,” I purr, kissing her silly despite both our morning breaths and her squeal of protest.
I kiss her deeply and purr at her flavor, getting a purr in return when her tongue pops out to lick into my mouth. I want to make love to her again, once more, but I stop myself and pull away instead, chuckling cockily at her squeak of annoyed disapproval.
I refuse to go again,, simply because it hints at the desperation and the hopelessness that keeps trying to overtake me.
I won’t touch her again until after we get home safely because I refuse to believe that this could be the last time we see each other.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she whispers when all I can do is look down at her and feel my heart stammer with fear.
“I love you, you know,” I say proudly, smiling at her look of joy.
She’s so happy just to hear me say the words that it humbles me to have her as my own. She’s easy to please and too humble to be real, and yet I have her here beneath me, all mine.
I want to wrap her up and refuse to let her go ever again, but I can’t. She’s strong and brave and my match in every way, so I know that we have to do this no matter how much I don’t want to.
She deserves the chance to right the wrongs she feels she did, and though I can’t find it within myself to agree with her, I understand what it is to feel guilt and need absolution.
“I love you, too, Mr. Lane. Now stop frowning and worrying about me. Everything will be fine. I promise. You just worry about taking care of Mama when we get home, because I just know she’s going to be ready to skin me alive.” Paulie laughs, kissing me once more before rolling away and rising to walk to the bathroom.
She turns at the door and my mouth goes dry at the heated look of invitation in her eyes.
“Come on, Lane. Come wash my back and all my girlie parts,” she purrs, licking her lips once before disappearing with a smile.
Oh what the hell. One for the road, I mutter to myself, jumping to my feet just as the shower turns on and I hear her groan in bliss.
She’s humming and rinsing her hair when I reach her and I feel myself pause in wonder when she turns and smiles at me unabashedly, no longer self-conscious about the faint silvery lines running along her hips and upper buttocks.
I don’t see anything but perfection in her, and I told her so, but I’m glad she feels secure enough with me not to hide anymore. So much of a woman’s confidence comes from the way her man sees her, and I’d die before making her feel like she’s lacking in any way.
“Let me take care of you, Cupcake,” I murmur lovingly, coming in behind her to glide a hand through her long hair and rinse the soap from her tresses.
She smiles and leans back into me, breathing deeply as if totally sated now that I’m near.
“You already do, Jared. You take care of me in the best of ways.”
I feel my chest tighten with the sweet elation her words bring. Who would have thought, just one week ago, that I would be so gone for a tiny slip of a woman like Paulie Hayes?
Chapter Eleven
Paulette
We make good time later that morning and reach the small town of Fisher’s Watch a little after eleven after driving without pause for the last four hours.
My nerves are strung tight now that we’re here, and I have to force myself to breathe constantly when the panic attack I’ve been battling since our shower threatens to make itself known in the worst way.
I can’t allow it freedom now, not when we’re so close to finally getting somewhere, because I know my guy. If he so much as suspects that I’m about to spazz out, he’ll have me home so fast, my panic attack won’t know what hit it.
He’s just as jumpy as I feel inside, and that fear is only adding to my own, making me want to cry and tense up.
“We’re here,” he says, and I find a smile somewhere deep inside at the irate tone he’s trying to tamp down for my sake.
We’re currently parked just on the outskirts of the sleepy little town in a copse of tress that hide our location from the rest of the town and the road leading in.
Case and Jace have stopped behind us and gone off to scout the warehouse and surrounding area for a good place for them to set up the rifles that Miah drove all night to bring to them.
I’m a little glad he didn’t stay and that Jared managed to make him leave because the man looked fit to kill, an attitude we don’t need, not when everything is so delicately balanced.
“You realize that if anything happens to you, I may as well die, too, right?” Jared says after a long silence, taking me completely by surprise with his seriousness.
His intensity and the utter truth I see reflected in his gaze give me pause and I feel myself start to tear at just the notion of anything happening to my love.
“Nothing bad will happen.”
He grunts and grips the steering wheel so hard, I hear it shine beneath his fingers.
“Hope does not a success make, Cupcake, we all know that. Just remember, if something feels off or you start getting antsy, you run and keep going. Don’t stop till you get to your car. We’ll keep you covered at all times.”
I know this all already, he’s said it so many times on the drive over, but if he needs me to say it again, I will if only to put him at ease.
“I won’t stop. I promise. Just swear that you’ll meet me and leave those idiots alone if things go wrong,” I say now, hating my suspicion that Jared could get himself killed going after Clyde or Roman.
He sighs and releases the wheel to take my hands and lay gentle kisses to them.
“You get out and I get out. That’s the plan. I won’t do a damn thing to mess with that scenario, so stop worrying and breathe, Cupcake.”
I swallow and breathe, not even realizing that I’ve been holding my breath till it rushes out in a loud whoosh.
“Good. Now remember to keep your wire concealed. If one of those assholes starts patting you down, you drop him like you mean it and spit on his ass for daring to touch you. Got it?”
“Yes, worry wart, I got it. Kick in the balls and haughty attitude. Done. Should I go for outright testicular decimation or just a little warning kick that will leave them unable to father children ever again?”
That brings at least a small twitch of his lips and I feel some of my tension ease.
“You leave them able to wear a bikini without showing a scrap of cock and we should be just fine,” he quips back and we both laugh.
I almost jump right out of my skin when a knock suddenly explodes on the window beside me and I turn to see Case step back and look apologetic as Jared snarls and grabs me close.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
I can do this. I can so do this, I keep repeating as I steady myself and turn to aim a glare at Case.
“A little warning next time, if you will. I was just about to get dirty with my old man, and you almost gave me a freaking heart attack.”
Case chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, sweetheart. We found a good vantage point in some trees just up that hill to the south. Minimal glare off the scopes and a good view into the warehouse. There are already people milling around inside, so I guess it won’t be a bad idea to get ready now.”
I feel my heart start beating wildly before Jared pulls me in and kisses me hard on the lips.
“You won’t leave until you absolutely have to. Got that? Case, stop trying to bust my nuts and get the stuff up there. Tell Jace to make sure he’s got a good view of the back if he can get it. We may need to cover Paulie from there if she has to hotfoot it out that way.”
“Will do, boss.”
We watch him leave before Jared pulls me around and stares into my eyes.
“Now remember—”
“If I have to go out the back, I go in the water and stay under for as long as possible and keep going till you come and get me,” I say before he can tell me this yet another time. “I have it all, baby, trust me. Now stop fretting and breathe with me, yeah? Just think, by this time tomorrow we could be well on the way to getting rid of this whole operation and your brother could be home.”
I keep to myself that the man, as well as myself, could be arriving in body bags because that joke will definitely not go down well, no matter how good it is.
When the hour finally ticks over and I can’t wait anymore, I give Jared a deep lingering kiss and get into the car, hating the pale pall that comes over his face as he closes the door and hunches down to look deep into my eyes.
“You die, I die,” he says for the millionth time, and I swallow loudly just thinking about it.
“Right back at ya, buddy. Now move or I’ll be even later than we planned.”
The drive over to the warehouse takes no less than the ten minutes Jared planned, and I arrive as the absolute last person, feeling my fear spike so hard, my throat swells up with it.
My breaths are shallow now and I get out of the car wearing the sleek thigh-length dress and low heels Jared bought, just in case I do need to swim. This way I won’t be hampered by pants and I can run in these shoes in a cinch.
“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to arrive. Your mom and dad thought you’d be MIA and we’d have to come find you,” Jerry sneers the moment I walk into the warehouse, his ugly face making my nerves dissipate beneath the anger he always inspires.
“Oh shut up, you obese simpleton. You knew I’d be here no matter what, so can your shit and keep your foul breath to yourself,” I snarl, eyeing the guards up and down as one approaches me and reaches out as if to touch me.
I remember everything Jared said and I almost crack a smile when my foot shoots out and lands so hard on his soft parts, I actually hear them squish before he screams like a girl and drops to the ground, yelling in pain.
“I’ll thank you very much not to touch me, you lowlife,” I trill, adopting the same happy tone Mama uses almost all the time.
After giving the next guard a raised brow that turns his face ashen, I turn to the other occupants of the room and glare at them all.
“Look, can we just get this over and done with please? I actually have a life now that I’ve hooked Lane, and I’d like to get back to it.”
I hear Jared chuckle into my earpiece and my teeth gnash when Jerry starts laughing and plops his fat ass down in a chair at the long, scarred wooden table used for all council meetings.
My heart is beating so hard and the feeling just gets worse when I surreptitiously scan the table and fail to see Clyde or Andrew.
“What’s the matter, little Paulie? Looking for someone, perhaps?” Noel Landry quips, chuckling maniacally.
“Your mother, Landry. She still owes me five bucks after I paid for a night with a tenner,” I snarl, almost choking when Jerry starts cackling and shoots Landry an amused glare.
Oh God, where are they? Clyde and Andrew have to be here, they just have to. I’m barely holding on to my control when my vision starts blinking and I feel my arm twitch before going stiff and rock hard.
“Don’t panic, Cupcake. I got you directly in line of sight, baby,” Jared croons and I feel some of the strain melt away.
“Come, Paulette dear, sit, sit,” a voice says and I turn slightly to see Margery…something, I can’t quite recall her last name, as she indicates a chair between the rest of them.
I refuse her offer and push my nose into the air, taking a seat at the head of the table and daring them all to say a word. This spot is reserved for the higher ups, usually, but Jared warned me not to get hemmed in and I won’t allow it. I can’t.
“Move this shit along, would you, Jer, old buddy old pal? I’m shopping with the mother-in-law this afternoon.”
That gets me a glare as he starts cursing poor Mama and I can practically hear Jared’s teeth grinding with rage.
“You’re one to talk, Jer. Your own wife despises you and your son was a lunatic. Heeellloooo pot!”
“Tone it down, baby,” Jared hisses in my ear and I laugh to cover my nervousness when Jerry sneers and aims a death glare at me.
“Watch your attitude, bitch. You’re proxy, not bulletproof,” he warns.
Here’s the part where I’d usually start having a meltdown and it would be mere seconds before an attack hit. I feel it there, lurking in the shadows, but for once it’s not right on me.
“Sorry, Jer, I forgot how sensitive you are. I’ll call your mother and let her know you need a hug later. Now, the vote?” I urge as the last member comes in and sits across from me.
My heart almost stalls when I look up to see the smirking face of Roman Lane, his blue eyes so cold, I feel my blood freeze as he looks me over.
“So you’re the one Jared was slobbering over, huh? He’s got really simple taste, if you ask me.”
That makes my earpiece go wild with expletives and I jerk my head to the side, covering it with a tilt and a sweet smile that could rot your teeth.
“I didn’t, in fact, ask you a thing, Mr. Lane, so I’d thank you to keep your unimaginative gibes to yourself. Now, the vote, if you please,” I say again, hoping like hell this time that they take the hint and let me just get the hell out of here.
