Out of Time (Fall of the Morelli Crime Family #3)

16. Chapter 16

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Bianca

I felt cherished when Mark gently laid me down on my back, slipping next to me on the bed. The way he held me close, eyes never leaving mine, was overwhelming. I wanted to close my eyes, but Mark was having none of that.

“No, keep your eyes on me, Bee. I want you to look at me for this, okay?”

I nodded, his hand under my chin shifting so he could stroke my neck. His expression was intense, determined, but there was still a hint of mischief in his fiery eyes.

“I want to try something with you. Branch out, if you will.”

I could see how hard he fought to keep the grin off his lips at the newest pun, and I tried to rein mine in, too.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, relaxing into the feel of his hands rubbing up and down my torso.

“I’ll show you,” he reassured me, one hand dipping back down to rub my clit.

I hummed in response, eyes drifting closed again.

“Open your eyes, beautiful girl.”

“Don’t bark orders at me,” I returned, unable to hold the grin in this time, but I did as he said.

His eyes were amused, but his lips were impossible to ignore. I needed him to kiss me. Like he was reading my mind, he bent forward until our lips touched again, his tongue moving in tandem with mine.

I moaned deeply when he slid two fingers inside me, toes curling and back arching as he rubbed those fingers inside me and stroked his thumb against my clit. He caught the moan in his mouth, swallowing each breathy gasp I gave him.

The pressure built as his hand moved faster, rougher. His other hand slipped from behind my back to massage my neck, each breast, my stomach, and finally the mound that hid his clever fingers from view.

The dam finally burst as those fingers moved more urgently, my orgasm gushing out of me in a way I never felt before.

“That’s it HoneyBee,” Mark praised, his fingers not slowing and my hips writhing with wave after wave of ecstasy. I felt the moisture on my thighs, soreness in my abs from the intense waves of my climax, all the while my eyes stayed locked on his, shocked at the intensity of the experience.

“What the hell was that?” I asked when my brain began to work again. Then came the memory of a thirteen-year-old me, much too young to be reading about those kinds of things, finding a women’s magazine article that described the beauty of the g-spot orgasm.

Mark barked out a laugh.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asked. I nodded, turning onto my side to face him. “I totally studied porn to learn how to do that. For a bit I thought the reason you walked out on me the first time was because I was a shitty lover. Thought I needed to learn all the cool tricks, train my poor dick for combat.”

His words wiped the guilt right out of my mind with a snort and an eye roll. If he could laugh about it, then I wouldn’t dwell on it either. Time to move on. “Speaking of: you and your poor dick—” I began.

“Call him Henry Cavill, please.”

I grinned, delighted. I’d ask him why he landed on that specific name another time.

“You and Henry Cavill are behind here. I’ve come twice and you’ve hardly let me even touch you.” I ran a hand down his chest and brushed my fingers over Henry , the warmth that never fully left my body escalating again when he jerked at my light touch. “I think it’s your turn to feel as good as you make me feel.”

“Oh, if you must,” Mark lamented, a smirk in his eyes as he stretched his arms up to fold behind his head. “I suppose there’s no harm in letting you have some fun, too.”

I grinned, wrapping my fingers around him again, gliding up and down his length. If he was going to act like that, I’d get a hell of a lot of joy out of teasing him, especially if he kept up with those deep, sexy, groans.

But watching that beautiful dick, hard and ready, pre-cum slipping out of the tip, I just wanted him more. Selfishly, I didn’t want to wait any longer.

I leaned my body over his, kissing his neck and rubbing my breasts against his chest, grinding my wet center against his pelvis. He groaned again, wrapping an arm around my back and rolling us over so he was on top of me again, looking straight into my eyes as he leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on.

“Are you ready, honey?” he asked, hand reaching up to stroke my hair.

“Yes,” I said, fighting to keep my lips from trembling at his tender gesture.

I’d barely finished the word before he found my entrance, plunging deep inside in one smooth thrust. We both moaned when he was sheathed inside me, filling me so deliciously. I cried out in tandem with his groan of pleasure, the feeling of homecoming just too much to hold in.

I wrapped my arms around him and clutched his shoulders, lifting my hips up to meet his as he pulled out and thrust back in again, quickly finding a rhythm that had my nails digging into his back.

He pushed in three, four, five times more, each thrust deeper than the last. I was arching my back up to him, desperate for more, but unsure how to ask for it. I just held on tight, pushing him as close to me as possible.

“Feeling greedy, HoneyBee?” he asked, voice deep and warm against my mouth. I nodded. “I got you honey, don’t worry.”

And so I didn’t agonize over the loss when he pulled out, and calmly followed his lead when he rolled me onto my side and lay down behind me. I arched my back again to give him better access to push that beautiful hard dick back inside me.

His groan rumbled against the back of my neck and I gasped alongside him.

“I told you I could fuck you deeper, Bianca,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath forcing tingles down my spine.

I nodded, biting my lip as he pushed in again, bottoming out inside me, surprising me when he hit my cervix. Jesus.

“Did you like that?”

I’d never felt someone that deep inside me before. But I could hardly breathe, let alone speak to tell him. I just nodded emphatically with a whimper, gripping the pillow in front of my face tightly.

“Good,” he grunted before doing it again and again and again.

I could feel my chest tighten as the sensations built higher and higher. Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he reached around us and rubbed my clit again, that sensitive little spot sparking once more with his touch. It didn’t take long for me to explode in his arms a third time.

“Oh, god, Mark, yes, oh my god!”

And soon he was moaning along with me, his once perfectly measured strokes becoming erratic as he lost control and came hard, hips slamming hard into my ass. I could do nothing but groan and grind back into him, still riding out the waves of my own orgasm.

He kissed my hair one more time before collapsing onto his back, breathing heavily. I rolled over with him, lying half on top of his body. He grinned up at me, a hand reaching up to pat my butt affectionately.

“The best you ever had, right?”

I nodded, still working to find the right words to express myself.

“I goddamn knew it.”

Cocky bastard. But it was true, so I couldn’t argue. “How in the world did you know that would be so…” Deep? Hot? Exactly right?

“So fucking perfect? I told you, honey. I looked it up. Googled ideas, and then porn from there.”

I held in the laugh, but nodded, a small smile escaping the corner of my mouth, mirroring his own crooked grin. “When did you have the time?”

“Last night when I thought I was going to be sleeping alone on the couch. I wanted to be thoroughly knowledgeable in my fantasy before I started jerking off on my own.” I snorted. “Little did I know I wasn’t going to get myself off because I’d be cuddled up next to you all night instead. Definitely the better outcome.”

I rolled my eyes. That would be just like Mark. Mr. Over-Thinker even needed to over-think his masturbatory fantasies. He would always overthink and convince himself something terrible was going to happen.

I felt a pit in my stomach. I still hadn’t told him I wanted to go undercover and wear a wire. He’d have a freaking cow when he found out.

But he deserved to know. Maybe it would be better to tell him now in post-coital bliss, when he had my body wrapped around his for comfort.

“Mark?” I asked, nuzzling as close to his face as I could. “I want to tell you something important, but I’m worried about your reaction.”

“What is it?” he asked, that beautiful, tender look on his face making me hesitate, if only for a moment. It would morph into something sharper in just a couple more seconds, so I memorized the softness in his eyes while I still could.

I didn’t want to tell him.

“What?” he asked again when I still couldn’t say it. His gentle hand stroking my hair about did me in. Time to rip off the band-aid.

“I love you. I want to be with you. I w ill be with you.” I was procrastinating. He already knew all this.

“Then why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?” He leaned up on one elbow, eyes penetrating me all over again. I could feel the tension in his body, his muscles unconsciously flexing under my hands, those same eyes hardening as he worried about what could possibly need that sort of preamble.

“But I figured out what needs to happen next.”

He waited, body still tensed. I almost felt bad because somehow, some way, he didn’t see this coming.

“We need to put my dad behind bars. My uncle, too, and a couple more cousins…Now that we’re really together, you’ll never be safe unless they’re out of the picture, in prison where they belong. They will come for you, will hurt you.”

“Psh.” He settled back down on the bed, reaching down to remove the condom. He casually tied it in a knot, throwing it into the small trashcan next to his nightstand. His reassuring smile told me he still didn’t understand. “And we’ll get them, don’t worry. Lucas and I have a plan.”

Yeah, a plan to turn a dirty cop against my father. A cop they couldn’t find and had no idea how they would flip him.

I shook my head.

“You have an idea for a plan, not an actual plan. It’s not real until you have everything in place to pull it off.” He opened his mouth, whether to argue or defend himself didn’t matter. “I don’t mean to be harsh, but your way will take too long. They’re already targeting you directly. Can you imagine what would happen if he found out you’re—”

“Fucking his daughter and intending to marry and knock her up half a dozen times?” Why was he grinning? It wasn’t time to make jokes. But if the shoe fit…

“Yes,” I said. “So I know what we need to do.” Why was it so hard to say the actual words?

Doing this would go against everything I’ve been taught my whole life. Family First. Blood is thicker than water. Morelli more than anything.

“What?” he asked a third time, the gentle voice back as he reached over to stroke my hair, comforting me.

It was now or never. I sat up, needing the support of my spine to grow one and just get the words out.

“I need to wear a wire and go in myself. I'll get them to do and say enough incriminating things to get you a guaranteed conviction.”

His sharp intake of breath didn’t surprise me.

“And I need to do it tonight.”