18. Hannah
Chapter eighteen
Hannah
A giggle I'm unfamiliar with bubbles out of my chest when Rico rolls over on top of me and cages me in. Slowly, leisurely, he lowers himself in a push-up and presses his lips to mine in a languid, unhurried kiss. My hands thread through the short hair on the back of his head as I hold him to me. His lower half presses against mine with a weight that I find comforting.
The tenderness, passion, and pleasure Rico passes to me in this kiss shatters my heart and pieces it back together again.
I've never been kissed like this.
We both just came, but this kiss quickly turns heated. Hands roam hurriedly as we strip each other of our clothes. When he's fully naked I press my hand against his chest so I can take in his incredible body. He's thinner than Santiago, and if I had to guess Matty as well. But the lines of lean muscle look no less deadly. Intricate tattoos of geometrical designs lace his neck, his pecs, and down both arms down to his fingers. Fingers he's resting against my thighs. The look of his tan, tatted fingers against my pale fleshy thighs is so sexy it should be illegal.
"Wow," I whisper quietly.
He tilts his lip up in a sexy smirk, before settling between my thick thighs. Thighs I hated yesterday, comparing them to my husband's skinny mistress. As if somehow baring three children and gaining weight makes me less of a woman. I've always been on the curvier side - something my mother loves to point out. But I've never hated my curves until Alan. Years of pinching my love handles and passive-aggressive comments have a tendency to wear people down. I know I've let myself go. I don't work out, and I eat whatever's cheap, fast, and filling, but not always the healthiest. It just wasn't a priority in the rush of day-to-day things. I just wasn't a priority.
The way Rico's looking at me, though? The way I've caught Santiago and Matty looking at me with barely contained heat? They look at me as if they've never seen anything sexier. It makes me want to put in the effort. Not to be skinnier for them, but to make myself a priority again. To be that woman I used to be - magnetic, fun, thriving.
Rico ghosts one hand from the crease of my hip, up my soft stomach, to cup one of my breasts. He kisses his way down my neck, my collarbone, and the top of each breast, nipping the flesh there gently before licking away the sting. His warm, wet mouth surrounds one nipple, while his fingers tweak the other and my back arches off the bed with a groan.
"Rico," I moan, my fingernails digging into the back of his shoulders.
"Mami," he teases back, his voice low and gravely, thick with lust.
I thrust my hips up against his abs, desperate for some friction to ease the ache.
He chuckles before holding my hip down on the mattress. I whine in protest. He kisses his way down my stomach, peppering my C-section scar with kisses. It crosses my mind that I should be insecure about it, maybe, but I demanded Santiago show his scar, and Rico's never made me feel anything less than desired .
He buries his nose next to my clit and breathes deeply. My cheek heats in embarrassment, but before I can say anything he growls. "So fucking good."
He flattens his tongue, spreads my thighs further apart, and licks me from asshole to clit. The surprise touch of something so taboo has me jumping, a surprised "oh!" falling from my lips.
He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before repeating his first lick.
The "Oh," I cry out then is lower, more of a moan than an exclamation.
He chuckles in pure male satisfaction before scraping the inside of my thigh with his stubble. It burns, but he soothes the burn with his tongue. The added sensations of pain, soothing, and the coolness his evaporating saliva gives me drives me crazy.
I'm feverish with need.
"Rico," I moan. "Please!"
"Give me one more and I'll give you what you need."
I'm confused by his words until two lithe fingers plunge into me, hitting my G-spot with force, while he sucks my clit and a finger presses against my asshole. My entire body seizes as lighting shoots from my pelvis and strangles every muscle in my body.
My chest is heaving indecently as I catch my breath and the storm of an orgasm subsides. I'd forgotten what that feels like - orgasms and the soft hormonal high that comes after.
"One more, mami," Rico grunts. I look down to see him lining his shaft against my core. From this angle, I can see just how big he is. He felt massive downstairs, but I chalked that up to it having been almost half a decade since I'd had sex.
Rico's body may be lithe, but his cock is not. It' s thick, a slightly darker tan than his thighs, with a thick vein I swear I can see throbbing down the side.
He strokes it once before grabbing my legs and hoisting them onto his shoulders. I go to protest that my legs are too heavy, but he leans forward and thrusts into me in one fluid motion. At this angle, he's so deep it steals my breath away.
He's motionless, so I chance a glance at his face. His brow is furrowed deeply and he’s biting his lower lip. He looks like he's caught between pleasure and pain.
"Rico?" I ask, nervous I'd done something wrong.
He shakes his head. "Just give me a second, mami, or this is going to be over way too soon."
I smile, but clench my Kegel muscles around him. His eyes fly open and narrow, leveling me with a glare. "Devil woman." He growls and I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of me. I've never had fun having sex. But everything with Rico is so easy, so freeing. He's only ever made me feel free to be myself. Everything he's ever done or said was for my benefit. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never judge me. That realization should scare me, but in this moment, I'm free.
I squeeze him again, just for the fun of it, causing a disgruntled little grunt out of him. Finally, he rocks his hips, pulling out to the very tip before slamming home again. He must be close because he sets a brutal pace, hammering a spot so deep inside of me I've never felt it before.
He lets one of my legs fall before slapping my clit - hard. The sudden mixture of pain and pleasure throws me over the next wave and I come with a scream.
Rico grunts and thrusts once more before I feel him swell inside of me as he comes. The groan he lets out as we come together, both of us pulsing in rhythm, prolonging our orgasms is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
Exhausted, he lets my other leg fall before collapsing on the bed next to me. We're slick with sweat, and his come tickles my ass as it drips out. But neither one of us moves, too busy catching our breaths and coming back to reality.
He kisses my forehead in an unusually sweet gesture before I hear him move to the bathroom and return with a warm, wet towel. He gently cleans my oversensitive and battered pussy before wiping himself down and chucking the towel next to the hamper.
"Neanderthal," I complain.
He simply chuckles in response, pulls the comforter up around us, and pulls me against him.
Laying with my eyes closed, I enjoy the afterglow of a few amazing orgasms. Rico trails his fingers leisurely up and down my chest, between my breasts, leaving goosebumps and shivers in their wake. My oversensitive skin and the sweat drying makes my skin chilly while my core is hot.
The juxtaposition is delectable.
"It's almost time to go get your fertilized eggs, mami," Rico says, his warm breath trailing over my shoulders.
"My children ," I argue, groaning sleepily. Rico simply chuckles.
I can't help but smile at the sound.
"Want me to come with you?"
I roll onto my back and shoot him a lopsided grin. I run my hands up both broad, caramel pecs of his chest and around the back of his neck.
"I'd love that."
We get dressed together and the move is so domestic and intimate it shocks me a little. This gangster, mafia jefe, murderer, and yet he pulls on his boxer briefs, jeans, socks, and boots the same as any other white-collar man.
I muse about this for a second longer as I pull on my leggings and sweatshirt.
Rico follows me downstairs where I see Santiago, leaning back against the sofa, arms folded tight across his broad chest, deep frown marring his handsome face. I rush forward, worried something has happened.
"Are you okay? Did everything go okay?"
Santiago throws his hands around animatedly but gets frustrated, I assume not having the signs to communicate yet.
He breaks out his phone, typing furiously.
"When Rico asked me to help, I didn't realize your cat was literally SATAN," the mechanical voice says and I can't help but laugh. Santiago glares at me.
I grab his one arm to inspect the thin, angry scratches Pickles must have left. For some reason the imagine of my big, scary enforcer wrestling an angry cat during his appointment makes me giggle.
I kiss each scratch, gently turning his arm over to kiss the underside before I move to the next arm .
"How did they let you in after you were obviously late for my appointment?" I ask between kisses.
The fight leaves Santiago instantly. He watches me intensely, as if he's never quite seen a woman before. I'm sure I'm crossing a hundred boundaries but fuck it, I feel good and uninhibited.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement and I fight the urge to drag my tongue over the stubble that's grown there.
Breaking eyes contact, he goes back to his phone. He types. "I can be quite convincing when I need to be."
Smooth fucking line.
"Oh yeah?" I flirt back, smiling up at him and pressing a little closer. I ignore a small growl from Rico. I loved and appreciate the sex and the orgasms, but he's got another thing coming if he thinks that makes us exclusive. "Did you threaten, or flirt with the receptionist?"
Santiago's caramel cheeks pinken. "Threaten."
I step further into him, now fully caged by his legs before I rest a hand on his chest. "Good."
A throat clears behind me. "We're going to be late," Rico says, clearly trying to interrupt anything happening between Santiago and me.
I give Santiago a quick kiss on the cheek, which has his cheeks pinkening further before I let Rico usher me out of the house.
Rico ushers me out of the house with a hand on my lower back. The gesture is warm and caring.
We walk down the front walkway, and the garage doors open and Matty strolls out, wiping his greasy hands with a towel.
"Oh, I love a man that can work with his hands," I coo playfully .
Matty replies with a panty-melting grin.
"Alright, mami. You trying to make me jealous?" Rico growls in my ear as he opens the passenger door for me.
"No. But I kind of love that you are." I say, throwing him a giggle and a grin as he shuts my door and rounds the front of the SUV.
He fights it, but I can see the smile he's trying to hide. He shakes his head as he lets the smile break free.
He gets in, starts it, and backs out of the driveway. "So, after last night and today, is it safe to assume you're going to leave him?" He asks, seeming anxious. It's subtle, but I notice how his hands grip the steering wheel just a bit tighter. This man is in control of hundreds of people, millions of dollars, and he's used to being in control. I can't imagine how not knowing what the future holds between us is doing to him.
I sigh. "Yeah. I mean, I'd decided before last night, but that just sort of. I don't know. Nail in the coffin maybe? Took away any doubt. Him fucking his mistress, on our bed, at his daughter's birthday party? Was such a slap in the face. I knew he didn't respect me, but that was outright hatred of me. He did it in retaliation for the picture of me and Matty walking into the club."
He curses low. "Baby, fuck. I'm so sorry. I hate that he did that because of some dumb choice we made."
I shake my head. "No. No baby. I'm mami to you."
He looks over at me and smiles.
"You'll meet with Matty tomorrow? Draw up paperwork?"
"Yeah. I'm over this. Even if the ladies’ day at the club or whatever doesn't work out. Anything has to be better than this. "
He turns into the south parking lot of the school where a sign for "parent pickup" sits, and queues in this annoyingly long line.
We're forty-five minutes early and still in a line.
"Why don't they just take the bus?" He asks, irritated
"It's a social flex if your wife doesn't work and has enough time to sit in the pick up line," I say, tilting my head back against the headrest.
"Mami, I love your kids. But that's dumb."
I smile, looking over at him. He's so handsome it's almost painful to look at him sometimes. And to hear him say he loves my kids? He doesn't know them all that well, but that doesn't matter. He's decided I'm his woman, and so he loves my kids. As simple as that.
And somehow so complicated their biological father couldn't figure it out.
I sigh.
"I know. But as a stay-at-home-mom I feel like it's the least I can do."
We sit in comfortable silence while we wait. Reggaeton plays lowly in the background and Rico reaches over to drag my feet onto his lap, massaging the bottoms of them. I don't think he's used to waiting around for anything.
He works on his phone while I read on my kindle app, and again, the domestication of it all is alarming. We're like any couple, waiting for their kids in the pickup line. No one would know he's the level of a mafia, and I'm a cheating wife. That thought should bother me, but it doesn't. Alan long ago made his bed. I won't feel sorry that he'll be sleeping in it soon.
I let my mind wander. Would this be us in a year? In ten years? Or would I just let them ride the bus home like normal kids? Would things with Rico always be this easy? Where does that leave Santiago and Matty? I can't deny the attraction growing between us. Could I choose just one of them? Would I? Would they make me?
Suddenly, the doors of the elementary school pour open and three especially wonderful children come running or skipping towards our car.
They hesitate a moment when they see Rico in the drivers' seat and not me, but I get out of the passenger seat and open my arms for hugs. Aiden's is a little stiff and short, because clearly he's too cool to be seen hugging his mom already.
They get in and we wait for the cars in front of us to gather their children.
After catching us up on their day quickly, Rico's finally able to pull out of the parent-pickup line and back into NoVA* traffic. 1
"Rico and his friends have decided we're having a take-out and movie night. Isn't that fantastic?"
Jack and Viv reply excitedly. Aiden remains silent.
1. *Northern Virginia