Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
“You want to come in?” Frankie stands in her open doorway. I just slid her suitcase past her.
Fuck yes, I want to come in. I’m not going to, though.
“If I come in there, you’re not getting any sleep, Frankie. And you have classes in the morning,” I tell her. It’s late. We ended up taking a later flight back than I expected because I had shit to do.
“I can sleep when I’m dead,” Frankie jokes.
“You being dead isn’t funny.” I scowl. “Don’t joke about that.”
“Fine. I think you need to go and sleep. You’re grouchy.”
“I’m grouchy because I’m turning down coming into your bedroom and having my filthy way with you.
Against everything that tells me I should do just that.
Because I’m not going to be the reason you fail a class because you were too tired to focus.
” Leaning forward, I kiss her, way too quickly, before stepping back. “Lock your door.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Emilio. I’m a grown-ass woman. I know I need to lock my door,” she snaps at me. And with that, her door is slammed in my face and I hear the lock turn.
Good to see some things don’t change. I chuckle to myself as I make my way to my own apartment.
It’s blatantly obvious the second I open the door that my apartment isn’t as empty as it should be. Someone is in here. Taking the gun from the holster at my chest, I quietly shut the door.
“You won’t need that, and you were too slow, Emilio. You would have been dead already,” my Aunt Lailani’s voice greets me through the darkness.
I flick the switch on the wall, illuminating the place. “Aunt Lailani, always a pleasure to find you lurking in the dark.”
“It’s where I do my best work.” She smiles at me.
“So I’ve heard. Is there a reason for this late-night visit?” I ask, dropping my gun on the kitchen counter.
“Your father called. Told me about your new blossoming romance and wanted me to make sure you stay in one piece while you’re here,” she says. “Congrats by the way. It should have happened a long time ago, if you ask me.”
“Thanks.” I smile. The thought of Frankie always makes me fucking smile. Unless it’s when I’m bailing her out of trouble, which is a fucking lot. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Judging by how slow your reaction time was when you walked in, I’d say you very much do need a babysitter, Emilio. If you die, we all die. So it’s in my best interest to keep you alive,” my aunt says with a smile on her face.
“You’re his best friend. He’s not going to kill you,” I tell her.
My dad admires my Aunt Lailani. She used to work for him as a hired contractor, a hitwoman. That stopped when she fell in love with Uncle Sammie, one of my father’s contacts here in Vegas. He sent my aunt to watch over his friends, knowing trouble was coming their way.
“You and I both know the only friend your father has is your mother. Also, he would totally kill me without blinking twice if I let anything happen to his favorite son.”
I perk up. “He said I was his favorite?”
“No, but I know you are.”
“How?”
“You see any of your other brothers living here, running around doing whatever they want, whenever they want?” My aunt raises a single brow at me in question.
I never really thought about it. I just assumed my brothers wanted to be closer to home. “He just needs them to surround Eliana. She started dating.”
“Oh good Lord, no. The world is not ready for that.” Aunt Lailani shakes her head. “Okay, we’re starting lessons again in the morning. Get some sleep. You’re not dying on my watch, kid.”
“No one is going to come after me,” I tell her.
“Don’t underestimate Louie Giuliani, Emilio, or how crazy he can be when it comes to his daughter.”
“I’m aware of who her father is. I’m not worried.
He’s not going to try to kill me.” I don’t know that for sure, but I’ll deal with whatever comes my way when it happens.
I’m not living in fear or hiding out just because my girlfriend’s father wants me dead.
That thought makes me smile again. Frankie Giuliani is my girlfriend.
She’d probably push me off a cliff if she heard me say that out loud.
“What are you smiling about?” Aunt Lailani asks.
“I have a girlfriend,” I tell her.
“Yeah, I hope you’re prepared for the shitshow that girlfriend is about to bring to your doorstep.” My aunt makes her way to the foyer.
“Worth it,” I call out to her back as she opens the door and walks into the hallway.
After showering, I climb into my very-empty bed. I lie here tossing and turning for five minutes before the distinct sound of a buzz comes through the wall, followed by Frankie’s voice.
“Finally, something that can hit the right spots.”
Oh, fuck no, she did not just say that her vibrator is better than I am. Like hell am I going to sit here and listen to her get herself off again when I know I can do it better than any of her toys.
I jump out of bed, pick up the key to her apartment I’m not supposed to have, and walk through the hall in my boxers. I unlock her door and close it again, making sure the lock engages before beelining it to her bedroom.
“Frankie, you are not…” My words drop off when I see her sitting up on her bed in nothing but a blue silk robe that’s left open, displaying all of her body. She’s holding a bright-pink vibrator in her hand and smiling at me.
“Two minutes. That’s how long it took you to get in here.” She smirks.
“You knew I’d come.”
“Well, I’m hoping I’m about to be the one coming,” she says.
“You’re not going to need that,” I tell her, pointing to the vibrating toy she’s holding.
“Toys are our friends, Emilio.”
“They are, but I have a better one for you right here.” My palm grips my cock through my boxers.
“Maybe next time I invite you in, you’ll take me up on the offer.” She smirks.
I climb onto the bed and push her backwards until she’s lying flat. The silk of the robe falls to the sides of her body. Her breasts, perky and full, stare up at me, begging me to taste them. Leaning down, I cover one tight nipple with my mouth, flicking my tongue over it while sucking gently.
My fingers pinch the other nipple, while I continue to lavish the one in my mouth. Frankie’s body arches off the bed. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, holding me to her breasts. Not that I plan on going anywhere.
“You have fucking amazing tits,” I tell her, moving my mouth to her other breast, showing that one the same attention. Can’t play favorites.
Frankie wraps her legs around my waist, her hips lift, and she rubs her bare pussy over my boxer-clad cock. Her wetness seeping through the material.
“I want you now, Emilio,” she groans.
“Always so fucking demanding. So needy, Frankie. You know good things come to those who wait,” I tell her.
“Yes, and I’ve been waiting for years. I’ve waited long enough, Emilio.”
Moving my way down, I leave a trail of wet kisses over her flat stomach. “You have, but so have I, and there is so much I want to do to this body. I have so many fantasies to finally live out.”
“If one of those fantasies is you making me come, I’m onboard with that.”
My shoulders settle between her thighs, my face level with her wet, bare cunt. “So fucking pretty,” I growl out as I separate her lips with my fingers.
My tongue slides along her pussy, from the bottom to the top. Fuck, she tastes so good. Why haven’t I done this already? I’m a fucking idiot—that’s why.
“Oh shit.” Frankie’s hands push on my head.
I lick around her clit before I close my mouth over it and suck on the hard little nub. I push two fingers into her opening, and she grinds down on them as I continue to lick and suck on her clit.
“Yes. Don’t stop! Oh fuck!” Her screams are loud, louder than she has been over the weekend.
I fucking love it. But that’s not what I want to hear. I want her to scream my name, and as if she can read my thoughts, that’s exactly what she does.
“Emilio!” Frankie cries out. So fucking loud as her pussy clenches around my fingers and her entire body goes rigid beneath me.
I continue licking her through her orgasm, until I feel her body go limp. Working my way back up, I hover above her. “Get used to being my favorite meal, babe, because that was fucking amazing,” I tell her before I close my lips over hers.