Chapter Eighteen
H e looked up at the ceiling. With a slow count of three, he waited to look back at Tori. Yep, she glared at the phone like she could set it on fire. “Um, have you checked out the security at the clubhouse where we’re staying? Has anyone tried to enter who shouldn’t?”
More tapping and humming. Then silence. Jeter’s nerves stretched as he waited.
“Nope, everyone checks out. You’re good to go for now. Like I said, give me a holler before you head out, and I’ll do another check.”
He said goodbye and pressed the big red dot on his phone, disconnecting the call without another word.
“So you’re the runaway daughter of a New York Mafia family, and I’m the son of a Chicago Mafia family. We’re truly a pair, Vita Mia.” He brushed his lips over her forehead, tipping her head back with a tug on the back of her hair.
“Feeling like running from me, big guy?” she asked with a whimper.
He moved her backward, caging her against the wall and his body. Reaching down, he molded her ass with his hands and lifted until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He grunted in approval as she locked her ankles around his hips.
“Fuck, I love the way you wrap yourself around me like that. It would take me about three seconds to strip you and me bare and sink myself inside your wet little pussy.” He dropped his head and licked her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath his lips.
“Do it,” she whispered.
“You want me to fuck you right here against the wall?” He wrapped his hand in the tangled mass of hair that had come loose from his grip. She nodded.
He eased her down, holding her gaze as he shoved her pants and panties off in one move. “Step out,” he ordered her.
Jeter kicked her leggings away as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans he’d put on when she’d gone into the bathroom earlier. He shoved the denim and his boxers down his thighs far enough he could free his cock.
“C’mere,” he said and reached for Tori. His woman hopped back into his arms, her legs going back around him as he gripped her ass. He slid his hand down her ass, teasing the seam all the way to her pussy with the tips of his fingers. “So wet for me.”
“Please, Jeter. I want to feel you in me. Now,” she moaned.
He slid his cock through her slick folds, teasing them both. Her lips pursed, reminding him how fucking amazing they felt wrapped around his dick. Jeter covered her lips, dominating her mouth at the same time as he pushed inside her. He thrust hard, going deep, and held still. Their groins meshed as he stroked his tongue along hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him as if she wouldn’t let go. They both groaned.
Jeter stroked in and out in long, slow movements, savoring every inch of her pussy surrounding his cock. “I fucking love the way your body molds to mine. You’re so tight and hot. You’re like a velvet glove, sucking me in. I could die right now and be the happiest man to ever walk the earth.”
“Don’t talk about dying. Ah, right there. Yes, Jeter. I’m going to come,” she cried.
His balls drew up, slapping against her ass with every thrust, threatening to explode with his orgasm. Her cry had him pumping faster. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me, Vita Mia. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
Reaching between them, he brushed his thumb over her clit, watching her pupils dilate. Her lustful haze let him know she was riding the edge. All she’d need was a little push to fall over the edge. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the bundle of nerves. She gave a ragged cry.
“Yes, yes. I...I need.” She bucked her hips frantically.
“I know what you need, baby.” He released the pressure and rubbed in small circles faster and faster. His hips moved faster and harder, forgetting the long and slow thrusts.
She tossed her head back and dug her nails into his shoulders. Fuck, he felt like she was branding him from the outside in. The feel of her orgasm triggered his.
He came shooting deep within her walls, coating her insides, claiming her as his. Adrenaline spiked his veins, making his knees weak. Shit.
“My dick has claimed your pussy as his,” he said, breathing in her scent. He ran his tongue up her neck to her ear. “You’re mine, Vita Mia. Say it,” he growled.
“Are you saying our lower regions just did some sort of ceremony? Which means we, as their owners, have to accept?” she asked with a laugh.
Her laughter sounded like an affirmation to him. He bit her earlobe and groaned as her pussy clamped down on his cock again, sending a jolt of pleasure to his spent cock. The damn thing needed to learn he required more than a few minutes to recover.
His dick slid through their combined wetness. “We better shower and get dressed. Enzo and his ole’ lady will be here shortly if I were to guess.”
She gasped and wiggled in his arms to get down. He chuckled, helping her stand when her legs wobbled.
“Don’t you dare say anything about my inability to stand on my own two feet. It’s your fault. When are they going to be here? I look like shit.” She spun to face the mirror, her hands moving to her hair.
Jeter kicked out of his jeans and briefs, eyeing the vision Tori made with her naked backside on full display. “Damn, baby. You have no clue how sexy you look right now. If anyone were to see you like that, they’d lose their shit. Especially with my come leaking out of you like that. It’s taking every ounce of strength I possess not to bend you over that sink and fuck you all over again.” He ran his hand over her smooth ass, following the crease between, and teased them both by sliding his fingers through the sticky mess of their juices.
“Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” she moaned.
“Well, if you keep letting me touch you like this, I’m gonna get you off.” He waggled his brows.
She spun to face him, giving him a little push. “You stop it right now, you male hussy. We need to get cleaned up before your friends show up, or they’ll think we do nothing but fuck.”
He grinned, letting his hand go back between her thighs. “And that’s a bad thing, how?”
Tori moved her pelvis back and forth, and he felt his cock stir. Stupid thing. Lucky bastard.
His arm dropped as she shimmied away from him. He stared as she wrapped the plastic cap over her hair and pointed a finger in his direction. “I’m going to take the fastest shower, and then you can, dirty boy.”
Jeter tossed his head back and laughed. Fuck, he loved her. Yep, that was it. He’d fallen head over ass for Tori or Vittoria.
VITTORIA DIDN’T CARE that the water hadn’t warmed properly. Hell, she needed the cooling spray to calm her overheated skin. In less than twenty-four hours, Jeter had turned her into a sex-crazed woman. They’d had sex three times, and she’d gone down on him once. That’s four times. And he was ready to go again, and so was she. She didn’t think that was normal unless they were taking some special pill. Neither she nor Jeter had needed any enhancer to make them want to have sex. Want was too tame a word.
She looked around, cursing when she realized the shower gel wasn’t inside.
“Looking for this?” Jeter opened the door. He held two bottles of shower gel and her loofah in his hands.
“Ah, you’re an angel.” She grabbed her loofah and gel and started washing her body. He shut the door and joined her inside the shower. Tori vowed she wouldn’t let his or her sex-crazed body decide to go for another round.
He soaped up his hands, using them to coast over her back. She glared at him and wagged her finger. “No funny business, big guy. In and out, that’s what this shower is about.”
“Hmm, I can get behind that. My dick, in and out of you, sounds amazing.”
She squirted a heap of her wash on the loofah and held it in front of her like a weapon. “I will make you smell like me.”
Jeter stepped into her sudsy hand. “Don’t tempt me, Vita Mia.”
Her hand dropped. Running the soapy loofa over his chest and down to his stiffening cock, she blinked up at him through the water. “I will ruin you.”
Jeter closed his eyes. “Baby, you already have.”
BY THE TIME THEY FINISHED making love for the fourth or fifth time in the shower, Tori was a limp noodle when she walked out of the bathroom. But she was clean, her hair was in a neat- ish bun, and she had some light makeup on her face. Thank goodness she only had to wash her hair every third or fourth day. Otherwise, it would’ve taken her a lot longer to get ready.
“Damn, you clean up really good.” Jeter twirled his finger.
She laughed and spun in a slow circle. Shaking her ass, she faced backward. He gave a whistle that would make a construction worker proud. “Why thank you, kind sir. You look quite fetching, too.”
And he did. The jeans were the same ones he’d had on in the bathroom, but the black T-shirt molded to his chest and hugged his arms to perfection. However, the black leather vest with the patches on it caught her eye. She moved closer so she could see the different words and symbols. Although he cut a dashing figure in the expensive suit from last night, she loved seeing him in the casual clothing he was in now. He seemed to be a different man.
“What do these mean?” she asked, straddling his thigh.
He slid his arm around her, pulling her down so she sat on his leg. “This is my road name. This is my place, the club. If I were just a brother, it would say rider or something like that. Some brothers who have killed certain individuals will have patches for that on their cuts. I don’t display those on mine. Over here is our club patch.” He moved his hand over to the other side.
She ran her finger over the next patch and waited for him to explain what it meant.
“This one means I’ve killed with a gun. And this one means I’ve killed with a knife. If there were one to show I’ve killed with a rope, I’d have that one, too. I was in special forces. Our government taught me how to kill with anything I could get my hands on, or if I had nothing, my hands could get the job done.” He held her hands over his heart. “I did a lot of awful shit.”
“You did what you had to do. There is nothing you can tell me to make me think you’re a bad person, Jeter.” She kissed him on the head where the bullet had grazed him.
“No, ma’am. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
A loud rap on the door startled her. She jumped up from his lap. His hands kept her in front of him.
Jeter got to his feet and moved around the table, holding her hand as he walked to the door. “It’s okay. Enzo and Sophie are probably here.”
“Shit, will they like me?” she asked, shaking out her hands like she was going to box. For fuck’s sake, she felt like they were going on a date.
He tapped her on the ass. “They’d love you when they get to know you, babe.”
Tori clamped her lips closed as he pulled the door open. Her eyes zeroed in on the woman who had pushed the tall man aside. She walked in carrying a four-pack of coffee that smelled heavenly. Enzo entered carrying a bag of what she hoped was breakfast, making him an angel in her eyes, too. Her stomach rumbled.
“Sounds like we showed up just in time,” Sophie said, holding up the tray of coffee.
“You are a goddess.” Tori didn’t care if it was black with no cream. She’d guzzle it straight and burn every last tastebud she possessed.
“You got choices, girlfriend. I have a venti vanilla latte, a venti caramel macchiato, or two venti black coffees with a dash of cream for you to choose from.” Sophie placed the four-pack on the counter and drummed her fingers next to them.
“Um, which is your favorite?” she asked the other woman.
Sophie shook her head and made the long, dark tresses dance around her shoulders. “Nope, you’re the guest, so you get to pick first. PS. If I were you, I’d choose one of the first two,” she whispered loudly.
Tori looked at Jeter to see he was smiling. “I’ll take the vanilla latte if it’s alright with all of you.”
“Excellent choice. I’ll take the caramel one. That leaves the two blacks for these two grumps, who I bet need their caffeine fix asap.” Sophie passed the men their drinks, then gave Tori hers before snagging her own.
However, it wasn’t lost on her how Sophie gave Enzo his coffee first. He kissed her and petted her hair afterward, too.
Tori sipped her drink and stared at the couple. She had to tear her eyes away and found Jeter’s gaze on her.
“We stopped and picked up some breakfast burritos. Sophie said everyone likes them. Who am I to argue that logic?” Enzo ripped the bag open instead of pulling items out.
“You’re such a beast, Enzo. This is why I take care of the domestic things,” Sophie muttered. She went to the cabinets near the fridge and pulled out some paper plates.
Enzo sat down at the table, watching Sophie move around the room, gathering napkins and forks.
He shook his head and looked at Jeter. “You should see her at home. My little domesticated kitten.”
Tori heard his Jersey accent slip out as he spoke of Sophie with such affection. Although he appeared gruff, she didn’t doubt he’d kill for the woman.
When Sophie returned with the plates and other things she had searched for, Enzo tugged her onto his lap. They each took a foil-wrapped burrito onto a plate and began eating it. As Sophie had deemed, everyone loved the damn things. How she’d never had one before that day, she didn’t know. She made a mental note to add it to her list—dammit, they were leaving Chicago.
“This is delicious, Sophie, and Enzo. Thank you for thinking of us,” she told them between bites. Manners are important, especially when someone does nice things for you.
A slight blush bloomed on the other woman’s face. She was truly a stunning woman. Probably a few years older than her. Tori would put Sophie in the mid to upper twenties. She was several inches taller and thinner, but that could be because of her height. Her hair was long and silky looking, something Tori had before she’d gone into hiding. However, her eyes made her look more exotic than Tori’s Italian heritage. She wondered if Sophie had some Asian or Middle Eastern heritage.
“So there you go. We’re going to go with you guys. We have a few other brothers for backup in case shit goes south.”
She blinked and realized she’d zoned out on part of their conversation. “Wait, what?”
“Enzo and Sophie are going to let us take her vehicle to your place, since Sophie’s car won’t be on anyone’s radar. Unlike your Bronco, her black Mercedes hopefully won’t draw attention,” Jeter explained the plan.