13. Damiano
I finally have my hands on this sexy as fuck angel. Now I can touch her however the fuck I want.
Days of her touching me, taunting me. Always stopping short. Slowly killing me. And now she walked in the door, looking like the perfect fucking snack, her mouth dropping into the perfect O.
She’s here. I’m here. I’m up. I mean, I am literally up with my rod pressing against my waistband. I’m eye level with the nipples busting out of her shirt. And I’m finally touching her.
She’s pissed as fuck at me, as she should be, but she’s not telling me to fuck off. She’s not pushing me away.
My phone vibrates in my pocket with an incoming text that I am definitely ignoring.
I slide my hands up her thighs, back to her ass. Pull her forward, forcing her thighs open so I fit between them.
I’ve exercised complete restraint all week. Restraint when she pranced around in tiny shorts and no bra. Restraint when she put my hand on her perfect tit. Restraint when she tugged on my dick. Restraint when she was in the next room, touching herself, thinking about me.
Restraint’s over now. I am going to touch the fuck out of this girl. I’m going to fucking consume her. I kiss the inside of her thigh again.
She’s watching, waiting. Looking hungry as fuck, practically panting. Such a good girl all week, she deserves this.
I bite her thigh through her pants, tugging on the fabric with my teeth. I reach up to unbutton them, watching her as I pull down the zipper. Her eyes are half closed, she’s biting her bottom lip.
She lifts her ass slightly as I tug on her pants. ’Atta girl. Exactly the silent permission I need.
I pull her pants all the way down. Squeezing her ankle as I kiss the inside of her thigh again, finally my lips on her skin. I lick my way up toward a sliver of cotton candy pink panties peeking out from between tan thighs. Bellissima .
“Open wide for me, angel.”
She takes a breath in, nods her head, slowly spreads her legs only another inch or two wider.
“All the way.” I lean forward and breathe her in. “Fuck. I can smell how turned on you are.” Fucking delicious, lighting me up. I suck on the taut skin inside her thigh.
She watches me like she’s in a trance.
I push her panties to the side, exposing a tuft of hair so blonde it’s almost white. I spread her legs as far as they’ll go, exposing the prettiest, slickest, pinkest pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you, angel. All this is for me?” I wait for her to answer, slowly grazing her thigh with my scruffy cheek.
“Damiano.”
“Yeah, angel?” Like I don’t know what she wants.
“Please, Damiano.”
I’m tempted to make her beg for real, but we’ve both been waiting days for this.
I pull her ass toward me so she’s practically hanging off the edge of the couch. I lean in with my tongue wide and flat. One long lick from as low as I can reach, swirling to a stop around her pretty little clit. I suck the tiny bud into my mouth and nurse on it like a starving baby.
Paige’s hands grab the back of my head.
“Go ahead, angel. Steer me to where you want me.”
“No, you’re good. Right where you are. . . It’s good. . . really good.”
I tug on her clit, rub my finger along her slit.
She’s pushing herself toward me to get what she needs, sliding onto my finger while I suckle. So fucking tight.
She pulls my head against her, mashing my face into her sweet, sloppy mess. She’s grinding up and down on my face, chasing her orgasm. Don’t stop.
I’m moaning so loud, slurping so hard, that I barely notice my phone vibrating with an incoming call. This is a brand-new phone, new number. Only Salvo and probably Rob have it.
But Paige is close to combusting, I can tell. The backs of her thighs tense up, her toes are pointing hard, she’s holding her breath. She’s dying for it. Another few seconds and she’ll explode on my tongue.
My phone starts vibrating again . Neither one of them would call unless it was important and calling twice means the sky is falling.
I sit back on my heels and look at my angel. Her legs spread, her pussy glistening. The little tuft of hair matted to her skin by her slick or my spit or probably both.
She opens her eyes to find mine when she realizes I’ve stopped.
“Don’t move.” I pull out my phone and see Salvo’s name.
“When did you get a phone?” Her voice is raspy and needy and sexy as fuck. She won’t like the answer, so I don’t give her one.
“Pronto,” I say into the phone, my eyes locked on Paige’s. I lick my lips that are drenched with her. I stare at her shiny cunt, smooth and wet and spread open waiting for me. Fuck, I want to get back in there and gorge on her.
“Word is Joey Bags knows where you are and his guys are heading your way. I’m coming back to get you.” A car honks in the background.
“Don’t.” It’s too dangerous for him to come here, get me, and get out if Joey’s guys are already on their way here.
“I’m already en route.”
The heel of my hand is pressing on Paige’s hip to keep her from getting up. I rub my thumb over her swollen clit. She’s sitting up slightly, watching my hand on her. She can’t take her eyes off where I’m touching her. I can’t take my eyes off her face.
“Turn around and go home. I’ll get us out of here.”
Paige looks at me, surprised.
“Us? You bringing the girl?” Salvo sounds surprised, too.
“Se sanno dove sono, sanno di lei.” If they know where I am, they know about her. “How’d they figure out where I am?”
“No fucking clue. One of the Cat girls heard from a friend that a bunch of them hopped in their trucks and started heading your way.”
I really don’t want to leave right now. “You have an ETA for them?” As much as I want to finish Paige off, making sure she’s safe comes first.
I stand up and give my rod a hard squeeze near the tip to get him to calm down. Playtime’s over, big guy. Back in your pen.
Paige sits herself up and closes her legs. She punches the couch next to her, with a huff. The girl is all worked up. She was so damn close. So fucking adorable, all pouty because she didn’t hit the mark.
“No ETA,” Salvo tells me. “Just that they’re on the move, so get going.”
I end the call. This is shit timing.
“Angel?”
She looks a little confused by me calling her that, but blinks it away. “I could hear all that. You should go. But I’m not going with you.”
“Yeah, you are.” I adjust my junk again, pushing him down in my joggers. I reach my hand out to pull her up.
She doesn’t take my hand.
“I’m not going with you.”
“You are.”
She shakes her head.
I look up at the ceiling and count to five. “Are you always this stubborn?”
“No. I’m not. I’m actually not stubborn at all. I’m really accommodating most of the time. Too accommodating, obviously . But look where that keeps getting me.” She stands to pull her pants back into place, fastens them. Then she drops back onto the couch and stomps her foot down. The poor girl was seconds away from exploding in my mouth, and now she’s frustrated as hell.
Don’t worry, angel. We’ll climb that mountain again.
I walk over to her closet and take out the pet carrier and an empty pink tote bag I noticed when I was looking for where she hid my gun. The box of tampons was actually a great idea. I’d gone through the entire apartment twice before I looked in there.
“What are you doing with that bag?”
“I’m packing for you.”
“Don’t. Put that back.”
I head over to her animals. I put the turtle in the carrier, then pick up the rabbit, stroking between its ears a few times before I put it in too. “Do you have a ditch bag?”
“A what?”
“A bag of your absolutely essential shit for when you have to leave in a hurry.”
She stares at me like I have two heads. “Of course I don’t have a ditch bag. I’m a normal person. Normal people don’t have to escape their apartments in a hurry because a bunch of gangsters are coming after them.”
We don’t have time for this. “Grab your absolute essentials. You’ve got two minutes.” I load a few of her plants into the bag, the ones that are higher maintenance. The succulents she overwaters can stay here to dry out, and so can the bonsai, but the rest can’t go more than a couple of days without attention, and I don’t know when it will be safe to come back here.
I look over. She hasn’t moved. She’s still on the couch watching me.
Fuck it. I’ll buy her anything she needs. That idea actually feels oddly fucking right. “Either start walking or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, which will probably pull out some of my stitches, and I’ll probably bleed all over your carpet, but that’s fine by me.”
She shakes her head.
I take two steps toward her.
“Okay, okay.” She gets up. “Don’t pull your stitches. I’m not going to stitch you up again.”
That’s a relief—both that she’s coming without a fight and that she’ll never put stitches in me again, but I’m pretty sure she meant it as a punishment.
I hand her the pet carrier and grab her keys off the floor from where she dropped them when she walked in . “Let’s go.” I’ve got the duffel of plants and—oh, I dash into her bathroom to grab her birth control pills and toss them into the bag.
I mean, she might forgive me for all this, so. . .
I zip up and pull on the hood of my sweat jacket, stuff my Glock into my waistband since I don’t have a holster on, then grab her hand. It’s so tiny in mine.
I drag her, her animals, and her plants out the door. I know taking the elevator is risky, but so are the stairs, and I don’t want our cargo jostled more than necessary. The doors open, and the elevator is empty, so we step in. Now that I’m not dragging Paige and have a free hand, I pull my Glock from my waistband as subtly as I can. Paige isn’t looking at me, isn’t talking to me. But at least she’s cooperating and not running away or yelling for help.
The elevator doors open to her building’s garage. “Where are you parked?” Before she answers, I see the same brown and white Blazer I crawled into a few days ago halfway down the row of parked cars. “Let’s go. You drive.” I put the plants and pet carrier in the backseat, stretching the seatbelt around the carrier to buckle it.
She hasn’t moved to get in.
“Paige, we have to go now. Once we’re out of here, if you want me to put you on a plane to Hawaii, I will. You don’t have to stay with me. But we need to move.”
She reaches for the door handle slowly, tentatively. Like she’s not sure if she should come with me or run the other way. I open the driver’s door and nudge her in. I jog around to the passenger side, still holding the keys since I’m not entirely sure she won’t try to drive away without me at this point.
I climb in, then recline the passenger seat all the way back. I’m hoping Joey’s guys don’t know what Paige or her car looks like, so if they don’t see me, they may let her drive by. “You know how to get to Lincoln Park?”
She nods. “Straight up Halstead.”
“Good.” I hand her the keys. “Drive normal, but fast. Don’t make any unnecessary stops.”
She looks at me, her lower lip quivering. It’s settling in that she might be in actual danger. “I can’t do this.”
I put my hand—the hand that isn’t holding my gun—on her thigh. “First of all, call me Dom. And second, of course you can.”
She shakes her head.
“You rescued me from the park, you stitched me up, you cleaned me up. You made me feel like a fucking king just by rubbing my back. I’m pretty sure you can do anything, angel.”
She looks at me, full of hope behind wet eyes.
“But all you need to do right now is drive.”
Tires screech somewhere in the garage. No clue if that’s Joey’s guys coming or one of Paige’s neighbors simply coming home.
I need to get her moving and I know exactly what will convince her. I squeeze her thigh, “plus, who else is going save me?”
Her lips part. She wants so bad to believe I need her.
“And the kids.” I motion to the animals in the back seat. “We need you to save us.”
Paige swallows hard, her blue eyes glistening. She finally nods, then starts the engine. She shifts into gear like a badass and throws it into reverse.
“We just passed 18th Street.”
Paige has given me an update every few blocks. It’s not necessary, I know exactly where we are, but updating me seems to be keeping her mind off of what we’re running from.
Running isn’t my style. Not at all. Alone, I’d stay and fight and win. But keeping her safe right now is more important than protecting my ego.
She shifts into third.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
“The Suburban’s still following us.” Paige’s eyes dart up to the rearview mirror. “And now there’s a second one.”
Joey Bags’ guys all drive tinted-out black Suburbans. I asked Paige to let me know if she noticed any on our tail, and she noticed one a few blocks back. Apparently, there’s a second one now.
Paige couldn’t have a more noticeable car with its two-tone brown-and-white body panels. Definitely the only car of that description in the entire city. If they’re following us, there’s no point in me ducking down anymore, so I put my seat up.
I look around. There are actually three Suburbans on our tail and it’s another five or six minutes until we cross into Galliano territory. “Don’t worry about them. You’ve got this.” I discreetly rack the slide on my Glock to load a bullet into the chamber, fake coughing to cover the metal click.
Paige yanks the wheel hard to the right, jerking us hard into the next lane. I smash against the passenger door, crushing my injured shoulder, dropping my gun. Fucking hurts.
I reach down and grab my Glock off the floor and turn, ready to lean out the window and shoot whoever’s crept up on us.
But they’re all still two or three car lengths away.
The fuck? “Why did you change lanes like that?”
“Why do you have your gun out?” She’s staring at it.
“Because we’re in a car chase. Why did you change lanes?”
“Because we’re in a car chase. I don’t know, it just felt like I should. Evasive maneuvers.” She jerks us back into the left lane, then swerves, making giant S-turns across two lanes. “Serpentine! Serpentine!”
“Cazzo! Stop swerving! You’re going to roll this death trap.”
She steadies back into a single lane, then looks in the rearview mirror. She glances at me for a second. “But. . . I feel like. . . like maybe I should do it again? To lose the guys chasing us.”
“ No , you should not do it again.” I put my hand on the wheel, holding it steady—and straight. “We don’t need to lose them, we only need to get to Chicago Ave. Just go straight. Nice and easy.” I look over my shoulder into the pet carrier. The rabbit is huddled in the corner. The turtle is hiding in his shell. Don’t blame him.
Paige nods, but I can’t tell if she’s agreeing with me or just acknowledging that she heard me.
I dial Salvo, but I don’t put him on speakerphone. “We’re coming in hot.”
“I’m tracking you. You’re almost here. I’ll head in to give you cover.”
“Stay put.” This fucking guy putting his fucking neck on the line. And I bet he’s got Rob in the same car and that it’s Salvo’s very noticeable Sprinter van instead of one of the twenty Land Rovers we have, making for an extra high value, extra obvious target. “We’re too close. There isn’t time for you to get to us before we get to you.”
Salvo huffs. “Fine. Once you make it to La Clark, you’re good. We’re all here. You got a dozen of us lining the avenue. No way the Douchebags,” Salvo’s nickname for Joey Bags’ guys, “will follow.”
Paige starts yelling. “He’s going to hit us! Oh my god, he’s going to ram us!”
One of the Suburbans has caught up to us. “Go faster. We’re almost—”
Paige’s car jolts forward a little as the Suburban bumps us.
Paige throws her truck into fifth, skipping fourth gear like the little badass stunt driver she is. “Shoot him, Dom. Shoot him. Oh my god. Shoot him! He hit Jo-Jo.”
Opening fire in the middle of the day from a moving car is dangerous, and if Joey’s guys fire back, Paige might get hit. We’re close enough to La Clark that I don’t need to risk that. “One more block. You’ve got this.”
“Shoot him!”
I smile at my vicious little angel. Pretty sure she couldn’t actually handle me landing my shot, which I would. But I’m not complaining about this side of her.
“Are you laughing at me? They’re trying to run me off the road, and you’re laughing at me?”
“No, baby. I’m not laughing at you.” I try to hide my smile, but I can’t. And I can’t fucking wait to get her back to my place. “You’re doing so good. We’re almost there. You want to serpentine some more?”
“Maybe?” She glances at me with a smile, then turns back to the road. “Oh my god, Dom! There’s more of them! Up ahead. They’re everywhere!” She downshifts. “I’ll turn onto—”
“No, no, go straight. Those are my guys. That’s the cavalry. Keep going straight.” A dozen Land Rovers very conveniently have the intersection blocked so even though it’s a red light in our direction, we’re clear to blow right through. Fucking love Salvo. “Run the light. Don’t worry. We’re good.”
As we cross into our territory, horns start honking in celebration. Paige jumps in her seat, but I give her thigh a squeeze. “You did it, angel. You saved me again.” I look in the side mirror as several of our Rovers move to block the road completely. No way Joey’s guys could get through that.
She stops in the middle of the road, turns toward me. Her golden hair sticking to her face, her eyes full of life. “I did it? I did it, right?” Huge fucking smile on her face. “Holy shit, I did it.”
Sexy as fuck watching her shift her way through that mess. I was lying when I told her I’d put her on a plane to Hawaii if she wants. She’s coming home with me. “I think you just earned yourself another reward, angel. One with no interruptions. Make a left onto Sheffield.”